[BSD-RP] Human World: Naruki City

[Shinigami]

The taxi ride between the airport and the abandoned area was quite fast. It took about less than a minute - as the abandoned area was nearby the airport, but also at a spot that allowed one to hide what they were about to do.
Martin got out, paid the man and looked as the man left. On his hand he held his briefcase. It only had some clothes within it. And so, it was definitely unneeded, the reason why it was left behind.
Martin’s eyes scanned around him, his focus on whether someone was nearby or not. Thankfully - at least from what he saw - nobody was around, nor did he feel anyone. But even with chances nearing 0, a miniscule margin always exists - even if said chances are simply within Martin’s mind. And so, Martin jumped. If someone was watching, their eyes would see that Martin flew before he disappeared.
Martin utilized Bringer Light. leaving behind lights quite similar to an Aurora Borealis effect. He would appear within the vicinity of Naruki city the moment that a vortex of metal and spiritual energy appears.

“Hmm… This seems… Fun.”

Martin’s voice is heard. His eyes focus upon the utter destruction within the area, as they move from said destruction to the smoke residue that has befell the place. Martin’s own Reiryoku at the moment had disappeared - the chances of even feeling his Bringer Light movement and him quite improbable. He was at a height of about 5 miles away from them, high above the clouds looking down towards the earth and the Shinigami. He wishes to move in and assist, but he needs to know what they would do. What they would act with in their mind. Were these beings working together? Or not?
And so, he waits while hiding upon the skies. He waits, only to be sure on what he is to do, holding his own Foldable Chokuto at hand. Currently it wasn’t activated - the blade still within the hilt - but Martin was always ready to bring it out. Its activation speed; Less than 0.0001 seconds.

Moving from
Abandoned area
To
Battlefield

 

[Shinigami]

"Tch..... this guy"
Shizuka was beginning to become frustrated with his encounter tonight. Out of the many decades he had been a shingami, this opponent was probably the most difficult he's ever had to face. The unpredictability of his movements, the nature of his attacks, and probably the most concerning of them all.... is the motive. Why did this servant of hell, come to strike specifically tonight? There had to be some sort of premise that's allowed him to strike today out of all days. Servants of hell were bound by their chains, forced to repent in hell with no chance of effect. So what was the difference tonight, how is he able to escape with no consequence? Prior to his spar with his subordinates, Shizuka was not in the loop of what was going on currently outside of the Soul Society. This crucial thought was for now in the back of his mind, but he was going to make sure he caught up with his comrades if he survives this scuffle.
"This should do the trick"
Falling into the depths of the city in flames, Shizuka's kido spell was sending a discharge of electricity through the invisible force that sending him downwards. He caught a small glimpse before he was launched into the smoke, but Tsuzuri Raiden's trail was ascending higher and higher into the sky.
He was finally catching on...
Delved into the smoke created by Senkeiton, Shizuka quickly felt the hold he on the wrist slip away at a moments notice as soon as he began to shift his weight. He turned his head immediately, as the sensation fleeting from his hands were indicating that it was slipping back into the air. His visual acuity was low from the smoke but he could vividly see, it was not hard to miss, especially when it was something that Shizuka slowly suspected as he was putting the pieces together.

He knew his instincts hadn't completely failed him, there was an invisible force in the midst of this battle. What he failed to understand when encountering this foe was the fact that, this force was merely an extension of the hellbeing. That glimpse was all the evidence Shizuka had needed, but now he had to focus on the more important task at hand. Within the Senkeiton, the Togabito couldn't sense their reiatsu. Along with the fact that, without unnatural means, he could not see the two shinigami as well. As soon the Togabito, even dropped himself within the smoke, they would know. The wind would shift depending on what speed he entered into the smoke, even with the sounds of the flames slowly cackling in the background, they would hear his swift descent onto the asphalt. Shizuka was on his toes, crouched beneath the smoke. Gripping his Zanpakuto firmly, he switched away from his Thunder Stance ability on his blade. The shimmering white glow that emanated from the blade quickly disappeared, and transferred back into the glossy steel the blade normally carries. Shizuka wanted to keep the smoke in his favor, and causing a shockwave with his Zanpakuto would only help the enemy. Upon switching stances though, Kuro and the Togabito would soon feel the ascending scorching vehemence that emanated from his standard shikai mode.
Shizuka waited calmly, for the smallest shift in movement within the smoke. His sharp senses were peaked, waiting to react as soon as the time came. Actively counting the small intervals to himself in his head
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NOW!
The pressure from the Togabito's speeds parted the middlew smoke cloud, creating a funnel of wind that cleared up the vision between all of them inside. He was lusting for blood, and he made sure to attack before the two shinigami could even get jump on him. Twirling the chains in a circular motion that would cause the bakudo spell to be dispelled from the pure force of the swing, along with the bisection of both shinigami. With his zanpakuto still firmly in his hand, he swung the blade at an extended arms length to intercept the chains impact on his body in the middle of it's rotation. Upon trying to position his zanpakuto, he immediately feels the slight decline in the speed of which he swung. There were definitely other factors at work slowing Shizuka down, but he persevered, kicking his effort into another drive to bring his swing up to standard. Angling his blade so that violent rotation of the chains would instead wrap around the zanpakuto's blade itself a few times over, halting and restricting the Togabito's assault and his arm by extension. He could see Kuro's faint silhouette in the background stretch out his arm from the opposite of him, and Shizuka immediately rotated his blade towards the ground, and with every ounce of force he could muster, drove his Zanpakuto into the ground to act as an anchor for restricting the Togabito's arm.
“Hikaji Ashikase!”
He heard Kuro yell out loudly, Shizuka knew the premise of the technique, for the young one violently incinerated Santa six months ago with the same spell. Shizuka followed his lead and doubled down with him. With one of his hands free, while the other was keeping his Zanpakuto pinned to the ground, he pointed two fingers at the hellspawn and shouted.
"Rikujokoro"
Immediately six pillars of light flashed from Shizuka's fingers and chased after the immobile Togabito. The pillars would stab the being across his entire torso with stupendous force and disable him of any type of physical movement completely. If successful Shizuka would shout to Kuro
"Great reaction Kuro...... Let's finish him..."
With a few fragments of the smoke still holding their resilience, they'd be prepared for another one of his ethereal attacks. They had got him right there they wanted him, and all was going to be over soon.

 

[Shinigami]

If only the looming threat of the Kushanāda did not rest overhead, then his victims would be under the grace of his endearing and sadistic smile. His grin stretched ear to hear from beneath his mask as he felt that the two flies had simply flown into his web. In his clutches, his meal awaited. Not only was there attempt at defense meager, lazy—but it appeared they’d learned nothing for what they set out to “observe” moments before they joined the fray. The Shinigami were a foul and despicable race, apparently filled with fools who make common mistakes, unable to save the day. How cute, their valiant efforts would only far short at the hands of this monstrous foe. Did they need help? Was it coming? Questions that only briefly passed through his array of thought before vanishing into the vast expanse of carelessness. His focus, was this “threat” sent to dismay him, the threat that was now about to face his wrath in its purest, most volatile form.
The two, without having to communicate verbally seemed to exist in sync when it came to disabling their foe. The being from hell appears in the crimson smoke, reiatsu flaring sporadically, violently. The very field of battle is painted red, whether it be by the fry cook’s blood, or the hellish energy of the beast that emerged from the gate. The crackling of flames is drowned out by the shucking of chains against one-another, cries of metal breaching the ears of all those present. Like a spinning top, he rotates with immense speed, completing multiple rotations in a single second. He is met with resistance—however—all but for a moment. Both of the Shinigami insects deploy their blades as anchors to halt the chains’ momentum. It would be an interesting tactic, had the fry-cook not already attempted the same futile maneuver. The chains extend as they are lashed; the moment they meet with the blades of the duo their wrapping does not end at the hilt of each weapon, but instead continues to wrap the hands, the wrists, the forearms, and shoulders of the wielders. Before the Purple and Teal-haired boy can each utter a single word they will feel the a forceful pull towards the cloaked invader while ensnared. He pulls his wrists towards his torso with force, compelling his chains to reel in toward him. The two ensnared bodies, would follow suit, traveling towards the air towards him, at his mercy. As they arrived, they are halted by an invisible force that’d coil around their necks. The grip of a choking hand holds them in place before him. It tightens; harder, harder; the air from their lungs would begin to feel sparse as they struggled to breathe.
“AKAKAKAKA. . .!!!!!”
His maniacal laughter stretches throughout the entire field of battle. It echoes through the barren alleys as he taunts his victims. He didn’t want them getting any ideas now, their free hands would find themselves bound by another fierce grip, along with both their legs. They hung before him with limbs separated equally apart, perhaps lacking the ability to even move them. Through the tinted smoke you can still just slightly see evidence of the hands that now detain them. A trained eye would see.. five.. ten? twenty? Just how many were there? They’d originated from any and all parts of his body, and showed no prejudice with their range of use. As the life of the two before him slips away, he can only admire his prize. Which to devour first? How would the sound of their bones crunching differ from the frail little cook’s?
The two of them in their dwindled strength would find struggling to be.. impotent, futile, without a chance of success. He liked to see them squirm and wriggle before being devoured. What insults would they spew in their final hour, how far would the sound of their desperate screams reach? At a moment's notice, he was capable of tightening the chains' grip. A single fluctuation or body movement he didn't like would conjure this result, but for now, he was rather lax. Maybe holding onto them for a while would bring out a better, even bigger prize.

 

[Shinigami]

It was apparent over the course of the night, that Yakimono-san was Shizuka's greatest ally. He followed instructions willingly, and his combat skills were everything you would look for in Shinigami. Their minds seem intertwined at some times, both willingly trying stop the Togabito from any further movement, by restricting his chains. Initially, this plan was something that would have worked in their favor, if they had additional backup. The Togabito's focus was solely on them and only them, his attacks and killer intent made it excessively obvious. Kuro who was an innocent bystander, even had to withstand the beings wrath despite being significantly underpowered. The hell fiend made it clear he is out for blood and blood only.
Before Shizuka could even muster another movement after locking his zanpakuto into the chains, the wrapping did not stop there. It was as if the length of the chains was ever expanding, and it continued to wrap around the zanpakuto, before reaching all the way to Shizuka's hands.
"I see..."
Shizuka wondered about the intricate properties that allowed him to ensnare someone with immense power like the Fullbringers. The chains were almost like snakes the way they were coiling around his zanpakuto, yet he still held a firm grip on his sword never wavering in the strength of his grip, even as his energy was continuously being sapped by an unknown source. Before long Shizuka found himself completely trapped within the chains of the hellspawn. The chains wrapped viciously around his shoulders, tearing the fabrication of his shihakusho as it coiled even tighter.
"AGHHHHH--- ack--"
His exhale of pain and agony was interrupted by a familiar feeling one more, putting mighty pressure on his neck, barely allowing him to breathe. His eyes widened, blood red veins circulating around his iris', his caramel brown skin formulating into a brown-reddish hue, were all telltale signs that Shizuka's life was in grave danger. His eye wandered over to see something he had feared even further. More than one of those crimson hands, attached to his neck, his hands, and he could even feel the sensation gripping and spreading his legs apart.. He felt his upper torso still being crushed while simultaneously being restricted on his hands and limbs by the Togabito. Things were looking grim....
“AKAKAKAKA. . .!!!!!”
Even as Shizuka was wincing in dire pain, hearing the blood rushing to his head from adrenaline. He could vividly hear the dastardly cackle of the hellspawn, chiming relentlessly in his ears as he seemed to be upon the brisk of victory. Kuro and Shizuka's plan to restrict him had been completely turned around against them, the hunters were now looking like the hunted. If anyone was in the moonlight view witnessing the actions that went on within the tainted streets of Naruki, it'd be almost a similar to scene to what Shizuka witnessed upon his entry. Albeit all the odds being stacked against the 3rd Seat, he was not one to give up, his urge, his personality, his lifestyle, was predicated on fighting. Secretly getting a thrill, when stacked up against an adversary worthy of beating him. Tonight was special though, this being although being a worthy fighter, gained none of Shizuka's respect, he fought with underhanded tactics and showered his opponents in despair without a shred dignity. What else could the 3rd Seat expect from a denizen of hell though, he was beginning to loathe his inferiority to him and it lit a spark within his soul. Shizuka's hatred for this being began boil silently. His resilient grip on his zanpakuto never wavered, in fact it got tighter. Even while his arms, his legs, and upper torso were ultimately restricted by the chains and spectral arms respectively. The 3rd Seat's mind was slowly freeing himself of worry and pain, most likely due to the adrenaline rushing and his true personality rising.
Shizuka knew the chains from the Togabito wrapping around his blade, created a positive charge on each layer of those chains from touching his blade in it's base state. Shizuka instinctively changed from his Thunder Stance to his normal stance, to prevent himself from blowing away the smoke from Senkeiton. In the end it worked in favor, because now the chains were being primed as their steel bristled upon the heated blade of Hirameku-Hitouchi and it was up to Shizuka to capitalize. Even while being choked ferociously by the spectral hands created by the Togabito, Shizuka uttered silently to himself with a slight struggle, barely moving his lips in the process of speaking.
"Rai... mei... Yoshiki"
The Togabito would've been still inherently cackling and would've never noticed the silent uttering of his words. Something he would notice though, was the change in the color of Shizuka's zanpakuto reverting back into it's gleaming white form. He would never know the dangers of what was going to come, due to him dodging the initial attack in this form, from his view it would look like he was struggling for an answer from his sword. Sparks of lightning would began cackling heavily around his blade, the very foundations of the chains wrapped around his blade would began shaking viciously slowly breaking loose. In Thunder Stance all it takes is any physical contact to offset the blade. The chains wrapped around the blade of the zanpakuto, served as that offset and it was wrapped in a multitude of layers from the middle of the blade all the way to the hilt. While being wrapped up they were pulled towards closer to the Togabito, and at this range the effects would be unavoidable for anyone in the vicinity.
BOOOOM!
Even the most deafening thunderclaps would pale in comparison to what was occurring. Anyone even near the soundwave produced would experience an intense ringing in their ear, softening the impact of sound on their ears, but making them go temporarily deaf. The shockwave produced from his blade would completely repel everything around Shizuka at a massive destructive rate. The buildings surrounding them would be completely wiped out, the ground below unable to withstand the deadly force, forming a crater fifty feet wide and a hundred feet deep. The chains would be completely expunged from the blade of Shizuka Zanpakuto unraveling like a simple rope, the spectral hands, the Togabito, and even Kuro would fall susceptible to this mass shockwave. The Togabito being the closest would suffer grievous wounds as the shockwave from his distance would have enough force to break the limbs in at LEAST one of his arms and legs, whichever he used to brace himself, before being sent flying through the streets and eroding buildings at an astonishing speed. Kuro being slightly further away would be launched away in the same manner, the brunt of the force of the wave would be mostly absorbed by the chains wrapped around his body, should he be launched back he would fly effortlessly into one of the buildings being completely blown away by the shockwave, and possibly be trapped in the debris as well. What made Raimei Yoshiki's power deadly was the fact that it was more than just a simple shockwave, it carried electromagnetic repulsive properties, that marked anything not tied to reiatsu in a negative charge. Resistance was always futile from it's wrath
The stage was set....
Shizuka would land softly above crater he created on a reishi plate, his shihakusho shredded on his shoulders, where blood was profusely leaking all the way to his hands. His once glistening blue hair would be sullied the smoke and debris from what just ensued. He stood alone unhindered by smoke, the suffocating flames that previously flooded the streets, and his enemy. The job was not finished though, and he concentrated even harder. His rage seeping out in the form of his reiatsu, thunderclouds began forming in the translucent night sky, he was ready to go.

 

[Shinigami]

Time slows as he coagulates the necessary energy for casting his signature spell. His parched lips puckering, separating as his vocal box readies to yell its name. Eyes sift through the dense crimson smoke to locate a singular target. Identifying it, focusing on it—the simplest of processes. He attempts to complete this effortlessly as he has done so many times before but is met with untimely resistance. The momentum of the chains he had intercepted just a second before does not cease. Instead, it continues, wrapping and coiling like the body of an elusive serpent to entangle his hand, arm, and shoulder. A subtle hissing noise replaces what would have been Kuro’s voice utilizing his Kido. The hiss transforms into an insuppressible wince, the chains of the enemy beginning to tighten as he slightly loses grip on the face of his blade.
“AKAKAKAKA. . .!!!!!”
The bellowing laughter only further adds to the forthcoming despair. He taunts them, laughs in the face of their pain and failure. The Tenth Division, usually deep in its reserves of able-bodied warriors had failed on this day, to deploy the necessary force needed to quell this threat. It was evident that both Kuro and Shizuka were suffering for this error, having been left to face a tenant of hell on their own. Perhaps more favorable circumstances would have given them the edge here, but they had yet to truly press the enemy. Not only that, but they—much like the Fry Cook—appeared to now be in his clutches and at his mercy.
There is vacuum of air that forces a rather sizeable hole in the smoke, increasing visibility for the briefest of moments. Simultaneously, an eruption of power shakes and rattles the ground they stand on. The very foundation of the Naruki streets and put to the test, more-so than it had been any prior moment today. Illuminating in vibrant fashion just a short distance away was once again the blade of Shizuka. With his power released at full capacity, the very air vibrates in response to the weapon’s eminence. Concurrently, invisible forces clasp at the ankles and arms of the hapless Kuro, holding him in place for what was to ensue.
BOOOOM!
Kuro’s eyes widen and shoot with red as his gaze bulges from his sockets. The deafening noise is sufferable, but the forceful shockwave that stems from its sound is not. After the booming clap the sound of what remains of the withered asphalt crumbling to the core is heard in force. Buildings that remained standing would stand no longer, severed at the foundation—glass shatters in unison as the streets of Naruki plead for help. The cries of the once peaceful town, fade into the night sky, falling on deafened ears. The cloud of smoke is completely eradicated, as is nearly anything in the vicinity of the entrenched trio. The blinding light hides both Shizuka and their adversary from view. Even while grounded, bound to this space by his invisible restraints, there is no possible way for him to remain stationary.
His body almost immediately initiates a ragdoll protocol, limbs flailing aimlessly as his body flails through the air. He tucks his head as he tumbles mid-air against the fierce winds created by the shockwave, hurling at unprecedented speeds. He collides with a storm of debris that a few of the buildings surrounding them had become. His shikashuhou rips in a multitude of places, shards of rock and glass bombarding his skin to draw red. A series of cuts appear on the areas of exposed flesh, just before he slams into a cluster of rock and cement. The impact causes an avalanche of debris, a single shift causing a good amount of it to slide atop of Kuro’s body now lodged within the building’s remains. Kuro had vaguely known the aspect of Shizuka’s zanpakuto, only having it described to him once by Captain Kagayaki as “An unprecedented destructive force”. This was clear enough. With a blast of that caliber, it was unlikely that the enemy would remain unscathed. For now, Kuro’s frame was lodged between a series of rocks and clutter, his sapped strength limiting his hastiness to uncover himself and return to the fray.