[BSD-RP] The Valley of Screams

[Gin]

Disappointment. Dishonor. Disgrace. Time after time, failure followed by failure, the exiled Oki is backed yet into another corner. One of which she has yet to know the consequences of what a failure here will mean for her. Her chances thin by each passing day, as does her patience and self control. Each decision more brash than the last, now she elects to attempt captaincy. Having never cared for the responsibility of donning the Haori, she was always satisfied by supporting those that carried the burden. Many urged her to over the centuries to step up, to lead and guide those that could not find their way. Until it was she that found herself lost, without purpose, without reason. Without captain, without her son, without her family, and without her friends. Door after door closed on her face. Her most recent failure in the games does nothing but add fuel to the woman's ire, having no one to blame but herself, she'll seek retribution from someone who is without blame for her own shortcomings.

She is silent as she follows her fluttering guide out of the Dangai. Her steps are soft and silent, practically undiscernible. Her green eyes remain forward, but through her peripheral she is able to see the larger pebbles that would otherwise hinder her walking, and easily avoids them. She can feel the dirt against the exposed skin of her wrapped feet. It is a welcomed sensation with each step she takes further from the exit. Her opaque green eyes that have lost their light, their hope, their joy, scan the vast emptiness surrounding her and her proctor. Stone and dust, ashes and charred remnants of her previous time here blacken the landscape. She bites her lower lip, reminded once again of another of her failure to perform. The anger within her boils, but she does not let it seep from deep inside her. It will continue to fester, fueling her to take what she wants from this point forth.

"Hageshi. The last time I saw you, we sat at the same table."

The truth behind these words is heavy, having once both been lieutenants sharing the same rank, but where Omoni grew and flourished, becoming a Captain of the Thirteen Court Guard, Honoka spiraled down into nothing more than an outcast. Now Honoka aims to sit at the same level as her and her peers, this in an effort to reclaim the honor and respect she lost. Finally, the two will face off as Hageshi once fantasized all those years ago in their meeting after having only sampled a taste of the then Head Lieutenant's spiritual pressure. The Oki is aware of this excitement and welcomes the challenge of fighting the beast of a woman with no holds barred.

"I cannot afford another failure."

Her words are sharp. She has no intentions of restraining abilities, her power, nor her fury. There's a snap in the air as the woman's metal fan is forcibly flicked open. It's simple in it's design, having no illustrations upon it, with a metal frame. It is sturdy, built specifically for Honoka, to resist impacts from the woman's own innate physical strength. She fans herself lightly, causing the silver bangs to sway in the gentle breeze. The once dark blue lustrous hair of the beauty is now tainted white from the stress and pain as of late. The weariness on her face is apparent, more so with the fine lines at her eyes defining her age further. Ever dignified, she does not allow her turmoil to dampen her appearance, donning her uniform in pristine form, spotless, and perfectly fitted to her height. The blues of her coat and the purple of her scarf are offset by the golden accents of her earrings, rings, trims on her obi, and the very headpiece of the clan she is currently exiled from. A priceless family heirloom much alike her grandmother's. The woman exudes air of nobility, even as she stands without a clan to claim her own.

She begins to circulate the spiritual energy within her throughout her body, extending it further to the fan she holds in her hand which begins to cover half of her face as she continues walking further and further away from the entrance and her proctor. She does not cease, she doesn't hasten. Honoka continues forward steadily. The reiryoku does not seep from her person nor her finely tuned control. It does not extend nor burst out into a vast forest as she had done so in her previous visit to the Valley of Screams. She begins to pool it carefully in her hands and runs her left index finger gently over the ridges of the fan in her right hand, while another pool of reiryoku forms in the back of her neck. Soft, hushed whispers are lost in the wind, carried away into the vast nothingness of the valley, misplaced in the distance between the two women.

She is alert and prepared to face the beast of a woman in this long awaited confontation.

 

[OmoniHageshī]

This was what she didn’t wanna do.

Omoni had been apprehensive about captaincy from the start. To her surprise, everything was going just swell until she had been reminded of one of the most significant duties that was expected of her title and that was the evaluation of others who intended to walk the path of the leaders of the Gotei Thirteen. Hageshi enjoyed being able to fight, but scrutinizing her opponent’s every move while attempting to assess their performance was not her forte. This would be the mighty woman’s first time testing someone for the coveted position. Naturally, she wanted to do a good job. It went without saying that Hageshi had respect for the disgraced Oki regardless of what had transpired in the length of time between that famed meeting until now. As far as she was concerned, Omoni didn’t get a lick of it so she wasn’t going to bother with fussing about it even though unbeknownst to her she had suffered a similar loss that the Oki had.

The only thing that the battle-crazed woman cared about was that the fight she’d been anticipating since the time that the two monsters bared their fangs at one another was finally about to begin. It went without saying that she was beyond thrilled and was going to give it the veneration it deserved. As much as Hageshi wanted to charge into the thick of it with abandon, the matron had to keep in mind that the combat between the two had an agenda that she needed to maintain. No matter how much she wanted to wildly thrash around with the lady, she had to remember that this fight wasn’t just a fight.

Suddenly, the Dangai opened and hardened cerulean eyes watched as the listless lady emerged into the valley. To ease her nerves, she reached into her bandaged bosom and pulled out a single cigar that lit up with a spark of her reiatsu. At first, Omoni was confused and began to wonder just how long it had been since she’d actually laid eyes on Honoka. There was an expression of pain twisting her delicate face back then and her eyes had been wide with fear but now they looked as if the soul itself had been sucked out of them. Hageshi was unable to comprehend exactly what the lady had truly been through and so it didn’t make sense to her that Honoka looked so downtrodden. The only thing that she did know was that the appearance of the former head lieutenant Oki was a far cry from who she had come into contact with centuries ago. By all accounts, the lady Honoka had something to prove. Although Omoni was not privy to it, Honoka’s survival relied on the test going well for her. Everything the woman had lost was riding on their interaction and Omoni’s review. The situation was dire and this suited Hageshi just fine. For when a person had nothing left to lose but their own life, that was when they put up the best fight.

"Hageshi. The last time I saw you, we sat at the same table."

“Pulverize and Purify…Namakizu.”

"I cannot afford another failure."

Omoni had expected Honoka to approach her but peculiarly, she had turned to begin walking away. This seemed odd to the giant woman perched alone some yards away. That curiosity turned to alarm once Omoni detected the maneuvering of Honoka’s spiritual power throughout her body, into her hands which she began to infuse and paint the ridgeline of her fan with, and gathering on the back of her neck. The words on the wind were lost to Omoni. Then it dawned on her that Honoka wanted Omoni to come to her. Without the ability to utilize any semblance of shunpo, closing the distance between herself and the Oki lady instantly wasn’t feasible. In the throws of her thoughts, the cigar she had been imbibing on had expired and so she let it fly from her lips for it to bounce away into obscurity.

"HONOKA OKI!”

The beast roared at the examinee with a force behind her call that sent waves of oppressive pressure Honoka’s direction. It was a formidable and heavy sensation that commonly resulted in the absconding of most of whom she encountered with a volume that caused the very earth at their feet to tremble. Haphazardly, the ground started to crack apart into large pieces of rubble and rose into the air as they were freed of the shackles of gravity. This, a mere byproduct of the potency of her fearsome Reiryoku. Hageshi’s marred hand extended to allow one of the boulders the size of a small house to land in her palm where it would rest. Namakizu expanded to the size of a train car and it burst into a vicious spin. The wind and fiery reiatsu kicked up with an unholy fury and swiftly formed into three gigantic deadly tornadoes filled to the brim with debris.

"HERE I COME!"

At once, Omoni exploded forth with two of the cyclones, greatly surpassing her speed aimed to collide with the departing Oki on both sides. They had a vacuum force capable of obliterating anything in their path from a collection of homes to the stalwartness of a mountainside and should Honoka find herself in their vortex, she would have to contend with the indiscernible bulk of wreckage spinning chaotically alongside her. The third stayed close to Omoni as she rushed straight toward her target leaving a trail of destruction in her wake.

The look on her face was starkly different compared to Honoka’s. The Oki woman’s expression was void of a smile but Hageshi grinned like a madwoman. Near or far, it didn’t matter to the captain of the eleventh division. That woman was known for fighting anywhere at any time but because Honoka had made it clear she didn’t intend to get any closer, it was the perfect opportunity to put her dexterity to the test.

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[Gin]

The scent of the burning natural herbs the Captain of Eleventh uses to still her nerves wafts into the delicate nostrils of the botanical expert. But the smoke does not affect her as it does the brute, as the potency of this is lowered by Omoni's initial inhalation and exhalation, in addition to it dissipating in the wind, leaving only miniscule traces. This registers to Honoka, as now this scent is potent on Hageshi, having surrounded herself in this herbal smoke.

In a way, Omoni's straightforwardness, honestly, and presence could be seen in a chivalrous way. The woman was certainly headstrong to add, making this a sort of double-edged sword, as it made her... predictable. A polar opposite to Honoka, who is secretive, cunning, and dishonest. Seldom speaking her mind as the Hageshi woman freely speaks every single thought that pops into her head.

"HONOKA OKI!"

The brute's yell demands the disgraced noble's attention, and she obliges, looking past the side of her fan. The woman's release of her zanpakuto does not come at a shock, as she wields it in her hand, ready to strike, but as she does this, Honoka is without such a burden, having no such limitation to waste time to call forth the name of her own zanpakuto at any time. In it's constant release, it mostly remains in wait, patiently listening to be utilized. The whispers whisked away in the wind which are lost to the woman increase, from an initial one whence she began her mumbling, to a second, then a third, until a total of five distinct utterly monotonous voices chant.

Her eyes narrow, swiping her hand across the face of fan facing her, then over her left shoulder, causing a miniscule set of plants to sprout along her arm. She can see the woman across the way preparing herself as does she, snapping her metallic fan closed, then begins levitating it before of her. The woman gives it a light tap, which causes it to spin furiously, in such rapid speeds that in looks as if it is a protective disk in front of the spellcaster. The circulation of this fan alone, despite it's small size is enough to cause a a powerful, razor sharp wind to slice down the rock beneath Honoka's feet.

The reiryoku of the examinee concentrates at the center of this spinning fan, while the proctor's blares wildly, unrelenting in it's merciless destruction of the area around her. Not only Honoka can feel this through the trembling ground beneath her bare feet as it cracks and breaks away, but she can also see this as debris encircles the woman thanks to the tornado's encircling her. A slight grin creeps up on the Oki's stern face for the first time in several days, amused by the Omoni's display of strength.

Plenty of kidō practitioners often omit incantations meant to have a spell cast at full power, or double-incant, to mix up opponent's predictions. Whereas experts or masters might go as far as a spoken after incantation. Such is not the case here, as Honoka not only speaks forth a single incantation, nor a second. In actuality, at the summoning of five miniature flowers perform additional incantations, even as the initial hushed whispers which went unheard and unnoticed by the bulwark of a woman across the valley, Honoka's small plant summons allow her the ability to amass a plethora of different incantations, all uttered simultaneously.

"HERE I COME!"

The Oki's hand clutches the rapidly spinning fan, bringing it to an abrupt halt the instance her opponent finishes her proclamation.

"Hadō #58. Tenran."

This results in the kidō master's single tornado to blast towards her examiner, parallel to the ground; perpendicular to the examiner's own set of tornados. The intensity of this lone cyclone of wind not only dissipate the three cyclones surrounding the shunpo-less woman, causing her to become trapped inside of this shredding wind as she attempts to directly attack Honoka. In addition to this, due to Namakizu's gargantuan size, as it is hit by the encompassing gale of wind, then knocked backwards, the woman is unable to regain her footing as if she is trapped inside a spinning blender. The winds act as blades against the captain's skin, cutting and slashing, drawing her blood with lacerations deep enough to expose bone. Honoka offers no mercy, having uttered a full incantation under her breath, does not diminish the spell's effectiveness, even if her opponent fails to hear it, or decipher it, she does not aim to use the spell to destroy the the environment the two stand on, but to cease the movement of the beast woman.

"Hadō #32. Ōkasen"

With Omoni surrounded by Tenran, and her oversized zanpakuto anchored on the ground behind her in a large crater due to it's weight, a second kido is released immediately after the first, displaying the master's ability to cast spells in quick succession. Now, a horizontal arch of golden light blasts the woman tumbling within the spellcaster's tornado, burning away her already tattered uniform, adding to the injuries, with intense burns, disintegrating past the scarred tissue on the woman's body, beyond the first layer of skin, down to the muscle, which causes intense pain as the nerves are exposed to the open air and dust kicked up by the spiraling winds of the tornadoes.

Now the valley is filled with the woman's spiritual energy as the spells' cast distribute her reiryoku throughout the battlefield, and in the blink of an eye, her visage is gone, masked by the clouds of dust. Despite this, the woman's hand follows Hageshi's unmasked spiritual pressure, sensing through the plumes of earthen powder for her location, patiently awaiting the monster's next move.

 

[OmoniHageshī]

"Hadō #58. Tenran."

Blitzkriegs of gale winds ravaged the space between Omoni and Honoka. Their immense Reiryoku feuded furiously but in the end, it would be the Oki’s single cyclone that diminished Omoni’s three. However, this was not the only intention for the spell. Putting a stop to Hageshi’s impending advance was the real objective here. Namakizu’s massive size justified it’s disadvantage in the blustery conditions as well as it’s acting as an anchor to keep Omoni in place. Flesh, muscle and bone forced to give way to its razor sharp current.

"Hadō #32. Ōkasen"

This was just in time for another enchantment to be fired off at her position, giving the titan no opportunity to escape from the trap of the Tenran before its horizontal beam of golden light could collide with Hageshi. Severe degree of burns were to spread all over Omoni’s body as if it were a corrosive holy light shining on an unholy demon. Thick clouds of dust wafted in the air from such volatile action and sought to take away their collective sight but with Honoka’s esteemed sensory abilities, losing track of Omoni was not going to happen. She was going to see what was left of the eleventh division captain.

Honoka would witness Omoni’s outright refusal to remain stationary. She would watch with her green eyes, Omoni’s unhindered charge through the barriers set to stop her with no sign that the Tenran’s torrents had damaged her in any way shape or form would truly be a sight to be seen. Due to her extraordinary durability, the enduring monster that was headed for Honoka continued to do so and at a speed that did not reflect Hageshi’s physical capability. Detected without a doubt by that woman’s noxious scent, outrageous expulsion of reiatsu and the devastation being done to the earth, a patch of cloud directly in front of Honoka tore open revealing Omoni’s form exploding into existence mere inches away from the examinee. Even so, the Oki’s Shunpo would have ensured that she’d avoid her examiner’s assault. So, it must have come to some semblance of surprise for her to be denied the freedom to move.

Omoni’s unimpeded advance, Namakizu’s resistant balance and Honoka’s stolen mobilization were all things that should not have been and yet, they were.

As per usual, the captain was too elated to stop herself from recklessly expelling her enormous pool of Reiryoku. Its power skyrocketed as deliriously as her desire to battle with the former head lieutenant after getting a taste of her spiritual power long ago with no indication that it would stop. Why did it matter if she let it all loose when her reserves never ran dry?! Due to this predictability, Honoka was under the impression that Omoni had neglected to mask her spiritual power and in a manner of speaking that was the truth. After all, the universal conception of Captain Hageshi was that she never thought ahead before she made her move but it was when her adversaries came to this irrefutable conclusion that they would meet their inevitable end. This was a dangerous misinterpretation that the lady was going to be punished for.

Sweltering heat from the blue flames of Omoni’s trenchant reiatsu would violate the test taker first. She and her plants were engulfed by it’s inferno burning the group of them to a crisp instantaneously and by extension, incinerating partial articles of her clothing as well as severely searing her flesh in the process. It was something the elder would have wanted to escape but with two of Namakizu’s tendrils shrunk down to their original size in the shelter of the obstructive plumes latched on both of her ankles, Honoka would find evacuation inexecutable. Nonetheless, the carnage did not end there. With her target immobilized and in mid swing coming from below, Hageshi impacted her right fist directly into the lady’s stomach with a force that would rob her of her breath, rupture her organs and send her flying into the air.

Only to be met by the oni princess’s open palm driving itself onto the Oki’s face and abruptly into the earth beneath them resulting in a gigantic crater and shock that could shatter the bones in Honoka’s body. All of this, faster than the elder could follow. Like many who faced the beast before Lady Oki, a slurry of prevalent questions would present themselves. The most prominent being How?

Sensing was not one of Hageshi’s strong suits, unlike the Oki she was fighting. Honoka’s skill greatly exceeded Omoni’s by leaps and bounds and so to even the odds, the matron had lit one of her signature cigars. The herbs rolled up for imbibing afforded Omoni certain abilities she would not have at her disposal otherwise. In this case, her overall sensory abilities received enhancement to the point that she was able to pinpoint Honoka’s location regardless of where she may decide to go or how much of her Reiryoku was encompassing the battlefield. Despite this, it still paled in comparison to the lady Oki’s. The same went for Honoka’s speed of course. With phenomenal command over her Shunpo, she could do laps around Hageshi without breaking a sweat and Omoni could never dream of keeping up. Physically, she was inept when it came to agility but her masterful control of her formidable Reiryoku often made up for this crux in a variety of ways. In addition to this, Omoni was also a champion of Zanjutsu.

At the beginning of the battle, the illustrious show of Omoni’s spiritual power caused the very ground to buckle and bend according to her whim. When she had started to run at Honoka, it was unable to withstand the power of her pursuit and left a trail of catastrophic destruction in her wake and by extension, a distraction of the highest caliber. The cyclones spinning in succession had been disposed of, but they had done their job by kicking up unruly amounts of filth that would hide both the captain and Honoka from each other's immediate view. While it was easy to write the needless shows of her dynamic spiritual energy off as a spectacle to be beheld and nothing more, this always proved to be a grave mistake. The captain was said to be accustomed to utilizing her Zanpakuto both offensively and defensively but the fact that she also used it supportively was rarely taken into account. Two of the great club’s spikes driven deeply into the earth behind her under the cover of the third cyclone that remained by her side and overall seismic activity as well as deliberate suppression of those extensions of Namakizu propelled Omoni forth at an preposterous acceleration and then onward even as the Tenran’s vicious winds raged in a futile attempt to bloody and restrain her.

Hiding something like this from the experienced eyes of Lady Honoka Oki was no meager task either. Had she been facing anyone else with a total lack of sensory skills, it would have been unthinkable. Unfortunately for Honoka, Captain Hageshi may have been utterly useless when it came to spiritual sight, but being able to hide herself and her signature from all manner of prying eyes was something with which Hageshi was intimately apprised. Centuries ago while she was still under the charge of her fellow captain and dearest friend Yu Nakamoto, Omoni would grow bored of the stagnancy of her days in the fourth division. To overcome this, she would regularly sneak out of the Seireitei so that she could visit the land of the living where she would fight hollows, help pluses to pass on to the soul society and observe the always entertaining humans. Very few people were aware of her discretions and since they were all trusted comrades they had kept the damning secret to themselves for fear of the scathing repercussions that would surely befall her should anyone else have found out. To ensure she was never caught, Omoni regularly masked her spiritual pressure completely. Hiding one of Namakizu’s tendrils in this way and under these conditions was child’s play.

It remained in wait there as the second Hado made its debut but at odds with Omoni’s own ever-growing combative reiatsu quite familiar with overpowering Kido, was rendered harmless. At once, they sprouted and ensnared their target leaving Honoka unable to recoil from the titan’s unstoppable onrush of brutality. Hageshi was in the position to catch the lady's skull and immediately bring Honoka crashing to the ground.

Having said this, the concept of traditional Kido evades Omoni. Throughout the brute’s lifetime, the captain could estimate that she had sparred with at least half of the Seireitei’s numbers and ran into those who were both aware and unaware of her inability to recite fancy incantations and cast those magic spells. In these cases, Overwhelming the monster before them with sorcery was a common tactic but, like the bitter botanical queen, they’d discovered this to be an impossible task. Hageshi had been dazzled by all manner of spells in her long lifetime and Honoka’s proficient and effective utilization of Kido was to be expected. Which meant that it was boring!

 

[Gin]

Laddered with the Verdant Witch's reiryoku, the battlefield is laid out like a map in her mind. Each boulder, pebble, even dust particle is on display in this mental map of hers, meaning that despite the Monstrous Matron's proficiency in concealing her own spiritual pressure, she is still a visible piece on this game board, and as such perfectly visible to Honoka. Despite this, Hageshi's ingenious tactic to hide the tendrils beneath the ground of Honoka's feet to anchor her in place is something that does not cross the Oki's head, as their movement movement is masked by the tremendous destruction of Namakizu’s wielder.

The heat of Omoni's reiatsu encroaches on Honoka, but where she expects to see the woman's pristine clothing and the plants which continue to mutter incantations on her shoulders to burn away to embers, they remain intact, protected by a single article of clothing donned by Honoka. The Erimaki Shisseki (襟巻き叱責, Scarf of Rebuke; Scarf of Reprimand). The scarf absorbs any and all reiatsu, something the Oki has yet to expel, fully conscious of the repercussions of such actions. But oblivious to the effects of this cloth, Omoni releases hers wantonly, without regard of consequence. As such, the increasing weight of this fabric further burdens the wearer, and as such causes cracks to appear beneath her wrapped feet, still she does nothing to prevent Omoni from closing the distance between the two.

Honoka does not panic, nor does she falter in demeanor. Nigh a twitch to show what the woman is thinking, despite Hageshi's sudden burst out of the smoke with a fist ready to strike. The matron's punch lands with no obstruction, but the effects of gasping for air, wincing in pain, or dramatically sending the Oki woman flying do not happen. On the disgraced noble, only a bruise will appear as the force of impact only sends her sliding back on the ground, finally releasing her from Namakizu’s hold. But Hageshi is relentless in her onslaught and presses forward. To combat this, Honoka whips both ends of her scarf around the woman's flying fists, instantly robbing her of all the reiatsu she continuously releases, forcibly anchoring her down to the ground by her wrapped hands. Honoka then jerks the scarf towards herself, forcing her trapped victim forward as the scarf is then whipped to surround her neck after it leaves it's owner's body, with only a single section left clutched in one hand along with her fan. In an instant, all Omoni sees is darkness as Honoka gently covers the entirety her face with her dainty hand.

"Hyōga Seiran (氷河晴嵐, Glacier Vapor Storm)."

BOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

A massive surge of ice leaves Kido Master's hand, directly on Hageshi's face. There is no opportunity to run, to dodge, or block, as her body and reiatsu are subdued by the scarf, which will only lock her in place the more she releases in an attempt to melt or break the ice. The blast of ice engulfs Omoni, freezing her body in an instant as it incases her in a prison of freezing ice. The close quarters casting of this immediately causes the woman frostbite to her once unscathed face as she's rendered defenseless against the hado. Frozen in place by this menos grande obliterating spell, moving her arms, legs, or head would result in the woman's brittle, frostbitten appendages to crack, and forcing movement would result in breakage of her limbs. The coldness of this penetrates deep into the very core of the fiery woman, meaning the longer she remains incased in this the more damage she will sustain as her bodily functions slow. The pumping of her heart, the movement of her blood vessels, even the expansion of her lungs will cause the woman pain as she inhales in an attempt to continue.

The woman could believe herself to be immune to kido, but kido from a practitioner and kido from a master are in vastly different leagues, and being the latter, with the full incantation of this high level hado, there is no escape from this spell blasted into her face with no remorse nor mercy. The distance Honoka afforded Hageshi was not in fear, no. It was a mercy, and in pushing forward, she seals her fate at the hands of the spellcaster.

Omoni would undoubtedly be baffled by Honoka's durability as she looked up at the woman, but this was not unsurprising as she herself boasted her own level of durability, and while it might not be as potent as Omoni's, Honoka still had her own underhanded methods to bolster her defenses. Aware of her own opponent, going punch for punch was not feasible if she did not do something to combat the woman's obscene strength, and as such, Honoka enlisted the usage of her own style of hakuda which combines kido into the body to raise the defenses or offenses of the practitioner. As all it takes is but an inhale, when she was bemused by the captain's display of strength, in the moments her lips parted, as if to inhale air, they did so to intake a bakudo spell once meant to shield her from a long distance barrage from Namakizu’s tendrils. Having absorbed a bakudo, the woman drastically bolsters her defenses, unlike an arrancar's hierro where an over-shield protects the body from the outside, this style serves to strengthen the bones, organs, muscles, and even skin to receive increased durability against any physical or energized attack.

Unburdened by the scarf, Honoka leaps high in the air in an instant, then forms a reishi plate beneath her feet. She then waves her fan, as her reiatsu finally bursts out freely, causing not only the sky above her to darken, but also revealing the effects of the botanist's reiryoku in the air as it finally comes into fruition now that the ashes and remnants of her plants from her last visit have been allowed enough time to regrow. Like a tsunami, they englusf the boulders, the ice, even the underground becomes littered with thorned plants. They encase Namakizu in it's own prison of reiryoku eating vines, separated from it's frozen wielder, going so far as to burrow beneath the ground and constricting around the tendrils that once held Honoka in place. Now should they move an inkling, they will be snapped without mercy.