Arrival from Central Seireitei » Rokungai
Despite the fact that the Shinigami should be on the same side, regardless of their division, there was rarely situations in which the entirety of the Seireitei would stand together. There was too much personal ideals and conflicts that would rupture the possibility of a unified Shinigami. Be it exaggerated confidence due to their heritage or a sense of duty that was far too developed. Perhaps it was simply the individual’s own personality that caused conflicts with others, or they knew no better, simply following orders from their superiors, there were countless possibilities for why exactly there was such a division. However, even in the face of all of these issues and differences, should a threat arise that would prove itself dangerous enough to warrant the attention and unification of the Shinigami, that would be a sight to behold. A rarity on it’s own and temporary only.
Nibui himself, as many times before, he couldn’t sense any near him while he made his way to the Rokungai, where the beast had begun it’s path of carnage. Other than the beast itself, the most notable feature of the event was the building sized fist that had been launched from, someone. He couldn’t sense the source, that was his own personal issue but he could see them soon after the departure of the fist. Maho Kojima, Captain of the Ninth division, being a Captain was enough for Nibui to respect the individual, whether he would like them would be determined with their first interaction. Regardless, this was no time to worry about such things. Moments before his arrival, two different bodies had made themselves present, one he was not familiar with but had been spotted around the Seireitei in previous years, the second was of the Eleventh, his own division. It seemed she had not listened to his words either, but it would be forgiven, considering the situation. The same could not be said for the other member of the Eleventh that had been neglectful of his position.
His arrival was abrupt but mostly silent, his image appearing a couple of feet from Maho, the other two Shinigami flanking the Lieutenant of the Eleventh and the Captain of the Ninth at this moment. Beside Maho, the two seemed to be idle, Nibui was not all too acclimated with capabilities of Tenzen Oda, but Rin was a different story, he was more than aware of the woman’s abilities. With his knowledge of her and being her superior, it was his place to leave her with at least some command. Would it be the correct one? He wasn’t confident that it would be but regardless, how would he know without sticking to it?
”Rin, our skill set is not dedicated to dealing with this sort of creature but we have to do something. Take care of those in the surroundings that cannot take care of themselves, pull them from the path of the Kōtotsu..”
Following his command to Rin, his gaze turned toward the other male that had joined Captain Maho. The height difference between the two was quite the sum but by this point, someone like Nibui was by far used to such a sight, most Shinigami stood multiple inches over him and possessed larger frames but still, he held his rank for a reason. Once again, he spoke, his tone was clear, concise, but there was a sense of urgency and unease that could be felt by those more perceptive. There was no point in trying to hide such a fact.
”You too. If you have nothing to contribute at this very moment, I suggest you assist the others in escorting those weaker and incapable of making their own escape. If you are more suited for containing or delaying this creature then do so with your own judgement. And this goes for both of you, do not let your blade or your body come into direct contact with the body of this Kōtotsu.
Whether or not Captain Maho had other ideas was another factor, he could voice them as he wished but at this moment, Nibui had left the two with a task. All that was left was for he himself to take action. What was uttered toward Rin was no lie. Nibui was not suited for such situations, but he would have to make due with what he could. Taking example from what he could perceive of Captain Maho’s own course of action, he planned accordingly, in the hopes of assisting the already in motion idea or by adding atop it.
A moment passed following the orders that were given and without hesitation, a single word was uttered, quietly but completely audible to those that were in his vicinity.
Bankai..
As he spoke, his previously hidden right hand was placed to the centre of the hilt of
Jubokko, the blade being drawn from the scabbard that adorned the Lieutenant’s back. The moment in which the blade was completely drawn and the word was finalized in tandem, the entire being of the blade seemed to petrify into a wooden form, lacking of any definition that would set it apart as a blade. Instead, it seemed to become that of a practice sword, a bokken, although it yet resembled a branch as well. Along the body of this supposed bokken, what resembled an artery, or vein, extended from the very base of the hilt to the very tip of the blade, it seemed engraved into the wood rather than painted or burnt into it. Along this vein, it would branch off to the sides in a few sections, where it lead to a leaf of a clear crimson hue along each of these branching paths. Unseen among even the trees during the Autumn seasons.
Concurrently to the change of his blade, the upper half of his Shihakushō had been pried to hang down by his hips by something. Upon closer inspection and eventually, quite obviously, there was a bark that seemed to spread and grow along the short stature of the Lieutenant. This wooden bark, from what was visible, had covered a majority of his torso, arms and neck, even encroaching along his face as tendrils of bark licked up along his jawline and cheeks.
However, there was another aspect to his Bankai that was a little less, discrete. The floor beneath them had completely been altered, as if reality itself had changed it on a whim. Whatever was beneath their feet before, be it a road, dirt or grass, for as far as the eye could see, there was white. Sand? No.. Shells? Again, no.. This was an endless sea of fragmented and shattered bones of various shapes, sizes and origin. The land beneath had changed but the effects of the Captain’s plan had persisted, they were still very much within the same plane. All the buildings remained and for the most part, everything seemed to be the same, except the ground and Nibui himself. For the most part. Behind the group, there was another foreign entity. A tree, roughly twelve feet in height, it’s shape odd and gnarled, resembling that of a bonsai tree than anything else. The leaves, shared the same crimson tint that was presented by those along his blade, the body of the tree, it’s bark and wood in all bore the same tint as the bark that adorned the male’s body and the blade itself. This was
Jubokko.
Following his call for his Bankai and it’s realization, Nibui remained motionless, for the most part he could do very little with his own body but
Jubokko would be the one capable of taking charge in such a situation. Beneath the group and in the depths of the bonefield, there writhed and thrived roots of vast amounts and abnormal sizes. Despite the composition of the new surroundings, there was an odd stability beneath the surface, the density of the material being mashed together forming a more concrete landmass. Beneath the surface, the roots thrashed and wrought havoc among the surrounding underground. To those that could perceive the happenings beneath, it would seem as though it were random initially, at least until the roots began to converge under the area affected by the impact and further tampering by Maho’s fist. These roots would begin to tear at the land beneath, the already shattered portion, adding to the distance covered by the fist.
He wasn’t all too sure if this would allow for some success but at the moment he would have to stick to the plan. During this effort of his, he had made a conscious effort to keep the roots out of reach of the Kōtotsu, he wasn’t sure how exactly they would interact but the risk at the moment wasn’t worth it, perhaps someone else would discover a method worth utilizing to put an end to the rampage of such a destructive force.