[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Rukongai

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"Sugoi… Sugoi, sugoi, sugoi, suuuuUGGGOOOOOOOOOOOIIIII!!!!!!!!!"
Ninth’s captain is full of theatrics as she screams into the microphone, but the shrill cries of the crowd that surround the northern Rukongai for a closer look only fuel the gremlin even more and feed into her extremity. She feels unstoppable, and as the participants begin to arrive, her blood only continues to pump. Both captains and non-captains will have their own set of questions that they must answer before they can make any leeway into the arena, but the Commander will eventually begin the games as a whole.
The pitched tent, it’s rather spacious with several cameras pointed directly towards the entrance. While there is a chair, participants have a choice in standing or sitting. More than likely her peers will stand because she knows well enough that the Games are nothing more than a hindrance to them. She could honestly pray to the Commander for giving her than exemption from the event. Yasu was clearly enjoying herself, and when the sound of the cheers began once more, she knew that her first participant had arrived. Yasu gives a pointed look to the cameraman behind the scenes, as well as those holding the light fixtures to give each entering participant the spotlight when they entered.
In a quiet surprise, it is the Monk that arrives first and foremost. As if by chance, he senses the evil within Yasu as she makes it a point to enjoy bombarding the ever-silent captain with invasive questions. She sits off to the side so that all focus can be on him.
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He is quick to answer, and she takes pauses here and there for the audience to digest each answer given, much to his aggravation. Which each pause, he turns to leave only for her to continue with the interview, his feeling of annoyance pure and etched onto his face, and she has to cover her mouth to stifle any giggles that dared to try and escape. He survives as she finally asks him his last question:
“Do you have any words to share before you step into the field?”
“I care nothing for the title of Kenpachi, however, I will dole out violence to all my opponents regardless of who they are. Those who step foot into these games, men, women, or children, I will kill them all. I will kill to kill again, killing all.”

Yasu may not be surprised by the change in demeanor, but surely her viewers are. For a captain to utter such words, and coming from someone of the likes of Tenzen, saying something like that would paint him in the worst light. However, the cheers from those standing outside say otherwise. The people wanted to see the bloodshed; they wanted all the violence entailed, and to hear and watch a strong first response to an open question like so fed them well. Tenzen leaves the tent, and Yasu pops into frame, cackling like a madman as she addresses those watching.
“That Oda energy is heavy with that one, but what else should we expect from the Clan Lord himself. Captain Oda has proven to be an adversary that is worth having on your side… Imagine if he were the enemy.” She lets out a low whistle to show her distaste at the idea but gets right back into it. “Our next interview will follow-- What? Who?”
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Yasu gets cues offscreen and the gestures to turn around make her do so, and she comes face to face with the one and only Kyomu Mukuro. Her lips part in surprise, but no sound comes out. Fortunately, Yasu snaps out of her short shock, and she whips her arms out and laughs in glee before moving out of frame to let her former captain take the stand and follow in the footsteps of his fellow captain.
The crowd is in awe as they watch the silent face-off before Yasu manages to regain her senses to ask the assigned question. She is more than aware of just how badly the Onmitsukido Commander does not want to be there, let alone answer these hapless questions, yet he does so, reluctantly, but cooperatively. All of his answers are short, curt, and this is something that she expects, something that he embodies well, and she knows not to push anything more than she needs to. Eventually, Yasu reaches the final question.
He shifts his glance to several places, and if one were to be rewatching the scene before them, the amount of times that Yasu has had the Phantom’s attention is numerous… And she feels this. Even after the century-long silence, the unspoken bond between these two shinigami is known to them and them only. The small exchange in this interview lifts a weight off of her shoulders that she didn’t know she possessed, and he gives his simple answer before leaving the tent.
“....no.”
She watches him leave and springs out of her seat to once more take the viewer’s attention.
“From personal experience, this is the most I’ve seen Captain Mukuro talk in one sitting.” She garners her laughs from the audience. The atmosphere is tense after being bombarded like that with two powerhouses with a discernable history. “Let’s continue, shall we?
As if on cue, the next participant enters.
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Omoni Hageshi of the Eleventh Division takes a seat in the hair surprisingly and is uncomfortable in the settings she’s placed in. Luckily for her, Yasu was there to conduct the interview rather than one of her subordinates. The gargantuan woman and the pink-haired menace have been acquainted for several decades, so their relationship is a rather steady one. Familiar with her habits, Yasu is quick to begin to keep the captain’s attention for as long as she can. Omoni’s answers are as Omoni is: loud, direct, and full of vigor. Yasu appreciates this, and the clear support from those observers outside of the tent do as well.
It isn’t until Yasu asks about those other than herself vying for Kenpachi that the titan exhibits a change in demeanor that takes everyone by surprise. She flits through the cards of participants and one seems to send her for a whirl as the selected card gets shoved into her face and with it being too close, Yasu doesn’t exactly see anything more than the white of this participants hair and she quickly moves her eyes up and down from the card back to Omoni several times before she snatches it out of her hand and places it back in the pile, laughing a bit forced. To say she was confused was saying the least, but the show goes on. The ground quakes beneath them from her outbursts as she answers the questions one by one, but Yasu shows no worries as they quell long enough for her to get to the last question, something that stops Omoni right in her tracks.
“ I’M HERE TA’ FIGHT EVERY ONE A’ YA N’ YA BETTER BE READY TA’ SHOW ME WHATCHA’ GOT CAUSE I AIN’T GOIN’ EASY ON NONE A’ YA!”
Her voice booms and a few of her sound folk reel back from the thunderous proclamation but the effect supersedes any expectation and Yasu merely cheers, resulting in the following of her viewers. Omoni exits and exchanges words with the Phantom, all of which was caught on screen. Perhaps it wasn’t known to Rukongai citizens, but to the shinigami, all knew that it was Kyomu who had proctored Omoni’s exam to become a captain. The details themselves were unknown, but there she was, standing in her designated haori. Yasu manages to gain the attention once more and points directly into the camera.
“Riveting. An absolute monster has made her way into the waiting room and not a single one of us can wait until we see her in action! You can feel the bloodlust in the crowd!”
So far the interviews were going well. And this next one would hopefully go smooth as well. There is a small break as the next participant signs up for the games and she’s eventually handed a card to add to the pile. Yasu observed the contents, hand shooting up to her mouth to keep the laugh from escaping just as she heard the chuckle from behind her as Hiroka Ikari entered the tent.
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"Certainly not how I expected to see you again after all this time, Yasu. Or should I say Captain Yūgure? Congratulations on that by the way."
"Hi-ro-ka-chan.~"

She calls the older shinigami by his first name, childishly at that, clearly indicating the casual relationship if him calling her by her first wasn’t giving any clues. Yet he corrects himself and calls her by her respective title and congratulates her. The two haven’t seen each other in a while, and she wondered just where the third of their rambunctious trio was. Hopefully, he was participating as well, but soon enough she’d come to realize that such was not the case. Unfortunately, she’d missed them two weeks ago due to the training with the Commander, but better late than never.
He makes himself comfortable and she too follows suit. Somewhere along the way, her members managed to get her a chair and she crossed her legs and fired away. Knowing good and well the type of man that he was and how private he was, it was unfortunate for him that it would not be the time for that. He is quick to make his statement known, and the answers are steamy and full of confidence. Much like Kyomu, Hiroka’s answers are also short and curt as well. It isn’t until the final question that Yasu feels something that the others haven’t earned from her.
“This is a battle without law. So I will not hesitate to leave no trace of those that get in my way."
She imagines this interview to be over, but his presence still lingers and she looks up from what has once caught her attention and sees him standing in the doorway, staring back at her. Yasu tilts her head, and he speaks.
"I'm sure it goes without saying but that goes for you as well. I hope we need not cross paths... But I'm serious about this."
In tandem with his exit, all cameras pan to Yasu who holds nothing but a blank expression on her face. She can sense the uneasiness from her members, and even those surrounding the tent. Perhaps they all overlooked the fact that the only face not shown in the roster among the captains was herself. It wasn’t as if she had made it public of her exemption, but she didn’t proclaim her participation either. They would only have so few moments to think about it before she turns to the closest camera and lets out a rather breathless laugh.
"What a cheeky bastard. We expect nothing less from a member of the Eleventh Division. In two weeks, Omoni Hageshi has certainly amped up her subordinates and all we can look forward to are what I expect to be fights of the century."
There is a small break and Yasu moves out of the cameras’ line of sight as they await the next entry. She sags in her chair, letting her head hang down and back to where the world around her was upside down. Idly swinging her legs, her purple orbs flit around as she watches her people work so tediously. She was proud, and perhaps after this entire ordeal, she would treat them for a night of barbecue.
“Captain, the next entry is here.”
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She sits up so suddenly it causes the chair she sits in to rock back and forth, and before they can sit, she immediately begins her questioning. This catches Yu Nakamoto off, either that or the camera that nearly kissed his face. He fixes himself up and she manages to wait a bit before giving him the next questions in the set. Five stated questions, but each one answered was unique and so… them. Yuna was a quiet person, to begin with, so it was nice to have finally seen him come out of his shell. Like all of the others, she asks him the same final question, and he answers:
“For my competition, good luck. For those that are watching... I hope you will be inspired to continue becoming stronger and eventually fight alongside the greatest after watching today's matches.”
"Kind words from the Seireitei’s Angel, but don’t be fooled, folks. Those who mistake his kindness for weakness will understand just how much of a monster that Captain Nakamoto is. Speaking from experience, he is no one to hold back in the slightest."

Yuna has always been humble, and as he exits, he nods in her direction and she returns it. Her address to the audience is true; each of the captains was captain for a reason. Perfected crafts and unyielding natures make each of these allotted four individuals… monsters? No, perhaps she couldn’t even think of an adjective to best describe them as a whole. Unsure of when her next entry would arrive, Yasu checks her phone as it buzzes in her pocket. Shusuke had finally gotten to his post at the betting polls… Finally.
"While we wait on our next entry to arrive, please turn your attention to the screen if you have wandered. Trust me, you’re going to want to pay attention… Also, I suggest you get your phones ready if you aren’t in the area."
Yasu waves her hands out in the direction of the cameras and all of them check their phones to see that their lieutenant has finally arrived to begin his broadcast. The broadcast realigns and it is now Shusuke Kiyoshi who has the floor. The Ninth Division captain leans back in her chair with snacks in hand as she watches the screen where her lieutenant puts on his show and she can't help but watch how ridiculous this was. She had set him to be in charge of the betting pool, and with Uzu at his side, they'd do alright with the collection fees and properly calculating the odds between each player. He lists off the major players of the game, the captains, one by one, and she finds it a little irking that she wasn't mentioned but then recalls she never confirmed her participation. Not to forget that Shusuke had invited himself to the Captain's meeting and overheard the Commander give his exception towards the girl. Her phone buzzes yet again and she watches as the bets come rolling in, as well as a small popularity poll that will get added in with each incoming participant. For the time being, the individual who had the most favor with the audience was...
“Hageshi-san, huh? Can’t say that it isn’t surprising.”
There is shuffling behind her as someone enters the tent. While she expects another participant, she’s met with a familiar face instead, and her demeanor perks up at just what her guest brings.
”Excuse me? Captain Yugure? I apologize for interrupting, but I come bearing a gift from the Hoshi family as a thank you for your years of patronizing our business. This is from the soon-to-be head of our family, Signy Hoshi. We wish you the best of luck in the games.”
Like a child on Christmas, Yasu watches as her present comes to her wheeled in a cart, filled to the brim with the assortment of snacks and candies that the Sweets Shoppe held in the Rukongai stores. As the attendants take their leave, Yasu makes a dive, hugging the cart to herself and stuffing her face into the pile of snacks to where her head disappeared in the mountain. Meanwhile, her hands caressed the sides of the cart in absolute glee. While she would not consume it all just yet, she would make plans to take care of that later. After basking in her treasures, she calls for a couple of Shinigami from the Ninth to go and hole this up in her office in the meantime, pocketing a few bags here and there for later consumption.
“Who’s next on the list?”
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She asks aloud but no answer comes and Yasu turns to her camera crew and looks at them in confusion. Waving her arms around, she finally catches them staring at something behind her and she too turns around to face someone that she didn’t expect. Honoka Oki stands at the opening of the tent, eating her yakiimo and for but a moment, everything is silent… until Yasu begins questioning Honoka with standard interview questions. Her members and viewers are in shock at the sight of the Oki woman, never having expected her to make an appearance in the least after all of the shame she suffered. While Yasu is not one to judge, she was there for her sentencing, and the girl knew that more than anything, Honoka was suffering far more than what anyone could say about her.
Like clockwork, Honoka answers, and her participation is confirmed, though she knows her first answer is a lie, Honoka having been present when Commander Kagayaki issued out his orders for the game. Perhaps she would be using this as an opportunity to salvage her name and her broken clan, or something more. Regardless, while Yasu says nothing about it, she is more than glad to see the woman as lively as she is. Reaching the last question, Yasu laughs as Honoka poses for the camera, giving her answer with gusto.
“Give it everything you got, and I'll give it everything I got! I don't want to leave with any regrets!”
The interview is over, and with another surprise at hand, Yasu catches her yakiimo, courtesy of her former Head Lieutenant. Bowing her head, the girl still gives her respects to her elder, one that has watched over her for most of her life. She unwraps the snack and points at the camera in her own dynamic pose, cheesing as she takes a bite of the savory potato.
“An unexpected participant has crossed the threshold. Former Head Lieutenant Honoka Oki has joined the field. Will she regain her honor in these games and show us the beast that slumbers within her? These games have just gotten even more exciting, don’t ya think!?”
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Yasu scarfs down the gift and someone else calls in for the next interview. Pounding away at her chest, Yasu nearly chokes as she forcefully pushes down the sacred food to start her next interview with yet another face she hasn’t seen since she was the Second Division’s lieutenant. Nibui Ueki stands awkwardly at her tent opening, clearly looking like the most uncomfortable person there was in the Soul Society as he moves hesitantly to a spot where the cameras can capture him properly. He even waits for confirmation before she begins her questioning.
What was even more out of his normal expressions came exuberant and forced glee in his answers with his exclamations. As truthful as his answers were, Yasu could only sweat from each one given. She knows very well firsthand just how Nibui usually was, so watching himself force this type of attitude was stomach-turning, but maybe that was from the yakiimo she had to eat in a hurry. Eventually, they get to the last question, yet unlike his other answers, this one was quick, straight to the point, and made without any thought.
”Don’t die.”
She wishes him good luck and as he leaves, the cameras pan back over to her.
“It’s not every day you get to see Lieutenant Ueki so… pumped up. While not so much of a people-person, as a member of the Eleventh Division, he’s a battle-oriented person, and that’s exactly what we want for these games, am I right?”
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The cheers of the crowd speak for themselves and the wild flapping of the tent once more sounds right behind her and then a thud to follow. Turning her head, and the camera with it, Yasu feels something hit her feet and catches a gourd there. However, stepping over it, she drops down into a squat and pulls one of the nearby sticks to jab it at this white-haired man’s back when he finally looks up and comes face-to-face with her.
“You look familiar.”
Yasu can smell the alcohol on his breath and she blinks a bit absentmindedly. Had it not been for Omoni shoving that place card in her face before, she probably would have never recognized the man, but she was unsure as to whether or not they’d met before. Just as she was to ask him if he needed assistance, he continued speaking with a smile --
“Cute hair.”
“Eh?”
Yasu’s expression stays smiling, but what happens in her head is just empty as she takes a bit to process what has just happened. Was that a compliment? Cute? Her hair? Unconsciously, Yasu begins fumbling with her hair while Suiyo manages to come to an upright position with his gourd in hand and hearing a forced cough causes Yasu to snap back into action and begin her questioning. Like Honoka’s entrance, many were confused at the sight of this man, or rather his eyeball and nostril as he had gotten so close to the main camera, the others had to move into a position where they could see his face.
Yet as she begins questioning him, she infers that he’s not listening, more interested in the camera more than anything, yet she presses on. Somehow by the second question, he manages to finally take a look around him and properly observe his surroundings. Many of her crew find it a waste, but he was in the cards, and Otsukai had already snagged a picture of him. She catches him observing her very closely and her expression is stoic as his eyes roam, examining her from head to toe. She manages to get the final question out, but rather than answering it, Suiyo leans in close to whisper in her ear and she can feel the heat from the alcohol brewing in his stomach seep out past his teeth as he tells her--
“Don’t look now, but I think your pants are falling down.”
Once again, it’s like time stops and she can hear nothing but her mind is empty. Although in his good effort, his whisper ultimately is caught by a few of her men and she can hear the stifled giggling. He leaves the interview nearly as fast as he came and while no definitive answers were given, with a tap on her shoulder, Yasu grabs at the microphone and stares a bit blankly at the screen, still at a loss for what had just transpired. She had dealt with many individuals before, but this drunken bastard was something else entirely. “Maybe there are other wildcards out there. Something tells me that he’ll be the underdog we didn’t know we wanted.”
She closes this last interview very quickly and looks at her pants, tugging on the black fabric and grumbling softly as she picks at the folds and adjusts the white-weighted wrap that hugged her hips.
“There’s nothing wrong with my pants...”
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Eventually, and with quiet hope, that would have been her last interview, but the fates have decided to smite her today with yet another presence and she turns to find Shinotori Hitsugaya. Another white-haired entity, Yasu flits through the cards to count the number of them that existed in the line-up. Too many, she surmised. Whatever. Yasu waves her hands forward towards the next participant and begins her questioning.
From his card, he was a part of the Second Division, and she wondered if her former Captain had said anything to his subordinates, possibly to discourage or promote his uncaring nature on this participation. From her knowledge, it was probably the latter, so she imagined that this one was particularly new to the foundations of the Gotei Thirteen as a whole. Regardless of his admittance, he would surely have a lot to learn should he survive with the likes of the Captains and others within the roster. Many of his answers were short and curt, save for the second that required him some time to think. Captaincy was a big step, one that had many responsibilities to it, so she could at least understand his concerns of testing. Yasu had much of her own hesitance before she tested herself.
“No.”
Could he be any more suited to the Second Division? That is what she questions when the boy gives her an answer much like Captain Mukuro, and she wondered just exactly how he was training his members and whether or not they held secret classes to obtain their own version of the Mukuro ways. She bids him good luck and she misses the hiding of his face as she turns to the cameras and gives her closing interview.
“Perhaps our shortest interview, but all the same, perhaps Shinotori Hitsugaya will provide the same thrill that these past interviews have given to you!”
Just as the camera crew begins to make a break in order to prepare for the rest of the games, Yasu clears her throat to catch their attention. They all stop, and even those watching on the screens were confused. Wasn't that supposed to be the last interview? With their attention on her, Yasu holds up her own card containing her information and surprise sits on many of the faces behind the camera, and she poses as she captures the attention of the crowd once more.
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“Maybe seeing all of these other participants made you forget about me. I'm a little bit hurt by that.”
Yasu stands at the center of attention, her glasses off as she stares right into the main camera. She has someone from the Ninth Division reading off those same five questions that the captains had received from her not too long ago. With the cameras on her, she answers earnestly.
“While our esteemed Commander has made it mandatory for you to participate, do you find it exciting still to fight against those confident enough to try for the title?”
“Unlike my peers, I was granted an exemption because the Ninth Division is in charge of hosting the Games, but I'd be a joke if I didn't join the others. Excitement isn't the word I'd use, but I look forward to my fellow challengers.”

Surprise, surprise. Who would have expected the Seireitei's brat to join in on the fun? Yasu is more than confident that she'll be able to keep up with her peers, but there are a couple of anomalies in which she finds herself wary.
“If you find anyone worthy, will you extend an offer into your division?”
“Ninth Division would surely become something in the Soul Society if we were to have someone holding the title of Kenpachi, but each of these participants have their own goals in mind. I don't seek out anyone, but if you're interested I'll see you in my office after the games.”

She highly doubted that anyone would join, but the offer was still there.
“Outside of yourself, who do you think has the ability to become Kenpachi?”
“I'm... not exactly sure how to say this. I have the utmost confidence in the other captains to hold their own. As for those seated below them or even that drunk one from earlier, their abilities will speak for themselves during the tournament. So we'll see.”

Yasu scratches at her neck. While she had had the time to think about these questions herself, time was still necessary to get her thoughts in order.
“Do you have high hopes that your competition will put up a good fight?”
“Not that they will, but must. The Kenpachi Games will end with the strongest soul in Soul Society standing above everyone else. They have to fight with their lives on the line.”

This was unlike any form of Yasu that the media was familiar with. She was completely serious, save for the interviews that Otsukai had taken prior during her lieutenant days. What she said was correct. While she had performed with the grace that caused the viewers to feel their hearts beating out of their chests in excitement for the games, she was there to remind those of the extremity that these games entailed.
“Do you have any words to share before you step into the field?”
“Kenpachi will go to the soul that deserves it the most, take it if you can.”

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Unwrapping a lollipop as she speaks, the captain shoves the lollipop into her mouth and holds it in between her pointed canines and smashes her right fist against the palm of her left hand so roughly that a vein forms very crudely in sight of the camera. Yasu bows her head and those behind the cameras follow suit as they wish their captain luck. With her card handed in, the following participants will be shown with their given information very shortly. She makes her way out of the tent, stretching her arms across her chest and stopping just short of Honoka Oki and she holds out a bag of Konpeito she managed to pull from the gifted cart. No words are exchanged, but the small gesture speaks for itself.
Leaving the Oki woman, Yasu scans her horizons on just who else to bother and she catches Hiroka with his back turned to her. Like a pest, she circles him after he's made a change in attire. She would confront him, and although the last time they'd met he was the same height as her, he towered over her now, much like the majority of these contestants. She poked and prodded at his arms, his chest, his face, wherever else she could cause him to become annoyed.
“Konoyaro. Is that how you treat a close friend after all of these years?”
She teases him and continues her pulling and prodding, moving out of his way at any chance he tried to grab at her to get her to stop. The brat would continue her assault up until she got bored and moved on, whistling with the lollipop staining her tongue in red from its cherry flavor. Her eyes moved to the other participants, purposely avoiding the drunk as she finally falls onto the back of Kyomu Mukuro. Even after all of this time, she still finds herself unable to face him. Perhaps things would be different on the field. She would be forced to if it came to it.
Soon enough, by the word of the Captain-Commander, the games would begin. Ninth Division knew where to proceed to, and all fighters would be directed to where they needed to go. They'd reached the end of the beginning. Just who would stand on top as Kenpachi?
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Seven Days AgoA faint emerald glimmer attempts to fill the vastness of a space unknown, incapable of completing its task. The sound of diamonds clashing against each other causes a reverberating echo that invades the audio receptacle of a single brownish-blonde-haired individual. The emptiness begins to fill, ever so slightly, as massive spires of crystal each in unique formation stretch along the boundless corridor all over. Each formation radiates with a verdant glow, acting as a torchlight in the dimly-lit prison of infinitude. The Commander, clad in his infamous Shikai gauntlets stands at the center. As if a massive foe stands before him he strikes the space only a few feet from his figure. Each deadly strike conjuring a new crystalline steeple. A final drive of both of his fists into the surface beneath him sprouts a plethora of spikes to further shape the battlefield all of varying sizes. A green hue encapsulates the Commander and his companion, acting as the only source of light for as far as the eye can see.
“This was the last one.”
The Shining Knight pauses, the tuft of his mane shifting to unveil the insignia of the Ichiban-tai to the man behind him. The tip of his beard slides over his shoulder, as he twists his neck to peer slightly to his rear left.
“Kojishi, now that you have seen all three areas, are they ingrained into your memory?”
The man he addresses hesitates as if trying to verify that he was absolutely sure before he’d dare give the Commander an answer. His finger glides along the hilt of his Zanpakuto while his free hand grasps his chin with a pondering nature.
“Yes, Commander.”
“Good. Gah . . Hopefully you never have to come back to this place. And what of our guest?”
“I have been told it is taken care of.”

The gloves on Higen’s hand vanish into a cloud of sparkling dust, yet the crystals he’d conjured remained. His hips and legs swivel to convert a complete one-hundred-eighty degrees, heading onward the exit, if you could even call it that.
“Good. Come along.”Present DayLarge masculine hands, rather coarse at the touch, grip a large sliding door in the small space between the molding and the door itself. As it shifts completely open and reveals the Commander’s towering figure, a small, adolescent voice breaks through.
“Otōchan!!
Haruki scrambles towards his father, soon joined in the room by Kojishi. In the corner just behind a couch spiky strands of hair stand out, revealing Masahiro’s hiding spot. He had obviously not yet adjusted to the way things were, but this is how they would be. As Higen uncharacteristically embraces his offspring, Masahiro’s head peeks out from the couches side, glaring adamantly. In the background Captain Yugure’s Broadcast has already begun showing off the interviews; it fades into the background and becomes mumbled noise to the Commander.
“Are you taking me home now?”
He tugs at the long sleeves of the Head Captain’s Haori, who now rested on one knee to only still seem like a titan to his son.
“No, you’re mother’s just in the other room. The Rukongai is too crowded because of the games for you to go---”
“Mommy!!!!!

Masahiro yells out. Formerly in the fetal position, he was now standing fully erect, his eyes glued to the broadcast screen. Hm? Higen’s gaze shifts that way as well, only to see Honoka’s interview being broadcasted this instant. The Commander couldn’t hide his surprise, as each of the children seemed to not notice. He had no idea she had intentions of participating. Was this her way of approaching redemption? She had so very little left. Higen knew one thing, Honoka did not want to die, she wished to live for Masahiro’s sake. This meant one thing, she had no intentions of losing, or dying, and he feared for whoever would have to face her in this state. He looks back to Haruki, pulling on both of the boy’s shoulders playfully to get him to look back his way.
“I have to go now. Make sure you’re watching the games. It will make you strong, like Daddy. That goes for both of you. Your mother is just down the hall.”
“Okay!”

Masahiro remained silent. Some things would take time. He encouraged both boys to watch the games as he harbored no interest in sheltering them from violence when they both would live and grow into an extremely violent world. If he was being honest, they would both become rather good contributors to said violent world as well; that is, if he had anything to do with it.
He runs his fingers through Haruki’s hair a final time, before exiting through the door he came in and allowing Kojishi to close it behind him.
“It’s time.”
“Yes, Commander.”
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“Come Swiftly, Haruichiban.”

(春一番; “First Storm of Spring)
The blade itself does not change but the Commander’s companion unveils his Shikai. A swell of wind envelops them both, consuming them in a singular cyclone. As it subsides, their bodies, their presence, completely vanished. In many of the districts just beyond the Seireitei’s walls, houses were empty, streets barren as tumbleweeds drifted along the dirt grass. There was only a singular event that could pull this many citizens from their homes, an event unlike any other Soul Society has ever seen before.
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While some streets lay barren, the designated broadcast and festival locations for the Games is clearly where everyone had gone. A large amount of Seventh and Ninth Division’s forces act as security in this massive space filled with Rukongai Citizens. The crowd all practically touching from toe to heel, no space for anyone to move as the cheers raged on. In the crossroads of multiple busy streets lies one open area, set aside for the competitors themselves, distanced from the hype and frantic crowd that have waited eons for excitement of this level. Children sit on their father’s shoulders, orphans and streetrats steal from the many vendors doing their best to keep the large mob at bay. An assortment of cameras are broadcasting and capturing every single second of it. Several different Cameras are panning to each participant, while a designated reported is giving all the listeners here and at home a briefing of each competitor and what they should and could expect to see. It is a grand spectacle, perfectly curated by the 9th Division, and the Gotei 13 as a whole. Directly connected to, and gated off just as well as, the competitor waiting area lies a very small stage. On the stage is a large podium with a velvet sack tied closed and anchored down by a thin golden rope. Perhaps the competitors have muttered between themselves, perhaps they have lined up in some sort of way by now, but if they hadn’t they sure would soon. A small dust twister appears on the stage, spinning and collecting the tiniest of debris, until it expands. The Awning that covers the stage seems as if it is going to blow away from its supports. The crowd reacts, many covering their eyes as a lot of dirt and dust is scattered in large violent gusts of wind. Some have a look of fear as if a disaster was about to strike even trying to force themselves through the crowd and find an escape route. Just before the twister, which has since grown, subsides..
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Two cannons on opposite sides of the stage blast out forcing a rare silence from the crowd and diverting everyone’s attention towards the stage. From one cannon comes confetti of assorted colors and from another comes small golden flakes. The gust of wind created from the cyclone sends these celebratory decorations flying into the sky to rain down onto the crowd as the sun shimmers against them. Out from the cyclone that appeared on the stage, the Commander is unveiled. His hands gesture outward as if he was some mastermind behind an elite magic trick. Still with his appearance, the silence doesn’t break beside a few whispers. Kojishi takes place far behind, as the Commander takes a single step. Still the silence remains. Another, the silence has not yet been ended. One more, he has finally reached the podium itself, standing directly behind it to address the crowd.
“WHO’S READY FOR THE KENPACHI GAMES!??”
If he didn’t know any better, he’d say the entirety of the Rukongai erupted, all three-hundred-twenty districts. The crowd goes absolutely wild, and from the Commander comes a confident smile. The games were channeling his youth and spirit which was a huge contrast from the weight of responsibility he had faced within the last century. The roaring of the crowd blends in with triumphant fanfare. The very ground was shaking from the excitement conjured by the spectators. Before him, ten participants stood, most familiar, some not. But the Commander wasn’t relatively interested in these individuals until they’d begun crossing blades. For now, the crowd had his heart. It amazed him the lengths some would go when given something to watch and enjoy. He noticed a boy or two with their eyebrows shaven off as tribute for his fandom of Captain Mukuro. A large group of girls with a sign labeled ‘Bubblegum Bunch’, all of their hair dyed to match Captain Yugure’s. Kids seemed to love the replicas of the Mad Buddha’s famous prayer beads. He could still somehow hear the hecklers fighting over bets as they approached Lieutenant Kiyoshi’s station. The environment was electrifying, and hopefully, each contestant could feel it, allowing it to fuel them in the fights to come.
“Alright. I would like to thank everyone for coming, and how about we give our contestants some luck, hm?”
Higen’s mature voice echoes off of the microphone and throughout the district as he gives the crowd time to jeer at his request. He fiddles with the velvet bag in his hand while he waits for the noise to settle. If he hasn’t had the combatant’s attention yet, he was demanding it now.
“In this bag, I have each of your names. I will pull three names. And then another three names, and then the remaining four will be grouped together. These will be our brackets.”
“Only one survivor from each bracket will continue into the final bracket and battle for the title of Kenpachi. Yes I used the word survive. As you should know by now, your very life is at stake in these games. There can only be one winner. The only rule is no outside interference of any kind, besides that, any and everything is legal.”
“Now without further ado. . .”

He begins digging through the bag, playfully shifting the pieces around before grabbing his first three. Each name is engraved into something akin to a board game piece. He fiddles them between his fingers just before pulling them out of the bag. There is a pause, as he ingests the names of which he’s reading.Honoka Oki
Nibui Ueki
Yu Nakamoto “Gather to the left, you will be group one.”

He does not give the audience or perhaps the participants the time to breathe or think, before he has pulled out another three pieces and read them off.Tenzen Oda
Kyomu Mukuro
Suiyo Kusotare “Gather to the right, you will be group two. Those of you who remain, will be group three, and you can stay where you are.”Omoni Hageshi
Hiroka Ikari
Yasu Yugure
Shinotori Hitsugaya
The Commander takes an exhale, now that the brackets have been set he can hear the clamoring the crowd as well as the many Ninth Division reporters. The angst rises as this all suddenly becomes extremely real. Kojishi takes a few steps forward to now stand directly next to the Commander, who prepares his final words towards the crowd and the participants.
“I wish you all the best of luck, but there can only be one Kenpachi!”
The crowd goes crazy once more, as Kojishi steps down from the stage into the area in which the participants were now standing in groups. He nods in acknowledgment to everyone standing before him, just before driving his blade in a perfect horizontal slash directly in front of his body. From the edge of his Zanpakuto comes three small orbs of wind that collide with the ground in front of each individual group. Like the twister witnessed on stage, these orbs transform into very tiny dust devils, until massive cyclones consume all of the contestants and drive the confetti and golden flakes back into the sky. As the twisters raged on, the participants’ vision would become stale and blurry, until become nothing but white emptiness, and once each coil of wind subsided their physical or spiritual forms would no longer remain in the staging area. As they’d come to, they’d all reappear at their designated arenas in the same way they vanished, a violent cyclone, slowly winding down until they are calmly placed at their destinations. Group one would find themselves in the Valley of Screams, a barren and empty wasteland between space and time. Group two would find themselves in the arena prepared for them in the Muken, Soul Society’s inescapable prison. And our final group would find themselves in the 78th District of the East Rukongai, Ichirin (一輪; One Flower), a vale of an endless swamp in the furthermost reaches of the Rukongai. Each Arena has been littered with The Commander’s crystals to help absorb any ambient Reiatsu, as fights of this caliber could cause the very dimensions themselves to shake and rattle. Broadcast stations were also set up so that anyone, anywhere, could spectate without getting remotely close to danger. There was only one winner. But who would it be?
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“WHO’S READY FOR THE KENPACHI GAMES!??”
Uproars of all varieties lifted into the sky at Captain Commander Kagayaki’s announcement of the games start. The furor amongst both contestant and spectator alike in attendance had taken the entirety of the soul society into it’s grasp long before it’s actual occurrence and had held onto each one of them with a vice-like grip. Battle was traditionally something expected of the shinigami as well as the citizens of the rukongai. It kept the strong sharp and weeded out the weak. It was as commonplace as breathing and this was partly the reason Captain Hageshi was not surprised about how insatiable the crowd sounded. This was a momentous occasion! This was the celebration of power, combat and victory as well as a tribute to the glory of battle! The woman would have been shocked if the old man’s address had been received any differently. ‘ Gotta wonder if they’ve all been real bored til now.’
Whilst the commander continued forth with his speech, Omoni had removed two cigars from her grandeur bosom and set them upon her lips. There, they flared to life and she proceeded to imbibe them. These were only recognizable to a select few on the field thusfar. Their scent and their listless clouds wafted off the woman like a miasma. ‘ I wanna fight everyone out here! S’gonna be tough ta’ figure out who ta’ take down first…’ It wasn't long before her mind began to wander.
Emphatically, this was a dream come true to the battle worn woman. Since she opened her eyes in the depths of the rukongai to the moment she stood in that spot then and there, she was aware that she was surrounded by phenomenal souls. Their power spoke for itself in their own ways and every one of the Kenpachi candidates presented themselves to her to be a highly sought after physical confrontation. She had wanted to tussle with each one of them for centuries and finally the time had come to do just that. Needless to say that Captain Hageshi was deliriously happy. Whether they all died or they lived made no difference to her, Omoni hardly devoted thought to what should happen in either case so long as she got to FIGHT! Famously unable to see much further than the palm in front of her face, it may come as a surprise that consequences were not completely lost to her. The truth of the matter was that she simply did not care about them. Even if she was met with mistakes, Omoni was the kind of creature that steamrolled through her path in life bearing no regrets and tending to no alternative agenda. All that she had to offer her opponents was the pure unadulterated desire to FIGHT!
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Having to fight the Lady Honoka would have certainly been an overdo reunion. It felt as if it had only been yesterday when she and the Head Lieutenant turned educator nearly came to blows during her final Meeting with the Vice-Captains. The oki had given her a taste and she wanted more.
Nibui would also be something of a long time coming as the both of them shared a torrid past and quite recently a furious fight that had been disrupted before it could have bloomed into something that could have overwhelmed them both. The two would prove something to the other once they were permitted to go all out in the games.
Then there was the kid…Briefly, Omoni’s mind attacked itself with the imaginings of what measures would be taken on the occasion that it came down to he or her and if someone asked her that question she’d have insisted she wouldn’t have known. It would not have been a lie either. They had so much left to say to one another and a melee between the two of them had the potential to result in both havoc as well as an unsettled conversation.
Tenzen elicited most of the crowd’s unruly vocal rage, having the crowd on his side so early in the competition indicated to Omoni that he was gonna be someone she wanted to pummel. There was something bugging her and that was the Oda. Something about how he looked when she had seen him last and the fact that she did not recognize him just didn’t sit right with Omoni. In fact, she had made it her personal mission to get to know her fellow captain in the best way that she knew how even as she'd bring the might of Namakizu down upon him.
There wasn’t much more to say concerning the snake than she already had. After all, she made a blatant exclamation that was broadcast live for all to see that she intended on a head to head conflict with him at some point during the games. Thoughts of how their test progressed had never left the recesses of her usually absent mind nor had the revisions she’d imagined when they would inevitably meet again.
Then there was Suiyo. As ecstatic as she was that her old friend had managed to find his way back to where it all began it became quickly evident that he was out of it. Of course, to Omoni it was great news because to her it meant that he hadn’t changed a bit! There had been the urge to charge over to the dirty drunkard and send him her delight via a solid punch to the mid-section but she fought that away after noticing he had avoided her in favor of Lady Honoka. For a moment she was perturbed by this but it dawned upon Hageshi that he must not have completely recognized her! ‘ That’s gotta be it. S’been so long we both look a lot different. The look on his face is gonna’ be priceless!’ It couldn't be helped, she’d have to knock some sense into him once she got ahold of him.
When it came to Hiroka, Omoni was optimistic. He was a member of her division and as such she would hold him to her own particular standards in all that he did, that of which included standing against her, his captain. By all accounts, she had yet to properly socialize with her fourth seated member and knew very little about him. If anything, the events of that day would mark the day that she would introduce herself to her gutsy subordinate. If they should have ended up on opposite sides then she intended on assessing him. Was he going to be able to withstand the limit that she would push him to or would he implode and show her that he was no more than he appeared to be?
Next, there was Yugure. The two were fit friends, neighbors and powerhouses in their own right. They had harbored a competitive spirit as soon as they began to come to know one another and the closer that they got the more fearsome their growing rivalry had become.
Lastly, ‘Uh…’ Her cerulean orbs had become fixated upon the stranger that’d entered his name into the matchups. Unlike the other participants whom she was quite familiar with, she had never seen Shinotori Hitsugaya before. He was absolutely a stranger to Hageshi but she still looked forward to what he may have been able to do to warrant joining in so suddenly. Could be he had a death wish.
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“Only one survivor from each bracket will continue into the final bracket and battle for the title of Kenpachi. Yes I used the word survive. As you should know by now, your very life is at stake in these games. There can only be one winner. The only rule is no outside interference of any kind, besides that, any and everything is legal.”
“Now without further ado. . .”
Honoka Oki
Nibui Ueki
Yu Nakamoto
“Tch.”
Tenzen Oda
Kyomu Mukuro
Suiyo Kusotare
“Tch!”
Omoni Hageshi
Hiroka Ikari
Yasu Yugure
Shinotori Hitsugaya
“Hmph.”

Bittersweet, that would be the taste left in Omoni’s mouth. Not that the opponents that had been selected to face her weren’t getting her going, it was just that there were some she had hoped to confront early on in the festivities and now that the first fight was going to commence it meant that some of them wouldn’t last that long because they had lost not and some of them would end up dead. Giving a scoff, Omoni shook her head and reopened her eyes, activating her focus. All that was left to be done was to obliterate the obstacles in her way until she could get to them.
“I wish you all the best of luck, but there can only be one Kenpachi!”
The vision of the stadium began to distort, departing as if it had been blown away due to a large gust of wind. All around her, attendee’s and even the stadium disappeared until all that was left to see were she, Hiroka, Yasu and Shinotori. The flat ground that had served as everyone’s foundation mutated into cold muck hugging her ankles. As far as the eye could see there was a vast marshland full of rocks, quagmires and wilting trees. Although it was not a terrain of which she was intimately accustomed to, Omoni was a woman incessantly sent on scores of missions throwing her into atmospheres that she had been required to swiftly adapt to in order to achieve her goal. This case would be no different.
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“ LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!”
Not wasting a single second, the captain of the eleventh division combusted into intense blue flames at the behest of the flexing of her reiatsu. Releasing all of the suppression she had imposed upon herself on the daily, it poured from her from a bottomless well. In her unhinged elation, Namakizu’s Shikai neglected to wait to be called upon verbally by its fanatic wielder. Instantaneously, it evolved from it’s unsealed form into the captain’s iconic club where she abruptly raised it over the top of her head and caused it to expand to an enormous size (Comparable to a lighthouse in the land of the living.) Despite it’s spontaneous alteration in size and weight, Hageshi didn’t flinch and without warning brought the totality of it’s wrath down into the earth below as fast as it had been lifted using a single hand. Torrential waves of muddy water, fractures from the ground and portions of trees were sent scattering sky high only to begin plummeting down onto those who endured the shock of Namakizu’s initial collision. Had their eyes been able to keep track of Omoni in spite of the debris, they would have been able to see that she was no longer standing at the hilt of her Zankpakuto. Simultaneously, The ten of the twenty spikes decorating Namakizu’s body elongated at an alarming rate and began to Thrash wildly. Their tendrils spiraled in a haphazard frenzy at first glance but in reality, the players were being tracked by the vanished captain and the spines were prepared to assess and respond in a variety of ways that Hageshi deemed appropriate. It would not be until she required them that they would come to life and they would retain a state of targetless dormancy, satisfied to wiggle about violently like the others. Yasu, Hiroka and Shinotori would be confronted with their own personal spike that aimed to deal all three of them significant damage.
Each one was positively gigantic resembling the length and size of a train attached to endless box cars. Additionally, the tentacles were endowed with the capacity to obliterate bone, muscle and tissue that was unable to find a way to escape its unpredictable thwacking. Every extension of Namakizu that was at play was being masterfully monitored by it’s wielder who had begun weaving in and out amongst the forest of tentacles that Namakizu had birthed. One of it's limbs made an obvious ascent above the rest and it was there that the beastly woman perched gazing below at the trio that were surrounded by a fearsome hurricane of fire and plunder and had been left with naught but to respond to her devastating debut.
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To Captain Yugure, it was a challenge. It was a demonstration that she had opened her arms wide and welcomed all attempt on her life along with the thrill of what came with that. Fastened in the flash of her unwavering leer, was evidence of Hageshi's crazed craving. Amongst all of them she considered Yasu to be near her equal and knew that a truly amazing encounter would become of a clash between them. Together they would treat the murky swampland as their personal playground.
Where as for Hiroka, it was a demanding invitation. Her actions were a command that he restrain nothing so that he could show her exactly who he was and what he could do. There was no question in her mind that if he could end her then he was worthy of tearing away her prestigious title for his own, in fact, she encouraged it! Finally, it was a warning for the second division Shinomori. A warning that he had placed himself directly into the jaws of a pack of apex predators looking to rip one another to veritable shreds. That he had put his life on the line and that victory or surrender were now his best chances at seeing the light of another day.
Whom among them would aim to stop the desolation? Who among them would rise to defy her, what would they do? Would they join forces and work together to try to defeat her or turn on one another in the chaos?! Would it turn into a one on one match between two captains whilst Hiroka and Shinomori discovered themselves to be inconsequential?! There were so many possibilities and Omoni could hardly stand it!
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Hiroka's eyes fell to his right hand as he tightened the last of his Tendoriru o Tanoshimu around it. Something he had formerly just worn to aid himself in small quantities but now coated the majority of his body; both areas visibly exposed and beneath his attire. The signature wrappings were of his latest model, a perfected composition that could handle most of his thermal emissions and exhibited quite an impressive physical durability. The particular metallic fibers that made up this invention had aided with many applications already, but now with how much they covered his body, it was as if he had created his own suit of armor. Their innate ability to be manipulated by Hiroka's own spiritual energy furthered how much damage they could mitigate and the force that their grip could maintain. They were truly something that couldn't have been completed at a better time. Leading forward into a battle that could very well end in his demise by the hand of his own peers. It helped to have whatever edge one could afford.
He closed his palm firmly, listening to the fibers adjust under the weight of his grasp. Years, decades, centuries, all leading up to this moment. A chance to prove to everyone... no really just himself that it was all worth it. Nothing could break him from his focus. Nothing.
Except... That was when he was assaulted by a torrent of poking and prodding. The culprit? None other than his friend, Yasu. Just as it had been in the past, she enjoyed bothering the young shinigami with such behavior. His reflexive response was to try and swat her arms at they made their advance. It was the best he could do, escaping this stubborn gremlin was out of the question.
“Konoyaro. Is that how you treat a close friend after all of these years?”
The taller reaper drew forth a response all the while looking like he was trying to swat an elusive gnat.
"Yasu, cease this! I went to go find you on more civil conditions but instead hit a dead end with your Lieutenant. Now is not the time for this!"
His request did not come with relief. She was relentless. It didn't matter if she was an equal or a superior. In the end, she was still... Yasu. A growing boredom was his only salvation from the pink haired menace.
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Soon enough came the time for the announcement of the brackets. Something one and all held great anticipation for. The crowds wonder what kind of show they were going to see from those that were paired. And the combatants would gain some insight into what they'd have to deal with... that is of course assuming they had any idea of what the others were capable of. Hiroka stood with his arms folded, a leer placed off into the ether as he listened to the words that'd be spoken by the Captain Commander. He started by explaining to the audience what the rules were, or rather the lack there of almost any. But then came the match-ups.
Honoka Oki
Nibui Ueki
Yu Nakamoto
Tenzen Oda
Kyomu Mukuro
Suiyo Kusotare
Omoni Hageshi
Hiroka Ikari
Yasu Yugure
Shinotori Hitsugaya

Hiroka brought his hand to caress his chin, messing with his goatee in thought. He wholly expected the matches to be one on one, but these were group battles. Whether this was advantageous or not was yet to be seen. On one hand, all participants had to be weary of all opponents at once, splitting their focus and opening them to abuse. While on the other, it could force someone to bunker down and become a difficult target to find that opportunity. Turning his head to his Captain, he contemplated. She would be an unlikely candidate for bunkering down, it was an obvious read. Then he gazed upon Yasu. The former second member, now Captain of Ninth. Where he was familiar with her general combative practices from their engagements in the past, he had never actually witnessed her Zanpakuto's release... that left a wild card. Though the same could be said for her having no real understanding of his own. Then there was Shinotori, an absolute wild card. What he could do and to what avail was entirely unknown.
The Burst Prince brought his eyes to a close and voided the noise around him to silence. Two Captains and a completely unknown individual. He felt a chill roll down his spin as his mind processed the situation. Was this fear? Was this excitement? Or was there simply a wandering draft? Regardless of what it was, he basked in the idea of such blind battles. A true test. An absolutely fair battle to the death.
It was simply... exhilarating.
Despite that prospect it did mean he would have to clash with his close friend. Both aimed to hold nothing back, even if it meant one's demise. Would either of them spare any mercy for the other? It'd be naïve to do so certainly. Such a thing could backfire in an instance. He had to detach himself from who she was and simply see her as another obstacle to pass. Clenching his teeth, he awaited the announcement of a location of their match, but it never came. Instead their relocation was brought upon them. Impressive gales consumed the contestants and obstructed their senses. Hiroka returned his eyes to a close while this transpired, only opening them again once the winds had settled. Before they had even subsided, he became aware of the ground at his feet becoming something that was semi-solid. Once able to clearly see again, he looked about, noting the others arrived here as well. Then taking in where they had ended up. A swamp, likely within the Rukongai.
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Hiroka jumped back from where he stood, gaining some distance from those in his company. Where he was certainly well capable of fighting in close quarters, the decision to do so would be reserved after he had assessed the group's capabilities. He'd have to repeat that action again with a greater leap, as Captain Hageshi had wasted no time in making her nature known. The roar of her Reiatsu overtook the battle field in an instant and her Zanpakuto took to life in that moment. It's size expanding seemingly without halting before it was brought down upon the battlefield. The club's size and the force acting upon wreaked havoc all around it's impact. Hiroka wasted no time to react continuing his trajectory with several flashes backwards, his body dispersing multiple times as he gained as much ground as he could. Shifting his direction to avoid any debris that managed to find its way towards him. Somewhere along the series of steps, his leech seal had been removed and was set adrift in the air. It's withdrawal from his figure brought forth an absolutely monstrous crimson mass of his own spiritual energy. As a result, the air began to scale in temperature rapidly with each passing moment of his presence. The torrid atmosphere forced the airborne water to evaporate and the wooden shards to lose their integrity by becoming victim to combustion, bringing further ease to his evasive maneuvers.
The Burst Prince kept his eye upon the seemingly erratic movements of the Captain's weapon, prepared to keep up his pacing to avoid the wild flurry. He made no effort to cease his execution of Shunpo, not desiring to give any of them a clear opportunity to deal early damage to him. Occasionally false images of himself were left where he formerly shifted, removing clarity for which truly was his body. He drew forth his blade and made his command to awaken. Ikarihime warped in form, manifesting into a hooked blade with a silver light immediately consuming it. Hiroka released it from his grasp and allowed for his bindings to take hold of it, holstering it upon his left hip. The pristine illumination spread to his body, grasping him with a layer of heat greater than that which was put out from his raging Reiatsu. Any attempt to touch the male would bring severe burns within no time at all. A defensive measure but also...
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"Tsuihō!"
A series of incredibly sultry gales pathed their way outwards towards the other combatants, as well as the flailing Namakizu. Their masses reaching the proximity of the trio and gave birth to an assortment of brilliant explosions. Not only did these detonations occur at the point at which his targets stood but along the trail they had been set out upon as well. It was as if Hiroka had just unleashed a carpet bomb along the swamp. The eruptions each blowing away trees and scorching the very space around them. Anything and anyone directly struck would be easily displaced and would face the risk of skin being stripped to the bone from their blaze. Hiroka was not going to give any leeway to any of the others. Even if they defended themselves within a blast, they risked taking damage from remaining in the lingering infernal smoke.
The display of explosive power that his Shikai had put out was something foreign to the Eleventh's Fourth Seat. He always had to be conscious of how much power he released, but not now. The only subjected area on the thermal waves' path that did not explode was that of Namakizu's domain. Instead that specific strand hugged the club, wrapping it with a silver glow for but a moment before dissipating. This designated combative space and the people within it... would feel the wrathful Prince and Princess's strife. The commonly reserved Shinigami had shed his formalities and become that which was shackled down in the depths of his soul...
A Merciless Monster..
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It was unnerving for Elk to stand in front of the lieutenant, yet he had kept his composure as the two stared down one another, with the lieutenant eyeing him up and down for a moment.
“Shit…”
Its all he could think in that moment as he was caught, the two eyed each other enough so that it felt like tension was building rather quickly, and only gotten worse as Elk reached for the receipt, where he gripped and attempted to pull it away, but found resistance. His heart had felt like it stopped in that moment, all his old memories surfaced of that chase.
“Here you go mate, when you win don't spend it all in one place. Here you go mate, when you win don't spend it all in one place.”
That smile he gave eased his thoughts, but he was quickly caught off guard from quick release, as he stumbled back into Signy, causing a small domino effect of people bumping back into one another, his head shook as he began to walk off once his wife began to speak, stopping not too far from an entrance way to the event. He watched Signy and the lieutenant talk before taking Junko’s bet, and as he turned to enter a reiatsu signature followed by a voice had caught his attention.
"Well, well. Let's see here. Let's do 200 on Hageshi, and.... I supposeeeee I'll do 100 on the Oda. Oh, there is that man from her interview... let's do another 100 on him."
Not once in his shinigami career has he ran into either former head lieutenant Honoka Oki or Lieutenant Shusuke, but today seemed like his past was finally catching up to him, and he was thankful that he was let go by the lieutenant and unnoticed by Honoka for now. Yet still today was proving to be uneasy for him, what was supposed to be a day of relaxation, watch a few fights unfold, maybe learn a few tricks by observing his captain. A sigh came out from him as he would shunpo away, stopping only a few seconds at a time to survey the stands, until he came across an area that the crowd density wasn’t as thick, with just enough room for them to lay down and relax, and of course he did take the opportunity to claim a spot.
He certainly surpised several people with his sudden appearance with the use of shunpo, but they quickly diverted there attention away from him. As he laid himself down, he blinked as he looked around, no Signy around him, he was sure she was behind him; where did she go? His head shook as he began to lightly flare up his reiatsu enough so that she could pick up on his location with ease.
The crowd was bustling with talking amongst themselves or silently watching till two cannons were fired on either side of the stage causing the crowds attention to turn towards the center, and there he stood the Captain Commander.
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Nibui Ueki
Yu Nakamoto

While he had no bets inside group one, he couldn’t help but feel he missed an opportunity on betting on any of them, he could always go back and place more bets but at this point it was too late. It only became worrisome as the other groups were announced, as two of the three captains he took a bet on were in the same bracket, insuring that he would lose money, and an unknown from the Rukongai. Then the last bracket had him blink, as Captain Hageshi was up against her subordinate, he was guaranteed two losses from the brackets. How disappointing… but not as disappointing as finding out that he wouldn’t be able to grasp how well Captain Oda was with his Kido. To this he sighed, but on the bright side he got to see how well everyone was going to fight.
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