[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Southwest Seireitei

[Shinigami]

The Monster formerly known as Arashi Suta shows the difference between its two identities. Where Arashi Suta was the last to act in life, this Monster is the first to take action. It wastes no time, as it requires no thought, no experience, no plan, no strategy. Thousands of beams of light erupt from its Hollowfied form, tendrils of destruction, they lash out like blades to eviscerate this foreign intruder from every direction. These blades of living light bounce from nothing, taking sharp angles as though ricocheting off of the air, no, off of the very light particles in the air! They move, organically, as though attached to the Monster's body, as though controlled by its will. With its only agenda being to feed, it is a slave to starvation. The monster forgets its place, and, serving its hunger, lashes out against who it is truly meant to serve.

There are those who believe that light-speed is the pinnacle of speed itself. That the primary factor for judging such speed, is whether or not it can be perceived. It makes sense then, that since light speed is the maximum speed at which one can perceive, that there is nothing greater to this. However, this is the privileged ideology of those who rely on what can be seen. As with all matters, Shobatsu knows better. He is all too aware that there is something far faster than light. A blind man, he possesses the unclouded and true perspective that all of the world is black. Light is but a coward, fleeing from the darkness, and yet, whenever it tries to run away, darkness is already there. Arashi’s perception of power, is blinding light, is overwhelming speed. Shobatsu knows better, his power is inescapable, it is already there, it is….dark.
Even as a Monster, Arashi’s mindless attacks worked to establish an advantage. They were intended to deprive Shobatsu of time, to force him to rely on instinct and experience rather than any of his senses or speed. However, a man who was imprisoned for a millenia within the confines of his mind, the Commander is never in need of more time. He does not rely on instinct, nor on his perceptions, nor his physical speed. He can feel the Hollow’s energy fluctuate of course, hear the tensing of its muscles, smell the stench of its anticipating drool, but, the physiology of a Hollow is unpredictable, even for Shobatsu, and with a Zanpakuto in the Monster’s hand, there is no way for the Commander to predict what will happen next. He has nothing to prepare for, no moment to perceive an incoming attack, and no opportunity to move against it at such speed.
It does not matter.
The Captain Commander had begun this fight with blade in hand. This was no mere display, no mere invitation. If Shobatsu wanted to, he could sever through this barrier and all of the Seireitei without his blade ever appearing to leave its sheath. He had made a point of drawing it in the first place just for this occasion. If he hadn’t, the time it took for him to grasp his sword, and draw it, even surpassing the speed of light, would take too long. He would likely only be able to counter the majority of the blades, and even then only at the last moment. He was familiar with the former Shinigami’s zanpakuto, as he is with all abilities of those under his command. Knowing that the Monsters power is light-based, Shobatsu chose not to rely on his physical skill, and prepared himself for such an occasion as this
The Monster thought that by creating thousands of blades, sending them out at the speed of light, and having them strike simultaneously in unison, he would prevent any possible counter from the Commander. However this only proves that the Monster lost all intelligence it possessed in life. It not only forgot the strength of its opponent, but the weakness of its own abilities.
All the Commander need do is maintain his unbreakable grip, and his Zanpakuto does the rest. No muscles tense, no synapses fire, and the Commander does not swing his sword. With shikai already activated, he simply harnesses a technique similar to the one that allowed him to enter the barrier to begin with. Shobatsu merely halves the time it takes him to move, as well as the distance he must travel, exponentially, dwindling his reaction time to a trillionth of a fraction of zero.

With this, his blade manifests itself with such speed that it surpasses the speed of light and becomes invisible to the naked eye. In a single moment, the Commander’s Zanpakuto instantaneously collides with the thousands of simultaneously striking light-blades. No fool, Shobatsu does not cut at the blades of light, which are undoubtedly only tangible when they make contact with their target. Rather than strike with the edge of his zanpakuto, he angles his defense to strike with the edge of his blade. No force is necessary, no impact is felt. Being made of light, the Monster’s blades simply bounce harmlessly off of the Zanpakuto’s reflective and polished silver surface.
All of this is imperceptible of course to the Hollows. To them, the sight would appear as though the Monster’s blades of light were deflected by some unknown forcefield, an invisible orb-like barrier that they simply are unable to sense. They may also incorrectly summarize that the extent of this barrier is limited only to the radius of Shobatsu’s natural reach. What they would correctly see, however, are the thousands of blades of light, and their altered trajectory.
Shobatsu angles his zanpakuto so that the blades of light reflect harmlessly upwards, away from the gathering crowd of Shinigami around the barrier. Being made of light particles, these blades move unhindered through the confines of the barrier, penetrating high into the skies above the Seireitei. Some Priestesses who maintain the barrier from above, find their hearts skipping a beat, the edges of their hats and cloaks singed from the blades piercing through them. Yet, no one is harmed. Shobatsu ensures that every individual blade of light is countered in such a way that their trajectory would be harmless. Every blade of light, spare the final one.

The Abomination formerly known as Captain Tenzen Oda, readies his devastating Kido and accursed Cero. He prepares his assault to launch in tandem with his Monstrous ally. However, the Abomination is not familiar with how quickly the Monster’s light attacks can move. This means that the Monster’s blades of light are sent out and countered before the Abomination can fire a single spell.
The Blades of light bounce off of Shobatsu’s Zanpakuto, not merely to be deflected, but to be harnessed. Catching the final blade of light, the Commander simply changes the angle of his own Zanpakuto by delivering a downward slash, and alters the trajectory of the light. The light-blade fires like a laser, its trajectory starts at the Tendril-ridden Monster, then moves directly towards the Many-Armed Abomination. Moving at the speed of light, and therefore at the speed of perception, the Abomination would have essentially no time to react. The laser-like blade of light would cut cleanly through the plethora of the Abomination’s extended limbs. Severing these limbs completely, they would fall to the floor before even a single cursed spell could be cast
However, Shobatsu is not so foolish as to expect this to be the end of the Abomination’s Kido barrage. As again, a Hollow’s physiology is unpredictable, and it is far more likely that the Abomination will sprout replacement appendages than it is that he will fall defeated. This is why the downwards slash of the Commander’s blade was performed, not simply to just reflect the light back towards them. No...
Everything Commander Murasaki does, he does for a reason.

A wall of flame erupts at the Commander’s feet, spawned by the near imperceptible downward slash of his Zanpakuto. This wall of purple and black fire is the byproduct of Shobatsu channeling his Reiatsu through his activated Shikai. The flames before him are far more dangerous than those shown prior, as these wield both the purifying effects of his Purging Flame, and the halving ability of Shobatsu’s Shikai, Shihōken. This allows Shobatsu to fuel the fire at will, as simply as he can increase the intensity of his own Reiatsu flames.
What is before him now, is a barrier of flame, subjected to his whim. Any Kido spell, any Cero, anything at all will be halved for each second it comes into contact with the fire. The placement of the wall of flame is perfect, as it figuratively and literally draws the line between Shobatsu and the Hollows. Meaning any long range attack they wish to fire off will have to inevitably pass through the flames first. As these attacks traverse through the fire, their effectiveness will be halved incrementally, until they essentially cease to exist.
In what is effectively a single instant, the Commander had countered, delivered an offensive strike, and established a defensive position. The situation, as always, is under his control. However, just as he is about to deliver the final strike, enact his final judgment, a complication arises.

The Beast formerly known as Lieutenant Yasu Yugure, allowed her two allies to act as meager distractions. Unlike the Monster, and the Abomination, the Beast knew when to bide her time. When to lurk and prowl out of sight, until the moment is right to strike. In this instance, she is fortunate to have had two contemporaries which were both instinct-driven and hot headed. As their actions demanded just enough of the Commander’s attention, that the Beast was able to generate such a massive attack without first being cut down.
The heat of her flaming Cero only expands, her spiritual power reaching previously unseen heights. The intensity of her spiritual pressure condenses over itself like gravity against the force of the sun. The result is much the same. What starts as a basic Cero, soon becomes a miniature star. The heat surrounding this massive orb of flame is so intense that the rubble of the Kuchiki Compound begins to melt and catch fire. The two other Hollows, should they have survived the severing light, now may very well find their bodies lit aflame by their own ally’s attack.
The Beast, unlike her counterparts, has good sense. She realizes that the Commander’s strength far exceeds all three of theirs together, even in their current states. This means that defeating him in a head on fight is hopeless. However, while they can’t attack Shobatsu, they can attack that which he is trying to protect. The spectacle grows, and it soon becomes clear to any who observe, that the barrier, and perhaps even the entire Southwest District, will not be able to resist the force of the blast should it come to pass.

Whoooooooooooooooooosh
A gust of wind blows from the Commander, as his blade appears to shift from down at his side to instantly suspended in the air. A strike. A single strike, and the first direct attack of its kind this entire encounter. A crescent of air moves in an arc along the trajectory of the blade’s path. It connects easily enough with its large target, as the massive ball of fire is suddenly bisected in a clean line straight down the middle. The intensity of its flame, the power, the scale, the damage it can cause, all halved. In a single strike from his Shikai, the Commander reduces the incoming assault from a disaster-level threat, to no more powerful than an average Arrancar’s cero.
With the threat to the barrier, and therefore to the Seireitei, reduced to a meager assault…
Commander Murasaki
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has had
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Enough.

Raising Shihōken above his head, the Commander unleashes the force of his Spiritual pressure. The very air begins to quake, the ground rumbling so violently that even structures outside of the barrier must be fortified lest they collapse from such tremors. Within the barrier, the wave of pressure which so violently erupts from the man is enough to lift and suspend all the rubble and wreckage remaining from the Kuchiki Manor high into the air. Visibility becomes near zero, as objects are reduced to clouds of dust, and a haunting purple aura permeates throughout the entire area, even the act of keeping one's eyes open becomes a testament of strength. Like a breath of air blowing out the wick of the candle, the miniature sun is immediately snuffed out under this new force of pressure.
The Hollow scum are engulfed by a crushing force which dwarfs any they have ever experienced before. The release of the Aku Hachi Hakkō, the arrival of the Captain Commander, are mere pebbles to the mountain of spiritual pressure they now face. The moment the Commander releases his Reiatsu, the three Hollows would not only experience the same disorientation and lack of oxygen or sensory input from before, but also find themselves colliding face first against the ground beneath them, their bodies splayed out in complete and utter subjugation. It is as though they experience gravity for the very first time, as though each of them are now the center of a black hole.
The pain, the pressure, the fear they would feel is so intense, that even in their primal state, these Hollows would do anything to make it stop. “Command us” their bodies would plead not with their useless minds, but with Shobatsu himself. Yet, as the pressure persists relentlessly, they would receive their silent answer, “No”.
CRACK!
Their natural defenses give in, the strength of their armor failing, the bone-like flesh of the Hollows would become riddled with fragmentations. The exteriors of their shells break off into fragments, revealing the true faces beneath their monstrous forms. Those with the sheer strength of will to have maintained consciousness for this long, will start to find their world turning black.
Yet, the barrage of pressure continues.
CRAAACK!
The torturous force does not let up. The full weight of Shobatsu’s spiritual pressure bares down upon their exposed bodies. Unable to resist at this point, the three of them would find their bones breaking from within their mangled bodies, their limbs snapping like twigs, their rib cages concaving inwards. The very ground beneath them begins to form into craters. Blood bursts from their mouths, their noses, their ears, and their eyes. It feels as though every organ in their body will soon explode from their heads. Even in their primal state they would know they are at death's door.
Still, the Commander persists.
CRAAAAAACK!
The barrier completely shatters. Exploding like a landmine into thousands of fragments of light. Those priestesses still in the air immediately plummet to the ground. Every Shinigami who chose to not heed the Kido Corps Warning, who currently surrounds the Kuchiki Manor, now feels the same effects as the Hollows before them. From unseated, to Captain, every soul immediately finds their bodies kneeling upon the ground, their heads thrusting themselves downwards in subjugation with such force that they dent the very stone. To an outsider, it may look as though they are a gathering of worshippers praying to some entity.
Then, it stops.
Click

The moment the Shinigami reach such humiliating positions, the force on their body ends, preventing them from sustaining any real damage. Shobatsu, sheathing his blade physically, also sheaths his power figuratively. Having utterly crushed the Hollow threat, he only permitted his power to be released long enough to shatter the barrier. The humbling positions his subordinates find themselves in, are simply a byproduct of the small fragment of power that escaped in the moment between the barrier shattering and Shobatsu’s energy halting.
All is completely, and utterly, silent. Dazed into submission, the chaotic and overwhelming events of the day have come to an end, replaced only by an unsettling peace. Shobatsu is the first, and only, to move. Sliding his sheathed Zanpakuto into the white sash around his waist, the giant of a man grabs the Aku Hachi Hakkō in one hand by the rope and tucks it under his arm. Calmly, slowly even, he strides over to the location of the three Vizard. Their bodies each would be broken, but returned to their Shinigami state, unconscious, but alive. With his freehand, he grabs each of them by the scruffs of their tattered Shihakusho, lifting them up with a single hand, he flings them over his shoulder as though they were nothing but a coat.
He turns now, standing atop the pile of rubble, atop the wreckage that he has wrought, to address the Shinigami he commands, who would just now be regaining their composure.
“Captain Kagayaki.”

In a violent burst of speed and strength, he launches the Aku Hachi Hakkō in the direction of the Tenth Captain. It twirls through the air, moving in a clear and straight path, not a drop of its purple liquid escaping. Its trajectory would take it directly to the chest of the large Captain with the intent that he should catch it.
“Take the artifact to Head Lieutenant Oki, in the First Division Barracks.”
Catching such a large and heavy artifact as the Evil Fermentation Pot, would require even the mighty Higen to use both of his arms, and all of his strength. A successful catch would mean that the Captain’s footing is forced to slide back against the cold stone ground, in resistance from the force of the throw.
“Captain Kojima.”

The Captain Commander’s full attention finds itself bearing down upon the likely unsuspecting Captain of the Ninth Division. Maho hated even witnessing Shobatsu’s presence, dreaded even being in the same location as him, how would he react now that he is the Commander sole focus?
“You are in command of this situation.”
He turns his back to the Shinigami now, the insignia blazoned across his Haori on display for all to see, the symbol of First. His Haori is pristine, flawless, not a speck of dust taints its pure white. This is a sharp contrast to the broken and battered bodies of the three Vizard that dangle limp in his grasp. Still, those horrified at the sight of their comrades’ states should feel grateful that they live at all, having seen what their state was prior to the Commander’s interference. Their gratitude, their hatred, all irrelevant to the man.
“The rest of you, go home.”

Simple orders, baring great and grave consequences should they be ignored. With those final words, just like that, the Commander makes his exit. Once more, he disappears as suddenly and unexpectedly as he had arrived, and with just as much warning. Again, no wind howls, no figure shimmers, no dust is kicked up, no whistle blows. He is once more, gone without a trace.
The Shinigami are once again, alone.
Southwest ———————————— traveling to ———————————— Northwest

 

[Shinigami]

Understanding you...

A thousand blades rage. A thousand more clash. Their relentless efforts never ending, these two battle on and own. Their clothing torn, as even some lasers of light find their way through. Blood falls like rain to an endless pit of darkness. Only their light is what illuminates this darkness. Only their battle continues to rage on, unsettled, until...
Arashi slips through...
A shunpo as seamless as one would slip on a glove. His appearance, chosen, before his inverted copy. He stumbles, backing up, his assault, just as well as Arashi's hushed, ceased in the fraction of a second. Darkness looms once again, both their blades remained as a light around their very beings. However, the inverted Arashi could not help but wonder why he stands before him like he is. Casual, without a defense, open to any form of attack. Even though he was, his inverted copy did nothing in that moment, startled, baffled by his sudden appearance.
"I accept you..."
Speaking to his copy, but in reality, speaking to himself. Understanding himself and all he has gone through. Accept the weakness he has carried for so long. Accepting the path he has chosen. The life he is given and yes, even this manifestation of everything that is negative with in his heart and soul. He steps forward, the inverted Arashi steps back. No words can form, only a look of disgust, but easily surpassed by a look of confusion. Another step he takes and still his inverted side remains reluctant in allowing his space to be invaded.
Soon he grows furious, his rage expressed through a single laser beam that moved to pierce Arashi's throat. His eyes never blinking, his vision never whisked away. Instead his hand moves, a flicker, faster than the laser beams that aims to leave a hole in Arashi's neck. The laser is caught, stopped completely. Slowly this beam of light manifests, changing, becoming a singular blade. Hoshizora is reformed. Held by the blade, Arashi's hand naturally bleeds, staining steel, riding the edge of the blade, before dripping away once a certain point is reached. The hand lowers, along with the blade, both their Shikai deactivated, just as quickly as they were activated.
Though, the inverted Arashi is without a blade. He scrambles, searching his waist, he finds nothing. Stunned by his current position, he still composes himself, raising his fists. Believing that even his hakuda is enough to best Arashi now.
"You think because you gained Hoshizora you can defe-"
His words silenced abruptly, by just a single touch, a hand upon his shoulder. Arashi had approached him, erasing the space between them faster than his perceptions, faster than his eyes could blink, faster than he could even remotely develop a single spec of a thought. A smile meets the inverted Arashi's eyes...

That trade mark, one can never become truly tired of it. His eyes closed, but still his gaze peeks through, he can see him clearly and now slowly watches as his visage begins to burn and crumble away slowly. The inverted Arashi's hands begin to drop slowly. Seeing that expression on his counter-parts face allowed him to see that he has truly accepted every part of his being.
"I'll always be around... Never forget that..."
His last and final words, his face soon matches the likes of Arashi. Both their smiles allowing for the darkness to brighten, to be decorated with points of light once again. Hoshiszora's warmth and presence given back, or rather, restored. His hand falls from what was once the shoulder of his inverted copy, he turns his head to the sword with in his hand. He flips it, catching it by the handle before sheathing his Zanpakuto.

The Inevitable Strike!

Even as the battle within concludes, this one continues. Intensifying by the second!

Fear, is that something a mindless brute this Hollow could feel? Is that emotion to be understood, expressed, seen by all who observe on the outside. No. As the strength of the Commander Muraski only furthers his thirst, his hunger to consume him at all cost. The thirst for power, becoming his inevitable demise. Even as unpredictable a Hollow is, the one fact remains, even the three of them can not best the likes of this man. The King of Beast. His absolution established the moment his feet touched the surface with in the barrier. With no sight, he still wields his blade just better than a master swordsman who still retains their sight. The Hollow's light thought to pierce him, to rip through his flesh and bone, to tear through that Haori that resonates the life and source of the Seireitei's will in its entirety. This Hollow could never care, could never understand.
Seemingly standing still, the commander acts at inconceivable speeds. Seen standing still, the tendrils of lights moving as fast as light are simply reflected, bouncing off and away. In such a fashion that those who would be considered collateral are spared by the light of death. The Hollow lowers it self, its eyes narrowing as if a visible frustration can be seen with in its beating eyes. His fingers and toes, digging into the crumbling surface beneath his feet, but before he could react, his partner readies an attack of its own. His plethora of hands utilized to deliver an onslaught of Kido and Ceros in tandem. However, a laser of light is sent towards the likes of the Hollowfied Arashi, who by instincts alone and nimble build removes himself from its path, but could the same be said for the Hollowfied Tenzen. The speed of his own attack used to snip away his arms like the wings of a fly.
Both Hollowfied beings become merely a distraction, allowing for the Hollowfied Yasu to create a viscous ball of heat and fire. A hellish display, holding strength to incinerate all things before it. Even the likes of the Hollowfied Tenzen and Arashi. His Hollowfied form moves away, searching for a place to shield himself from the immense power that is poured into such a massive attack. A howl sounds, as his Hollow build finds it self feeling scorched and burned alive. The pain being unbearable, but indirectly he is saved and spared any further pain due to the action of Commander Murasaki. A single strike, the air carried in a compressed and singular nature, the massive attack is halved in both strength and size.
Single handed, Commander Murasaki has created both a defensive flame and effectively rendered all of their attacks useless. Their combined efforts, proving no match for such a man, but through no teamwork, hardly any intelligence, how could even these Hollows hope to win against a more powerful foe who super seeds even their own unpredictable natures... As the bell tolls, their end is near, or so how these Hollows would feel. What can be considered mercy, such a term no longer exists. The Commander releases a force so great, unparalleled that even the likes of all three Hollow could not hope to contend.
Arashi's hollowed form soon crumbling away, breaking apart to reveal his former self. Even then, the weight of his spiritual pressure did not cease. His bones crushed, blood pouring from every opening: eyes, mouth, ears, nose. The pain is unimaginable as Arashi's yells in agony against such pressure. Not a finger, not a muscles, there is no ounce of motion he can make to stop this unforeseen force from crushing his body into dust... Even the barrier gives away, even the bystanders become collateral, subjugated to Commander Murasaki's might! No one is safe... No one could stop him...

CLICK!
A sounds that becomes the beacon to relief, but even with the pressure lifted, Arashi's body is broken beyond measure. Utterly crushed, defeated, not as himself, but as a Hollow. A single eye opening, blurred in vision, but still he could make out what he saw. The Commander... His vision going dark, effectively passing out from the pain before his body could be picked up and carried away...

 

[Shinigami]

The situation was beginning to spiral out of control for the Kido Corps as it seemed like more individuals were closing in on the 6th Division Barracks despite their clear and obvious warning for trespassers. A lone Priestess, although indistinguishable from the others seems to be leading this quarantine operation, starts to wonder if a kill on sight order would have deterred visitors. She glances at the sky and takes notice of the 6th Division Shinigami, Shusuke Kiyoshi battling against the 13th Division's Oyama Hoshi. She does not want others to take an example from this and attempt to fight back against their authority and so, ever so slightly, her heels lift she stands on the balls of her feet ready to use Shunpo and subdue the blue-haired menace herself. Before she could finish this thought the 6th Division barracks are surrounded by the very keepers of Maggots Nest, the assassin hive of 2nd Division and on her flank was none other than their leader, their Captain, Kyomu Mukuro.
"Let me into that barrier.”
As these words were reaching her ears she started to turn around to face the Captain who would be so bold as to request- No, demand entry into the barrier. As she was turning the possibility of the 2nd Division and Kido Corps facing off against one another ran through her mind. But once she turned to face the Captain she was met by a massive looming shadow, it was the looming shadow of the Captain Commander.
"No."
The Priestess had no reason to speak after this, although unseen she began to break out in a nervous sweat at the mere sight of the Commander. Being this close to him was more than enough to make her uneasy but hopefully, with his presence, the escalation of the current situation should come to a halt. So she believed.

Dozens of other Priestesses lent their strength and aid to the barrier, bolstering its strength against whatever pushed against it from within. Nothing was to get in or out, these were the orders of their Grand Chief and up to this point, they have followed that order until Commander Murasaki arrived. He managed to slip inside the barrier, the Priestesses did not flinch at this but the soldiers of the Kido Corps were baffled. No physical tampering, no sense of Reiryoku making contact with the barrier, no spells or abilities could be sensed or felt. The soldiers gave their reactions to this bizarre situation, saying such things as "How?" "When did he get in?" "Was it his Zanpakuto?" "Does he know a counterspell?" And so on. They had the best spots in the entire barracks to witness what was happening inside and coincidentally they also had the worst seats. The Commander unleashes a concentrated burst of Reiatsu that crashes against the roof of the barrier. The troops fall to a knee, the weight of the Commander's Reiatsu crashing against the barrier made them struggle to maintain it and keep their upright posture. The Priestesses, while able to keep their upright posture, were able to remain standing and keep the focus on the barrier. Their bodies felt like they were alight with flames, their bodies wanting to crumble like ashes with a fever rushing over them threatening to render them unconscious. Lucky for them the Commander halts his Reiatsu and allows them a moment of peace and clarity, the troops that had originally cast the barrier remained on a single knee as the force was much more punishing to them.
From their positions, they saw it all, the twisted form of the Shinigami tainted by the Pots vile nature, the attacks against the Commander and the Commander's response to each attack. The lot of them could have never anticipated what happened next. Waves of the Reiatsu erupt from the Commander, each wave cracking the barrier, and putting stress and strain on those who maintain it. It hits like waves before finally...
CRAAAAAACK!
The barrier shatters like a glass ball hitting concrete. The Priestesses plummet to the ground pumping out what Reiryoku they could to mitigate the damage from the fall. The spells that bound Katsuo shatter as everyone within the 6th Divison Barracks drops to their knees. As soon as they were on their knees the pressure is lifted from them and once they take notice the troops of the Kido Corps rush to their Priestesses' aid, helping them up, asking if they are hurt or need medical attention. They all seemed to be well, aside from the fatigue of reinforcing the barrier. Their attention shifts toward the Commander who currently carriers their Chief's broken and unconscious body like a coat along with the other three Shinigami who were afflicted by the Pot's magic. The Priestess who had taken charge regains her composure and looks around at the scene, the words from the Commander were clear, the Division 9 Captain is now in command of this situation.
"The Captain Commander has spoken, gather our injured and dead, then return to the Headquarters... That is all."
The first to leave were the Priestesses and their guards, they are gone like a wisp of wind on a hot summer day. The next to leave was the remainder of the Kido Corps troop who gathered their injured and, unfortunately, dead comrades using a variety of Kido barriers to carrying them and bit by bit the reclusive Kido Corps vanished from the area until there was no trace of them left. They return to their reclusive nature waiting for the next time they are needed to make their presence known to the Seireitei.

 

[Shinigami]

Before his onslaught of Kido and Cero are washed away by a wall of purple flames, before he is dropped to the ground and crushed by the Reiatsu of the Captain Commander, and before he loses consciousness with the last thing he sees is the Commander a compromise is reached with his Inner Hollow.
"First things first! You have to embrace your violent side a little more! We can't keep suppressing that, it's part of who we are, it's in our blood and we must embrace it!"
"I understand, change can not happen immediately, it takes time. However, I will do what I can to embrace this change for us. For my side of things please do not intrude my thoughts. We know one of our most powerful assets is our thought process, it will be hindered if you keep intruding."
"So you want me to fade into your subconscious or something!? That-"
"No, I don't want you doing that. I just would like you to remain silent, much like Kokūzō does. I will speak to you when I need to, but do not speak to me."
The Inner Hollow can't exactly say that is a bad deal, he doesn't have to hide away entirely. He looks around at the world and it has returned to normal. The ever still waters, the blue sky dotted with white clouds... It was not his favorite look for the place, almost sickening and that gives him an idea.
"So you don't want me in your subconscious, right? And I'm not the biggest fan of this world, it doesn't show this so-called balance you want."
"I see..."
Tenzen closes his eyes and from where he stands the water turns blood-red, stretching out to the horizon. The Hollow's eyes widen, he kneels down and touches the water and his hand slips through. This was strange considering the water acts like solid ground. He indulges his curiosity and allows himself to sink into the crimson water and on the other side waited the endless amount of corpses, the many victims of Tenzen from his centuries of service to the Gotei 13. The Hollow grinned from ear to ear and moves back to Tenzen's "side".
"A place of endless combat, a never ender torrent of violence and aggression! Are you sure you want to supply me with such a gift? You worked really hard drowning all of that out."
Tenzen nods, "We want balance and..." Tenzen looks at the crimson water and the corpses that float within it, "The best way to obtain it is to put everything about ourselves out in the open. You are the manifestation of my aggressiveness and my urge to fight. You need to maintain those properties if you wish for me to make use of them."
The Inner Hollow grins putting his hands on his hips and looking down at his new home. He nods his head, happy with how things are proceeding so far, then it dawns on him, the one things that he wants to compromise on the most. He turns to look at Tenzen, a menacing expression warps his face as he storms up to Tenzen and grabs him by his collar. He grits his teeth and speaks.
"Cut your damn hair! It looks stupid!"
"No."
Tenzen responds swiftly and without hesitation which catches the Hollow off guard, he didn't even try to consider it. He lets go of Tenzen's collar and gives him a confused look he is genuinely confused by this sudden answer.
"Huh? Why?"
"I like my hair the way it is. It's also irrelevant in this discussion."
The Hollow grits his teeth and paces back and forth trying to think up a valid argument for the change and the idea strikes him like lightning being drawn to a metal rod.
"I want some of ME to shine through! More than just behavior! This is our body, right? So it shouldn't be too much of a hassle, hell it'll be the easiest change to make!"
Sigh "I'll see what I can do then... For now, let's suspend this talk. Give me back control of my body, please."
Outside Tenzen loses the majority of his extra limbs, dropping to the ground with a resounding thud. He glances at his missing limbs, luckily for him his original primary arms remained intact, still holding his Zanpakuto. Puzzled at first by how fast his limbs were severed then furious his attention snaps forward only to bare witness to his attack being swallowed by a wall of flames. He roars with a frustrated fury ready to regrow his limbs and leap over the wall of flames but he is halted by the sight of Yasu Yugure summoning up a massive cero. The abomination tilts its head and watches, almost mesmerized, the Cero grow in size. It's destructive nature wanted so badly to see the effects of this attack carried out, to see how this Shinigami would respond to such a powerful attack. Its wish is granted, half of it at least, a sudden gust of wind that originated from the Shinigami Commander causing the abomination to lift its arms to protect its face from debris, even its eyes close slightly. Lowering its arms and opening its eyes his attention returns to the beautiful fireball of destruction... And... It is in half. Its power halved along with it no more powerful than the average Cero. The destruction the abomination wanted to witness was taken from him and he would be sure the Shinigami before he will feel his wrath. Its focus shifts to regenerating its lost limbs, focusing so much on this it fails to notice the Commander raising his Zanpakuto into the air, fails to notice the ground rumbling violently and fails to notice the rubble within the barrier rising above their heads. So intuned, so focused on regeneration it would be blindsided by the crushing force from the Commander's Reiatsu.
Slamming face-first into the ground the abomination starts to panic, unable to breathe and unable to move all it could do is howl with fear and panic. Pain courses through its body and it wants to flee, it wants to run far away from here. It would have rathered fought against the other two Hollows than experience this pain. It howls in pain and then it hears the one sound no living creature wants to hear echo form their body.
CRACK!
"You sure you want control back right? As in right this second?"
"Yes!"
Its body begins cracking, the limbs that were not severed start to form multiple hairline fractures leading all the way back to the main body. The abomination lets out a low growl of pain, the air torn from its lungs renders it unable to fully express the pain it is feeling. It wanted this pain and torment to end, it would like to run away and never show itself to the world again if it meant an end to the pain. It receives no mercy.
CRAAACK!
"Okay then!"
A cruel joke is played upon Tenzen. To call it a cruel joke is like calling a nuclear bomb a firecracker. Tenzen regains control of his body only to feel his bones snapping like twigs, his very body being crushed by the Captain Commanders Reiatsu. Blood rushes and gushes from every orifice on his head, it so badly wants to curse his Inner Hollow for this but he is physically unable. The ground beneath him sinks in much like his chest cavity sinks in, crushing his internal organs. With no other source to release his pain, he could only grip his Zanpakuto tighter, the best he is able to at least. He has no clue what has transpired since his Inner Hollow took over, whatever happened the Commander had to take care of it personally and honestly... Tenzen doesn't mind. To be killed by Commander Murasaki is an honor, a man his entire clans consider to be the Ideal Leader, or if correct Oda terminology is used the Ideal Warlord. Tenzen awaits his death without protest at this point, accepting it as an honor and punishment for losing the Aku Hachi Hakkō to Shirogane.
CRAAAAAACK!
That is the last sound the Oda hears as his consciousness leaves him, the last thing he witnesses is the Commander sheathing his blade and relieving the pressure he used to punish them. His last thought is that he is alive for now but may die when his consciousness finally slips out of his grasp and once again, he is fine with that. Tenzen lays on the ground, unconscious and when the Commander picks him up and tosses him over his shoulder in the Oda's hands, still gripped tightly by his broken and battered hands is his Zanpakuto. From a young age, he was taught never to drop his blade, no matter what pain he felt or suffered, never drop it. Even if he dies he must not release that blade, he will take that blade to his next life and continue clutching it until he ceases to exist. Even against the weight of the Commanders Reiatsu, he did not relinquish his grip on his Zanpakuto. It will be pried from his hands once he and the other Vizards reach their destination of Division 12.

 

[Shinigami]

Ignored. Angrily Katsuo gritted his teeth, was he really that insignificant to others? He blinked, looking back toward the barrier as the man Katsuo thought he saw perhaps one time before, but many years ago.. too hysterical to even remember back that far, took and turned around ALL of those Hollow attacks… Arashi's attack was the most important one, he felt, watching the man disperse it the way he did made Katsuo watch in awe. He looked down, thinking he may have an idea as to how to deal with Arashi if they ever got into another training session again… if he ever saw him again after this.
“What.. are.. these… Monsters??!”
Katsuo blinked, and looked back at the captains, Murkuro was already gone, but the other two, Higen, and the brown haired one were still there. He'd not think something like that would come out of Higen's mouth… Katsuo looked at the man as if he'd lost a lot of respect for him… the man that risked his life to save the south Rukon… calling his own brothers in Arms monsters?! They were in trouble and needed help, they risked their lives to, what Katsuo assumed was to seal the very thing the captain commander brought back… that pot must have been to blame, not Arashi, Tenzen, and that… poor pink haired girl.
How could you… tch… how could you say that? Monsters?! They saved YOU from possibly turning into one.. they… they saved all of us…
Katsuo thought as he struggled to break free of his binds again. He didn't care if it killed him he felt like punching Higen in the face for calling them monsters, but it was no use. He darted his eyes back to the interior of the barrier and went pale. After talking in all of those attacks it seemed as though the commander had had enough, and was fully prepared to unleash something even Katsuo was unprepared for. This was it… he could feel the pain already, though there was not a cut on his body, the pain he felt as a child and losing his friends in the Rukon.. he was going to feel it all over again.
Through the pain his mind went blank in those moments, though his eyes remained open through it all his mind wasn't there, but rather in the past, in the weeks he was adopted by the Oda.
"AAAAAAGGGHHH!"
The quiet, peaceful night at the Oda manor was ruined by the sound of a young boy screaming, kicking violently as he awoke from a night captured in his own memories. The worst he envisioned yet. Servants running rampant yo try and stop his terror, only to be stopped by a woman, who stopped them at the door. She dare not open the room. It pained her deeply to hear the cries but she knew what was best for her second son.. though not of blood she loved him just as much as she loved Tenzen. Ten'yuu Oda, the headmistress of the clan and wife to the head, Kyoki Oda. They both heard his cries in the middle of the night, and since his adoption, readied the same remedy.
"Let the boy cry."
She'd say, dismissing the servants. They bowed respectfully and walked back. The child's fearful and mournful wails in the distance. Ten'yuu wanted her boys to be tough. She wanted Katsuo to learn that death was a part of battle, and he'd suffer more losses like this. She let him cry, each and every night his post traumatic stress woke him, it seemed as though by the next morning he'd forgotten it even happened, and went on, carrying a happy face. Unaware on the inside, he was screaming.
Katsuo, never felt strong enough. Not as in pure strength, but strong enough to deal with loss. His heart was weak. Weak enough that he let a beast control himself to kill the Rogue Shinigami that killed his friends like a wolverine.
"Am I really.. strong enough to loose them again.. the people I care about…"
Visions of him pranking Oya on their break from training or shift changes, that one time he put hot sauce in Arashi's tea, but Arashi knew about it and swapped cups.. the days he and Tenzen spent in the yard training for battle. He wanted to protect those memories. He wanted to protect the people.
"Yes. You are. Stop bullcraping yourself!"
"Yes. You are. Now be the Oda you're supposed to be."
It was Eikogitsune… he could hear her. She wasn't far. That's right. The one being that stuck by Katsuo's side and even kicked it a couple times when he got out of line. He nodded to her in his head, and things for Katsuo snapped back into reality. Katsuo knew what he must do to achieve his goals. If he survived this… he needed to be the leader he was born to be. He would show all Shinigami, true strength, came from the love in one's heart, that they shared. This was never about losing the ones he cared about… it was all for gaining the strength to protect them… failure was not an option. Make sure they are ready to defend themselves. Somehow he admired the Oda even more now. Their love of battle, and their calculated decisions… he understood. They didn't let their emotions guide them, not in battle, not when it really mattered.
In his daze the barrier shattered, under the commander's sheer power and strength. The pressure affected his body as the kido that restricted his movement before became bearable, the pressure weighing down on Katsuo was like a Coffin, a steel box, crushing his body. When the pressure stopped and the battle had ended, Katsuo fluttered his eyes back to life, out of his daze. He was too exhausted now, to even react to Arashi and Tenzen's broken bodies from the blast. As it was he was too tired to even get up after the Kido Corps left. He was free to move again but too tired to do so. The commander had left, and taken the three former hollowfied beings with him… giving control of the situation to the Division 9 captain.. he heard that much, before he rolled his eyes back and passed out, but barely visible, he gave a weak smile. He saw it. Tenzen never let go of his Zanpakuto. It dragged the ground, it's steel against dirt sound the last noise ringing in Katsuo's ears. It gave him a weird sense of peace. He knew the Oda, he knew what it meant when they still gripped their swords. Tenzen was alive, and nobody was going to tell him otherwise.
Tenzen.. Arashi… Oya… Everyone I'm sorry, for making such a fuss. I'll make it up to you all.. if I ever see you again..
As he passed out there he made himself a pact, never again will he be this weak… not if he could help it.