[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Central Seireitei

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The faintest scent of lavender wafted through the air. A lit candle? Maybe a perfume?
Honoka would have paid it little mind, if it wasn't for Yasu's reaction to the very same scent. "Interesting..." She thought to herself as the other lieutenant resumed gathering the comestibles. Her sharpened gaze fixed on Yasu, while she momentarily focused-- listened; sensed. The Onmitsukidō were indeed well trained. Kyomu had done an exceptional job of conditioning each one of his agents. Their spiritual pressure, their physical presence, were near non-existent. Surely most Shinigami would be hard pressed to ever detect such masters of their craft. However, Honoka was far beyond most Shinigami, even of her own rank. After all, the first division only accepted the very most elite among their ranks. They were crafty in concealing themselves from standard means of detection, they hid themselves well from Honoka. However, how could they hide themselves from nature itself? Their every footfall felt by the grass beneath their feet, their every breath heard by the very things that provide them with oxygen. Honoka could see them all. Small flickers of a presence to be sure, but a presence nonetheless. Up to six, dangerously close, with many more scattered throughout the Seireitei. Unusual. They weren’t just pressing the First Division, pressing her, they were stopping any of the other divisions from interfering. It could only mean one thing. With her options dwindling, now that the building-- No, the entire Seireitei was surrounded by the Onmitsukidō, she'd have to act cautiously.
"Entangle, Shioretahana"

Clink.
The unmistakable sound of metal making contact with glass, then the cracking, until finally, the crystal shattered inwards, making way for the assailant, and the projectiles he’d aimed towards Honoka. Each would have kept true in their path, if it weren't for the multitude of large thorny vines, twice as big as Honoka, that grew around her in a semi-circle. They lashed out, their speed nearly imperceptible to the naked eye, invisible whips striking with precision and violently deflecting both the debris and projectiles. The shadow managed to slither past the window and even take hold of Yasu. He held her in his arms, focused on his task, a good thing, as he wouldn’t see his death coming. The small flower, placed in Yasu’s hair when she was smacked by Honoka’s fan, began to spread, rapidly. As though springing to life, thousands of thorn-clad vines spread across the Lieutenants body, immediately encasing her in an organic cocoon. The vines didn't cease their after encasing Yasu, but instead continued their spurt of growth. They pierced into the arms of the Stealth force Agent, slithering through flesh, puncturing through bone, binding his joints so that he could no longer move, nor release the imprisoned Yasu. Then, just as the tendrils truly stopped his momentum, they sprout. Thorns erupted from his body, piercing his flesh from the inside out, and nearly stopping his heart. Frozen, and dying, he was then mercilessly slammed down against the floor by a large root, which sprouted from the ground and struck his abdomen. Eight shattered ribs and five crushed vertebrae, in addition to the lacerations and puncture wounds by the thorns. Immobile, incapacitated, but not yet dead. She certainly wasn't leaving anything to chance, and her usual method of operation would do little here. The bone breaking roots lashed out and struck any agent who so much as looked into the Lieutenant's hall, each shot meant to kill, snapping necks and breaking ribs. A single vine, not much wider than Honoka's arm lunged forward, spiraling furiously as it picked up speed, momentum, and power, only to pierce the center of her assailant's skull with a single thrust. Shattered bone, brain chunks, and blood adorned the floor, adding to the red pool already made by his dead comrades.
Yasu, on the other hand, was thrown into the air after the Onmitsukidō member was forced to release her, only to be caught safely by a large, thornless vine that wrapped around her torso. She was held securely, not loose enough for her to simply slide out; not tight enough to hurt her. The vines encasing her sapped away her Reiatsu, absorbing it like sunlight, drinking it like water, making the composition of their vines increasing stronger as Yasu grew increasingly weaker. Now she was truly at Honoka's mercy. The vines prevented any movement, even the twitch of a finger, from the young Lieutenant. A single wrong move, even from her slithering Zanpakuto, and she was sure to share the same thorny fate of her fellow subordinates.
"Sheath your zanpakuto, Lieutenant."
She didn't mince words; The attempt was one too many.
Her patience tested by the very children she watched grow up.
Conflicted, but not clouded, Honoka proceeded forward with the knowledge of the location of each and every member of the Second Division that lay hidden, maintaining their position, as instructed by their young Captain. Soon they would maintain their position forcibly. Vines inconspicuous to the mentally occupied agents, sprouted from underneath them, no sound, no scent, no actual presence, before wrapping them entirely, covering their mouths and tightly binding their arms and legs. Their Reiryoku being drained of them by the vines the same as their Lieutenant. Each plant gorging themselves on their spiritual energy to strengthen and grow. The barbs of these vines dug into every member of the stealth force that laid foot on First Division ground, as they constricted tighter, perforating the skin and drawing their blood, causing it to trickle down the vines, drenching them in the warm crimson liquid. Even Captain Mukuro would fall victim, if his senses weren’t truly about him.
"What is he thinking?"
Honoka stood firmly in place, staring at the incapacitated Yasu, who hung like a caterpillar from her iron-maiden of a cocoon. With a heavy an irritated sigh, Honoka grabbed the cocoon and ripped it from its vine so that she could carry the Second Division Lieutenant like a suitcase. Then, in that very moment, she disappears.
Knowing that Captain Mukuro would not be so easily taken by surprise, Honoka prepared a countermeasure, and interrupted his journey further into her barracks. Twenty feet before him, a massive wall of vines would sprout from the very ground. They extended from building to building, and rose forty feet high into the air. Three feet thick, these vines tangled and tightened, forming an iron clad barrier, immune to weapon strikes and Reiatsu based attacks, on account of its healing factor and spiritual absorption. Standing atop this wall, Honoka would hide her polite smile behind an open purple fan, leaving just her closed eyes exposed. In her hand she held one of her closest friends, now turned her hostage, the completely bound Yasu. At any moment, she could be forced to end her colleague's life. It all depended on the actions of Yasu's Captain. Actions, which she watched closely. Kyomu was fast, true, and an expert at concealing his movements. However, he was also smart. The moment anything happens to Honoka, the moment Yasu is released from her grasp, the vines would grow, and execute the Lieutenant free of Honoka’s own will. It wasn’t that she willed the vines to strike, but rather that her control prevented them from doing so. Rendering the Captain incapable of confronting her without killing his own Lieutenant.
“Now Captain…”
She would say, her voice as kind, as welcoming, inviting even, as ever.
“What could possibly be the meaning of this?”

As all this occurred, one thing would seem to escape the members of the infiltrating Second Division. A nagging question which lingered at the back of their minds, one they themselves were too focused to realize, let alone acknowledge. Where were the members of the First Division? Where was the opposing force, the defensive blockade? Where were the Shinigami’s Elite? Not a single Shinigami of the First Division appeared to meet the invading force. Sure, there were Honoka’s servants, who now sought cover in the sealed salerooms of the Lieutenant's hall. However, there was not a single trace of even one warrior.
How fortunate it was that the Captain Commander had issued a rather peculiar order this morning. Seemingly out of the blue, every member of the First division, with the exception of Honoka’s personal squad, was to take on a new assignment. Every individual, from the high ranking third seat on down to the most lowly recruit, was to assist the Seventh division in their duties for the day. Those who proudly serve the commanding authority of the First Division, would be spending their day patrolling and securing the Rukongai districts.
Why was that? What had the Captain Commander seen? Perhaps he had witnessed Kyomu’s disappearance. Kyomu was unsurpassed in his ability to remain undetected, but only in the present. Shobatsu’s senses saw beyond the present, and into the past. While Kyomu may have slipped out undetected, if he truly was undetected, Shobatsu would have been able to see his every action up until that point.
Or perhaps the Commander had once again proven the power of his intuition. This certainly wouldn’t have been the first time that he predicted events that would come to pass, and allowed them to do so. He was never one to interfere after all. He would only cast judgment on what has occurred, not what will. But was the Second Captain so predictable?
Regardless, the 2nd division would be met with no interference from the First. It’s barren barracks an open invitation for their ranks. Spare the force of Head Lieutenant Honoka, who alone was an insurmountable obstacle, an elite among elites, who easily outclassed even the best of Kyomu’s men.

 

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The Captain’s feet continued to carry him quietly along the grounds of the Division’s Barracks. Steps so soft and subtle one might dare believe the man to be floating. ”Hnn, I see...” The man appearing to say nothing or do nothing aside continuing his journey without a word. There was no telling what the young lord was thinking.
The unmistakable sound of glass shattering emanated from the Lieutenant’s Hall, the room in which Honoka and Yasu were housed. The projectiles flew true towards the Head Lieutenant, and then..the room shook. The several blades launched appeared mundane, but that served true only while in flight, one having little time to stop and scrutinize the soaring knives. The thorny vines sprouted, whipping about their mistress’s form, imperceptible to the layman’s eye would trigger the detonation of each blade. The force of the explosion of a single blade was certainly no cause for alarm against a seasoned shinigami, several added together and within close proximity of one another—together they held force enough to rip asunder a good portion of stone at least seven to eight inches thick. Honoka’s powers were without question, though something of this caliber could hardly decimate the entirety of the thick vines, the sudden force of the explosion itself would serve well to disrupt their frenzied flow, if but for a moment, the blast itself simultaneously launching minute shards of shrapnel whizzing fiercely and indiscriminately. The blades hardly meant to land true to her body, she was the Head Lieutenant of the Gotei 13 after all, and above even that, the former Lieutenant of the Second Squad, direct confrontations were never the route to take.
The shattering of broken glass still dawdled behind the once soaring blades, having bridged the distance between them and Lady Honoka by then shy several inconsequential meters. The explosion was violent, spontaneously ignited by her own doing no less forcing the woman to retreat to avoid the fragments of sharp metal too numerous to accurately count and detect, and launched with such rapidity that a second’s worth of time was inadequate to spare being riddled with shrapnel in her chest and face should her vegetative familiars prove incapable of defending her after the forceful intervention of their rather wild dance about her form.
The subordinate’s figure concurrently moved to grab the Lieutenant and carry her off all while witnessing the flower atop the Vice Captain’s head springing to life, the entirety of his focus had been on her after all, his task was to grab her and go. The Lieutenant occupying the entirety of his thoughts. Despite this, the man couldn’t waver, he couldn’t stop not even for a moment. The Lieutenant secured in his dominant arm, middle and index fingers coiled beneath her obi sash while the man was on the go, the other grasping hold of the vines best he could, hand punctured and pierced by the many thorns that riddled the vines. He bit down on his lip, the agony present in his eyes as feet hurried him across the ground tugging and pulling all the while, to little avail, all to buy more time. Each step taken covered several dozens of feet, speaking volumes of his shunpo prowess. With his arm entangled in the fury of Honoka’s vines piercing into his flesh without resistance, a testament to their strength, the man’s own strength and well of power being robbed from him. The man’s task was not to live or survive through this ordeal, he understood that well.
From a bird’s eye view specks of dot could be seen peppered about the Seireitei, those present within the barracks were already well aware by now of the presence of the Stealth Force all about. There were those who occupied the ground, those seated, crouched on the tiles of the walls encompassing the territory of each respective Division as they watched and waited, as silent as death yet void of any murderous intent. Though silent as the grave they were, many would ironically soon find themselves well within it. Vines hidden beneath the ground sprung out from beneath their targets, those otherwise on the floor were less fortunate than those otherwise placed. Blood painted the walls and grounds of the division, the death of others was swift—the bodies of the other agents instinctively maneuvering elsewhere as the ground was split from the vines rising beneath earth, stone and tile, having more obstructions to clear made all the difference for those trained to move at a moment’s notice, with swiftness and certainty. They were trained, disciplined and true to their mission...yet they were hardly oblivious or ignorant to their surroundings. With blades drawn their mission had grown exponentially harder with the appearance of these vines feasting on the bodies and spiritual power of their comrades. Odd that such extremes had been taken so swiftly, no agent themselves having moved to harm a soul, and doing less to show any signs or willingness to lethally move in on any one, despite the force shown by their presence in numbers. Still, this was hardly the time to question such things, they were warned and knew the high probability of such an occurrence regardless of their own actions or lack thereof.
Members of the Second Squad Housed in the Maggots Nest remained ignorant to the ongoings within the Seireitei, left in the dark by their Captain they exploded in a sea of questions and confusion, prisoners mentally dulled from centuries of incarceration showing no distress or cognitive thought, moving as if on pure instinct alone. Many had been holed inside the prison for centuries, some nearing a millenia. If they could properly think or gather their thoughts, they would no doubt gladly take the place of many of the stealth force; death was a welcomed reprieve in comparison to the hell that was their daily lives in the Nest of Maggots.
All the while the image of Kyomu continued its calm trek forward, as if taking a leisurely stroll. Presence, sound, reiatsu all still lingering inside the void of nonexistence, all that loitered behind was the faint inexplicable smell of lavender. The rattling of chains resounded softly within his ears, his body bound tautly by a multitude of chains, extending as far as the eye could see, invisible to all but him.The cold metal squeezed the young captain’s frame, yet despite the bondage he persevered, step by step.
Those agents on the grounds of the First Division were silent, and almost lifeless.They did not ponder the situation within the barracks, their thoughts did not drift towards the fate of their comrades, nor did it dwell on the gravity of the situation in which they found themselves in due to their Captain’s actions and orders. Like the others, they were no safer from the reach of Honoka’s powers—on the contrary, being in the territory of the First Squad they themselves were at greater risk. They were already within the jaws of the beast. As if to reaffirm their fate, vines riddled with sharp barbs rose silently beneath the agents, accurately targeting each one. Though silent the slight movement near the peripheral of a few was enough to warrant them swiftly securing their blades. A desperate act to fend off the vines? They would need to be far faster than that to attempt to escape, a pity they weren’t. The vines swiftly coiled around their bodies like the strongest and deadliest of pythons. As if unwilling to rescind themselves to such a fate each one immediately shoved their respective blades into their chests.
Suicide
Had the fear of the Head Lieutenant’s vines been too much for the poor souls? The weight of the situation more than they bargained for, more than they could bear? On the surface it was easy for one to see that, but these were men trained by Captain Mukuro, nothing was ever as it seemed with that man. As the vines feasted on the blood and reiryoku of those now lifeless bodies captured, it would come to a rather abrupt halt.
A cacophony of thunderous explosions echoed throughout the seireitei, louder still within the vicinity of the First Division Barracks. Pillars of light pierced the sky like brilliant dazzling blades; teal, red, plum, violet, yellow, blue, orange. Each barbed vine encased in one such pillar, the captured corpses their source of origin. The pillars swiftly coalesced into a single iridescent cube that expanded a dozen meters beyond the boundaries of the First division barracks, the barracks itself housed within the heart of this new phenomena.
The bodies of the dead Onmitsukido continued to shrivel up, appearing as dried up husks of flesh before fading altogether, their abandoned garments all that was left behind as evidence of their existence. From within this box shaped iridescent ‘prison’, the world outside seemed somewhat distorted, from the outside looking in, one could only see the ever shifting colors dancing along the surface. Honoka would perhaps be the first to understand that something was amiss. A mistress in the arts of Kido she was no doubt familiar with its peculiarities, and understood the very nature of this supposed barrier was kido based, this much was obvious. What she would perhaps found even more peculiar was her inability to communicate with her vegetative familiars outside the barrier, her voice, reiryoku, and commands unable to reach them. Odd.
This barrier didn’t seem to be haphazardly thrown together at the last minute. It was far too complicated in nature for it to be a desperate sporadic act. The First Division Barracks were absent of personnel, of all save for the Head Lieutenant and the Head Captain themselves. Kyomu himself was a man who prided himself on being well informed, and was rather adept at detection as well, it would be impossible for him not to pick up on this fact. Though inferior to their Commander in every way, the Onmitsukido were still agents of stealth and espionage, trained in tracking and detection as well. They too would be able to tell the lack of presence within the barracks of the First Squad, so...why were they there? It couldn’t have been to back Kyomu up, the man was far too proud and arrogant to ever admit needing aid, and would never request it of his subordinates or his colleagues. Why did those on the First Division grounds seem otherwise unperturbed? Calm, serene.
They had come to die.
The barrier was clearly powerful, yet something of this level couldn’t be sustained using just the reiryoku of those Onmitsukido, they didn’t bear enough spiritual power even combined for this. Spiritual pressure, vitality and...their lifespan, were used to fuel and empower the barrier. Shinigami were powerful individuals, their lifespan exceeding those of man by many centuries, some millenia. It is that impressive lifespan that was used to compensate for what they lacked in reiryoku. The plants that had been trapped within the pillars of light shared a fate similar to the bodies of those they clung to, shriveling up as reiryoku and vitality was leached from them, quickly becoming shriveled husks before they too would fade.

Kyomu felt their deaths the moment they took place, new links added to the tortuous invisible chains wrapped around his body. There was no going back. While his subordinates had been unable to avoid Lady Oki’s silent, and deadly assault he was a different matter altogether. How many centuries had he been at her side? Her zanpakuto was a fearsome one no doubt, and the very reason she had been recruited into the Second Squad all those centuries ago. As silent and as subtle as they were, once nearing a certain radius of Kyomu, they were not beyond his sphere of detection, be it above ground or underneath. The man’s cadence in his stride had well shifted sometime ago, the switch so swift and subtle it was nearly impossible for one to recognize without focusing all of one’s attention on his feet alone, and being intimately learned in his habits and mannerisms. The vines had come through, the ground, moving to pierce flesh and entangle body. Kyomu’s physical form was indeed pierced, but harmlessly so. No blood spilled from his body, no wounds marred his flesh or attire, his image merely continued forward passing seamlessly through the vines.
Captain Mukuro didn’t stop to study or gauge his surroundings, his destination was unmistakably clear. He was headed for the throne room where the Captain Commander was sure to be.
Contact with the bubble like barrier was ill advised for most, lest they find themselves consumed in its depths, their reiryoku, vitality and lifespan taken as recompense to further fuel its power. Meanwhile within the boundaries of the barrier itself, reishi was being siphoned in small gradual increments, ten minutes between each feasting cycle. The sparse particles breaking off from the structures composed of reishi drifting towards the inner surface of the cube. The flow of reiryoku was much harsher within the scope of this beautiful technique born of ghastly actions. It made things such as Kido inefficient in such an environment. Though cut off from her plants outside she could still produce and command those within, though she would find a delay of several seconds between what she willed to do and the action itself from her zanpakuto transpiring, a delay that was not limited to her alone, her younger pink haired colleague finding the same delay in communication with her zanpakuto once the boundary was erected.
What of Commander Murasaki? That monster of a man would no doubt be undaunted. It would be a miracle if he was affected even slightly, a delay of a single second would be nothing short of miraculous. And what of Captain Mukuro? He certainly had something to do with this new ‘space’ of sorts, was it a double edged blade for him? Picking up the pace he hurried onward, a single step launching him nearly a hundred meters towards his destination; soundless. Still aware of Honoka’s placement in relation to himself he didn’t have the time to dally around and indulge the many questions he knew she had. Ignorant of her intentions he hoped only that his idiot Lieutenant could get away in time, or..at the very least, assure Honoka of her innocence. It was fine if he alone was blamed for all this, Yasu was truly ignorant of his actions after all. Regardless the sooner he got this over with the better...for everyone.

 

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Ants. Swarming on a hill. That is what Shobatsu perceives, as he projects his senses throughout all of the Seireitei. On any other day, he would be found sitting, apathetic, upon the throne of the Captain Commander. Listening to his subordinates go about their duties, silently keeping tabs on every report, every conversation, that found its way through the hub of the First Division. But today, there were no subordinates. Today, Shobatsu stands.
In the great emptiness of the throne room, at the center of the Captain’s Hall building, Shobatsu faces out towards the open courtyard patio. Though he cannot see the view as another might, his senses reach out, and perceive the spiritual energy of every creature, every tree, every blade of grass. His world of absolute black and white, is absolutely beautiful. His back facing towards the entrance, and the light shining down upon him, causes his shadow to stretch, forebodingly extending across the length of the empty hall.
Standing in silent observation, nothing escapes his notice.
To the South, Captain Kagayaki sends Arashi Suta to the world of the living. He is approached by Captain Kojima, seeking to learn one of Kagayaki’s techniques. Interrupted by the Second Division, they do not see Lieutenant Kasumi flee to rescue Suta. Now Jinnosuke Uekū meets with them, fresh from his fight with Yosuke Kuchiki. Higen, the man of heart, seeks to protect the Seireitei from itself. While at the Nest of Maggots, Warden Xiaolin seeks to provide his own division refuge from the course of events they themselves set in motion.
To the North, Lieutenant Nibui Ueki works to secure his own division, and pry forth answers from the silent Stealth-corps. Yosuke Kuchiki, healing from his wounds, retreats inward in pursuit of clarity. While the Thirteenth Division’s Fourth and Fifth seats Oyama Hoshi and Katsuo Oda, have fortified their own barracks, and now seek to assist the Twelfth Division.
Truly nothing escapes the Commander’s notice, but what, of everything he witnessed, most held his attention? Could it be the events occurring in the Central District? That was after all what so many Shinigami now turned their eyes to. Was it Lieutenant Oki? Who, after clearing her division of spies, was the first to encounter this ambush? Could it be the small thing known as Lieutenant Yūgure, that Honoka held as hostage in her hand? Surely his attention was focused on the deaths of so many Shinigami, the major forces of the Second Division who sacrificed their lives to erect a trivial barrier. No, it must be that the Commander's attention was on the largest threat, the insubordinate Captain Mukuro, who now dared to march upon the First Division, soon to confront Shobatsu himself.
If not concerned for himself and his Lieutenant, then surely he would be focused on the First Division itself? He had cast them out of the barracks that morning, sending them out into the vast and seemingly endless Rukongai. Some of the Soul Society’s greatest warriors, spending their day helping build shacks, and distribute food amongst the rabbles of downtrodden souls. They too would wonder as to their Captain’s motives, looking on to the barrier erect over their division. Even from miles away, beyond the walls of the Seireitei, the attack could be seen. Still, they knew better than to return. Their Captain never made a wrong decision, and they knew to follow his word with all their being. So the strongest of the Gotei Thirteen Seats, suppressed their emotions for duty, and continued to assist the masses. Wondering if the Commander was watching over them too.
Yet, none of these were true. None of the disarray was deemed important enough for the Commander to pay any mind to at all. His own thoughts were clear, unable to be clouded by something so trivial as dissent. Instead he watched, in his own way, eyes closed, as two miles away, still deep within the First Division Barracks, a mother lark lands in a tree. Its children, too young to fly, hop and chirp, their heads bobbing, mouths agape, at the sight of their mother. The mother, with all the happiness a bird can express, feeds its young, and begins to preen them, seeking to take care of the helpless little creatures.
Then Kyomu Mukuro steps foot in Shobatsu’s office, and the bird, even at such a distance, becomes startled and takes flight. Abandoning her children in fear.
“You need not say anything...”
Shobatsu’s voice, a deep baritone, guttural, authoritative, fills the empty void of the throne room. At first he doesn’t move. His focus on the small birdlings, now chirping and crying out in fear, utterly helpless, completely alone. His Reiatsu does not flare. Though it is great enough to both be perceived and felt by Captain Mukuro, its burning power would feel no worse than holding one's hand close above a burning flame. The otherwise titanic force of the Commander’s presence appeared to be held at bay. The very fact that Kyomu was not brought to his knees in subjugation, meant that the Commander was holding back his own power, that it was of his will alone that Kyomu was permitted to come so far.

Shobatsu’s eyes open, only slightly. Their purple hued glow escaping from the small crevice of open eyelid. Immediately, a gust of crushing force explodes from him in a wave. The walls of the throne room, composed of Sekkiseki (殺気石, Spirit Reducing Stone ), fracture as massive cracks permeate throughout the entire structure. The damage doesn’t seem to be limited solely to the throne room however. As in this exact moment, anyone who deems to lay eyes on the barrier outside, would find that it too has momentarily shattered. Webs of neon white spread across the ethereal barrier like broken glass held in place. The Reiryoku required to maintain the barrier strenuously activates to slowly repair it. Even in his Reiatsu Kakusu Cloth (霊圧隠す, “Reiatsu Hiding Cloth”) Kyomu would fair no better. At worst, his own bones would crack and fracture like the stone of the throne room, at best, his entire body would feel like it was just hit with the force of a cannonball. Of course Genpo (幻歩, “Phantom Step”), would be of no use, as the destructive force spread outwards from Shobatsu in all directions.
Kyomu’s only saving grace, would be that the entire encounter was brief. A mere subconscious moment, as the small sliver of Shobatsu’s exposed eyes once again closed. Regardless of Captain Mukuro’s position, Shobatsu would now turn to face him. His movement seems natural to a regular Shinigami, allowing Kyomu to deduce that the Commander was controlling his own speed as well as his own Reiatsu. Allowing himself and his turning movement to be perceived. His massive shadow casts itself over Kyomu, who appears small by comparison, like a child about to be reprimanded by a parent. As Shobatsu turns, the polished wood of his cane-like Zanpakuto catches the sunlight shining down from the balcony. Causing a small beam of light to traverse across the room, through his shadow, and into Kyomu’s eyes. As if nature itself were commanding the small Captain to be blinded by the Commander’s presence.
Facing Kyomu now, Shobatsu stands twenty yards from the Captain, directly in the center of the room. His imposing figure rising nearly two feet taller than Kyomu, the difference in size becoming an understated visual metaphor for their difference in power. Could Kyomu really make up with speed what he lacks against the sheer overwhelming power of the Commander of the Gotei Thirteen? No decisive action had yet been taken, no direct insubordination yet occurred. Perhaps, if he would surrender now, Shobatsu’s judgment would be proportionately just. However, the further Kyomu plummeted into injustice, the more extreme his methods become, the more extreme the punishment Shobatsu would sentence. No, Kyomu knew it didn’t work like that. The Commander might be the type to wait for an action to pass before casting judgement, but he always seemed to know exactly how that action would come to pass, and would by now have concluded how this will end.
“I have already decided your fate.”

 

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Arrival from Northwest Seireitei
His arrival at the central portion of Seireitei was without delays, taking but a few moments, reaching his destination perhaps ten seconds after the Captain Commander’s pulse of Reiatsu, the barracks of the First Division. As the Lieutenant of the Eleventh arrived, but a couple of meters between himself and the barrier, he would gaze up toward the wall that had separated the barracks entirely from the outside world. He was not one who knew much of the functions and mechanics behind Kido, this much was obvious but he had at least managed to grasp one thing. The fractures, that were yet present in the barrier, they were caused by Reiatsu, nothing unusual other than the potency of the Captain Commander’s Reiatsu. Nibui was well aware he couldn’t hope to even equate to half of the Captain Commander’s power, but there was always an attempt to be given.
The fissures would have been impressive if they were isolated to a single section of the barrier, this however was almost miraculous, these fractures stretched through the entire structure. The Lieutenant had no need to attempt such a feat, he wouldn’t even dream of the possibility. As he stood there, he took notice of Jinnosuke who had decided to follow him and arrived at roughly the same time. Nibui was never one of confidence and the separation that existed between himself and his destination was something that was admittedly quite daunting, though, something needed to be done. There existed a possibility that alone he was perhaps capable of what he had in mind but it was in his nature to perceive that situation as unlikely, that isn’t to say he wouldn’t commit to the plan, if required. Few words were needed to convey what he intended to do.
“Oi, the Captain Commander caused these cracks. If he didn’t break it, I don’t know how likely we are to succeed. On my mark, I need you to give it all you’ve got. Do your best to keep it condensed. As little collateral as possible, understood?”
As he spoke to his division member, his focus remained true to the barrier before him, and beyond that, the main entrance to the barracks of the First Division. Simultaneously, the Lieutenant’s hand reached for the hilt of his Zanpakuto, soon drawing the blade entirely from its scabbard. In its entirety, Jubokko was just shy of matching Nibui’s short, five foot and four inch tall stature, that display alone was rather silly, regardless he held his blade with a certain pride that would not be found elsewhere for this Shinigami. Continuing on his motion of drawing the blade, his other hand would meet the hilt of Jubokko, both hands carrying the weapon above his head, elbows bent at a seventy-five degree angle as the tip of the blade itself was pointed back behind Nibui at an upward angle.
“Now.”
His voice was unusually calm for such a situation, one would expect roars of commands, but no, his relaxed demeanour coming from exactly who was trapped within. The moment this word was uttered, Jubokko was brought straight down in an arc that escaped the eyes of any who attempted to track the blade. Seeming as though Nibui’s arms had not moved but simply, appeared from one position to the next in a negligible frame of time, if even a measurable one. The blade itself would never reach the barrier, no. Instead, a condensed, opaque crescent of crimson Reiryoku would be launched from the blade, meeting the already scarred barrier within the same instance as his swing was completed. Nibui’s Reiryoku was always a potent one, in any form and when condensed and utilized with specific goals in mind, this potency would only grow exponentially. The crescent of Reiryoku was no larger than Nibui in terms of dimensions, it’s goal, to act as a battering ram for a man sized section of this barrier, centered smack in the middle of a fracture that stretched quite a distance from top to bottom of the dome.
With such an effort, the potent Reiryoku of the Lieutenant was so densely packed and focused that even in his current state, it would overpower the destructive capabilities of the Hadō of experts in the use of Kidō. Shatter barriers of such practitioners too. He had no doubt that the barrier was something, special but there wasn’t a crumb of deeper information he could truly gather with his knowledge of the art. He simply knew that it was something of a greater caliber than anything he had encountered in his centuries of experience. Regardless of results and cooperation, the collision of his Reiryoku would be a colossal one. Despite the focused nature of this refined arc of spiritual energy, the aftermath of the collision would lash out into the skies above, as though a higher power had painted a crimson tear into the world for a few moments. Synchronously with the visual flare of this attack, so too would a sound accompany it, more similar to a roaring flame, heard throughout a large portion of the Seireitei, lingering after even the streak of Reiatsu had vanished from the skies.
He knew not if Jinnosuke would take action alongside him, nor could he even come close to assuming that his actions would prevail in the face of such a bulwark, but something needed to be done. Whether the First Division needed help or not, this was not something that could be taken lightly by any. The Lieutenant could not fathom exactly what had driven the Second Division to act out in such a manner so defiant. A coup to fight for their own beliefs? The members of Onmitsukido were more than committed, seemingly throwing away their life in an attempt to contain other divisions, this was a possibility. Perhaps it was simply greed? Had Captain Mukuro fallen prey to some hidden desires? At the very least, they could only hope to learn the aim of this movement.

 

[BSD]

Coming to a stop to the left hand side of his Vice Captain, Jinnosuke would cross his arms over his chest watching his fellow division member examine the area. He personally didn't understand why he was wasting his time. Jinnosuke didn't mention the cracking of the barrier or the Captain Commander's presence because what all that meant so far was obvious. The Second Division had done something, good, bad. That much didn't matter to Jinnosuke. He didn't know good from bad, to be honest. He just followed the Captain Commander's moral fiber. So in his mind, to provoke this response from Pops. You were on Jinnosuke's bad side. Jinno then noticed that Nibui was preparing to break through the barrier. Jinnosuke smirked at this. It was his first bright idea all day. Spitting out several green leafy stems from his mouth, and partially one stuck in his teeth. Jinno unfolded his arms and withdrew from his back a large hunk of blunt steel.

" Have you ever met Ikari? Vice Captain Ueki?" Jinnosuke would unfurl the wrappings around the giant blade. Around twenty feet of perfect white bandage flew behind Jinnosuke now. Trailing in the wind, miraculously never touching the ground. He would take a stance that would seem awkward due to the giant paddle of a sword, that he hefted around weightlessly. IF one was to examine the blade it would be giving of a near visible pulse of reiatsu. The pressure exerted from this would shake loose rocks and pebbles loose from the ground and scatter them behind Jinnosuke. Just as he prepared his dual strike with his Vice Captain. The sky blackened, Time seeming to slow, as Jinno looked around only to find a giant eclipse in the sky above him.

As he returned his gaze to the ground below he no longer saw the buildings of Sereitei but instead thick trees of a dense forest he barely could remember. It was in the foremost corner of the back of his mind. It didn't matter. He stepped towards the forest and was soon surrounded by trees. As he walked blood started to ooze from the ground, along with parts of bodies and the faces of those Jinnosuke knew in the life outside this realm. For Jinnosuke was now in his Spirit world. Finding a secluded alcove with large tree stump, Jinnosuke walked towards it. As he came to the stump, he was a giant ax lodged in, with a pile of heads of the other side. An executioners block. Laughing , Jinnosuke sat down upon the stump. Lighting a cigarette and awaiting his guest. It only took him half a second to manifest after this. Hooves splashing through the forest, Until a huge Knight with nothing but a skeleton face emerged from the shadows of the trees.

"What do you think they did?" Jinnosuke would say with a smirk on his face, knowing damn well the answer and the reply Ikari would give him."Does it matter?" He said knowing the outcome as well, although no emotion could be seen on his face, His bleak stare gave Jinnosuke a funny bone. "No, but you wanna know too, don'tcha' heh hahah" His laugh was a mixture of a choke and a gag, but it did make Ikari dismount his horse and walk over to Jinnosuke, Sitting next to him. "Yes, well. It doesn't matter." He would reply, a hollow shell echoing out the same gruff tones Jinnosuke spoke in." Well, Should we show our Vice Captain how much we hold back for everyone? To be honest, Those stealth force guys make my skin crawl. The only one we ever did like was that Vice they have. She was pretty funny, don'tcha' think?" Jinnosuke said, finishing his cigarette and discarding it into the waves of blood at their feet. As he did Ikari would turn towards Jinno and lift his hand up, opening it out as he spoke, and motioning whenever he said another word."It could be for many reason Jinno, We did like her hnn. Maybe not all is lost, and the Captain Commander will let us restrain them and not execute them. Not that it's our official job or anything, but when in Seireitei." Jinnosuke would start to laugh again and then pull out another cigarette. " Did you just make a Joke Ikari? Huh? Oh yeah, That pip squeak is waiting for us to break that barrier. You wanna make a bet on him doing it alone or should we actually help him?" Ikari would set his skeletal hand on his face and sigh through his bony teeth. "Jinno, That pip squeak might be able to teach you how to talk to people like Captain Commander taught you how to wield me. So give Nibui a chance, It's not his fault he can't tell our Reiatsu is perfectly blended together. Remember A Zanpakuto decides when the Shinigami is ready. You're lucky you and i never knew anything else. Now we will show them, twenty two percent of our power. The full extent we are allowed in Soul Society." It was nothing compared to the restriction's the Captain Commander put on himself, but Jinnosuke's restrictions were also well warranted. " Hnn, Very well. Who know's who we might have to fight in here either. Let me know the moment you think we have to put in a request for more power. We haven't used that other form in a while. Now let's get back to that kid, Time to show off."
His eyes snapped open, as if only a second had passed while he was blinking. Jinnosuke came too, and if Nibui wasn't prepared for it, he might actually get knocked off course. Jinnosuke's body engulfed in size. His Muscles bulging and becoming massive. He took his right hand and swept it back over his hair, Pushing the front up above, as it fell and settled back down it would stay in the fashion of a pompadour. He flung his black coat and the other undershirt layers to the side and would lower his blade near to the ground and behind him as he stood side by side with his Vice Captain. His reiatsu would then explode off his body and sword in sync. Their power sending visible cracking along the ground as a shock wave hit the barrier and ran up along it.

If all else went as planned. Jinnosuke would close his eyes and allow Nibui to give the signal.
" now! "
Jinnosuke would leap forward, his left arm rippling with strength as it cascaded towards the identical impact point Nibui aimed for. The duality in Jinnosuke and Ikari's Reiatsu would emit from his giant heap of metal as the blade crashed into the barrier. All of the pent up energy traveling throughout the blade, and into the already made cracks the Captain Commander had started before hand. With roar, Jinnosuke's reiatsu started to manifest around him, a skull like visage flickering over his face as his Zanpakuto for only a minor moment, and a very miss-able, fraction of a second, manifested as a Helmet over his own face, before dissolving on the wind. This single strike was one Jinnosuke practiced every single day, over ten thousand times. It was his most deadly of strikes, a single handed attack with the full destructive intent of reiatsu. Traveling alongside the Crescent of energy the Vice Captain of the 11th Division sent to meet the barrier. The density of both their attacks combined would no doubt shatter the barrier, if even only minor by making a large gate for them to pass through, otherwise bringing the barrier down completely. Jinnosuke rested his giant metal battering ram on his shoulder as the bandages continued to trail behind him. If they were successful Jinnosuke would look over his shoulder as the sparkling reshi would be crumbling down into nothing as the barrier shattered. " I don't think we know much about each other Vice, But if there's one thing i am really good at. It's crushing things. Oh and this might be a bad time to ask, but i would like you to teach me how to talk to people. You know where it doesn't sound like i wanna kill them all the time. Laughing at his last remark, He would await his Vice Captain and then move along with him if he were to go forward into the now destroyed barrier.
If they were unsuccessful however, Jinnosuke would simply rear back, and try again.