[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Southwest Seireitei

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The viscous black liquid spread throughout the destroyed manor as Tenzen maneuvered over it and weaved between the sprouting flowers the sought to impale him. Securing the pot is vital and important, no matter what he must get back to it and- It's gone. Where the pot once sat was now nothing but an empty space now claimed by the black liquid. The sensation of failure began creeping up the Captain's spine, the feeling of anger swelling within his chest, and raw hatred towards the now dead Shirogane who out-thought him in this battle of wits. These feelings that made him want to scream at the top of his lungs became hard for him to smother out as if something was tipping his balance, disturbing his otherwise tranquil soul. That is when he hears it, that voice again the very same one he thought he drowned out. It's back and MUCH louder than before.
"WOOOOOOO! Now we’re TALKING! AHAHAHAHA That felt GREAT didn’t it?! We just fucking OBLITERATED that treacherous piece of shit!”
Tenzen finally turns inward to work on this problem and put it down once and for all. He sits on a body of water that stretches out to the horizon, unending. Blue skies dotted with white clouds that dance from one end of the horizon to the other. Even as he sits on the water it does not stir, it does not ripple, it remains still as his determination and spirit. Below him, the water does not reflect the peaceful scenery above but instead, it is a horrific scape of storms and darkness. There is also the Oda's reflection to take into account, an inverted appearance with an expression that can only be described as uncanny when on the face of Tenzen.
"Ya know, it’s rude to ignore people! WHY ARE YOU SUCH AN AWKWARD BASTARD?!”
A quake from the reflected inverted world sends ripples across the water that has sat still for centuries. His eyes begin to open slowly to catch a glimpse at the cause of this disturbance, to better understand it. All his eyes catch is the sight of a pale hand reaching for his foot. Unable to react in time he is dragged into the water against his will and is hurtled down its depths until slamming on the bottom. Catching his breath he sits up, placing a hand on the "ground" to aid him in standing to his feet, however, his hand is not met with dirt, mud, or even sand. It is a face, he looks down and witnesses that the bed of this body of water is littered with the victims of his past. His brow twitches a subtle sign of him being caught off guard and disturbed by this... Mass grave.
”Come on. COME ON. Admit it. You love it. You love this. You fucking loooooove this.”
Ignoring the inverted copy he rises to his feet, ready to swim up and meet this disturber head-on. He crouches low, ready to bolt upwards through the water when his ankle is grasped, a cold damp hand is clutching his ankle. He looks down his eyes meeting with the rotting corpse of Shirogane, this time there is no brow twitch it seemed like he expected this or maybe that first shock steeled his spirit and will. In an instant, more corpses rise and swim rapidly to take their revenge against the Oda who remains idle and unmoving, his eyes fixed on the Hollow who wields his Zanpakuto, cutting down the corpses that fly to him. Their hands reach for Tenzen, aiming to grab at his clothes, some aiming for exposed flesh and hair. It takes but a moment for Tenzen to deal with these shambling living memories as he uses his Reiryoku to cut them down, severing Shirogane's hand from his rotting corpse and kicking it into the mass of bodies that fall back onto themselves.
"I turned these fools to dust and scattered them to the wind. Memories alone will not hold me nor harm me."
He declares this proudly as a corpse is thrown in his direction only to be swiftly swatted down by his Reiatsu, slamming into the pile of now dismembered corpses which continue to twitch and move, desperately wanting to pull Tenzen into the abyss with them. The inverted Oda kicks the head off of another corpse then turns his attention back to this world's master, well perhaps the master of this world for the moment.
“It can be like this forever ya know. You want it. I want it. SO LET’S MAKE IT HAPPEN! What are you even doing, playing Captain? Do you even KNOW what you’re doing? Does anyone even like you? Of course not, look at you, pathetic.”
It'll take more than words to throw Tenzen off his game as he believes words only carry as much weight as you give them and right now that Hollow's words are lighter than air. It seems like Tenzen has made an error, cutting and crushing these corpses had begun to fill the water with blood, it obscures his vision causing him to lose sight of the Hollow that continues to berate and mock him. He had never fought on, or rather in, an underwater battlefield so he never took into account the water will fill with blood.
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Unable to see or predict the Hollow's next move Tenzen is left in a helpless and vulnerable state. These two things culminate into him being caught by a surprise uppercut that propelled him out of the water and to the surface above. Reeling from the pain he was unable to halt himself or even slow down when he is suddenly caught by this Hollow version of himself. Tenzen views this head grabbing as a method to display physical superiority, it is an utterly pointless maneuver and gesture in his opinion.
“Now…”
The Hollow moves his finger so that the Captain may look upon his face and what the Captain sees causes his brow to twitch. Storms and darkness now reign supreme in his world and his peaceful body of water now colored crimson with the blood of his past victims. The Hollow grins from ear to ear feeling like he has Tenzen on the ropes as if he were truly superior to the Captain at this moment. In terms of strength, this is true Tenzen can only obtain this strength when using God Hand but that strength is limited and runs on borrowed time. The strength of this Hollow has no such limitations, he is free to use it and flaunt it however he pleases without restraint or restrictions. A shred of envy washes over the Captain, for a moment at least.
“...look at-"
Tenzen kicks the Hollow in his gut as he tries to speak to him, the sudden kick caught the Hollow off guard causing him to topple over and hold his stomach from the pain. As he topples over Tenzen takes this moment to grab the sheathed Wakazashi that was placed on the Hollows left hip. He acquires a weapon to defend himself with while also halting the possibility of the Hollow using his Zanpakuto against him. Visibly angry the Hollow flies down towards the Oda with the full intention of cleaving him in two, but he stops midway and shakes his head at the Oda. He knew full well that Tenzen planned on using his quickdraw technique against him the moment he would enter his range.
"As if I'd fall for that. If you thought for a second that I didn't know all your techniques you're dead wrong."
The Hollow takes aim with his sword and charges a Cero at the tip of the blade, Tenzen has already figured out how he will counter this and launch his own counter-attack. He is foolish to believe things will go the way he expects them as the Hollow appears behind him, the heat of the charging Cero burning his back. He had no time to turn around as the Cero is let loose, engulfing him. Using his Shunpo he appears outside of the Cero with his clothing and skin burned the attack. The inverted Tenzen made use of the spell known as Honzon (本尊:, 'principal image of Buddha) to distract Tenzen while he used his superior speed to circle around behind him. The Hollow is relentless and gives the Captain no time or room to breathe as he is upon him once again slashing him diagonally across his chest. Blood flies from the wound and coats the sword, the Hollow is pleased by the sensation of his blade slicing through flesh and muscle. He is pulled out of his euphoria as his hair is grabbed and his head swiftly and violently yanked down to meet a knee from Tenzen Oda. The doppelganger reels back from the pain of a broken and bloodied nose, he looks over at Tenzen with a perplexed look in his eye because this is not something Tenzen would do, nor is it how he fights. Tenzen opens his palm letting the white hairs float out of his hand and down to the crimson water below.
"I forgot that I'm in my own world. I can cut loose a little more in here than out there."
Grinning from ear to ear the doppelganger was elated to hear this, he finally thought Tenzen was giving in to his whims to allow him the full control that he sought after. However, the Hollow has misunderstood Tenzen's words. Wakazashi in hand Tenzen makes his move, moving in close and striking at the Hollow's neck with the blade. The superior strength Hollow blocks the attack effortlessly and shoves the Oda back. It follows through with the shove by following Tenzen and slashing his shoulder, again blood flies and further coats the blade in blood. Before the Hollow even has a chance to form a grin he is met with a solid and heavy slap to the ear. Everything to the left of the Hollow falls into silence. Acting out if instinct he shoves Tenzen away, harder than before with no intent to follow him. Blood trickles down his earlobe and onto his white garbs, he brings a hand up to feel his ear, numbed from the slap. Tenzen deafened the Hollow with that slap by perforating his eardrum, this absurd way of fighting does not fit Tenzen in the slightest, taking hits and giving them back in return. This trading of blows is a dangerous way to fight which can lead to his early demise and the Oda is fully aware of this.
"What the hell are you doing!? If you want to die so bad just roll over and die like the dog you are! Stop wasting my time with this back and forth shit!"
Tenzen burned and bleeding from his chest and shoulder has only managed to land two significant hits on his doppelganger hits that have crippled two of his opponent's senses to some degree. In truth, this is the fighting style of his uncle Yurui Oda a man much larger and far stronger than he, a man who, if wounded as Tenzen is now, would consider said wounds to be mere scrapes. He is a monster of a man who lets his lust for fighting and violence run free without hindrance and right now Tenzen is trying to tap into that same mentality. Blood born Oda are all born with the innate love for fighting and violence, most of them learn to control it or smother it out completely while others let the urges fly free without a care in the world. "Kill to kill again, killing all." A motto for the more violent members of the Oda clan a motto Tenzen is trying to embrace at this moment. Centuries of suppressing then finally controlling these urges have made it difficult for him to let the flow freely only bits and pieces of it can surface and this is a situation where those bits and pieces aren't enough. He needs all of it, he needs that violent nature to confront an equally violent foe.
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Outside, in the ruins of the Kuchiki Manor Tenzen began going through a horrifying transformation. A scream of pain is let out with his body growing new limbs directly from his ribcage. Suspended in the air like a grotesque puppet he opens his jaw and lets loose a howling roar that would feel like needles pushing through the ears to those who can hear it. The force of the scream is enough to push back the black Liquid around him exposing his Zanpakuto still in the grasp of a long-dead Kuchiki guard. A flick of his wrist is all that is needed to summon his precious blades to him and the moment they are in hand his Shikai is triggered. The Wakizashi glows with a bright golden color as it shape distorts and changes into a string of light, wrapping itself around his left arm and trailing off behind his back and attaching itself to the pommel of his Katana that has grown in size and has become a Nodachi. This Hollowfied Tenzen takes notice of another presence near him if the roars were not enough to seize his attention. A Hollowfied Tenzen spots a Hollowfied Arashi on the rooftop of the Manor, with nothing in his way to stop him this Hollow will act on its violent nature and dole out violence to Arashi.
In a flash of speed, which could have possibly been a Sonido, Hollow Tenzen is upon Arashi using one of his many arms to strike him in the back of the head. The strike causes his Cero to misfire directly at the ground instead of the barrier. Tenzen indirectly protected the structural integrity of the Barrier. That blow would not be the only one as he began violently striking at Arashi with all 7 limbs. There was no technique in these strikes, no hint of a set up for a bigger attack, no these strikes were meant to beat their target to death as violently as possible.
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Shinigami

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"Hmmm...I see everything... THE TRUTH.... is in my hand."
Muted, yet a whisper can be exerted from the lips of the sly reporter with such calmness though this isn't the case within him. The Shinigami casually concealed his presence for the most part; more so his energy that which he appears to be excelled at, while his hand pressed the sunglasses against to the face—The reflection on the shade would show a particular blonde shinigami getting himself arrested for disobeying the priestesses' orders. Still, he concealed his appearance, though this might not be possible due to his hair sticking out like a sore thumb in the street.
Internally—Though this is shown to be rather opposite of what he appears to be; a spirit-like manifestation appears outside of the Shinigami's body, appears to be rather frantic and terrified. In a way, he could even be shown screaming for his life as he ran all over the street.
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"Am I going to the nest because of the stupid, stoned Captain's order!?!??!! Will I get caught?!?!? AHHHhhhhhhhhhhh!"
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The internal voice was full of uncertainty and fear. For what? It is clear that he was .... terrified of what would come for him in due time. Of course, he wasn't without doing his duty. Which was having his phone up to record everything, including the pathetic arrest of Katsuo Oda... this would fuel the Ninth Division's credibility in chasing and claiming the truth once more. With Jonah J-Maho Kojima as its head... This would be good news for him to hear... and compile for the next SCC.
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He continued to type what he was seeing and even taking photos from his phone for him to share what he was seeing into the private server between him and the rest of the Ninth Division.
Unlucky Cat Today — Location: Sixth Division.
It seems like things are getting worse by second. With the cooperation of Second, Sixth, and others are coordinating to respond to the emergency. Guess what?? There's some liquid that looks familiar, it gotta be Yasu Chan's ability, so she is within the barrier and I don't know who else is inside. But it seems that by what Katsuo getting arrested had claimed that the third seat of the 13th Division and Captain of the Fifth Division is trapped inside the barrier with Yasu.
Captain Maho, the bottom line is. Things are getting worse. They're even arresting Katsuo Oda and others from the 13th Division for attempting to go inside. Furthermore, the arrests of those shinigami must mean that someone is taking control of the situation and demanding no one interfere.

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At the same time, the barrier within them was incredibly concealed for most parts, unable to perceive what had transpired within it. One thing for sure, however, the urgency behind the action of those priestesses and even extended to those within the second division to be alarming and suspicious... After all. Could this be the second attempt of a so-called coup from the Second Division but with the assistance of another division...?
Certainly, this would be the greatest scandal if his assumption was even half correct. Knowing his luck, it might not be a smooth ride for him for sure.
"Just my luck.."
He gave a sigh upon realization of his situation.
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"Eat...... them?"
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An untamed yet erratic voice can be heard within him, while having a finger, with such sharp nail, to be pointed at the priestesses. Looming... for some reason. Just what was he craving for? This act from the spirit within him provokes Jiro in response; to calm the beast once more as usual.
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"Not yet, Kuroshizō."
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It was over. That’s what it was supposed to feel like, but it was far from that. It was like she was watching from another point of view despite sitting in her own body. Yasu sat back, unable to do a thing. She felt disabled and sat there. Around her body, the tar crawls its way up her flesh and stops just beneath her jaw. Unlike this new counterpart, she is submerged, and unable to find a way out, even with the impending fear of crowdedness that surrounded her.
Her inner world was darker than it has ever been, and it showed no signs of becoming brighter in the least.
“Now that was fucking fun!
Yasu could see a white figure, features so wild that the lieutenant could hardly believe that it was… herself. The movements of her body were all so similar, from gliding across the neverending pool to the way she stretched. It was frightening, and Yasu could feel her chest tighten beneath the surface. When this being reached her, her eyes had widened at this anomaly, so cruel and confident. In too much of a daze, being pulled unceremoniously by the hair hadn’t earned a peep from the lieutenant as she faced her vicious double.
“You really want to be a Captain, loser? That’s a fucking JOKE! YOU’RE A FUCKING JOKE!”
Why couldn’t she move?
In the next moment, she felt her face impeding against the bark of the nearest tree, once, twice, thrice… and she lost count as to how many times after that, it went on until that tree snapped in two. There was wetness that cascaded down her face, warm, and unlike the ooze that she was familiar with. Upon the release, Yasu stumbled her way up until she could at least lift her upper body from the mess, created by the Hollow. Wiping at her nose, Yasu could see the blood that poured from the orifice and streamed down from the wounds that broke open from the fragments.
Why couldn’t she say anything?
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“Do you hear me you little shit?! YOU’LL NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING! WITHOUT ME, ALL YOU ARE IS SOMETHING FOR THE TRULY STRONG TO POINT AND LAUGH AT! A LOSER, A JOKE, A WEAKLING, WHO WILL NEVER ESCAPE HER CAPTAIN’S SHADOW!
Tears dribbled down her tanned skin, but there was no sound coming out. It was a steady stream, dripping down her chin and into the sea that she met once more as the Hollow slammed her foot against the back of her head. The marsh reclaimed her face, and she struggled to gain her ground against her oppressor.
Was she going to die like this?
“Stop hurting Yacchan! Stop it, Ryuunosuke!”
A tiny child pulls at an older child’s arm as he holds onto another’s pink locks, his fists balled up, ready to throw in another punch to the already bruised pinky. Ryuunosuke shakes off the child with ease and returns to wailing his fists against the girl’s gut, and it earns a sharp cry of pain, blood, and saliva flying from her mouth and splashing onto the dirt. Punch after punch; it didn’t stop until Uekibachi Mei arrived and scared the abuser away from a young Yasu Yugure.
“Yasu! Sweetheart are you -- oh gosh, you’re bleeding! Aoi! Aoi! Go and get Eri-nee-chan!”
She wipes away at the blood, but Yasu can offer nothing but a smile, to which lessens the immediate panic in Mei. She rests her hand on the top of Yasu’s head and pulls her in close for a hug. Yasu says nothing and brushes the back of her hand against her nose, looking at the blood painted on her supple flesh.
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“Good job protecting your siblings, but you must remember, your life is just as precious, Yasu.”
“Do not let up Yasu, not even for a moment.” The Captain’s simulacrum already well upon her, blade appearing to descend once more, arching from left to right, only for its path to abruptly shift, cleaving horizontally almost as if to cleave the girl’s head in two. Despite the change in course, the two slashes seemed to appear concurrently with one another as if forcing the pink-headed Lieutenant to bear the full brunt of two separate attacks.
She responds accordingly, ducking and leaning back to avoid the vicious swipes of his shining blade and attempts a measly little kido that proves nothing to deter him.
They continue to go back and forth, avoiding, attacking, and Yasu manages to throw in an insult or two that pokes at her captain’s nerves enough for him to charge her head-on. She attacks him with a plan, something foreign to her dictionary, and nearly succeeds, but nothing matches the speed of the Gotei’s resident assassin. He was a monster.
As they left the Dangai, he was the first to pass through, always. She trailed behind him, though it wasn’t because she was slow. She had always been in his shadow since he had handpicked her from the academy that fateful day.
Yasu felt stuck but always surmounted it to being complacent where she was and found little need to advance herself further.
Was she ever truly happy with simply being his lieutenant?
She was always behind him since the day she stepped onto the grounds of the Second Division. She stuck out like a sore thumb, but she climbed the ranks faster than anyone else… And then she stopped. For what?
Yasu looks on from the sidelines during their gatherings. Even as his lieutenant, the others look up to both of them, but she is nowhere near his level, as she looks up to him just the same, though now… She isn’t satisfied with that.
The events of the Kokotsu only ignite the flames that burned, forcing her to train, to better herself, to be able to even touch upon the pristine pedestal the captains have set themselves upon. Each with their own strengths and faults, and being at peace with it, but never relenting to let those faults become the bane of their existence. Instead, those faults are only built off of and empower them even further. Yasu envied them and pushed herself even further until her bones cracked, and her muscles tore.
She would feel worthless otherwise.
They all saw her as a child, one with no intention to reach for the stars.
She’d fix that.
She would fix it now.
Yasu’s body stops its struggling, pleasing the Hollow that stands on top of her until she feels the pull of the tar against the soles of her feet. Immediately backpedaling, it gained some distance and watched as the lieutenant’s body became consumed by the black tar only to emerge standing at full height, wiping away at the blood and spitting out what pooled in her mouth. There was a look in her eye that didn’t sit well with the Hollow. There was an air around her, and the white being that stood across from Yasu hissed in distaste.
“What? You wanna fucking go!? THEN LET’S FUCKING RUMBLE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”
The Hollowed charged and Yasu stood, unwavering. It lashed out its fists, left, right, left, right, and Yasu met each one with the palms of her hands, diverting the fury elsewhere. Each impact rocked and rippled the murky depths beneath them. They met each other, hit for hit, each coming with an exploding force of terrifying power. The fabric of her gloves tore, but the skin beneath was unharmed due to the refined prowess of her Natural Armor.
One last wild kick followed, and Yasu caught the Hollow’s leg, startling her and it was enough time for Yasu to retaliate with a punch of her own, whipping her arm so quickly that the Hollow couldn’t dare to evade after its mishap and the brunt force of the lieutenant’s knuckles met its jawline and snapped its head back so viciously it sounded as if she had knocked it right out of its line. Following its head was the rest of the body, and it sailed across the marsh before skidding to a stop on all fours.
Rubbing at its jaw, Yasu’s eyes narrowed at the devilish snarl that escaped.
“Don’t get so fucking cocky, bitch. Let’s see how much longer you can keep it up.”
Yasu merely sets herself into a defensive stance, ready for the next round.
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“I got to where I am now without you, and I’ll do it over and over again.”
Her body is no longer her own as it begins to morph into something hideous. The tail that protrudes from her whips around, cutting through the air with ease. She falls onto her hands, though she finds a rather comfortable position as she sits on all fours, balanced atop the effects of her Bankai. It bubbles around her, and she manages to find herself looking up towards the top of the barrier. The roar from Tenzen does not deter her, nor does he again as he forcefully causes the misfire of Arashi’s cero. The black marsh parts as the pressure and power of the cero cause the waters to part far from it, though she still stays as she is, simply watching them as the two went against one another.
She lies in wait, waiting for a chance to strike.
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Shinigami

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[From Southeast Seireitei]
Chaos
It consumes the Sixth Division’s barracks, the members of the Kidō Corps, outside the comforts and safety of their halls of pondering and the practicing of the dark arts, now stand within the grounds of the Sixth Division. Spear headed by the mysterious priestesses they work to salvage the still uncertain yet volatile situation, to secure the scene and to establish and maintain order where disorder would thrive.
The young Oda, brother to the newly appointed Captain and Chief stands, bound by several layers of bindings, bonds forged by the hands of Kidō veterans. Detained he writhes and struggles against his restraints, but to no avail. Blinded by his emotions he voices his protests in anguished shouts, demanding to be heard. His voice, thus far falls on deaf ears.
Young Himari, well outside her scope and area of comfort stands perplexed, lost on what to do. She stands uncertain of herself, uncertain in the situation...absent of both hope and confidence. Daunted by the situation in which she now finds herself in, no longer in the company of those acquaintances who swore to safeguard her, she is forced now to make a choice of her own. Does she leave both the Oda and Oyama to their fates, placing the importance of duty and squad at the forefront of her priorities..or does she ignore her orders, and attempt to support those who guided her here?
As she struggles with the choices that lay before her, Fourth Seat Shusuke, though reluctant to follow the harsh orders barked at him, moves to adhere to his orders. Taking to the skies where Oyama waits, observing the situation from above, she is now met with the Kiyoshi. Ignorant to the situation at hand, lacking answers to thoughts and questions he attempts to use pain as a deterrent to her resistance. The young Oda down below watches helplessly, his comrade who he swore to protect now cornered due to his negligence birthed from his sense of justice and honesty. His spiritual pressure, already blaring is now controlled and directed towards the protector of the law, Shusuke. Katsuo silently hopes that, subjected to the sudden weight of his spiritual pressure, the Kiyoshi will be distracted, even if only for a moment, offering Oyama a window of escape.
Crouched and hidden, little Jiro — so frightened, struggles to adhere to his duties entrusted to him by his Captain. Shivering from fear he types away, sending message after message to his Captain and peers, hoping to remain unnoticed, and spared from the young Oda’s fate.
The entire situation, the barracks themselves is a powder keg waiting to be set off, sensitive to the slightest spark….
And then they appear.
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Captain Mukuro of the Second Division, Commander in Chief of the Onmitsukidō appears on the roof of the barracks. Surrounding him are men and women clad and cloaked in black, appearing more as shadows than men. They continue to appear in droves, surrounding the entirety of the barracks, an act reminiscent to past events, the same events that now brand them and their Captain under the banner of traitor.
The Captain is not ignorant of how their sudden appearance, in such large numbers would be perceived. He is aware of their thoughts, of their fears and their prejudices….
And he doesn’t care
Amber hues, slightly aglow peer down towards the gathered priestesses. Eyes then slowly shift over towards the detained Katsuo, shackled by layers of Bakudo bindings. He lifts his cold gaze skyward and takes notice of a familiar face and reiatsu next to that of another. His face still stoic and steeled by years of torture, of pain...of discipline offer no signs of affection towards his former subordinate. Dismissively, he turns his head, angling it towards a certain corner, a small and quiet reiatsu shudders in the shadows.
The priestess, the young Oda, Shusuke, Oyama, the blue haired girl and even the cowardly reiatsu are all promptly ignored as the Phantom’s turbulent orbs land upon the only thing prominent and of noticeable intrigue. The barrier, still standing falls within the scope of the Captain’s scrutiny. He stretches out his mind, and probes every inch of the barrier’s shell. With each attempt he is rejected, and with every rejection he grows more agitated.
He strains his eyes to try and peer through the translucent wall, taking notice only of the writhing mass of black inside. Though difficult to make out, the familiarity is not lost to the Phantom. He, more than anyone, would recognize the ability of his Lieutenant’s zanpakuto.
”Yasu…”
He mutters to himself. The fact her bankai still persists within the strange barrier is enough proof that she is still alive.
But for how long?
Trapped inside a barrier that blocks his ability to sense, unable to view inside he stands frustratingly ignorant to the situation at hand. The only thing he knows is whatever had transpired, it was enough to warrant his Lieutenant releasing her Bankai.
Pupiless eyes sink down towards those he previously ignored. The Priestess now becomes the subject of his focus. The Captain, foregoing any visible shifts or cues of movement now stands directly before the esteemed woman. Her status within the Kidō Corps curries neither favor nor fear with the phantom. While her face remains unreadable due to the gold plated mask which covers it, she finds Kyomu’s face too, is hidden behind an inscrutable mask — his made of flesh and blood.
”Let me into that barrier.”
He asks — no, demands of the one who stands before him, foregoing all decorum. His hand rests casually upon the handle of his zanpakuto, the Stealth Force stand ready, the black color of their attire and their perch upon the rooftops along with their numbers liken them to a murder of crows laying in wait.
Murder
Perhaps an appropriate term, especially should Captain Mukuro be denied and held back from rescuing and retrieving his Lieutenant. And within every ear of those able to hear, a soft and subtle hiss tickles their ears, anchored to no perceivable source, sounding both distant and near.
Kyomu Mukuro; called assassin, villain, cruel and treacherous — veered from hero to villain and yet...both remain untrue. Above all names and vile titles which others would label him, they would all still fall short of the most important one
Captain
He would be the villain they called him, and accept their jeers, their insults, their fears and distrust — regardless of their thoughts he was still a Captain, and most importantly...he was Yasu’s Captain. His words, his eyes left no room for argument; he wouldn’t be denied his right to save her.
Would Kyomu become the spark, that ignites this already volatile situation?
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Centuries Ago…
The giant of a man hardly moves, a swarm of 1st Division’s Royal Guard clad in white approaching the massive throne room. The pitter-pattering of their feet creating a violent anxiety within the usually unmoved Lieutenant. He was often summoned by the Head Captain, but never with such urgency, such force. It was something that couldn’t wait—apparently—and in the pit of Higen’s stomach was anticipation of the worst. A man of few words, Commander Murosaki exudes a ghastly breath that seemed to shake the room, the royal guards lugging in a massive glass box, the alabaster contents within shining through the transparent frame. The guards fall into formation in the room, and drop the box down onto the perfectly polished panels of the wooden floors before making their exit. The box unseals its lid autonomously, revealing a coat inside.
”Hm..? What is this, Taichou?
There is a silence, thick enough to cut, before the giant turns about face to face his lieutenant, solid .pupils radiating a purple glow striking fear and obedience into his person. Words rolled over his lips, rilling against his stubble, echoing throughout the entirety of the room.
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“You will be Captain of Division 10. You are henceforth relieved of your duties as my Second Seat. Take your coat and tend to your new division members effective immediately.”
Higen walked over, the sleeveless haori donning the symbol of Jubontai present in the large clear box. Was that it? Years under Shobatsu’s tutelage and this was the means to an end? Countless decades serving under his will, acting as his enforcer, exacting out his “balance”. What was he thinking; Higen, a captain? It was a silly order, but like most things Shobatsu stated it was best not to go against it. In his head he pleaded, hoped and wished that there was some joke behind it, despite knowing the commander’s near inability to enact humor. Higen grasps the coat, the thin fibers resting between his fingers, the beginning of an era. Current Day…
The same coat sits idly in his grasp today, centuries beyond, begging to be worn again. His loss of focus completely shuts Maho’s presence out from Higen, who would have otherwise sensed his arrival.
Oiiii! After all this time and looking around I finally find you here. Heh!"
The loud and boisterous sound of Young Maho’s voice was startling at first; in those months Higen had nearly forgotten what it sounded like, an impossible feat. Hurriedly, he pushed the old haori back into the box and closed it with abrupt force, turning around slowly before pushing he box to the edge of his desk, cast into the shadow of the room. The smell of smoke consumed the medium-sized room quickly, Higen’s unease slowly beginning to be put to rest. Maho’s presence alone seemed to have that effect, never worried or phased like most; even Higen had demons to fight.
"I never did get my training session either..."
“Aha-! Young Maho, it’s good to see you too, hmph. And huh.. I guess you didn’t?”
"Yo Old man. I hear you lead a new Captain through the Senkaimon, And on the first day back on the job? Whew..you've got it rough.”
“Eh.. It was much needed. Can’t have an old man like me out of practice for too long.”
"Oda was it? How did it go?"
“Hm. He’s not as elusive and annoying as you were but, an admirable foe nonetheless. You’ve just been wandering about this whole time?”

Higen was glad to see Maho, but still remained curious as to why he popped up here. He wasn’t holding it past him to simply be checking up on a comrade, but everything felt off since he woke up.
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