There is a hush in the crowd as it witnesses the battle between these blood-hungry shinigami as they fight in order to determine the strongest soul in the Soul Society. The first round of the Rukongai group seemed as though it was reaching the climax of things. Perhaps all of the stops were being put out by each combatant in order to bring this round to its finale.
Omoni was proud, of both her strength and aptitude in terms of a fight. She was a strong, battle-oriented woman who drove everything and performed everything without restraint, and succeeded with that mindset that by pure force, everything would fall into place. Most people are not built for that combat, so what do they do?
They adapt.
Yasu has known since stepping into the tournament that no matter who she faced, she would not be able to fight head-on as she had always been. Even when facing Higen, Yasu was moving with underlying intentions, but even then she could not fight against his sheer forceful nature. Yet it is Yasu's knowledge of her limitations that has allowed her to live as such, and in order to surpass those limitations, she'd have to continue living to do so.
Although a misconception with regards to damage inflicted and nulled, Yasu's Bankai was all but broken. Omoni may have gotten rid of what had covered the grounds of the Rukongai, but the marsh which had created her hands hadn't been burned away by the might of her Bankai's release. Down beneath the earth, the parts of the marsh that had slipped through the cracks made from Yasu's Vagido had ultimately been pushed up due to Hiroka's heat.
The blackened armor created by her marsh as it cooled her skin had taken the least amount of time, and while the marsh that she once possessed was not of the same caliber as it was before, the imminent attacks that had followed Yasu's kick would have followed through, although weakened, the intention stayed the same. The vicious kick would go undeterred, the rapid swing of Omoni's club sailing towards her, but with her mask, everything seemed to move in slow motion. The perception of attacks given and received since donning her mask had heightened all of Yasu's attributes.
Although in such close proximity, the flex of the rampant Hageshi's reiatsu is only responded to with the voracious release of the Ninth Captain's, blue and purple clashing and melding against one another as if fighting on a separate account. With the swing and the elongated prongs, Yasu was able to have twisted her upper body in tandem with her kick in order to properly avoid the drastic might of the club and those spines that threatened to have sent her flying. Even the slightest bit of contact with Omoni's body would have sufficed, and rather than continue to pursue and go head-to-head against Eleventh's Captain, Yasu's demeanor changes, and where she once resided, hovering just beside the giantess for a bone-shattering kick, all eyes would find her sitting at the top of one of the Captain-Commander's crystals and her mask slowly falling apart to reveal the sweaty and dirtied skin that lies beneath it.
Tapping away at her mic, she finds it unresponsive, probably due to Omoni's Bankai release. Surely perplexed at the actions of the said captain, both viewers and Omoni would wonder exactly just what she was planning. What was least expected was the waved of her hand as the camera catches a small thumbs down coming from Yasu, a sign which her members recognized as her resignation and failure to capture it on sound. Murmurs fall through the crowd and those rooting for Omoni would begin to whisper among themselves whether or not this was a ploy to take advantage of the unknowing new captain.
Those rooting for Yasu would have wondered the same thing, but once more, she had never been required by the Captain-Commander to have participated in the games, and it was made public knowledge two weeks prior that all captains but herself would be forced to participate. When she had suddenly announced that she would be participating, it had very well thrown the others for a loop since she made no efforts to reveal her plans. On her pride as a captain, she participated, and on the same pride, she would step out.
The title of Kenpachi did not suit her, and this was the best way how she could gauge what else she had to work on. It was with unfortunate luck that she was the one to have faced Omoni since her rise to Captaincy, and she gained no such intel on what she was capable of from her proctor. Even training with Higen did not necessarily allow Yasu to fully utilize all of her techniques, but even techniques would be overshadowed by centuries of life and experience.
As much as she tries to use brute strength, that unnerving and unwavering force that Omoni is capable of is something that Yasu lags behind on... And her relentlessness is another thing. The woman truly knew no sort of restraint, and the burns that sit on Yasu's body are a fact of that. The Kenpachi title was made for a spirit like her... but this was only the first round. After the conclusion of the Rukongai match, Yasu would have to go and review the footage of the Muken and Valley of Scream to properly prepare for the second and final round of combatants. Yet Hiroka was not out of the match just yet, even fighting harder than he ever had since the beginning. Her eyes on her kouhai, Yasu would sit on to observe just exactly what next would she lay witness to.
"I want some more candy..."
Yasu swings her legs back and forth when the sound of sloshing catches her attention and she looks down at her makeshift hands. The furrow of her brows only amplifies the annoyance that runs through her head after having lost her hands yet again... And from a former fourth division member nonetheless. Before food, she would have to wait until the match came to a conclusion to get her hands back. While she could've very well stepped out to go and ask for another member of the fourth division, to have Omoni heal her would be the least that she could have done for taking her hands.
