Everything before here happened in what felt like a haze. She was paying attention, processing, and even documenting what she saw within her mind. However, all of these things happened in a way that didn’t allow her to immediately recall them. She tucked them away, storing the information for a later date. With a deadpan gaze, her body attunes to her surroundings, allowing for her five senses to perceive the games in varying ways. She could visibly see the multiple strong signatures of energy, taste the blood in her own mouth, feel the pressure of Reiatsu on her body, hear the cheers from the crowd, and smell the environment around her. Dust and debris occasionally passed by her depending on what had happened in the battle raging on. A migraine had begun to etch its way into her head, as she had neglected to keep her eye closed as she initially planned. Her curiosity had surmounted the bleak feeling that welled within her. It was too soon to cease grieving over her Captain, but she couldn’t let herself be shackled by guilt for something that she could not have prevented. This was survivor’s guilt—the feeling had burrowed its way into her body, resting within her stomach in the form of what felt like knots.
When she opened her eye to observe, she had also ceased the production of Kaido for her large wound. Instead of repairing herself at a slow rate, she managed to make the wound stop bleeding. So long as she wasn’t dead, she didn’t care. It was unlikely that any unknown assailant would strike this venue, especially considering the number of strong foes here. Just because she was damaged didn’t mean that she could be counted out, either. The passive level of sensory she constantly keeps up works in tandem with her current sense of totality that she felt with everything around her. It was odd how such depressing emotions could spur such a level of clarity.
A curious presence makes its way toward her, but she initially ignores it since it does not hold hostility towards her. Only when it freezes and becomes uncertain does she turn to it, placing her attention on the small figure. Atsuko’s look was likely intimidating. Perhaps even her presence was, too, given what she was currently feeling. She was unlike her usual, cheery self. Even during her spar with Sanyu, she found herself having a hard time holding back—something that she was usually quite adept at doing. The thought of using higher-level Kido on Sanyu made her stomach turn. If she had done so, would he have survived? Surely not, which is why her concern continues to brew.
Now was the time to turn things around. The increasingly volatile emotions felt as if they could be tamed. There was no reason for her to believe otherwise. When Yui inches closer, her gaze does not advert, instead, it intensifies. However, a soft smile comes across her face as the young Shinigami inches closer. Guiding her eyes from the girl’s face to her hands, a hint of surprise adorns the Lieutenant’s expression as the medic offers assistance.
"I'm...Yui. Fourth Division uh...we were told somebody needed help. Please...ma'am...this won't take long."
At first, the Ise does not respond to the girl. It was time to pull out her somewhat twisted sense of humor. When Yui kneels next to her, Atsuko lifts her free hand, moves in a few inches closer, and blurts out:
”Boo!”
Surely, the medic would be stunned and perhaps even lose her balance momentarily. One thing was certain, though, this would ease the tension she felt. A green hue applies itself to her damaged parts, easing the pain she felt in a more efficient way than what she had done. It was one thing to stop bleeding and another to stop the pain from a wound. The latter was just as important as the former because a sense of pain can dull one’s movements.
Witnessing her arm go back into place, Atsuko was in awe. She had seen the process many times before, yet it never ceased to impress her. What was once barely attached began to spawn new tendons, muscle, skin, and other necessary parts that a limb had. And it had been done so easily. In another life, she likely would have been a Fourth division Shinigami. A meek yet calm voice calls out to her:
"May I help you to Fourth, ma'am?"
Grinning herself now, Atsuko replies with a particularly devilish smile as she responds.
”Sure, that’d be great. But I didn’t catch your name, little lady. Oh, and call me big sis Atsuko or somethin’ like that, not ma’am.!”
Rukongai -------- > Fourth Division