The heat of battle was smoldering; and even still, not a single bead of sweat seemed to fall from the Captain’s brow. His haori still fluttered off behind his person, and he’d even still had on his Shikashuhou. This collection of things were an indication to all those familiar with him that he hadn’t felt the fire of this battle as of yet, and wasn’t sure if he’d ever. Focused eyes fought through the small clouds of dust kicked up in the distance between them, never losing sight of Yamato or his beast, but simply gauging them as the actions took place in such a small window. A brief retreat into thought took place as Higen began to ponder in the space of an infinitesimal moment. Whatever the beast had been, Yamato was smart enough to summon it against a destructive foe like the Shining Captain. This alone showed indication of the combatant’s confidence in his pet’s durability. There had to be more to it, he thought. A mad scientist like his adversary could have applied any number of modifications to the rampant creature. The safe approach would be to utilize his bankai and pummel both it and Yamato into oblivion. No, that may have been the most unsafe thought yet. It was a test, after all. The objective was to push the contenders to their limits, not to bend stretch and break those limits beyond repair.
He had to contain himself and overcome, this was not the time or place for such power. The
World-Breaker would continue his rest, and for now, the Shining Captain would paint the battlefield with his luminescence. One of the creature’s many heads tilted downward, from its mouth spewed a ghastly green breath. Higen was unaware of its composition until its reiryoku met with the crystals themselves. This stalagmite-esque crystalline stone unique to
Hitsumishi has its growth increased exponentially when ingesting foreign sources of reiryoku. This, combined with the undaunting and masterful control of reiryoku and his own zanpakuto allowed Higen to continuously expand the crystals through the wave of green breath. Some still fell victim to the breath’s effects, slowly melting down, while others did not, but instead continued to grow at an increased rate. The consistent emission of one’s own reiryoku assisted in this process, and as the creature continued its descent, a plethora of crystals would meet its flesh. It may have seemed effortless in the moment, but Higen could feel the resistance vicariously through his crystal spires. They’d pierce its bottom side, and extended all the way outward onto the top of its back, sure to reach Yamato had he chosen not to dismount.
The usage of the crystal spikes may have seemed redundant, but was just in fact Higen’s favorite shape to manifest his zanpakuto’s abilities in. One of its core abilities was the creation of inescapable crystal masses, able to leave a target completely petrified. The moment the spikes made contact the reiryoku of the monster would begin transference. This process would only act as fuel for what took place immediately after contact. From each crystal spike inside the massive target would sprout additional crystal, spreading seamlessly throughout the entirety of its body mass, enveloping the creature in whole. The constant feeding of reiryoku from its body only assisted in speeding up this process. Thick blocks of emerald coiled around all of its necks, completely inhibiting its ability to tilt them downward to continue breathing, only to encompass each of the heads right after. Its tail, legs, and any other part of its body would suffer the same fate. Had Yamato remained stationary he too would join the exhibit. Beneath the surface of the crystal the creature would still live, however, but remained unable to conjure any movements or actions.
Higen’s palm remained opened, and with just the clasp of it he could level the Valley of Screams as far as the two of them could see. The amount of reiryoku he’d absorbed to this point and continued to absorb while the beast was in its crystal coffin was insurmountable. If detonated, Yamato could die at such a range, the swell of volatile energy consuming him entirely with no room to escape its reaches. Higen was unsure if there’d be anything left, but this was not something he’d wished to do. After all, he hadn’t come here to kill, but his intentions could easily be turned into a “mistake” had there been a lack of compliance.
"
I think that’s enough!"
He yelled at such a distance, without ever taking his eyes away from his opponent’s direction. One clasp of the hand was all it took, and he’d find out if there would be anything left for him to bring back to Soul Society. Truth was, he’d seen most of what he’d come to see today, and had no intentions of gravely hurting Yamato outside of his own wishes. Yamato was in need of a lesson in both patience and hubris, and this was the first and perhaps, the
final test.