[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Central Seireitei

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Once again, Himari had hit the ground. This time, her face smacked against the floor. Himari was angry, at herself once again. Again she screwed up, again. She didn’t look around her surroundings clearly. She didn’t know how she was going to advance from this. She was just angry.
"Himari, Himari, how many times have I told you, be aware of your opponents moves…"
She knew that. She didn’t need the Lieutenant to repeat what she already knew. That was one thing she hated. She was one that learned from actions, not words.
She slowly raised herself up, feeling the effects of the Lieutenants Reiatsu. Her fear that raised into her body was noticeable but it wasn’t anything compared to what she already felt. That was her advantage. She was already negative, already filled with fear, that the effects didn’t really bother her at all. And, her Reiatsu helped with this. The effect was able to push other Reiatsu’s effects, to the point where they wouldn’t bother her.
She was just filled with anger.
”Get up, Himari. Get angry. Raise your reiatsu and break my own. Fight or die, Himari Shimi. Nobody will come and save you, you gotta save yourself!"
And just like she snapped. She gripped the handle of the other Zan hard, the anger helping her raise her Reiatsu. She felt the air grow colder, now to the point if you were to breathe out, you would see your own breath. As if you were in a snowstorm. But there was no snow, there was no ice. Just the ice blue of Himari’s Reiatsu is increasing.
She felt the Lieutenant move again. She quickly got onto her knees, pointing her Zan at the Lieutenant. She focused her eyes on him, her eyes in a glare as she pushed as much spiritual pressure into the sword. She knew that was all it took. With her Zan pointed to the Lieutenant, he would be frozen in place. As if she had pushed a pause button. Everything else around them was still in action. But with him being in the line of her Zan’s power, his clones would be locked in place with him.
Completely in her mercy.
She then would hold her other hand out, not thinking twice before she shouted a new spell.
”Hadō #57. Daichi Tenyō!
And within a moment, objects from the training room started to rise up around them. She smirked, not taking her Zan off him, keeping him in place as she shoved her hands down to the ground, forcing all the rubble to fall onto the Lieutenant. This would create a lot of noise. She has never used that amount of Spiritual energy before.
And she felt better than ever.

 

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Katsuo came closer, and as he did, he was caught in her Shikai's cold grasp. Having pointed it at him, both his clone and himself froze mid-headbutt and his emotionless blue eyes met hers just moments before she unleashed her next attack. A kido spell Katsuo hadn't heard of or practiced yet. He moved his eyes as he raised his Reiatsu to try and counter Himari's shikai technique, but the rubble was just too fast, and before he knew it, he was smothered by it. He was underneath all of it, but once he countered the grip on her shikai technique by elevating his reiatsu higher, his twin blades cut the pile of rubble in half and sent some pieces flying her way.
"TRULY MAGNIFICENT!"
He'd say as he stuck one of his blades in rubble and dusted himself off. He gave Himari the expression of pure joy. The expression that perhaps he was enjoying pissing her off a little bit more than he should, but… it was making a warrior out of her.

"You did it Himari. Look at yourself and remember this feeling; it's the feeling of a warrior, and as a Shinigami that's what we are!"
She was ready! Oh she had to be… Katsuo yanked Eikogitsune's twin blade from the bubble and with that bloodlust smile upon his face, raised the bar even higher for Himari.
"Reign Triumphant, Eikogitsune!"
Clouded by dust kicked up from the release of his own Zanpakuto, he wondered if they should stop or keep going; if Tenzen came back to a trashed barracks he might not be happy about it. Katsuo smirked. Oh well. He'd have to be, afterall Himari unlocking her inner warrior was more awesome, AND important than a few broken buildings? Right?!
Himari would suddenly feel as though it was raining around them, and her clothes would start burning away as if touched by acid, soon followed by her skin. Parts of it would turn black by the power of Katsuo's frozen blade, and a sunburnt red by the power of the heated one. Let's see how she can escape his Shikai's power, or would she have enough for one day? She couldn't point her blade at every drop hitting her skin…

 

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Within her own quarters, but not behind her desk. Instead, she sits in front, having moved her chair to this same spot, and before her is a wooden stand, created to hold a single yet large sheet of paper. Blank, not an inkling of dirt or wrinkles can be found, but soon the brush between her index and thumb presses gently against it. The stroke of her brush glides like a child's finger in the water. It moves in a multitude of directions, until it finally stops, removed, placed against a wooden that housed a multitude of different colors. On the other hand, she holds this board. The brush dips into blue after being rinsed and cleaned, and once again it glides just as it did before. The process repeats, and nearly moments later, her picture is finished. Another masterpiece to hang upon the wall of her Quarters, among a plethora of other art she has drawn from her past to her present.
The picture this time displayed the Rukongai beneath a cool blue sky, with a sun at the very peak. It was only a single block, buildings are drawn with heavy detail and precision that it almost seemed life-like. Its dirt roads are drawn with dust and nearly every grain visible. However, she could not forget the people. As scarce as the roads probably are nowadays, she instead would give this block life. A variety of folks- men and women, elderly and children are no exception to the level of detail she provided, and even then, their clothing varied, every style unique and different. Colors of different shades. Every piece drawn seems to grow in skill and technique. There seemed to be no end to her improvement, but as she spent her time drawing, she knew she needed to spend her time training…
So why hasn’t she?
Art for the longest time has been her get away from the busy and stressful life of being a Soul Reaper. It is her chance to unwind, to let her imagination run free. However, it wasn’t just the workload or the liberation of her mind. She had grown content with the rise of Commander Kagayaki, even though she had yet to meet him. However, the disappearance of Head Lieutenant Oki left a wound upon her heart. A cut that ran deep, having looked up to the woman for years…
Where had she gone?
Why did she leave?
Kasu felt abandoned, left with no sense of guidance or inspiration to continue. Silently, she grits her teeth at the thought, her two fingers snapping the brush in two. She stands, as her face relaxes from its taunt and irritated look. She doesn’t bother to clean up the mess as she normally does, she simply places the board filled with blobs of paint onto her desk leaving it to dry. In turn, she equips her Zanapkuto to her hip, placing it between her sash and her Hakama. She passes her by her finished piece, ready to exit, but then her Zanpakuto slowly begins to glow, with a multitude of different colors. It radiates before it extends into a stream that moves in front of her and eventually forms her Zanpakuto Spirit… A brat, who cared little of anything else unless it pertained to art. His intoxicated attitude truly drives her nuts, but for him to appear now, it actually caught her by surprise, slightly…
The childish boy makes a square frame with his index fingers and thumb, a makeshift camera if you will. Upon his face is open-mouthed, with eyes that are wide and full of joy it seems. This prompted a raised eye-brow from Kasu.

” What?”
” CLICK!!!”
With a sharp head turn, she scuffs with closed eyes. The brat only laughs, amused by her irritation.
” This one I shall draw for later. Anyway. Are you going to train now? Are you done sulking over the absence of your old Lieutenant? “
Her eyes open, but they present a sense of sadness and disapproval. Quickly as it is displayed, it is just as quickly dismissed. Her head turns back, her eyes full of focus and only that.
” Ye-.”
” Bitch do not lie to me!”
He snaps, rudely interrupting her. The joy in his face left instantaneously. Her facial expression sits with shock as her eyes widened to this sudden display of anger from the child. Alas, he was quite fed up with her groveling and sniveling over a woman who did not live up to his standards...
not that anyone did honestly…
” You have been cooped up in this room for hours! I am sick of it!.” He tosses and flaunts his hands around in rage. Pacing back and forth across the floor.
” I grow impatient with you. She’s gone, you are here. There is still art to be made! Blood to be spilled! Soooooo! I need you to-
GET! OFF! YOUR! ASS! WOMAN!” Clapping with each word.
At a loss for words, she could do nothing but sigh heavily and shake her head.
” Hmph!”
He places his fist against his hips and quickly dissipates, returning to her Zanpakuto. Kasu stands in silence, thinking on his words, and while she did not enjoy the way he presented it, she knew he was right. A path presents itself, and she had to choose to continue it or remain where she is today. The door to her quarters opens slowly, moved by a single hand, and as light rushes into her face, it illuminates the room behind her, revealing all of the art and murals that she had covered her place of work with. Just as each piece drew improved over time, she needed to improve as well...

 

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The girl slowly raised from her knees, her hair in her face but her eyes not leaving the Lieutenant. She was a little shocked that her attack was enough to bring him down, having doubted the move in the beginning. But, she supposed, her anger was enough to push her over the edge. Without knowing, had risen her Spirit Energy a lot more than it had ever been risen.
It made her a little dizzy, but she played it off, not wanting to show the effects of the sudden rising power. She decided to focus on the blonds facial expressions, he looked way too pleased at the fact that she had successfully attacked him. It made her a little uneasy.
"You did it Himari. Look at yourself and remember this feeling; it's the feeling of a warrior, and as a Shinigami that's what we are!"
She didn’t say anything, just stopped there. She didn’t really like a warrior. Everything she had done was on pure instinct. Out of fear, out of anger. A warrior was someone who knew what they were doing, Himari felt like she didn’t know a damn thing.
But again, she was silent, somewhat happy and thankful someone was pleased with what she had done.
Wasn’t that what she wanted this whole time? To be noticed? To be able to get praise for something she had done? It was a nice change, from all of the negative that was in her mind and the disappointment that followed her.
She watched as the Lieutenant yanked at his Zanpakuto, that was trapped in the rubble she had caused. The sudden glaze of bloodlust was a little uncomfortable for her. A little frightening. But, before she could say a word, he had spoken again.
"Reign Triumphant, Eikogitsune!"
Suddenly dust from the rubble had risen, causing Himari to cover her eyes with her elbow. She didn’t want to think of what her captain would think of the training room being completely trashed, but since his brother was one of the causes of the destruction, she felt it was going to be okay.
Suddenly, a cry would leave her mouth, as the feeling of liquid would hit her shihakusho. She would glance at her should, suddenly noticing the smoke where the liquid hit, before a whole was created
Her eyes would widen.
”What is this? She thought quickly. ”Acid rain?”
She gasped again as she felt more of her shihakusho burn away from her skin, now uncovered and was getting hit by whatever his liquid was. The skin turned black.
She glared up, looking at the lieutenant. Was this his shikai’s power? It had to be. There was no way her zanpakuto could stop every effect of his shikai. But she had to do something, before she was burned to a crisp.
Suddenly she quickly placed her zan a away, before she pushed her palms to the ground. Her eyes were not leaving the Lieutenant before she screamed.
”Bakudo #21, Sekienton!”
And just like red smoke would leave her palms, completely engulfing the surroundings. It completely covered her. This allowed her to quickly get away from the Lieutenant, and enough so she was leaving to quickly shunpo herself close to the Lieutenant, literally above his head. Thanks to the smoke, he wouldn’t be able to sense her above him.
This allowed her to dive head first towards the Lieutenant, her fists out. If she was fast enough, she could successfully be able to perform Raioken, a form of Hakuda that was perfect for someone her small size, landing ultra-high-speed punches to the Lieutenant’s head. She would hope this would make him surprised, causing him to lose concentration of his shikai ability.

Travaling >>>>>>> To 12th

 

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He didn't think Himari quite understood where this sudden power was coming from, was it acid rain, really? No. It was the effects of Katsuo's Shikai. Himari did well to try and use the kido spell to mask herself, but Katsuo felt her presence above him… and she made the mistake of attacking without reading her opponent. He's done that before. He remembers his captain's test, and the invisible blade that belongs to Captain Kyomu Mukuro. His blade wasn't invisible, but… it did burn, and… Himari made the terrible mistake of trying to fist fight someone with blades. This… was going to hurt. But, through pain, and personal mistakes you learn.
Katsuo spun his heated blade like a helicopter propeller above him, and as Himari's fists made contact with it, her arms severed completely from her body. Katsuo would stop swinging them and backflip to keep her from being torn apart by the heated blade.
With a heavy heart Katsuo would do these things to teach himari some of the things he has learned at a much more harsh level. She wouldn't bleed out from her injuries, because the wounds would be burned shut from the blade cutting them. He was sorry, sorry he had to teach her a lesson in this way… but she needed to live. He couldn't lose her.. He didn't want to lose anyone he cared about again. Perhaps one day in time she would understand, just as Katsuo began understanding.