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The air is thick, not unlike the ocean of tension that drowned the quintet in the Captain’s meeting hall. Once expected to be the most prolific of comrades, it seemed they all began to radiate with killing intent—friends made enemy. Or perhaps, it had always been this way. Forced to tolerate each other, and nothing more, the aspect of comradery had been forever absent. The Commander knew this, his words tolling in Higen’s mind as their purpose is reinforced. Others less familiar with Shobatsu’s cryptic form of communication would ponder only on what lied on the surface, while Higen had come to an understanding. The oldest, the most mature—without the commander having to say a word Higen felt it his purpose to be the driving force in banding the Captains back together, but at what angle.
More than any other captain—to no surprise—Kyomu’s killing intent is the most severe. The very essence of it projects itself into the room, perceived by all with an untrained eye as an attempt on the Dragon’s life. Higen’s eyes were victim of such misdirection, the masterful assassin tactful in his ploys, unmatched in his subterfuge and skullduggery. It is Captain Nakamoto’s groan of pain beneath the subtle noises of the room’s chaos that tells Higen that it may be too late for an understanding. The serpent struck true, his ruse fell for, his target: eliminated. For a moment things seem to slow, the quietest of things have their sound expanded, echoed. The dragging of Yu’s leg against the floor as he limped to the Hall’s exit, coupled with his shallow breathing and the space between each inhale. He was hurt badly, as to be expected. It was unlike Kyomu to miss a mark. To him, this was contractual, he was given a job and would not rest until he was defeated or the task was completed. He would not listen to reason, but perhaps the Oda wou-
"Heh... Hehehe... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! This is great! I haven't had a battle like this since I left home!"
While nothing had shifted in terms of his spiritual presence, his words were all-but expected. The normally quiet recluse seemed to hide an itch for battle, for pain. Higen remembers Shobatsu’s decision to reinstate the Oda after their exile do their brutal and unorthodox methods. He sometimes forgets that Tenzen is cut from the same crop, a product of the same rigorous training of super-warriors. Much like the Mukuro, who wish to breed the perfect assassin, the Oda strive for complete bloodline dominance in manifesting the perfect Shinigami. The way of the monk was quite obviously a method of reform, a repression of his true self, of his bloody upbringing. This was cause for concern, instilling Higen with fear that the bloodlust from his inner hollow will latch onto this part of Tenzen’s personality and not let go.
Flames crash against the walls, the giant’s throne along now with Higen’s own crystal begin to act as sponges that cleanse the room. As the crystals cover nearly every general area of the hall, their thirst is quenched. An eerie green glow overpowers the radiance of the flames, each jagged spire humming with newly-acquired reiatsu from the Dragon’s untampered breath. Maho was smart, perhaps he, one who perceived all, was aware of the Head Captain’s purpose. Maybe, just maybe, he was the last chance at Higen’s attempt to appeal to the Cap-
CREAAAAAK .. .. .. THUD
The massive doors to the hall separate and create a song from their severance. The creaking overpowers all, its sound makes ties with the Shining Knight’s light to consume the room, just as it escapes through the threshold to the hall’s exterior. It Is only for a moment, before they slam shut. The Tozansho surrounding Higen deteriorates completely, a look of surprise takes over his expression only to find the room now devoid of both Captain Nakamoto and Captain Kojima entirely. His thoughts shuffle around, trying to piece together when the Dragon had his scales plucked, when his blood stained the room, or when he’d cause the rivers of another to run. Not a single instance came to mind, even in the quick moments that ensued Higen was aware of his surroundings, yet Maho slipped away along with the coward. Perhaps he too shared the name.
Now it was becoming foolish; to question the Commander in the midst of the meeting, and then openly defy his orders just moments after, the boy was being careless. Did he expect slack? Did he expect justification just because he was not openly scolded by the commander? It appeared he had yet to truly understand the way of things, but he would learn. Nothing went unnoticed, there would be no defiance unpunished. Higen was disappointed—that resolve, the drive to be proven equal among his peers, all of which seemed to escape Maho when in the spotlight. The dragon roared, but refused to hone his claws. Instead, he fluttered away with the fairy, fleeing at the first sight of blood in the room. It was quite obvious that his ability to conjure heat and flames was immaculate, but his ability to withstand—both figuratively and literally—was subpar. They were doomed, there was no improvement, no understanding, no bond to be shared; how could you expect someone to correct something that they do not perceive as wrong?
Higen would not be opposed to the Fairy and Dragon swapping monikers, as Yu’s fierciness, to taste Kyomu’s blade and live, deserved far more respect than Maho’s abandonment. He refused to comply, and this alone was disgraceful for anyone in a white coat. Just the three of them stood in the hall now. Higen could only assume that Kyomu still stood near Yu’s previous location, whilst Tenzen had dismantled his own figure into a yellow box, transporting him out of danger’s path for the time being. A remnant of Maho’s zanpakuto remains, a giant hand plummeting from the ceiling to initiate another storm of flame. It meets a roadblock, one of the many Crystal barbs Higen scattered throughout the room. It remains stagnant, lacking the means to scathe the unbreakable crystal. Any flames it began to conjure, any reiryoku it insisted on exuding, would only further feed the crystal, becoming assimilated into its core.
“Kyokkō”
A faint voice speaks out from near the door itself, just as the very space around Tenzen seems to tear and ripple, his figure vanishing along with it. Higen couldn’t help be but frustrated, all-while excited. It appeared he was forced to deal with two phantoms on the day. Tenzen vanishes completely, his presence concealed and his signature missing, he was a ghost. Completely on guard, Higen had to only wait, an audible cue of sometime, a subtle shift in the draft of the room. All of this while keeping his ears and eyes set on avoiding Kyomu’s next trick.
Higen grabs the crystal spire before him with his metal gloves, Its structure beginning to shift, with more crystals growing from its shaft. It bends and contorts, forming a crystal cornucopia, directly in front of Higen. Its shape similar to a horn, perfectly smoothed out in the interior and humming with energy.
“"Hadō #91. Senju Kōten Taihō."
Above! Higen’s eyes stretch upward, unable see anything but the blinding light of the golden orbs set to ravage the room. He leaves the cornucopia where it stands, vanishing into a shunpo behind the Commander’s throne. He was sure he could not out run them indefinitely, but the should the first barrage follow Higen—however powerful the blast—it would find its power nullified on contact with the chair. It was without incantation, but Higen wouldn’t dare underestimate the Monk’s proficiency in Kido even without the entire incantation. Before a second barrage could even be sent out—however—higen clasps one of his shikai gauntlets tightly. In the same instant every crystal structure excluding the newly formed cornucopia begins to glow, a simple indication of what was to come. The energy quelling within them erupts, and shatters, causing thousands of crystal shards to consume the room.
Kyomu and Tenzen were at a more specific risk. Tenzen who’d sounded close to the roof was near one of the spires Higen had stabbed into the ceiling prior. Meanwhile, had Kyomu even remotely lingered next to where he struck Yu, the gem-like spear that was pinned next to Yu’s head would explode violently in close proximity. Not only would the explosive force concuss and expand with much force, but the sharp shards were easily capable of shredding both of them to ribbons, at their respective distances. With a blades of crystal lodged into his flesh, It would be impossible for Tenzen to maintain the concentration or reiryoku flow necessary for conducting a spell of such caliber. The Knight may have been stripped of his armor, but it was clear he did not lose his weapons. A warrior in the highest regard, his excitement was only eclipsed by his focus. Honored to be able to exchange blows with these men, despite their differences—a bond would be forged between them, doused in blood, This is what the Captains had become.
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The air is thick, not unlike the ocean of tension that drowned the quintet in the Captain’s meeting hall. Once expected to be the most prolific of comrades, it seemed they all began to radiate with killing intent—friends made enemy. Or perhaps, it had always been this way. Forced to tolerate each other, and nothing more, the aspect of comradery had been forever absent. The Commander knew this, his words tolling in Higen’s mind as their purpose is reinforced. Others less familiar with Shobatsu’s cryptic form of communication would ponder only on what lied on the surface, while Higen had come to an understanding. The oldest, the most mature—without the commander having to say a word Higen felt it his purpose to be the driving force in banding the Captains back together, but at what angle.
More than any other captain—to no surprise—Kyomu’s killing intent is the most severe. The very essence of it projects itself into the room, perceived by all with an untrained eye as an attempt on the Dragon’s life. Higen’s eyes were victim of such misdirection, the masterful assassin tactful in his ploys, unmatched in his subterfuge and skullduggery. It is Captain Nakamoto’s groan of pain beneath the subtle noises of the room’s chaos that tells Higen that it may be too late for an understanding. The serpent struck true, his ruse fell for, his target: eliminated. For a moment things seem to slow, the quietest of things have their sound expanded, echoed. The dragging of Yu’s leg against the floor as he limped to the Hall’s exit, coupled with his shallow breathing and the space between each inhale. He was hurt badly, as to be expected. It was unlike Kyomu to miss a mark. To him, this was contractual, he was given a job and would not rest until he was defeated or the task was completed. He would not listen to reason, but perhaps the Oda wou-
"Heh... Hehehe... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! This is great! I haven't had a battle like this since I left home!"
While nothing had shifted in terms of his spiritual presence, his words were all-but expected. The normally quiet recluse seemed to hide an itch for battle, for pain. Higen remembers Shobatsu’s decision to reinstate the Oda after their exile do their brutal and unorthodox methods. He sometimes forgets that Tenzen is cut from the same crop, a product of the same rigorous training of super-warriors. Much like the Mukuro, who wish to breed the perfect assassin, the Oda strive for complete bloodline dominance in manifesting the perfect Shinigami. The way of the monk was quite obviously a method of reform, a repression of his true self, of his bloody upbringing. This was cause for concern, instilling Higen with fear that the bloodlust from his inner hollow will latch onto this part of Tenzen’s personality and not let go.
Flames crash against the walls, the giant’s throne along now with Higen’s own crystal begin to act as sponges that cleanse the room. As the crystals cover nearly every general area of the hall, their thirst is quenched. An eerie green glow overpowers the radiance of the flames, each jagged spire humming with newly-acquired reiatsu from the Dragon’s untampered breath. Maho was smart, perhaps he, one who perceived all, was aware of the Head Captain’s purpose. Maybe, just maybe, he was the last chance at Higen’s attempt to appeal to the Cap-
CREAAAAAK .. .. .. THUD
The massive doors to the hall separate and create a song from their severance. The creaking overpowers all, its sound makes ties with the Shining Knight’s light to consume the room, just as it escapes through the threshold to the hall’s exterior. It Is only for a moment, before they slam shut. The Tozansho surrounding Higen deteriorates completely, a look of surprise takes over his expression only to find the room now devoid of both Captain Nakamoto and Captain Kojima entirely. His thoughts shuffle around, trying to piece together when the Dragon had his scales plucked, when his blood stained the room, or when he’d cause the rivers of another to run. Not a single instance came to mind, even in the quick moments that ensued Higen was aware of his surroundings, yet Maho slipped away along with the coward. Perhaps he too shared the name.
Now it was becoming foolish; to question the Commander in the midst of the meeting, and then openly defy his orders just moments after, the boy was being careless. Did he expect slack? Did he expect justification just because he was not openly scolded by the commander? It appeared he had yet to truly understand the way of things, but he would learn. Nothing went unnoticed, there would be no defiance unpunished. Higen was disappointed—that resolve, the drive to be proven equal among his peers, all of which seemed to escape Maho when in the spotlight. The dragon roared, but refused to hone his claws. Instead, he fluttered away with the fairy, fleeing at the first sight of blood in the room. It was quite obvious that his ability to conjure heat and flames was immaculate, but his ability to withstand—both figuratively and literally—was subpar. They were doomed, there was no improvement, no understanding, no bond to be shared; how could you expect someone to correct something that they do not perceive as wrong?
Higen would not be opposed to the Fairy and Dragon swapping monikers, as Yu’s fierciness, to taste Kyomu’s blade and live, deserved far more respect than Maho’s abandonment. He refused to comply, and this alone was disgraceful for anyone in a white coat. Just the three of them stood in the hall now. Higen could only assume that Kyomu still stood near Yu’s previous location, whilst Tenzen had dismantled his own figure into a yellow box, transporting him out of danger’s path for the time being. A remnant of Maho’s zanpakuto remains, a giant hand plummeting from the ceiling to initiate another storm of flame. It meets a roadblock, one of the many Crystal barbs Higen scattered throughout the room. It remains stagnant, lacking the means to scathe the unbreakable crystal. Any flames it began to conjure, any reiryoku it insisted on exuding, would only further feed the crystal, becoming assimilated into its core.
“Kyokkō”
A faint voice speaks out from near the door itself, just as the very space around Tenzen seems to tear and ripple, his figure vanishing along with it. Higen couldn’t help be but frustrated, all-while excited. It appeared he was forced to deal with two phantoms on the day. Tenzen vanishes completely, his presence concealed and his signature missing, he was a ghost. Completely on guard, Higen had to only wait, an audible cue of sometime, a subtle shift in the draft of the room. All of this while keeping his ears and eyes set on avoiding Kyomu’s next trick.
Higen grabs the crystal spire before him with his metal gloves, Its structure beginning to shift, with more crystals growing from its shaft. It bends and contorts, forming a crystal cornucopia, directly in front of Higen. Its shape similar to a horn, perfectly smoothed out in the interior and humming with energy.
“"Hadō #91. Senju Kōten Taihō."
Above! Higen’s eyes stretch upward, unable see anything but the blinding light of the golden orbs set to ravage the room. He leaves the cornucopia where it stands, vanishing into a shunpo behind the Commander’s throne. He was sure he could not out run them indefinitely, but the should the first barrage follow Higen—however powerful the blast—it would find its power nullified on contact with the chair. It was without incantation, but Higen wouldn’t dare underestimate the Monk’s proficiency in Kido even without the entire incantation. Before a second barrage could even be sent out—however—higen clasps one of his shikai gauntlets tightly. In the same instant every crystal structure excluding the newly formed cornucopia begins to glow, a simple indication of what was to come. The energy quelling within them erupts, and shatters, causing thousands of crystal shards to consume the room.
Kyomu and Tenzen were at a more specific risk. Tenzen who’d sounded close to the roof was near one of the spires Higen had stabbed into the ceiling prior. Meanwhile, had Kyomu even remotely lingered next to where he struck Yu, the gem-like spear that was pinned next to Yu’s head would explode violently in close proximity. Not only would the explosive force concuss and expand with much force, but the sharp shards were easily capable of shredding both of them to ribbons, at their respective distances. With a blades of crystal lodged into his flesh, It would be impossible for Tenzen to maintain the concentration or reiryoku flow necessary for conducting a spell of such caliber. The Knight may have been stripped of his armor, but it was clear he did not lose his weapons. A warrior in the highest regard, his excitement was only eclipsed by his focus. Honored to be able to exchange blows with these men, despite their differences—a bond would be forged between them, doused in blood, This is what the Captains had become.
