An unexpected absence of Omoni Hageshi’s violent reiatsu is granted; The moment of reprieve Yū Nakamoto had begged for, finally granted. And just like that… it is immediately taken away from him, replaced by grave misfortune. In quiet comfort, the Fairy’s Bankai is liberated, his reiatsu pouring outwards as his potent signature spreads for miles past Sokyoku Hill. Yet, in turn inexpressible agony suddenly befalls him.
While nothing physically seems to hit the boy, the audiences watching from the comfort of the Rukongai unite in a climactic cacophony of gasps and shrieks as they witness the sudden downfall of the Kido Prince. In succession, his flesh suddenly becomes littered with bluish-red bruises, spread haphazardly throughout his legs, his waist, his torso, and most perceptible to all, his face. Then comes the simultaneous splintering of a sizable portion of his bones audible with a resounding
CRACK, dropping him to his knees without delay. Yet most discernible to all watching is the dramatic burst of crimson fluid that sprouts from his back, eclipsing the grand luminance of his wings with their immediate dissipation and the concurrent outburst from his bruised lips as a result of several cracked ribs.
Nothing else is registered in the Captain’s mind; The worries that linger in his mind of the unknown chaos that ravage Karakura Town and Naruki City are instantly wiped, his concern for the overwhelming labor that devours his fellow Shinigami in the relief station vanishing with equal urgency. Yū Nakamoto’s mind comes to a staggering blank, not a single thought is formulated, not even physically acknowledging the resounding pressure his entire body undergoes and then the sudden loss of feeling he experiences from his waist downwards. All he had known in the past few years was pain, both in regards to ridding patients of their own as well as experiencing it first-hand, having only been reduced to ribbons in the same day with his prior bout. Is this what causes the proud Captain to collapse onto his knees, forcing his mind to a haunting blank?
No— this sudden mental vacancy isn't due to what one would obviously assume to be the physical suffering that surely overwhelms... no... it was of his vast awe. His expression hardly shifts; While one would succumb to the unforeseen pain, displaying a contorted face ripe with transcendental distress and a thundering scream for help, the Fairy's mouth hangs agape only slightly, his eyes widening both to what he observes before him and as he understands what has already passed.
Finally, Yū comes to the grave realization. Finally his knowledge of the ultimate power of Namakizu meets with those who have been watching Omoni’s contests all along... all from the start.
‘Wh-what… is this…’’
“BOUT’ TIME!”
… her devilish voice cries from above. While his torso suffers the brunt of the blunt damage that his frame bears, his physical fortitude is put to the test with his own ability formulated as the very reason that body is repeatedly bludgeoned in this moment. His muscles are undoubtedly bruised, this sharp ache radiating from the shredded fibers that encapsulate his bones yet they alone still remain intact. Fractures line the bones in his shoulders and forearms, but still, their form holds strong, not snapping like twigs as one would expect from such a slender individual. This is further proven with his lower half; Albeit he is unable to feel much, if anything from the waist down, in his legs hold strong against the invisible assault, his muscular physique remaining firm to protect his skeletal framework. While his latter assault was still devastating on its own- a spell cast to manipulate the surrounding debris in order to deal blunt trauma, at the end of the day... they were still rocks. Yet the same cannot be said for the effects of the manifested Zangerin, glistening energy that radiated from his fingertips and soon fashioned into dual arcs of carnage.
His neck strains upward to perceive the woman’s charge, her claw extended to grab ahold of her wounded adversary. Now he experiences the same sight many of her past opponents would have described as their final moments; In her glory, Omoni lunges from above, an azure wildfire following suit- the visual representation of her overbearing reiatsu. In every sense she was a monster, through and through.
But, it is now that the fact that this battle has not been turned entirely in Omoni’s favor is revealed; It is now that the transformation that has befallen her as well is made known to both parties, her armored claw instead replaced with her bare hand. Despite the physical trauma that had been acted on before the Fairy could release his Bankai, the same could not be said for the following charge she had performed with the visceral intention of ripping him apart, limb for limb. If the Captain's assault prior wasn’t strong enough to fully rid her of her armor, surely her
own power, her brutal resolve to do the same unto Yū, would be more than sufficient to take care of the rest. Before her feet even leave the beaten ground that she uses to propel herself upwards in order to crash into, she is suddenly stripped of the gleaming defense that envelops the entirety of her limbs that she seeks to rid from Yū.
Yet this most likely is still not enough to stop the monstrous matron, her impulses taking charge to set herself upon the boy. Upon her landing, the devastation she sets onto the boy’s limbs is already paid for with the absent armor around her arms and legs; Yet every urge she had felt thereafter would continuously appear initially onto the woman herself, stripping her chest of any armor and bludgeoning her own body even further if she had repeatedly sought to strike him while he laid bare. To the untrained eye, in the midst of all of the flame and chaos, It would appear as if she was truly fighting a viable entity in the form of the Fairy, unaware that the same forceful strikes she would hastily aim to brutalize him with would originally be inflicted onto her own person.
There is no misunderstanding of who it is they are expected to urgently tend to; As the remaining 4th Division Shinigami that monitor the medical camp for the tournament mobilize to retrieve their defeated Captain, the assumed end of Omoni’s assault comes, either before she undergoes any additional damage on her own behalf, or much afterwards, after the dust finally clears to a barely conscious Yū Nakamoto, much to everyone's surprise. The fearsome Battle of the Bankai is abruptly finished, just as swiftly as it had begun.
“I…’’
... he struggles to utter, as the pool of red that encircles him slowly spreads outwards. Regardless, the match in Yū's eyes is short-lived, having spent the very brief time during the concurrent waves of torment theorizing on Namakizu's power. Who knew in the 153 years they had known each other... that their zanpakutо̄'s final ability would, in essence, perform so similarly yet of course hers... would end up being specifically much more lethal against his own. Of course it had to be her... of course it had to be now...
Silence befalls the entirety of the Rukongai; Those watching, ignorant, unaware of everything save for what appears on the giant screen that their eyes remained glued to, lean in even closer to the horrifying sight. The matron towers over the crippled Fairy, no doubt even further empowered in the bloodshed, invigorated at the sight of the carnage. '
'There truly is no one who can stop her... — the thought that runs through everyone's mind whose focus still lingers, transfixed on the sight of the giant. The pair's all-too-brief encounter, having drastically escalated after the woman's first charge forth, is now brought to an unexpectedly, sudden end. How quick the prince was dethroned... was the difference in their skills that vast?
"He should've given up like the monk..." one soul utters, his elderly tone lost in the sea of whispers of spectators. Yet that... is exactly what Captain Nakamoto does. After witnessing Omoni Hageshi's Bankai head-on, Yū, as well as the rest in attendance, come to the mutual understanding that he stands no chance as even his furthest reserves would not be enough to fight on- at least not in his current state upon discovering her coveted secret only fleeting moments too late. Perhaps in another cycle he would reign as the strongest Shinigami, but in this life... despite being so close to the Kenpachi title... and having fallen just mere inches short... all Yū Nakamoto can do is...
“... surrender.’’
