[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northwest Seireitei

[Shinigami]

If Jinno's Shikai punctured the hole and the boy there or not was irrelevant, Jinnosuke could sense the kid forming behind him some distance. The position Jinnosuke was in could be disadvantageous to the regular swordsman; however, Jinnosuke, simply with a single hand as the bindings known as the Tendoriru o Tanoshimu formed around him. Slashed downward in a fluid motion that made the length of the massive chain sweep around him fluidly. The bindings would split as Jinno moved out of this current position and explosions filled the air. Due to Jinnosuke's sheer strength or another effect unknown to Hiroka would be for the kid to figure out.
The explosions were impressive and hot, but not nearly as hot as the gates of hell the Togabito opened. Hiroka's reiatsu was terrific but not as remarkable as the hulking weight of Jinnos own, Bankai. Hiroka's weight and pressure were not as impressive as the ocean of soul king's blood that washed over the man known as Jinnosuke not a hundred years ago, In which it goes unsaid or unthanked that he saved their now Captains life that day. The training and breaking Jinnosuke had to go through to forge himself into what he now was and will be more than a simple batch of training lessons hidden away in the seireitei.
The chain would follow Jinno, sweeping around the explosions and within a breath of the words he uttered. Jinnosuke was at Hiroka. Jinnosuke constantly played in fights, but with his actual speed and maneuverability with his mastery of skills. Senka (閃花, Flash Blossom) Simeltaniously from Hiroka's throat and spine he would feel as if Jinnosuke's hand gouged them out. The chain following Jinnosuke was now cradling Hiroka and his sword. With a simple and lightning-fast gesture, the chain snaps down around the pair of them, shattering Hiroka's Zanpakuto and constricting Hiroka between Jinnosuke and his massive blade, slicing into Jinnosuke's chest and Hirokas throat at the same time. With nothing but the blood gushing from Hiroka's body, Jinnosuke would press through until finally slowing to allow the boy his life.
" You all puff your chests out like you're these badasses, but I doubt you could gut a hollow, let alone a Togabito, let alone ME! None of you are worth my time. I'm goin' to my room and taking a nap. Unless you wish to press the issue, have fun cleaning this mess up. "
Jinnosuke would allow the chains to loosen and then Shunpo back down to the barracks, where he would casually walk through as if nothing had happened. A fraction of his true power showing itself today, Jinno would leave Hiroka wondering why this happened and tend to his wounds. Whoever wished to discuss what happened today could bother Jinno during this nap, but they better be ready for a fight.

 

[Shinigami]

The Shinratsuihō
Jinnosuke had not been felled by the first detonation, a fact that brought a smirk to Hiroka's face. He did not believe that it'd do so but instead would lay a trap that his opponent walked right into. Ikarihime's infernal breath still clung to the body of the pompadour bearing male, wearing at his flesh albeit not as potently as the burst and fallout that had occurred before. The point of this heated embrace was not to instill burns but to follow-up to Jinnosuke's inevitable advancement. Although his own spiritual power had been restricted by his Yūgure no Hiru (夕暮れのヒル, Dusk Leech) holding back his destructive Reiatsu, it did not diminish the baseline power of his Zanpakuto enough to allow for the average tactics to slip through his preplanned defenses.
The advancement of the former Lieutenant came with fair warning for the Ikari. His own Shunpo had been executed to continue his stride backwards as his remaining length of his Tendoriru o Tanoshimu unraveled from his arm. It's length took course to intercept Jinnosuke, though not with the intent to restrict, it'd be fruitless against his Shikai. Instead it carried a thorough lacing of the heat that had built up on Hiroka after his first blast. The specially made steel fibers that comprised the flying wrappings had begun to gain a silver shimmer that mirrored what had previously enveloped Ikarihime. With a flash of incredibly blinding light, the bindings took flame, engulfing the path between Hiroka and his opponent in flames and smoke. These came with a presence that contained twice as much of the effectiveness of the first explosion, not only impeding the other male's path but meeting him with a burst that rumbled the earth below for a great distance.
In that blast's wake came another one that met the green-haired man but from the location of the origin explosion. Hiroka had drawn the hazardous clouds from before towards him, as if to allow for Ikarihime to feast upon them, but instead simply ceasing their progression right behind Jinnosuke. As they completed their pathing they too took flame, echoing their previous outburst utilizing their own torrid air as a source. Hiroka's opposition had now been sandwiched between an inferno that kept on giving.
The tanned shinigami continued pathing away as more of his emissions swelled within his soul slayer. His spare hand grasping within the breast of his attire and stripping himself of his limiter, awakening the full force of his spiritual power. His Reiatsu flared and took hold across the entirety of the barracks, ultimately scaling the temperature of the area by the moment. Leaves closest to the epicenter began to take light and those that spectated across the chasm could feel their skin began to heat up tremendously. Hiroka had no intention of prolonging the exposure to the area for it'd be truly detrimental to the location along with those that reside within it. His restrictions he places upon himself were not to hold himself back for his own enjoyment but instead to not bring harm to those around him. The very release of this overflowing Reiatsu could kill those who drew too near. He would not allow this liberation to last for more than a moment. His goal was clear, he was out for the definitive end to the current conflict. Not only did Jinnosuke's mindset bring forth anger within him but it could be a true detriment to the Division as a whole. Conceit was an agent of death.
As his power scaled, so did that of his weapon as she basked in his master's unsurpassed rage. Their true nature, their true intent surfaced. If this opponent wanted a swift resolution, he'd certainly receive one, but likely not the one he expected. It was time for the activation of his Shinratsuihō once more, something that had to be contained to this moment. Jinnosuke still was held tightly by the will of the Wrath Princess, his body caressed by the very feedback of her primary ability. What would come was unlike anything that came from the last few assaults. What came was a power that could render those in opposition with the Burst Prince to ash. This man was not just an opposition but an obstacle. He always was, but the time was never right. Not even now. He pressed together his teeth knowing full well that he could remove this man from the Seireitei with this next attack, especially without him taking the fight seriously, but his execution would only land him in prison or worse. There would come a time. And Jinnosuke would likely create it for himself.
This one time, he'd display an act of mercy against his Lieutenant. The air around the Ueku sparked to life with a brilliant silver glow as all of the lingering smoke funneled around him about two meters out from his figure. And in a flash came an eruption several times more deadly than the last. Yet the blaze did not meet with his body, instead forming a towering pillar that fed on the very air around and inside of it. The outward shockwave collapsing neighboring walls and throwing the lingering Shinigami that observed from where they stood, forcing them out from the improvised arena. Internally the sheer pressure of it acted as one measure to keep him contained, let alone the wall of fire that circled completely around him. An attempt to even touch this barrier would incinerate even he who had the confidence to go against such an ability without concern for himself. This pillar could have been a coffin, one that left no trace, but instead contained him for but that moment. The ground beneath had crumbled under the weight of its presence, starting to melt it into a molten mess.
Hiroka perched himself on top of a building that he felt had maintained integrity enough for such an action. His eyes locked upon the spiraling inferno. His right arm raised and swiped outward to his side as the jail's form broke and dispersed, vanishing as if it never happened to begin with. The only evidence of it was that which it had done to the environment around it. The Burst Prince reverted the form of his Zanpakuto and returned it to its sheath, staring down the man with disappointment in his eyes. One born from his opponent's demeanor, as well as that he had to let him live. His ultimate restraints was not the Yūgure no Hiru, but instead the very rules of the organization he worked for.
"Cross me again Lieutenant Ueku and you'll be nothing by a name."
He spoke just loud enough for the man to hear him. It was now four notable opponents that had slipped through his hands. He simply told himself the time would come. The only way he could keep himself from making a mistake he may not be able to come back from. Hiroka returned his seal to where he had rested previously just before his figure vanished from where it stood. The influence of his Reiatsu still hung around the barracks, working its way to a resolution as time passed. Despite it not being his intent, its remaining existence acted as an unspoken warning to those that dared to obstruct him.

 

[Shinigami]

護廷十三隊
Two Weeks Later

 

[Shinigami]

The last two weeks had been filled with nothing but disgruntlement for the Captain. For hours and days she found herself pacing the confines of her quarters toiling over an unfamiliar dilemma. For as long as she could remember she had never been expected to do much more than to demolish her enemies and any obstacle in her path. That had been her way of life since the moment she opened her eyes in the outskirts of the Rukongai to her last days bearing the title of Vice-Captain. There had been reasons that Omoni refused to take the Captaincy test when she had been approached before. Something about being able to galavant around with reckless abandon and nothing to worry about except who would clean up her mess sat superbly well with Hageshi and oftentimes what came with leadership was restraint. The ability to see through their own emotions and arbitrate what was right as well as her lack of confidence in herself to dispense such sensibility discouraged her from attempting to attain that place of prestige. Now, as she looked into one of the many mirrors covering each wall of her dojo and saw herself dressed in the eleventh’s Haori she wondered what had changed? What about her had been altered that she felt she could finally fill the shoes of her Captain that she had lost so many years before? An event she still blamed herself for, a tragedy she still believed could have been avoided if only she had been faster.
BANG
Her fist hit the great mahogany desk but it did not shatter upon impact. A far cry from the happenings when a previous table which had been fashioned by the educator Honoka had been in the same spot. No. This was not who she was any longer. Wallowing in the secretion of fantasized mediocrity would not be a habit of her’s from this day forward having been endowed by the noble captain commander with much more than a rank. The old man had always seen potential in her that she refused to see in herself but there could be no more hiding from the truth. This was that Omoni was more than capable of taking control of what was entrusted to her. That being the total resurgence of the eleventh division’s forces and to mold them into something the likes of which the Seireitei had never seen. It was clear to her now that this was her purpose, this was her duty and this would be what would drive the woman through every adversary sent to stop her. An impossible task for those unfortunate enough to be sent to.
“ Dunno if ya’ should be so optimistic! KEKEKEKE! After all...ya’ only here cause’a me. Without me, what are ya’? KEKEKEKE! I’ll tell ya’ you’re NOTHIN! NADA! Z--”
“ ENOUGH.”
Namakizu’s toothy grin remained as she took in the sight of Hageshi throwing her hand into the air. A gesture to go with her surprising command. Surprising because for all of the times the Oni Empress taunted her wielder, Omoni had not once cried out for her to stop. In most cases she’d be ignored or at the most would receive a disapproving growl but for the woman to acknowledge Namakizu’s pestering...now that startled the giant goon to silence. Whether Omoni had not responded thus far because she did not want to deal with the repercussions of challenging her Zanpakuto or that she truly did not care and was complacent suffering from the mental anguish in quiet was not clear. However, what wasclear was that Omoni Hageshi had grown.
“ There’s no time for this anymore. “
It was a simple sentence but Namakizu knew it meant more than she let on. Was it possible? Was it so? Had she decided that there was more to this life than pulverizing things? Even more than that...had she realized that they each served a higher purpose. That they needed each other? As far as she knew Omoni considered Namakizu another opponent. They’d never been partners a day in their lives together, only rivals whoms strength when clashing leaked out and produced the results Hageshi got. From day one they opposed one another. Was this the time that Omoni and Namakizu truly joined forces? The great Oni shivered in anticipation.

“ Sure, sure...KEKEKEKE…”
This revelation was lost to Omoni whose brain was aching from the exhaustion of having been struggling with such deep thoughts for so long. It was highly uncharacteristic of the routinely oblivious Captain but it showed that there was capacity for growth as someone as old and stuck in her ways as Hageshi was. Suddenly, the doors to her chambers swung open revealing a husky shinigami who bowed at the sight of her. With his eyes focused on the floorboards he exclaimed his reason for being there although she already knew it.
“ Everyone’s gathered in the courtyard, Captain! They’re waitin’ for your arrival!”
“ How about Ueku?”
“ I didn’t see him, Ma’am.”
“ TCH.”
Typical. It stood to reason when taking into account what a hot head the pompadour tended to be, that he was still upset by her act of demoteing him. Now that enough time had passed and she had reveled in her actions, it occurred to her that the right she’d intended to wrong had been a wrong itself. It was something that she was moved to resolve but would Jinnosuke attend the conference she’d stationed and benefit from the Hag’s cleared head? Only time would tell. Unable to stand being cooped up for much longer, Omoni burst out of the establishment with the same Soul Reaper in tow trying to match her pace as she stomped toward quite the massive crowd. They had been loudly conversing amongst one another as to the purpose of such an impromptu meeting devised by their new leader. In accordance with the summons she’d had sent out, every division member was required to be in attendance. There was much to be said to those she ruled over as she had been made well aware of the storm that was to come. It was evident that changes needed to be made and now as she took her place before them all, she had come to her conclusions, made her decisions and would share them with her subjects.
“ Listen up! I aint’ too good at speeches but here it goes! I’m sure all a’ ya’ know that the Kenpachi games are just around the corner! It’s the time n’ place to decide who the strongest of the strongest are n’ I know most a’ ya’ are gonna jump right in! That’s fine with me, I wish ya’ all the best n’ may the best fighter win! If ya’ wanna sign up then do so with the forms ya’ been provided.”
They cheered in response to Omoni bringing up the commencement of the tournament. Some announced they were indeed going to throw themselves into the ring to claim that coveted title but by the look on Omoni’s grouchy face it was clear she had a lot more to say than just to rally fighters for the event. The shouts settled down into a soft murmur and then silence. Omoni took a breath in through her nose preparing herself for what would be both controversial but imperative none the less.
“ Havin’ said that...it’s important that ya’ know that there’s gonna be some changes ‘round here. Dark times are comin’, times that are gonna be needin’ a complete one eighty on all a’ our parts. This day marks the day that we stop bein’ the dumb savage brutes everyone thinks we are! There aint’ room for that any more! Here on out there’s gonna be order! There’s gonna’ be tact! We’re the best weapons the Soul Societies got to face what’s gonna be some of the most heinous threats to have ever reared their ugly mugs our way!”
The silence became mutterings shared amongst the audience. What the heck was the Captain saying? Nothing but fighting mattered! Getting stronger, that was what they needed to focus on! To them, none of what she was saying made sense and especially that it was coming from her. Quite possibly the most haphazardly violent of them all, her announcement was confusing them. With confusion came frustration and with frustration came outrage. Opposition was something that Omoni was prepared to face when she determined that she needed to establish her objective. A stern stare was all it took to quiet the ruckus long enough for her to continue the agenda.
In the trenches of the meeting she’d been sequestered for, she had been sanctioned with the responsibility to foster what would be “ The most pristine fighting force the Gotei 13 has seen in one-thousand years.” Her division was to be feared again, envied again; He would have it no other way and she thoroughly felt the same. The Commander had given her full permission and control over actions that would otherwise be shunned upon in order to complete this task. The whole of the Seireitei’s military rested in her hands. The way that things were now and had been would not be enough to see such a vision to fruition. There was one thing above all others that she felt was missing with all of her heart that could begin to promote it and that was unity. Unity had to thrive within them all. Every single Shinigami needed to cease being an aimless individual and instead transformed into a soldier. A soldier that would make up the finest army to have ever existed and one that would continue to persist even after her own death. For this to progress, there could be no discord amongst the ranks and it for this reason that she would make her next shocking declaration.
“ Startin’ now, Jinnosuke Ueku’s been reinstated as Lieutenant of the eleventh division ta’ serve alongside with Nibui Ueki. They’ll both be my right n’ left hand n’ I ain’t hearin’ another thing about it!”
Gasps lifted above a chorus of voices which rose in response to Omoni’s notice. Honestly, they hadn’t quite understood why he’d been demoted in the first place. Some had initially disagreed with it altogether and expressed satisfied relief even if it was sort of taboo to assign two Lieutenants to the same division. This had certainly shaken up the crowd which she searched with her cerulean hues for the man in question. Whether he had joined them or not he’d find out sooner or later about his renewal. The news would not have been a secret kept from her current Vice-Captain either who should have been standing by her side as the two had spoken on the matter weeks beforehand.
“ We ain’t gonna be hapless fools clashin’ swords together to get our rocks off anymore! This day forward, each n’ every single one a’ ya’ are soldiers! Ya’ gonna fall in when you’re told, ya’ gonna train together n’ help each other grow! If one a’ ya’ dies then another takes ya’ place and so on’ n’ so forth! We gotta’ higher callin’ now. There ain’t room for squabblin’ between us! Everythin’ we do is for one another so that the only thing ya’ truly fight to destroy is everyone a’ our Soul King forsaken’ ENEMIES!”

The uproar from the congregation exploded with such force that it threatened to disturb neighboring districts. It was a mixture of joy, courage and excitement. Turns out, they had been craving something in unison for some time now. It was a desire for direction and this was what Captain Omoni Hageshi had given them.
After the horde began to disperse, Captain Hageshi spoke up once again. This time, indicating that she required the attention of the fourth and third seated officer as well as the freshly redeemed Lieutenant assuming he had even bothered to attend.
“ I need ta’ speak ta’ Hiroka Ikari, Shoumetsu Takahiro n’ Lieutenant Ueku. Get over here.”

 

[Shinigami]

A New Dawn
An assembly was on the agenda for the Eleventh. One with a full attendance. It was the first day for the newly appointed Captain to make a speech, one that would define her vision for where the division would go. Many had the idea that nothing would change, that she was just another leader to perpetuate the same structure it has always had, but they'd be wrong. Interpersonal squabbles, simple brute tactics, and haphazard behavior was going to be off the table. A new day was here, one that would likely change not simply the Eleventh, but the entirety of the Seireitei. This was a rebirth.
Hiroka arrived at the location of the gathering point with a promptness, valuing punctuality as much as his own personal gains. There had been others who were already waiting eagerly for the word of their new leader, while others had yet to make their appearance. He had surveyed each person that lingered around the open space, taking note of those who had made an effort to arrive prior to their Captain's arrival. For him that was a commendable gesture, for them to not be caught up in whatever irrelevant matters when their was something of importance to be attended to. He managed to park himself where he thought was near the front, continuing to observe as others made their way there. Where some took longer than others, the sheer curiosity and excitement put a real pep in their step. Banter spread among the Eleventh in speculation to what would be said but died down as she made her appearance. The Fourth Seat stood with arms crossed averting his gaze from those around him and instead locking onto the woman who was dressed with a pristine white haori.
“ Listen up! I aint’ too good at speeches but here it goes! I’m sure all a’ ya’ know that the Kenpachi games are just around the corner! It’s the time n’ place to decide who the strongest of the strongest are n’ I know most a’ ya’ are gonna jump right in! That’s fine with me, I wish ya’ all the best n’ may the best fighter win! If ya’ wanna sign up then do so with the forms ya’ been provided.”
Her words sparked life among the Shinigami in the form of unified cheers and elated banter, something that was not reciprocated by the Burst Prince. The title Kenpachi meant so much to the members of this division, it has a history that is forever etched into the Gotei 13. Hiroka was not apathetic to her words but preferred to keep himself contained even if a potent itch had crept in from the opportunity. He awaited the ruckus to die down to hear what the Captain had to add.
“ Havin’ said that...it’s important that ya’ know that there’s gonna be some changes ‘round here. Dark times are comin’, times that are gonna be needin’ a complete one eighty on all a’ our parts. This day marks the day that we stop bein’ the dumb savage brutes everyone thinks we are! There aint’ room for that any more! Here on out there’s gonna be order! There’s gonna’ be tact! We’re the best weapons the Soul Societies got to face what’s gonna be some of the most heinous threats to have ever reared their ugly mugs our way!”
Order.
The Eleventh knew no such word. It was evident by the reaction that single term brought. Here the warriors of the Eleventh were, questioning the very sanity of the woman who now held the reigns. It was as if she had just threatened their very livelihood to break from what had been etched into the division for centuries. The desire from their superior did not hit Hiroka with the same sentiment. Order. That had a pleasant ring to his ears. A concern that often clung to his mind was the careless nature his peers had. Self preservation was not a common desire among anyone here. They'd rather be seen as some fearless individual than live to support the objectives of the organization they are aligned with. Their deaths may create a momentary point of discussion but for what? To fade into obscurity in a matter of weeks. Another number that died because of their own stupidity. Hiroka could not help but to wear a grin at this new regime. It was absolute music to his ears. The transition would not impede his goals in the slightest. Instead it very well may give it a further push.
“ Startin’ now, Jinnosuke Ueku’s been reinstated as Lieutenant of the eleventh division ta’ serve alongside with Nibui Ueki. They’ll both be my right n’ left hand n’ I ain’t hearin’ another thing about it!””
Two Lieutenants? This day was certainly something notable. A joint role such as that would likely increase the productivity and allow more widespread command in situations that called for it. Not to mention it would take some additional weight from the Captain's shoulders.
“ We ain’t gonna be hapless fools clashin’ swords together to get our rocks off anymore! This day forward, each n’ every single one a’ ya’ are soldiers! Ya’ gonna fall in when you’re told, ya’ gonna train together n’ help each other grow! If one a’ ya’ dies then another takes ya’ place and so on’ n’ so forth! We gotta’ higher callin’ now. There ain’t room for squabblin’ between us! Everythin’ we do is for one another so that the only thing ya’ truly fight to destroy is everyone a’ our Soul King forsaken’ ENEMIES!”
A focus. The removal of ceaseless clashes and redirecting any aggression towards the enemy. That order would likely take a bit to truly set in with the members given how deeply brawls seeped into their blood. But it'd happen. Whether it was a quick transition for some or it required some hounding from the seated officers above them, it'd happen. Surprisingly enough the speech that contained nothing but a metamorphic intent had put a fire in everyone's stomach. The energy that broke through the uncertainty was a testament to Captain Hageshi's resolve. Her drive kept that smirk engraved on the Ikari's face and even provoke a subtle gesture of clapping during the unified hurrah. Eventually they were dismissed and the Shinigami began to leave the area and return to whatever duties they had to do. Hiroka had remained with the intent to get a further feel for this enigmatic woman.
“ I need ta’ speak ta’ Hiroka Ikari, Shoumetsu Takahiro n’ Lieutenant Ueku. Get over here.”
Well that was certainly an opportunity to do so. He drew nearer to her only to stop at an appropriate distance for whatever conversation was to be had.
"Captain Hageshi."
Hiroka simply acknowledged her request for his and the other's attendance with an utterance of her name. Raised on a speak when necessary rule, he had no desire to say anything more until she announced whatever it was she had in mind. Surely this was simply in relation to the upcoming games or some objective she expected of her officers, but the question was of the specifics. He rested his right arm on top of the hilt of Ikarihime while the other came to grasp said limb at the wrist.