[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Southwest Seireitei

[Shinigami]

Emitting much smoke, Shusuke, having taken a step, turned up elsewhere. Again and again, he had uttered and launched Hadō #4. Byakurai. He had wanted the first victim of the Hado to be Jatiri; however, for the duration of Shusuke's step and a time after its completion, Jatiri was nowhere. He was nowhere to receive bolts of lightning from the Hado, nowhere to be targetted by anyone. He, eventually, popped up once more on the opposite side of the courtyard, not near Hideaki, who unleashed his Reiatsu. No, Jatiri was now nearest of the four to fleeing bystanders of the Sixth. Not only did he reappear, but he reappeared displaying a weapon, his Reiatsu. Waves of the sky-blue Reiatsu, which had encircled him, had formed fissures in the ground immediately. He would not let up on the weapon he had spent much time having strengthened.
He had spent the most time on it after his brief fight with captain Asakura many moons ago. Although he hadn't lacked in Reiatsu at the time of the fight, the fight's outcome had driven him to reinforce his strengths, one of which being Reiatsu. He had managed to strengthen it by having better controlled his pool of Reiryoku. He didn't have the largest pool of Reiryoku around, but he masterfully controlled that which he did have to an extent uncanny. However, having attained this degree of control had come at a price.
At some point, having trained to achieve the control and improve in other skills had greatly occupied him and had made him neglectful of his duties. Eventually, once Yasu had become captain of the Ninth, she had demoted him, having believed he had been unfit to fill the shoes of a third-seat rank. Since then, he had learned to balance his training and duties. Besides having trained to better his Reiatsu, over the years, he had also trained to better his Shunpo, which had been instrumental in having brought him away from Shusuke's attacks today.
Having performed a specific advanced Shunpo technique moments ago, Jatiri had displayed how far he had come in the past 100 years. To have gone from having been unfamiliar with the technique to have had it down in a relatively small amount of time had been a big deal to him, still was. Aside from the mere use of the technique, its speed had been a sign of maturity in his Shunpo. Picking up the pace of his Shunpo was partly what Jatiri now thought to do as things around him had been and were continuing to heat up.
From where he was, he got a glimpse of members of the Sixth fleeing. Where did one of them think they were going with his Zanpakuto? His gaze intensifying, he didn't like what he had seen. The one he had handed his Zanpakuto to wouldn't get far. That much was clear to him. Hardly a moment after his feet had touched the ground, they came up again, one after the other. To make out his form, much less target him, was more than unlikely. He made off speedily without wasting time. Right before Jatiri did, Shusuke had commenced another step.
Should bolts from Shusuke's Hado travel to where Jatiri had been, they would only fill unoccupied space. Shusuke would have no luck with landing his bolts on Jatiri, but what of Sora and Hideaki? Were they victims of his bolts?
Jatiri didn't have a chance to see. He was busy advancing, and as he was doing so, his Reiatsu continued growing. Extending for miles, it kept the smoke in the area at bay. Despite what Shusuke had assumed about Jatiri's Reiatsu, it was more than formidable. Its formidability didn't take away from Shusuke's Reiatsu but proved his Reiatsu wasn't the only one in the courtyard tremendous, more than tremendous... Resisting the effect of Shusuke's more than tremendous Reiatsu had been Jatiri's.
Shusuke's Reiatsu had not impeded Jatiri's movement. It would not hinder him from reaching what he was after. Arriving at the entrance of a building, he seized his Zanpakuto. As he had arrived there, Sixth shinigami had plummeted to the ground. They could not move a muscle if they wanted.
Boom
At the moment, what they wanted was not too important to him. What he wanted was to get to the bottom of the sudden surge of vibrations he had felt. They had come from... there. There was not too far from a wall. There stood rather distinct men, one of whom had had his Reiatsu present for some time, and the other had only just released his Reiatsu. Needless to say, neither of them attempted to run inside the building behind Jatiri like the unseated Sixth shinigami.
Of the two men, one of them commenced an action that caused Shusuke to speed away, caused Sora to get creative with Bakudo #37. The other man empowered his partner's action with one of his own. The result was accelerating spherical objects and a widening arc of Reiatsu. Standing where he was, quite distanced from those he had been playing cops and robbers with, Jatiri was unlikely to be caught by the arc or orbs. Unless an orb scattered toward him, he was not in any danger. However, should an orb, even shrapnel, manage to fly in his direction, he would relocate by a wall not far from him to protect himself.
Jatiri wouldn't retaliate against the two, not yet. There was much he didn't know about them. It would be unwise if he did anything other than observing them and defending himself for now. With the two men hungry for battle and Sora releasing Shikai, more violence and chaos were well on their way.

 

[Shinigami]

This game of theirs had turned into an absolute field of chaos. Hideaki’s surge of reiatsu, currently was no match for Shusuke’s. He was well above the level of Fuku-taicho. Captain level and a very equal match to them, however, Hideaki held back most of his reiatsu as well and had focused on condensing his spiritual pressure enough to shield him from Shusuke’s abilities. Now the entire place was covered in thick black fog, Shusuke’s abilities were nasty at best. Not being able to hear, smell, or see anything was a terrifying sense of not sensing anything at all.
Hideaki’s response to this darkness? Since he could not see or hear, he simply closed his eyes and stood there. There was something Shusuke could not control, the vibrations of movements on the ground. What did Hideaki learn in the past 100 years that he was absent from the Sereitei? Swinging down a sword was not all that the man did. He learned to hone his abilities with Amakaze by being one with nature, hunting, and thus adapting his instincts well. It was one of Amakaze’s conditions. The wolf spirit demanded that Hideaki would learn to survive on his own. This was part of ‘that’ training. It would remain a secret for now. Focusing on vibrations from the ground, Hideaki took notice of the two men, who were watching from behind the wall, had started to move as well, and they were the easiest to feel out from beneath his feet, because they didn’t bother to be gentle, in fact they were so rigid, Hideaki thought, inside his head, ‘’Heh, 11th Division are as noisy as ever..’’, and then a sudden explosion, that threw shrapnel in all directions, this was felt as the explosion happened upon the ground, sending massive vibrations toward the man’s feet. Hideaki’s instincts kicked in and he simply moved out of the way, his flash-step was as fast as ever, appearing right where Amakaze was left. At the same time, Hideaki had managed to avoid the lightning bolts that were fired by Shusuke, the only man Hideaki could not feel coming. That man’s step was as light as ever it seemed.
Throughout all this commotion, the only one Hideaki could hear the entire time was Amakaze’s voice, calling out to him from deep within his mind. What was clear was that whoever was stuck within the black smog, should not be able to hear, smell or see, just like Hideaki could not. So the playing field was the same for Jatiri, Sora and the two from 11th division. Presuming that Shusuke obviously could do all of those, this was his field. Meaning, the only one with a true advantage. One of the men from 11th jumped high off the ground and shouted out, ‘’BANKAI!!!’’, well even though the man was bluffing, unfortunately to most people, that would fall into deaf ears and have zero effect on any of the combatants stuck within the smoke.
Being where Amakaze was left, Hideaki reached for his zanpakuto with his left hand, grasping the blade from it’s sheath. Placing his right hand upon the wall in front of him, that allowed Hideaki to know exactly where he was. Sure it was 100 years since Hideaki was around the 6th division barracks, but the place hadn’t changed it’s location. Now with Amakaze in hand, Hideaki’s spiritual pressure continued to rise, forcing and clashing against Shusuke’s just to keep the crushing effect at bay. Hideaki decided that Shusuke was not a priority, since the two from the 11th division decided to barge in and attack viciously and underhandedly. This was after all the 11th division, no class and just a bunch of ruffians who think they can get away with doing whatever they wished.
To that end, Hideaki moved, swiftly dashing toward the vibrations the men from 11th were releasing, or at least the one who was still on the ground. As he moved, he placed his zanpakuto beside him, near to his waist whilst keeping his right hand slightly above the hilt of the sword, moving fast toward the target, though he could not see or hear, he felt the vibrations that were coming from beneath his feet. Finally, Hideaki pushed into a high-speed shunpo, flashing forward like a shadow and finally, stopping hard by planting his left foot in front, crushing the ground beneath him and drawing out his zanpakuto, swinging the blade from the side of his waist and up in a horizontal strike, the art of battojutsu. Releasing a slash so powerful, it sliced through the smoke and aimed to sever Hiroka across his upper body and left shoulder, and it wasn’t finished, then Hideaki grabbed the hilt with his left hand, doubling the power, shifted the blade and let it move down in a downward slash, aiming to cut Hiroka across the same shoulder, the second slash releasing a greater force behind it, the air generated from the blade, would slice through walls and building cleanly. Hideaki’s intentions were to completely immobilize his current target by landing two vicious slashes which would be life threatening to this target. This man now became serious, because these two before him, he considered to be assailants, who posed a threat to him and the other members of his beloved division. There was no use speaking toward his new targets, as sound itself was nullified. Hideaki hoped to at least feel a response from his blade as he stood there, sword drawn.
Meanwhile, in his mind, he continuously thought of Sora and the man’s whereabouts, hoping he was okay. Sensing ever so slightly in the opposite direction the vibrations that were continuously coming from behind him. Was that Sora or Jatiri? Probably Sora, Jatiri was a swift little bugger, Hideaki lost track of him since the game started and even after it was rudely interrupted.

 

[Shinigami]

The Infernal of the Eleventh
Darkness was cast by the all consuming smoke of the Ninth's Lieutenant, hindering the senses and cloaking its source. It was if the cloud itself was the entirety of the Shinigami who called upon it. Hiroka's own release of spiritual pressure managed to keep the haze at bay but at its current state failed to do more than create a small parameter. The continuous flow burnt the very air around him, drawing the smoke towards the heavens with the scaling heat. His left hand lowered to the hilt of the weapon that rested on his right hip, gripping it firmly as he released it from its prison. Flicking the Zanpakuto outward to his side, he cemented his footing and focused solely on the shifting energies that surrounded him. Lack of sight meant nothing to him, nor did the weighted exhaust.
Where this was a game for the original participants, this was one of opportunity for Hiroka. A chance to test the mettle of those who wear a different banner, the ones who do not serve solely the purpose of absolute subjugation. His body did not move an inch, observing only with his perfected Reikaku. All parties were handling the situation as they deemed necessary, some requiring a bit more to counteract previously set efforts. He did not hold concern at all for his partner, it was on him to handle his own wellbeing. He had faith in his proficiency to at the very least teach this others that their division was not to be crossed. There was only real question in the events unfolding. Should he seek out the Vice Captain that hid from direct confrontation? Or instead wither down the numbers by incapacitating the other combatants?
Hiroka applied more weight upon the fractured ground beneath him, dividing the pieces even so slight apart even more. A trap had been set for any who decide to approach without caution for themselves. It was unlikely to come from those that prioritized retreat or the man who would rather play hide and seek than clash head on. On one hand he could not fault those tactics, but it was neither here nor there, he'd give anyone bold enough to seek him out a free ticket to the Fourth. He closed his eyes, only focusing on Reiatsu and any shifts within the surrounding atmosphere.
Hiroka did not need to finish his decision on who to confront, for one of the participants had charged for him instead. That was it. The burning will of someone who had it within them to battle it out unshackled by gimmicks. Ikarihime shared the sentiment of her companion and was eager to burrow her claws into those that oppose them. Her desires had always been paved in an insatiable rage to absolutely vanquish those that dare to get within their path.
Breaking through the smog came an unfamiliar and audacious soul, primed to land a potentially mortal blow upon the towering man. A decisive strike, formed with a well structured form. Commendable but futile. The tan-skinned male brought his weapon inward aligned with his own chest and in an instant, swiping it diagonally towards the opposing swipe. Hiroka's swing housed a force on its own that could cleanly sever through a body as if it was made of paper, lucky for Hideaki that was not where it was targeted.
Forced into silence by the cloaked lieutenant, the collision of their blades contained no sound, but the impact was definitively born of a destructive purpose. Spiritual energy hugged the entirety of the weapon, reinforcing its intent. Not only was the attack negated but Ikarihime sunk into the other sword. This blow had the vigor of four powers within it, the colossal raw strength of the Burst Prince, the searing thermal emission, the weighted smoke, and the applied enhancement. A small portion of damage to the rival's Zanpakuto would be the best case scenario for the smaller Shinigami. Though it was entirely possible if he failed to pull back... It could be completely bisected. Hiroka did not care to spare the opposition of hospitalization, all that mattered was that they did not perish.
Hideaki would not find ease in trying to save his dividing armament. The Eleventh's Fourth Seat swiftly glided his foot forward, where it had been smashing prior, collapsing the floor's stability in the direction of the other Shinigami. This created uneven earth, something that likely displaced his opponent's footing. A versatile trap laid the moment he had entered the battle. Surely this finished what could be done in this moment. How far was this monster willing to go? Would he absolutely obliterate the other in one chain of actions? He had to have some semblance of mercy.
Wrong.
The shifting of his stance did not solely act as a way to offset Hideaki, but a method to alternate into a stance that rooted his frame. Raising his spare hand level with his chin, his muscles drank his Reiryoku greedily, cramming them to the brim with ruinous potential. Constructing a fist the male descended the limb upon the Sixth Division member. The technique had a name, Ikkotsu, a punch that had a catastrophic impact limited only by the practitioner's might. Hiroka's target was that of Hideaki's left shoulder. Should it connect it would completely shatter the bones at the site of contact, absolutely rendering that whole appendage useless. There was no time to waste time thinking, retaliation had to be executed reactively. This unforgiving assault had been sent out with a look from the Fourth Seat that was that of a devil. The die was cast and salvation was fleeting.

 

[Shinigami]

Let there be Carnage
It soon became evident that the pink smoke that concealed the combatants below only was nothing more than a prelude to his true intentions. He continued his ascension in the air only for his words of deception to quickly become muffled along with his sense of sight as the black smoke blanketed all of the 6th division. The weight this smoke strangely carried grounded all under it so it seemed, but Lt Shusuke would soon learn that if he wished to stop 11th division this was merely not enough. Their division barracks were completely weighted making just ordinary obituary tasks like eating and drinking an unbearable challenge to any outsiders. The thoughts of how predictable tactics all spiritual-aware beings falter to struck his mind by immediately reverting to try to subjugate their opponents with reiatsu. Although, the unique property of his reiatsu turning him into a walking chimney was an interesting turn of events yet this offered no salvation to his former 6th division members from his wrath. With the weight of the smoke catching Shoumetsu initially off guard he descended a few feet from the air but remained airborne taking advantage of the heaviness of this smoke. He kicked off in the air like he originally attended powering through the smoke unphased already managing to adjust how much strength he needed to use to continue to traverse normally through it which would have shocked Shusuke who expected his movements to be slowed. Hideaki made one grave mistake that would have cost him greatly, ignoring the advance of Shoumetsu entirely, deciding to head directly toward his comrade Hiroka to engage him. With his prey still exerting his reiatsu to try to fend off the smoke emitted by Lt Shusuke reiatsu, Shoumetsu did the exact opposite concealing his reiatsu away to make him undetectable while he continued on his warpath. This unfortunate turn of events caused Hideaki to pass directly across Shoumetsu range of attack while he charged to his target, simply making a rapid rotation the moment he went by but to his opponent just seemed like blur moved through the smoke swiftly.
Somebody who only saw the 11th division as nothing more than ruffians was destined to be crushed by them without prejudice. Were they ruffians? Yes. At times did they show no class? Yes. Were they much more than they let on? Damn straight. What this 6th division member failed to see is these so-called ruffians were the sword of Soul Society they depended on. These were the beasts all of the Gotei 13 called on to change the tides of war or when they needed help and lived for fighting. This is what separates the 11th Division from the others and makes them the strongest division. Anyone who failed to realize this would always fall before these beasts might. For Hideaki ignorance caused Shoumetsu to exact absolute punishment and engrave this lesson into his very being. Now knowing that Hideaki was going to be occupied by Hiroka, he averted his focus on finding Lt Shusuke. Around this time during the clash between Hideaki and Hiroka as he drew his sword on his ally the injuries now began to manifest from the high-speed zanjutsu technique Senmaioroshi. At that time they crossed paths Shoumetsu attacked with extreme precision striking in a specific pattern causing severe bruises to manifest on his body forming the insignia of the 11th division. Whatever fate was to befall his former prey who would have suffered internal damage from the attack was no longer of his concern. He senses the others' reiatsu signatures waiting idly for Shusuke to make the first attack, but Shoumetsu had no plan of giving him such a luxury. How long did he think he could run and hide away in his smoke? He didn’t need to look back nor waste any concerns for his friend being targeted because he had full trust in his powers continuing forward in his actions. The second his feet touched the ground sliding across it, he quickly removed his arms from the sleeves of the Shihakushō so it fell loosely to his waist revealing his scarred chest. The two artificial arms on his back moved with the left artificial arm holding a pouch with black powder, and the right artificial arm using it to draw a circle on his stomach with four quadrants each containing a unique symbol inside of it. Once this was finished he slapped his palm onto the circle at the same time taking off again into the air to not lose his momentum, and the drawn circle created a blue light.
” Heart of the south, the eye of the north, finger of the west, foot of the east, arrive with the wind and depart with the rain."
It was time to show the 6th division the true gap between them and the 11th division battle experience immediately following up with an after-incantation chant to Bakudo #58 Kakushitsuijaku. The excitement that dwelled inside of him only grew more intense when he felt the spike of reiatsu from somebody releasing their Shikai, and for the first time since Shoumetsu joined this battle he unsheathed his katana. Now the artificial arms held within their grasp the saya to his katana and one of his zanpakuto kodachi. Not making the mistake to Lt Shusuke lightly he decided to take him on by using the traditional long sword and short sword fighting style since at the current moment they were fighting him in something he had the advantage in. Despite that this never deterred him from his advance through the smoke and the moment it managed to lock onto Shusuke coordinates instead of clashing with him head-on, he would instead find his path cut off by Shoumetsu katana slashing directly in his path endangering him from suffering a lethal gash straight down his face to the body with the added weight of his reiatsu amplifying the power of this downward slash. The power placed into this attack transferred all of his built-up momenta into this only increasing its speed and strength making it so even if it was blocked or dodged the force in it alone was enough to shatter the ground beneath him. However, cutting him off and finding him in his smoke wouldn’t be the only feat accomplished by Shoumetsu, but the fact he was using the properties of this bakudo offensively. As long as the drawn circle on his chest remained active displaying the coordinates of Shusuke, Shoumetsu not only used that to track him but its effect to heighten the user's senses and awareness to seize a target to enhance his combat prowess. This allowed him to pick up on some of the subtle changes and fluctuations within the smoke and using his reiatsu senses to detect where the barely noticeable difference where the reiatsu in the smoke happened to be slightly stronger because of his constant emission from the source. From this point on Lt. Shusuke would learn what it truly meant to be hunted by a beast of carnage as he witnessed the wide sadistic grin that eagerly greeted him.
The carnage is not the end of something. Rather, it can be the beginning of everything. And the manner in which the carnage serves us will depend on how we see it.

 

[Shinigami]

Soft. They had grown soft in his absence. We're these the Bengoshi he raised? We're these the men of the Sixth Division he cared for long after his departure? He could only ask himself who were these men before him? While he knew he had more experience due to his vast life experiences as both an Adjudicator and Shinigami, the gap that existed between him and his former subordinates was grimly obvious. The smoke itself still present, still ever thick as the pitch black fog loitered and doused out any semblance of natural light, forcing the combatants within to utilize their own inner energies to not only create a reliable sense for themselves but to combat the sheer weight and potential of the Vice-Captain's reiatsu. Their collective first mistake. While an obvious and simple band-aid fix on a direly bleak situation, the expenditure of reiatsu wasn't that simple enough to combat this particular energy. The added weight and pressure from Shusuke at its current level and output, increasing slowly at an incremental rate in which would force further strain on the intangible muscle called Reiryoku of any and all enemies within his Reiatsu. Meaning, while they can indeed combat the smoke and move freely within it for a time, extended use of one's inner energies could immediately be draining, leading to easier exposure to added effects from the Lieutenants spiritual prowess. Hideaki, surely surprised by the true level of power displayed by his former peer, raised his own reiatsu in competition with a Captain-class opponent. Never reaching such levels, as the strength in his body would fade by the passing seconds leading to severe light-headedness followed by nausea and disorientation. The over expenditure of his own power was grimacing, his body would be paralyzed from the neck down unable to produce any further pressure. He would feel immobile, strength receding to the deepest parts of his body never to be found again for some time. Shusuke didn't need to place this one in shackles, he was already out of commission. This limpness, an unforeseen level of vulnerability washed over him gratuitously leaving him open to any further unfortunate offensive measures.
The underestimation would continue to follow as the Kiyoshi traversed the battlefield observing the foes within his Kunsei-ba. He performed two steps, taking little time to complete his first round of encapsulating his enemies with not only his reiatsu but his great mastery Shunpo. While all the various men had specific skill in this shinigami discipline, Shusuke seemed to possess the most fundamental toolkit among them. Understanding that while he can get to an area in a single step, he can also get to multiple by using a single step. Vanishing before Jatiri, forcing him to make a move, while the tanned skin Fourth Seat was quick, his execution had something to be desired as he was rather loud in his approach to his Shunpo. By also releasing his own reiatsu in defense from Shusuke's vapor, the ground beneath him cracked and crumbled with his steps, allowing Shusuke to not only track him as a beacon but sense the vibrations in the steps utilized for him to travel from point A to Point B. By the time Shusuke completed his first step, the first set of Byakurai had been shot and only one of which had met Jatiri's prior location, immediately opting for Sora and Hideaki who had been standing in the direct center of the battlefield weighed down by the mass of power before them. Sora tried his best to conjure and perform Kidō under the circumstances, however, due to the unforgiving toll of mass his movements were hindered and Ultimately moved far too slowly to avoid being hit in his left elbow as he raised it, then his right knee as he grimaced from the pain, and following, being directly pierced through the chest opposite of his heart with a pale pillar of concentrated spiritual energy. Pale energy so thick, it burns a hole through his chest and directly hits the downed Hideaki behind him in near the same spot. Further putting him down. Jatiri at this time would reappear finally opposite of his prior position assuming safety, his Instincts would soon betray him as the second step from Shusuke finally took place, untraceable to his eyes, locating him and appearing as would seem to be a Visage of smoke clad with glowing purple eyes behind him, creating more holes in another opponent in the left shoulder, and a large incision upon the left hip and lastly the right rib area. It would have been impossible for Jatiri to have distinguished Shusuke's tactics, having redirected his second step to not only locate but direct his onslaught onto his subordinate in such a keen way he would have surely injured the three young men in some way or fashion. Wasting little time in escaping any close combat situation, his shunpo still had been actively utilized all throughout the attack.

Three opponents downed, supposedly. All unseen and cobbed as if- no. They were struck by lightning. Charged to stun, but very close to killing. The pain would be noticeable, they're thresholds of agony being tested by the Vice-Captain in a meticulous way to further deduce what next he needs to do to capture these individuals. He did wonder why they chose to go at him individually although they chose to strike him at the same moment, it was indeed him versus them. But things changed with the emergence of new fighters, ones he hadn't met, men he would have a chance to really get to know. He felt vibrations and sensed all within the black void, keen on all positions as flares of reiatus clashed against one another for supremacy. One energy in particular, exuding at the same rate Hideaki assumed would be helpful previously. While it was concentrated and honed to the bearer's body. The black dome itself still expanded, continuously piling on levels of doubt as the black escape would be more bleak if that had ever seemed possible. Should he choose to continue this foolish display of power, he would end up drained faster than normal of his energies, leaving little stamina left to fight the real adversary. The true Bengoshi. His blade already dispersed awaiting command, as no man could resist En'enra' real embrace. The clashing would continue, as one Combatant finally deduced a way to lay an attempt at locating the former lead Bengoshi. "At least the shame hasn't killed them yet...I'm not worried about cuffing these 'criminals' today. Things are already well past interesting." he felt an oncoming adversary and immediately bore his signature black bladed weaponry. Corporeal black bladed soot weapons formed in his hands immediately in the image of his sealed Zanpakuto. Allowing his kido to fulfill its purpose, he too took off within his playground of ash, he would soon be met by the other interloper within his escape, the platinum blonde Shinigami. From the very moment he saw his brow and blade peek out of the last layer of smoke between them, Shusuke' battle sense quickly went live. As what would appear to be both blades clashing, With the dark haired Lieutenant looking to parry and counter with his daisho pair, knowing the weight behind the weapon and tenacity in which it's master belonged he decided to reveal what he had been mastering all this while.
Normally in time such as these the blades would ring, signaling for an epic sword fight under harsh conditions, this would have yet to take place as the blade of the blonde Eleventh Division member seamlessly permeated through not only En'enra but Shusuke himself as the gravity defying blade cleaved through a black Visage of Shusuke. The zanpakuto sailing down into the earth underneath where his feet would have been had he experienced the entire brunt of that full frontal clash. The sword would be caught underneath rubble, regardless of whatever "mechanical" enhancements this shinigami seemed to possess, it would take some time to fully remove the first quarter of the blade from the ground. Taking advantage of the opening and taking into account how easy it was for him to find him, he assumed he was using another form of spiritual augmentation. His steps greatly increased in speed, although he was unsure for how long he'd be able to maintain it so he opted for only three black shadows of himself, one appearing on his left, looking to lay waste to shoulder straight down the torso. Had his eyes followed the second in the front, his chest would have been caved in and impaled by the ebony edged weapons and the lastly, from the back aiming for a lethal kill swing through the tip of the cranium, completely severing the tendons, nerve endings and arteries needing for the brains survival. The level of skill displayed by Shusuke was blocked only by his own energies, imperceptible to his adversaries eyes, and so otherworldly fast the two swings from his swords acted and cut as one. It would be impossible to tell which Visage to counter, which one to tell from the real body...this was by no means a guess you would want to get wrong as it could very well cost you a trip to Fourth Division, keeping the good Captain Nakamoto at work. What would the blonde do?