OmoniHageshī
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“I forfeit!”
“Ah…"
“You two are great warriors and exceptional healers. To be honest for me to put either one of you down for the count I’d need my Bankai and I’m not going to use something like that on my allies. Captain Nakamoto, keep that confidence, should time permit it we can have a duel of Kido during less troubling times. Same for you Captain Hageshi, should you wish to cross blades with me feel free to find me at Fifth Division.”
Captain Tenzen Oda had dropped everything then and there and had no intention of continueing with the second round of the games that he had rightfully secured a spot in. Captain Yu Nakamoto was going through a flurry of different emotions after the monk told it like it was. Excitement, disappointment and a twinge of resentment swept over the young leader all at once. Surely he wanted to test his merit against the best of the best enchanters, The King of Kido. The boy was himself, a practitioner of extraordinary talent pertaining to sorcery and was capable of holding such a title in his own right and mind but to have the chance to show it during an all out brawl in front of the whole of the soul society ripped away from him certainly must have smarted a little. Now he had to focus on the fact that his only remaining opponent standing between him and the coveted Kenpachi brand was his very own former subordinate, Omoni Hageshi.
Their dynamic had always been a peculiar one. She towered over Nakamoto but was generally subservient in every way albeit with a grouchy attitude and a bit of a stubborn streak although that never got in the way of her duties. At that time In the fourth division, jobs were few and far between considering the squad members had been expected to remain in the Seireitei for the foreseen future with heavy punishments going to those who dared defy this sacred status quo. Granted, Omoni was unlike any of the other medics and was regularly selected by the former captain commander to be sent on missions of the severest degree that resulted in her lengthy absences which often kept Captain and Vice-Captain from seeing one another for days to years at a time. It wouldn’t be any surprise that deciphering what exactly went on in that woman’s mind was next to impossible for him.
"No offense to you Captain Hageshi, but I have my bet on Captain Nakamoto coming out of your fight as the victor. See ya.”
"Don’t be disheartened…”
“At least now, without interference, we’ll finally be able to show everyone why…”
"... you were my subordinate for over a century.”
The captain of the eleventh division and the former Lieutenant of the fourth division had not always been a Shinigami. Like the majority of souls that ended up in the soul society after passing on from the land of the living, Omoni woke up in the barren scape of the dirtiest part of the Rukongai. From the moment that she opened her eyes, there was no fear in the heart of the medic who met all opposition with fearsome power and conquered every faction dispatched by their self proclaimed dictators by ruthlessly tearing them down from their thrones. Alongside the white death and longer after his exit, Hageshi ruled the Rukongai with an iron-fist. In comparison to the days of hardship since passed, Omoni’s agenda was favorable. Unlike those before her who had brutalized their people into submission with threats and acts of violence to secure their positions, Hageshi was chosen by her public like she were some kind of proverbial sheriff. To the weak, she was benevolent but to the strong she was critical and so long as she was in charge, life had gotten significantly better for the masses.
Inescapably, The Rukongai scum that generated such a fuss in the squalor was making waves. Hageshi’s actions were upsetting the intricate balance of authority and none were powerful enough to take her claim from her. In some cases, even seated shinigami that were ordered to quell her regime were sent back to where they came from. Eventually, someone arrived to see her and told her that he just wanted to talk. , He spoke of how strong she was but that what she was doing had disturbed the accord that he and his ilk shared. Shinigami sent the souls of humans to the soul society for the person died in the land of the living and this violent struggle for power among them was the next fork in the road on their paths. There were a great many threats in the world more deserving of her wrath than petty criminals. If things continued as they were, affairs were going to get hairy and soon. As noble as it was, she was doing more harm than good. Why not do more good than harm? Why not become a Shinigami? Obviously, he knew that although others saw the intimidating woman as a terrifying senseless monster, that wasn't was she was. She spoke to him of when she manifested. That she was set upon immediately and she continued to beat her and anyone else's attackers to a pulp from then on with no end in sight. From this she raised herself to believe that as long as she kept fighting, those around her might survive. Instead of worrying about her own hide, Omoni would throw herself into the way of others so long as the party she was protecting was weaker than their enemy. Since the day she woke and took in a breath of the air thick with blood she thought only of the fates of other people. Damn what tried to kill her in the quest to her goal to ensure the meek lived to see another day. Her very body, mutilated by repulsive scars from her neck to her toes, was a testament to the hits she’d taken in order to guard her people. The woman was all about keeping the Rukongai safe from those that wanted to hurt it and so it went without saying that this was her home and she would fight to the death to keep it safe.
It was well known about the 'Rapture of the Rukongai' that she possessed an unearthly amount of crushing spiritual power. It's intensity was so great when she was in the midst of conflict that she couldn’t help but let it out and cause immense damage to the environment in the process. Her control was still above average at this point but that was because of the nature that he knew her to be that would ensure she could hold back when she truly needed to.
Omoni Hageshi was a protector.
The judge offered Omoni a place with the Shinigami after undergoing the necessary process. This included going to school which she wasn’t thrilled about in the least. Much to the bummer of those who yearned for her failure, Omoni survived the educational obstacles in the Shino Acadamy although her token nickname 'Mindless Monster' lived on all throughout her career as the lieutenant of the eleventh division.
For a while she began to wonder if her way of doing things was making them want to be rid of her. There was no other acceptable reason for why they continued to cast her out into the world to fix stupid problems and fight weak hollows that might have obliterated a lesser agent. Without a doubt, the powers that be were biased against her success and hoped one day she was gonna lose her life on a particularly tough expedition. Her stubborn refusal to be the lost cause or fodder that the disapproving parties wanted to work to eradication, persisted. The suspected attempts of central forty six on her life by way of stacking perilous missions upon missions continued up until their untimely demise at the hands of the man who had vouched for her worth in the first place.
If you asked them before their deaths…that woman was a mistake, a liability...A MINDLESS MONSTER.
Until she met the kid.
Then it was just 'monster.'
All of a sudden, when that day came that so many people were anticipating with tremendous glee, the day that the beast would finally be put down. Yu saved her life and for that she was determined to dedicate the rest of her days to him and to the fourth division whom he so proudly led. Here was her best friend. Here was her cherished mentor and guardian. The kid had stopped Omoni from doing some really messed up stuff on more than one occasion in the past but he never judged her no matter what came of her reckless tendencies. Except for the fact that she was rather dull. They knew both of them were incredibly strong amongst their circle of peers as well as outside of it and so neither had ever had the need to challenge the other before but training matches with Yu were remembered fondly by the Titan.
However, after centuries of willfully hardheaded avoidance, Captaincy was thrust upon her because it was deemed required of her by the newly appointed highest powers and although that examination with the snake went no where, she still passed the test and had gone on to become the captain of the eleventh division.
Now she had responsibility. Now, she was running an entire division. THAT lumbering giant was placed in charge of the development of an entire military force by the current Captain Commander himself, Higen Kagayaki. After all, as far as he was concerned Omoni was the shield. Ever since he had known her she’d always been there for him as he quickly became one of her kindest and most endearing friends upon her entering the Seireitei that she shared her personal time with by fishing at their favorite spot for hours on end. He had all of his hopes for the future of the Seireitei etched onto her back and willed her to protect everything in ways and at times when he could not be there to do so himself. Although, the frequent demands that she be sent off to tend to strenuous missions throughout her tenure would keep them apart for years at a time. Regardless, It was still a fine day whenever they crossed each other’s path and may have even been coupled with a friendly spar or two at her behest.
Everything was different but it was also kind of the same. She had returned to the eleventh division to familiar faces and some not so much. Those that she didn’t know of knew who she was without needing an introduction and she wasted no time informing her pack of what she expected of them for which she was met with cheers and adoration, revered by those in her service. Familiar faces were greeted with her usual scowl or a grouchy comment. As the captain she spends most of her time alone unless she needs to attend to something someone said was important. In truth. the captain has been surrounded by all manner of people and would protect them with her life without knowing the first thing about them but she could not have been more alone. Some of the brightest times of her life were when she would get the chance to reach out and be social again with those few she held dear either with her voice or her fist. Most of the time though, she prefers to hang out by herself. As a leader, that’s been her go to. Her orders were needed and she gave them but besides that she was always off training or fishing without anyone's company since old man Kagayaki was too busy nowadays. Who’s to say why? By all accounts it didn’t make a lick of sense. The woman was as impatient as they came but sometimes she could sit in one place for months or years if Ueki would have allowed her to shirk her duties. It is said that music can soothe a savage beast but in her case, it was fishing. Then she'd go disappearing completely once she decided to move on to the next location not knowing where it was or how to get back home.
Omoni was, by all accounts, a woman who took outrageous risks. The steps she treads often lead her and those surrounding her into all manner of insanity and horrific damage. This is due to her tendency to destroy things intended to stop her but it's also because of an uncanny, rare and versatile ability to heal others as well as herself. The thought of losing her life has never even been a whisper of a subject in her mind. The woman’s faith in herself could not be shattered, bent or shaken but...if she had ever wanted to die...She would have wanted it to be at his hands.
“Alone, you don't stand a chance against me, Hageshi.”
Stood still with Namakizu in her clutches, Omoni had become entirely rigid with each hair on her head bristling and standing on end. She was slack jawwed and the only things on her person that were moving as Tenzen turned and had begun his trek away from the duo were her widened eyes. They flickered back and forth to Yu, to Tenzen, to Yu, to Tenzen. Back and forth and back and forth increasing in speed the longer they did.
'Huh?!'
The silver tongued captain had already uttered a number of words that would have induced rage in just about anyone had they been directed at them. He was attempting to goad the very reactive Omoni into throwing all caution to the wind and charging at him with all of her infuriated might. This would have been considered the act of someone with a death wish unless that someone was completely sure that they would not only be able to withstand the weight of her outrage but also take her down for the count. It was smart and it would ensure that she was too angry to watch for traps or small but vital happenings in the fight to come. He knew her, he knew that if he said what he had to her that she would be so enraged by it that she’d be virtually unable to function.
Unfortunately for him…
"HUH?!"
She hadn’t registered a single word of it.
No, Omoni Hageshi’s mind was haplessly stuck back on the very first thing that Tenzen had said. That he was giving up. It was such a shock to her that she hadn’t been able to move on with anything from that point forward. She was trapped in a loop hearing those words over and over again. He quits. He quits?! HE QUITS?! Signs of rage broiling from the deepest part of her soul started to show. Her left eye took on a familiar blue glow, the earth itself below their feet started to quiver in fear of the spiritual power welling up inside of Omoni and finally, it was as if the size of the woman herself grew alongside her rising temper. Yu knew Omoni in ways that no one else did or ever would but it seemed that he didn’t know her as well as he thought. She was loud, abrasive and perpetually angry but above all things the Captain of the eleventh division was ignorant. Very few words got through that thick skull of her’s since she had selective hearing so, games of the mental variety had no effect on her and in the best of cases, the matron sometimes heard nothing at all. Later on, when she least expected it, all of the trivial things that Tenzen had really said would come flooding back. Perhaps by way of tuning into the highlights of the battle after the fact or in the worst case she may never remember at all. Moreover, what didn't make its way onto Hageshi’s busted radar was the gradual but deliberate intensification of Yu’s hostile reiatsu. Nobody could tell that woman anything when her mind was set on something, she stuck to a homemade fantasy and perused it to the very end. The undulation of Nakamoto’s reiatsu was knocking on the door of an empty house.
"HE'S RUNNIN' AWAY?! THE HELL HE IS!!! ODA!!! YA' ROTTEN YELLA' BELLIED MAGIC MAN!!!!"
Vitriol spewed from the captain’s mouth with gusto. Every syllable that she barked commenced the cracking of the foundation below her feet as it was becoming hopeless for the ground to be able to endure the swelling of her destructive reiatsu for much longer. Screens that broadcasted the battle to the adoring public started to fizzle in and out from the interference brought on by her skyrocketing strength. Hageshi's reiatsu was as invigorating as it was overwhelmingly oppressive to those in it's vicinity. When she was flexing it as she had been, friend or foe were predestined to be called to arms. It's sensation had been described to be akin to the unwavering command of a chieftain ordering their soldiers to ready themselves to wage war. Any ounce of fear, apprehension or doubt was washed away by bathing in her inspiring spiritual power and replaced with a potent craving to fight their absolute best that'd been known to rival her own. Omoni was unaware of the influence her fighting spirit had over her adversaries but because of it's allure, she had always lived a life facing enemies predispositioned to give it their all as well as being backed by armies blessed with the same unwavering conviction their leader exuded.
'Not Again.'
Three times. THREE TIMES someone in a match against her had stepped down from the mantle and had left Omoni to stew in unbearable dissatisfaction. Yasu Yugure, Hiroka Ikari and now Tenzen Oda had all committed the same atrocity. How could they continue to pervert the law of fighting spirit?! THAT was what pissed her off. That they would dare to believe her stronger than them without pushing themselves to there very limit to find out! It was down right blasphemous but indisputably, that same law also stated that she had no choice but to obey it’s code and let her opponents pass on to the next journey of their life, unbeaten by her fist. It happened more times than she was comfortable with. Hageshi moves on despite the challenge, despite the danger.
Hang the title. This was war. This was war on all fronts. The only fight she’s ever wanted. The only person she’s truly wanted to face in a one on one fight was Captain Yu Nakamoto. The monk had been a bonus.
Now, she was plagued with a new sort of anxiety… what if the kid was right about to do the same thing?!
'NEVER AGAIN'
With this surge of nerves came an urgency to ensure that this incoming surrender was not allowed to pass. It was clear to her that she had to do something and fast. She had been too slow to stop the others from surrendering and that was enough. That was everything she needed to make a solemn decision that fateful moment.
NO ONE would EVER escape from her AGAIN.
The Oni Empress heeding its wielder’s call, set The sacred hill ablaze with a catastrophic amount of spiritual power. If the ground couldn’t sustain Omoni before then it could not now. It broke apart crushed out of existence leaving room only for the decimation of the hill and empty air. Its longitude and span would have forced the fairy to retreat to a safer distance or attempt to manage to throw up some manner of defense in order to stand against or advance on the excruciating heat and ruination brought on by the bestowment of Captain Omoni Hageshi’s Bankai. Her body had disappeared completely in the flames of blue but behind their shelter she was instantly encased in darkened armor from head to toe. Her mane of unruly brown hair flowed like a river at her back and with it, the remnants of her shredded haori that was no longer a coat identifying her distinction but instead it was a tattered banner that she would wear to war. There was a far less manic look to her gaze as orbs of pupil-less blue had sharpened to a pinpoint and were locked on target.
Namakizu’s club had altered into its final form, that of a great sword which she clung to with one clawed gauntlet. Debris and rubble were suspended in the fluctuation of her rapturous reiatsu but then this collapsed and when it did, the crusader charged through her curtain of fire blade at the ready at outrageous speeds, crossing the distance between her and the kid within a fraction of a second before he’d have been capable of taking evasive measures.
Nakamoto’s knowledge of this armor was fleeting unlike most of the current population. However, previous to the games it had been something of complete mystery to all but him and a select few. In an epic conflict against a spawn from hell, both she and he had fought valliantly and it was only once she unlocked this level of her Zanpakuto that the enemy was vanquished. Everything had been dangerous and chaotic and made documentation of precisely what happened or how it happened utterly impossible. All the press had to rely on were the words of the Shinigami that were involved in the incident and since he had flown off to provide aid in another city altogether, the press was all that Yu had been able to depend on. No detail about her Bankai had been revealed to the public or to her former captain before the commencement of the Kenpachi games.
Now everyone knew!
Everyone was aware of the mechanisms of Omoni’s Bankai because she’d used it in the first round against two of her competitors so they had seen as much on their televisions and in the designated stands streaming to the festivities. Everyone knew. Except for him. While Omoni had been locked in the throws of bombing and bloodshed, the young physician had been entangled in an epic struggle of his own. Neither of them the wiser of the occurrences of their respective encounters. There had been rumors that she had finally attained what had been elusive for over eight hundred years and the fact that she rapidly ascended to captaincy all but solidified this and now there was the proof’s stark crown attacking him with her free fist barreling into his dainty face. Portions of the doctor's skull would splinter and break beneath the awesome force of the cavalier's strike but there was more. Omoni continued her pursuit by latching ahold of the younger captain's cranium and throwing the sprite at breakneck speed into the ruptured earth as if he were akin to a hurdling comet. The underside of the raven's jaw was the only thing the kid could possibly see amidst the abruptly unsettled dust and debris.
All sentiment of the past had gone from Hageshi’s mind. The captain had clearly lost her patience but the truly shocking thing about it was how sudden her transformation was without warning or provocation. It was by way of her own false imaginings that warranted that sort of outrageous response. Alas, dancing around with the kid didn't tickle the titan's fancy. The elephantine captain was over all of the pleasantries and wanted nothing more than to drive the both of them into the nitty gritty thick of it. As usual, she was ready to rumble. The agonized cries of their foundation reduced to scattered ruin and the blood curdling shriek of their conflicting Reiryoku as the two monumental souls inevitably clashed shook the heavens. Destiny shined on them the day that they met and destiny shined on them now. This was the fight of their lives! the fight of all fights that would decide which of them was the strongest in all of the Seireitei.
The die was cast, the moment was nye and the legendary feud to decide whom among them was The Kenpachi had finally begun!
Inescapably, The Rukongai scum that generated such a fuss in the squalor was making waves. Hageshi’s actions were upsetting the intricate balance of authority and none were powerful enough to take her claim from her. In some cases, even seated shinigami that were ordered to quell her regime were sent back to where they came from. Eventually, someone arrived to see her and told her that he just wanted to talk. , He spoke of how strong she was but that what she was doing had disturbed the accord that he and his ilk shared. Shinigami sent the souls of humans to the soul society for the person died in the land of the living and this violent struggle for power among them was the next fork in the road on their paths. There were a great many threats in the world more deserving of her wrath than petty criminals. If things continued as they were, affairs were going to get hairy and soon. As noble as it was, she was doing more harm than good. Why not do more good than harm? Why not become a Shinigami? Obviously, he knew that although others saw the intimidating woman as a terrifying senseless monster, that wasn't was she was. She spoke to him of when she manifested. That she was set upon immediately and she continued to beat her and anyone else's attackers to a pulp from then on with no end in sight. From this she raised herself to believe that as long as she kept fighting, those around her might survive. Instead of worrying about her own hide, Omoni would throw herself into the way of others so long as the party she was protecting was weaker than their enemy. Since the day she woke and took in a breath of the air thick with blood she thought only of the fates of other people. Damn what tried to kill her in the quest to her goal to ensure the meek lived to see another day. Her very body, mutilated by repulsive scars from her neck to her toes, was a testament to the hits she’d taken in order to guard her people. The woman was all about keeping the Rukongai safe from those that wanted to hurt it and so it went without saying that this was her home and she would fight to the death to keep it safe.
It was well known about the 'Rapture of the Rukongai' that she possessed an unearthly amount of crushing spiritual power. It's intensity was so great when she was in the midst of conflict that she couldn’t help but let it out and cause immense damage to the environment in the process. Her control was still above average at this point but that was because of the nature that he knew her to be that would ensure she could hold back when she truly needed to.
Omoni Hageshi was a protector.
The judge offered Omoni a place with the Shinigami after undergoing the necessary process. This included going to school which she wasn’t thrilled about in the least. Much to the bummer of those who yearned for her failure, Omoni survived the educational obstacles in the Shino Acadamy although her token nickname 'Mindless Monster' lived on all throughout her career as the lieutenant of the eleventh division.
For a while she began to wonder if her way of doing things was making them want to be rid of her. There was no other acceptable reason for why they continued to cast her out into the world to fix stupid problems and fight weak hollows that might have obliterated a lesser agent. Without a doubt, the powers that be were biased against her success and hoped one day she was gonna lose her life on a particularly tough expedition. Her stubborn refusal to be the lost cause or fodder that the disapproving parties wanted to work to eradication, persisted. The suspected attempts of central forty six on her life by way of stacking perilous missions upon missions continued up until their untimely demise at the hands of the man who had vouched for her worth in the first place.
If you asked them before their deaths…that woman was a mistake, a liability...A MINDLESS MONSTER.
Until she met the kid.
Then it was just 'monster.'
All of a sudden, when that day came that so many people were anticipating with tremendous glee, the day that the beast would finally be put down. Yu saved her life and for that she was determined to dedicate the rest of her days to him and to the fourth division whom he so proudly led. Here was her best friend. Here was her cherished mentor and guardian. The kid had stopped Omoni from doing some really messed up stuff on more than one occasion in the past but he never judged her no matter what came of her reckless tendencies. Except for the fact that she was rather dull. They knew both of them were incredibly strong amongst their circle of peers as well as outside of it and so neither had ever had the need to challenge the other before but training matches with Yu were remembered fondly by the Titan.
However, after centuries of willfully hardheaded avoidance, Captaincy was thrust upon her because it was deemed required of her by the newly appointed highest powers and although that examination with the snake went no where, she still passed the test and had gone on to become the captain of the eleventh division.
Now she had responsibility. Now, she was running an entire division. THAT lumbering giant was placed in charge of the development of an entire military force by the current Captain Commander himself, Higen Kagayaki. After all, as far as he was concerned Omoni was the shield. Ever since he had known her she’d always been there for him as he quickly became one of her kindest and most endearing friends upon her entering the Seireitei that she shared her personal time with by fishing at their favorite spot for hours on end. He had all of his hopes for the future of the Seireitei etched onto her back and willed her to protect everything in ways and at times when he could not be there to do so himself. Although, the frequent demands that she be sent off to tend to strenuous missions throughout her tenure would keep them apart for years at a time. Regardless, It was still a fine day whenever they crossed each other’s path and may have even been coupled with a friendly spar or two at her behest.
Everything was different but it was also kind of the same. She had returned to the eleventh division to familiar faces and some not so much. Those that she didn’t know of knew who she was without needing an introduction and she wasted no time informing her pack of what she expected of them for which she was met with cheers and adoration, revered by those in her service. Familiar faces were greeted with her usual scowl or a grouchy comment. As the captain she spends most of her time alone unless she needs to attend to something someone said was important. In truth. the captain has been surrounded by all manner of people and would protect them with her life without knowing the first thing about them but she could not have been more alone. Some of the brightest times of her life were when she would get the chance to reach out and be social again with those few she held dear either with her voice or her fist. Most of the time though, she prefers to hang out by herself. As a leader, that’s been her go to. Her orders were needed and she gave them but besides that she was always off training or fishing without anyone's company since old man Kagayaki was too busy nowadays. Who’s to say why? By all accounts it didn’t make a lick of sense. The woman was as impatient as they came but sometimes she could sit in one place for months or years if Ueki would have allowed her to shirk her duties. It is said that music can soothe a savage beast but in her case, it was fishing. Then she'd go disappearing completely once she decided to move on to the next location not knowing where it was or how to get back home.
Omoni was, by all accounts, a woman who took outrageous risks. The steps she treads often lead her and those surrounding her into all manner of insanity and horrific damage. This is due to her tendency to destroy things intended to stop her but it's also because of an uncanny, rare and versatile ability to heal others as well as herself. The thought of losing her life has never even been a whisper of a subject in her mind. The woman’s faith in herself could not be shattered, bent or shaken but...if she had ever wanted to die...She would have wanted it to be at his hands.
“Alone, you don't stand a chance against me, Hageshi.”
Stood still with Namakizu in her clutches, Omoni had become entirely rigid with each hair on her head bristling and standing on end. She was slack jawwed and the only things on her person that were moving as Tenzen turned and had begun his trek away from the duo were her widened eyes. They flickered back and forth to Yu, to Tenzen, to Yu, to Tenzen. Back and forth and back and forth increasing in speed the longer they did.
'Huh?!'
The silver tongued captain had already uttered a number of words that would have induced rage in just about anyone had they been directed at them. He was attempting to goad the very reactive Omoni into throwing all caution to the wind and charging at him with all of her infuriated might. This would have been considered the act of someone with a death wish unless that someone was completely sure that they would not only be able to withstand the weight of her outrage but also take her down for the count. It was smart and it would ensure that she was too angry to watch for traps or small but vital happenings in the fight to come. He knew her, he knew that if he said what he had to her that she would be so enraged by it that she’d be virtually unable to function.
Unfortunately for him…
"HUH?!"
She hadn’t registered a single word of it.
No, Omoni Hageshi’s mind was haplessly stuck back on the very first thing that Tenzen had said. That he was giving up. It was such a shock to her that she hadn’t been able to move on with anything from that point forward. She was trapped in a loop hearing those words over and over again. He quits. He quits?! HE QUITS?! Signs of rage broiling from the deepest part of her soul started to show. Her left eye took on a familiar blue glow, the earth itself below their feet started to quiver in fear of the spiritual power welling up inside of Omoni and finally, it was as if the size of the woman herself grew alongside her rising temper. Yu knew Omoni in ways that no one else did or ever would but it seemed that he didn’t know her as well as he thought. She was loud, abrasive and perpetually angry but above all things the Captain of the eleventh division was ignorant. Very few words got through that thick skull of her’s since she had selective hearing so, games of the mental variety had no effect on her and in the best of cases, the matron sometimes heard nothing at all. Later on, when she least expected it, all of the trivial things that Tenzen had really said would come flooding back. Perhaps by way of tuning into the highlights of the battle after the fact or in the worst case she may never remember at all. Moreover, what didn't make its way onto Hageshi’s busted radar was the gradual but deliberate intensification of Yu’s hostile reiatsu. Nobody could tell that woman anything when her mind was set on something, she stuck to a homemade fantasy and perused it to the very end. The undulation of Nakamoto’s reiatsu was knocking on the door of an empty house.
"HE'S RUNNIN' AWAY?! THE HELL HE IS!!! ODA!!! YA' ROTTEN YELLA' BELLIED MAGIC MAN!!!!"
Vitriol spewed from the captain’s mouth with gusto. Every syllable that she barked commenced the cracking of the foundation below her feet as it was becoming hopeless for the ground to be able to endure the swelling of her destructive reiatsu for much longer. Screens that broadcasted the battle to the adoring public started to fizzle in and out from the interference brought on by her skyrocketing strength. Hageshi's reiatsu was as invigorating as it was overwhelmingly oppressive to those in it's vicinity. When she was flexing it as she had been, friend or foe were predestined to be called to arms. It's sensation had been described to be akin to the unwavering command of a chieftain ordering their soldiers to ready themselves to wage war. Any ounce of fear, apprehension or doubt was washed away by bathing in her inspiring spiritual power and replaced with a potent craving to fight their absolute best that'd been known to rival her own. Omoni was unaware of the influence her fighting spirit had over her adversaries but because of it's allure, she had always lived a life facing enemies predispositioned to give it their all as well as being backed by armies blessed with the same unwavering conviction their leader exuded.
'Not Again.'
Three times. THREE TIMES someone in a match against her had stepped down from the mantle and had left Omoni to stew in unbearable dissatisfaction. Yasu Yugure, Hiroka Ikari and now Tenzen Oda had all committed the same atrocity. How could they continue to pervert the law of fighting spirit?! THAT was what pissed her off. That they would dare to believe her stronger than them without pushing themselves to there very limit to find out! It was down right blasphemous but indisputably, that same law also stated that she had no choice but to obey it’s code and let her opponents pass on to the next journey of their life, unbeaten by her fist. It happened more times than she was comfortable with. Hageshi moves on despite the challenge, despite the danger.
Hang the title. This was war. This was war on all fronts. The only fight she’s ever wanted. The only person she’s truly wanted to face in a one on one fight was Captain Yu Nakamoto. The monk had been a bonus.
Now, she was plagued with a new sort of anxiety… what if the kid was right about to do the same thing?!
'NEVER AGAIN'
With this surge of nerves came an urgency to ensure that this incoming surrender was not allowed to pass. It was clear to her that she had to do something and fast. She had been too slow to stop the others from surrendering and that was enough. That was everything she needed to make a solemn decision that fateful moment.
NO ONE would EVER escape from her AGAIN.
The Oni Empress heeding its wielder’s call, set The sacred hill ablaze with a catastrophic amount of spiritual power. If the ground couldn’t sustain Omoni before then it could not now. It broke apart crushed out of existence leaving room only for the decimation of the hill and empty air. Its longitude and span would have forced the fairy to retreat to a safer distance or attempt to manage to throw up some manner of defense in order to stand against or advance on the excruciating heat and ruination brought on by the bestowment of Captain Omoni Hageshi’s Bankai. Her body had disappeared completely in the flames of blue but behind their shelter she was instantly encased in darkened armor from head to toe. Her mane of unruly brown hair flowed like a river at her back and with it, the remnants of her shredded haori that was no longer a coat identifying her distinction but instead it was a tattered banner that she would wear to war. There was a far less manic look to her gaze as orbs of pupil-less blue had sharpened to a pinpoint and were locked on target.
Namakizu’s club had altered into its final form, that of a great sword which she clung to with one clawed gauntlet. Debris and rubble were suspended in the fluctuation of her rapturous reiatsu but then this collapsed and when it did, the crusader charged through her curtain of fire blade at the ready at outrageous speeds, crossing the distance between her and the kid within a fraction of a second before he’d have been capable of taking evasive measures.
Nakamoto’s knowledge of this armor was fleeting unlike most of the current population. However, previous to the games it had been something of complete mystery to all but him and a select few. In an epic conflict against a spawn from hell, both she and he had fought valliantly and it was only once she unlocked this level of her Zanpakuto that the enemy was vanquished. Everything had been dangerous and chaotic and made documentation of precisely what happened or how it happened utterly impossible. All the press had to rely on were the words of the Shinigami that were involved in the incident and since he had flown off to provide aid in another city altogether, the press was all that Yu had been able to depend on. No detail about her Bankai had been revealed to the public or to her former captain before the commencement of the Kenpachi games.
Now everyone knew!
Everyone was aware of the mechanisms of Omoni’s Bankai because she’d used it in the first round against two of her competitors so they had seen as much on their televisions and in the designated stands streaming to the festivities. Everyone knew. Except for him. While Omoni had been locked in the throws of bombing and bloodshed, the young physician had been entangled in an epic struggle of his own. Neither of them the wiser of the occurrences of their respective encounters. There had been rumors that she had finally attained what had been elusive for over eight hundred years and the fact that she rapidly ascended to captaincy all but solidified this and now there was the proof’s stark crown attacking him with her free fist barreling into his dainty face. Portions of the doctor's skull would splinter and break beneath the awesome force of the cavalier's strike but there was more. Omoni continued her pursuit by latching ahold of the younger captain's cranium and throwing the sprite at breakneck speed into the ruptured earth as if he were akin to a hurdling comet. The underside of the raven's jaw was the only thing the kid could possibly see amidst the abruptly unsettled dust and debris.
All sentiment of the past had gone from Hageshi’s mind. The captain had clearly lost her patience but the truly shocking thing about it was how sudden her transformation was without warning or provocation. It was by way of her own false imaginings that warranted that sort of outrageous response. Alas, dancing around with the kid didn't tickle the titan's fancy. The elephantine captain was over all of the pleasantries and wanted nothing more than to drive the both of them into the nitty gritty thick of it. As usual, she was ready to rumble. The agonized cries of their foundation reduced to scattered ruin and the blood curdling shriek of their conflicting Reiryoku as the two monumental souls inevitably clashed shook the heavens. Destiny shined on them the day that they met and destiny shined on them now. This was the fight of their lives! the fight of all fights that would decide which of them was the strongest in all of the Seireitei.
The die was cast, the moment was nye and the legendary feud to decide whom among them was The Kenpachi had finally begun!
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