[BSD-RP] The Valley of Screams

[Shinigami]

”What is this..”
Nozamu Kyōraku a senior research member of the twelfth division, a man who has uncovered some of the darkest secrets of Hell, was able to create his own variation of an ancient teleportation device using scraps that saved his entire research team from a realm no one knew existed and someone who’s research and teachings were able to bring forth an entire generation of kido users due to how much he was able to simplify it; not even he was able to figure out what Jinan Kyōraku, his Great-Grandfather the highest ranking member of the Kyōraku family had sent him. It had been well over a decade since he had seen any of his relatives and for the most important one of all to send him a rather large package was quite the shock to him, especially since it was in an old mahogany chest with the family’s crest placed upon it. Were they kicking him out and this was all the stuff they were able to find that were his? Or were they simply just sending him things since they had not seen him for awhile? There were plenty more theories that popped into his mind, but he knew that none of them were going to be right as Jinan was one of the few people who were able to go above and beyond Nozamu’s expectations, no matter how high or low he set them. The only way to figure out was by reading the letter that came with the package, a letter enclosed in an envelope with the family’s crest placed upon it in a wax seal as well.
”Nozamu Kyōraku, the elders of the manor have caught wind of your amazing deeds and your chance to become a Captain of the Gotei 13, a feat which no Kyōraku has done since Shunsui himself. We understand that many years ago we shunned you entering back into our home, so we understand why you have not come home for quite awhile, but know that we are proud to have you among us. In this chest is a family relic that has not seen the light of day since Shunsui Kyōraku departed from our world into the next, we ask that you wear it during your captain’s test so that it may bring you good fortune and allow me to take the chance to say this, not as an elder of the family, but your Great-Grandfather.. I love you, Nozamu.”
Nozamu’s contact covered eyes began to close as he finished reading the letter his great grandfather had given him, ever since his wife and daughter died, he has not heard those three words that used to mean so much to him, but at this point in time he felt absolutely nothing from them except pain and regret. Taking a look at the chest which they had given him, there was only one thing that could be inside, taking the key that came with it and placing it into the lock, Nozamu was going to slowly lift the lid of the chest in order to reveal a rather feminine, pink and flowery kimono that seemed to actually be the perfect size for him. Lifting it out of the chest he was going to stare at it closely, inspecting each detail that laid inside, he knew it belonged to Shunsui oh so many years ago and shunsui wasn’t just any ordinary captain, no he was the former Captain Commander similar to Kashuke and the current Captain Commander himself, was he really deserving to wear such an item? Even if the answer was no, it was too late at this point, swinging it in the air the kimono was going to twirl and contort like a dancer that was spinning gracefully, until it finally came back down to land on his shoulders, it was a perfect fit.
”Thank you, Jinan..

Approximately one full hour before the battle between Nozamu and Kyomu was meant to begin, Nozamu had done something that as far as he knew was different from every other member of the Gotei 13 that wished to become a Captain and that was rather than entering the Valley of Screams with his opponent by his side, he decided to go alone to prep the battlefield. He knew if he went into a head on head conflict without any preparation with Captain Kyomu, he was more than likely going to end up on the wrong side of his blade, especially since the man was trained to kill other Shinigami more than any other person in the Gotei. Every record that there was on Kyomu, Nozamu had already analyzed and put himself through rigorous training with, thanks all the artificial technology the twelfth division had at this point. Captain Kyomu was a high profile threat, if Nozamu wanted to win he had to make sure the battlefield played in his favor, at first he did a few simple things that did not take long, placing a five inflatable gigais in the crevices of the valley which were all connected and able to expand at the simple press of a button on his Denrishiki X and around twelve artificial Hell Butterflies placed in an dome-like formation that were connected to his Genshigan, allowing for him to have full sight of Kyomu from every angle and thanks to them being connected to his Genshigan, he was able to filter the type of sight he wished to view them in, including his special reiryoku vision which was able to see through most, if not all physical objects.
As tactical as this might have seemed, Nozamu continued running the numbers through his head, he understood this was nowhere near enough for him to have a so called advantage, from all the research he did on Kyomu he knew that he was indeed precision incarnate as rather than hold enough raw power to pummel a mountain, he instead would be able to pinpoint the weaknesses in the Mountain’s foundations, place all the necessary precautions in order to avoid being seen or heard by said mountain and then strike every single point at once with such power, speed and precision that it never knew it even happened. So Nozamu went on, placing a variation of Millón Escudo on his back, rather than have it be a small specific place on his back though, it was enlarged so that it covered his entire back, allowing him to have some protection there in case Kyomu’s speed ended up being too much for him. Another thing he did was make sure that his single Kunai which he kept hidden in his lab-coat was imbued with Kyūjūrokkei Kakafūmetsu, an advanced seal which was able to place the likes of a hogyoku-infused being within’ it, while this was a powerful tool at his disposal, it let off a harsh red glow which made it quite obvious it was not something anyone wanted to be cut or stabbed with, but due to the way he had it concealed, Kyomu would not know immediately. That was most likely the last thing that Nozamu was able to do before his opponent’s arrival as he wanted to make sure he did it without draining too much reiryoku too soon and it paid off as he still felt his reserves have plenty in them.
Listen and Read
Releasing a sigh from his lips, Nozamu was going to do his best to calm down his ever beating heart that was finally beginning to understand the situation at hand, this was his life’s work on the line in more than one way, if he did not become the Captain of the Twelfth Division, then everything he had done this far was for not. Watching the paper gates of the Senkaimon appear then slide open to reveal a bright heavenly light was enough to make his fears grow even more for a split second, but once he was finally going to see the man he was facing, it’d all disappear. Not for the fact that he’d be shorter or taller than he once thought, but rather because he’d know it was time to fight, all of his fears, all of his doubts, all of his worries that might have ever existed began to wash away in a sudden rush of adrenaline. Moving his hand down to his left side he was going to grab ahold of one of the two blades that were there, specifically the green one known as Yawaraki-Te that once belonged to his daughter many years ago, she was with him in this test. As his contact covered eyes stared down his opponent, the Genshigan was going to do its job and begin analyzing every aspect of Kyomu, creating scans that’d show a three dimensional model of his body and analyze it to find any weak points that might exist on him, or his blade or any piece of clothing he might’ve been wearing. Deep down he knew none of that mattered though as this was a man of skill, who was prepared to make the silent kill, so Nozamu himself had to be ready to kill, now he began to draw his daughter’s sword, revealing its clean steel blade and held it tightly with his right hand at his side.
”The Red Haired Demon against The One Who Wears Death, I’m not going to lie Captain I believe that deserves to be on the Seireitei Communication Column, but I feel like they’re going to have to write it in a more epic fashion than how this is going to play out.."

 

[Shinigami]

TAP TAP TAP
A rapping at the door, a woman dressed in black taps to announce herself, then steps back, lowers her head...and she waits.A minute passes, then two and still she waits. Silent, unmoving, disciplined. Her posture immaculately straight, she shows no signs of growing restless or weary.
"Enter"
Her patience, is finally rewarded. She steps forward just as the doors slide apart almost mechanically, granting her passage into the room. The doors shut with a light THUD behind her, and she stands at the now closed doors, gazing at her seated Captain.

There, Kyomu sits — resting comfortably on a pillow. An assortment of papers lay before him on the small wooden table, along with two cups of tea, one before him the other across from him, both still warm. Had someone else been here? Was the Captain entertaining a guest just prior to her arrival? Perhaps she had intruded or disturbed him in some way. Thought after thought stampedes through her racing mind. The storm of thoughts quickly quelled from a single glance from her Captain. She presses her lips firmly together, straightens her back, steps forward three paces — and drops to a single knee, fist to the ground, head lowered.
"Captain! We've just received word, Nozamu Kyōraku of the Twelfth Division is up for Captaincy, it seems they...it seems they have ordained that you be his proctor sir!"
She manages to relay the orders passed to her to pass to her Captain. She knew of her Captain's thoughts on such matters, never one eager to have his time taken up being used as a measuring stick for those eager to adorn the Haori. Her eyes remain to the floor, she stays rooted in place. Kyomu picks up the small steaming cup and stares inside, the ripples in the tea distorting his reflection.
"I already know." He says before taking a sip of the tea, returning the cup to its wooden perch. He rises to his feet, and treads across the room, securing Genzōken from its resting spot against the adjacent wall. "Dismissed." He says in passing, the woman nodding her head before vanishing, returning to her other duties.
Nozamu Kyōraku of Squad Twelve, despite Kyomu failing in breaching the walls of the Institution of Research and Development, he was in no short supply of information regarding this man. An expert on Spiritual matters, former Professor at the Shin'ō Academy he is lauded a Master in the Demonic Arts of Kidō, so much so that the likes of the pretentious scholars of the Third Division allowed him to teach students entrusted to him. He has studied a great many things, and achieved many accomplishments in his life time. One would be hard pressed to now know of the man, Kyomu saw this as a weakness. A man greatly known for his accomplishments, is a man terrible at keeping secrets. If Nozamu was the man Kyomu believed him to be, his actions, expressions, his behavior, and words would betray him at first opportunity, and Captain Mukuro would welcome that betrayal.

The path within the Senkaimon illuminated by the fluttering Jigokuchō, guiding Kyomu as he travels to a place both foreign and familiar, the chances of him appearing where he's faced off against others before practically zero. The shōji doors open up when he finally reaches the end, the light from the valley piercing inside, the body of the phantom stepping from between the paper gates and into the barren land, his left hand secured within his haori almost entirely. The doors shut behind him, leaving both Kyomu and Nozamu alone, stranded in this expansive place until the match's end.
'Hn? He's here first?'
Kyomu questions to himself, the noticeable head of red acting as a marker for him as he gazes at the distant testee through impassive eyes. Had Kyomu taken too long to arrive? Was Nozamu so fast that the Phantom failed to track or trace him?
—
No, that wasn't it. Then, had he taken the initiative to arrive that much earlier than the Captain? It wasn't impossible, the man had ties to the Fifth Division after all, and they were the ones responsible for running the Senkaimon. Kyomu suppressed a grin, something he very rarely ever did. 'Interesting.' If that was the case, then perhaps he sought to greet Kyomu with a surprise of sorts. He was a member of the Twelfth Division after all, it would surprising for the man to not do his due diligence. He knew that other fools, if they thought along the same lines would fear of something like "foul play" or "cheating" and other idiotic notions that went against the "warrior's creed", but battle wasn't fair. The tides and scales were ever shifting, ever changing, and the enemy would spare no expense to see to their end — so, why then should any less be expected of them? Victory, by any means.
With left arm still safely tucked away, Kyomu steps forward...and begins to walk. Every stride slow, casual, methodical almost, his gait unhurried. The Captain makes his steady advance towards his opponent, cloaked entirely in silence and anonymity, exuding not even a sliver of reiatsu, his spiritual pressure encapsulated entirely beneath the inscrutable veil composed of the fibers that made up his ensemble.
His breathing, controlled
His face and expression, stoic
He ventures forward, offering nothing to his adversary in terms of information. Anything Nozamu learned of Kyomu's abilities besides rumors and speculation, would need to be rightfully earned and tested in battle. Though Kyomu's amber hues remain ever forward, he studies his surroundings with his every step, and with every step the scope of what he can study without turning his head or completely averting his gaze becomes smaller as his field of vision is narrowed.
Kyomu knows Nozamu is a man of thought and science, especially regarding spiritual matters. He expects the man to have sharpened control over his flow of spiritual power and pressure respectively, and so trusts very little in what he can sense and perceive...for now at least. As a former member of the Fifth Division and one having even taught many shinigami in the past he expects the use and display of Kidō, and for a moment he reflects on his battle against Captain Nakamoto. He's managed to unearth the shameful nickname of Fairy Fist (妖拳, Yōseiken) from his opponent's past, and from the tales pried from their tellers, he holds little expectation in this becoming a battle of fists, despite the red head's imposing physique, growing ever clearer with his approach.
Kyomu's already steady stride, grows slower until finally, he stops — nearly six feet of space remaining between the two. Left arm still stuck within his haori, as his right hand rests almost lazily on the handle of his zanpakuto. He sees it, the two blades at Nozamu's side. Was his zanpakuto a dual wielded type? Though this meant something else. One who wields two swords are hardly novices at handling a blade, this meant Nozamu should have at least a decent level of competence in zanjutsu.
Nozamu stands a foot taller than Kyomu, his reach notably longer. Taller, longer reach, a Master in Kidō, and possible traps laid out, not to mention the uncertainty of the ability of the man's zanpakuto. On paper, the Captain stands at a tactical disadvantage, yet there he stands — silent, calm, composed...undaunted. The only change in Kyomu's expression, as brief as it was, almost inconsequentially so, was when he notices the pink flower decorated haori being adorned by the man before him. Sur name of Kyōraku, and that feminine haori, one needed to be a complete idiot to not understand what those two combined meant. The image of a man painted just above Nozamu's figure before fading away.
"Do not waste my time, and do not disappoint. You will find I am not as soft hearted as the other Captains."
Kyomu forewarns his testee. His words signal the start of the match, while dismissing the mirage he had just seen. Regardless of Nozamu's heritage, he was not that man. Would Nozamu however, prove to be just as capable as his ancestor? Would he prove himself capable of wearing the haori, or would the Red Demon fall victim to the One Who wears Death?

 

[Shinigami]

Every single thing that Nozamu had read up to this point on Captain Kyomu had been more correct than he had originally expected, this Shinigami was intense, able to change the entire tone of the situation at hand simply by appearing and deep down Nozamu loved that fact as he felt a little respected by the Gotei that they’d send him in. There was only one way to reply to the Gotei 13 for sure and that was giving them every single thing that he had, inhaling sharply the Red Headed demon was going to look into his opponent’s eyes once more, though rather than doing so through the natural eye, he was going to notice him as pure reiryoku concentrated at a single point thus far.
Suddenly, Nozamu would raise his left hand into the air and a large surge of reiatsu began to burst forth from his body, creating a large gust of wind and causing the ground beneath them to not only create more cracks and crevices than before, but even uplift from their rooted positions. Following this was going to be the echoing of his voice across the Valley of Screams as he began to speak the incantation of a rather powerful spell in the more forbidden area of the secret arts and by the reiatsu leaving his body, it was going to be hard to deny he was attempting its use.
”Sleeping crest of turbidity. Arrogant vessel of lunacy. Boil forth and deny. Grow numb and flicker. Disrupt sleep. Crawling queen of iron. Eternally self-destructing doll of mud. Unite. Repulse. Fill with soil and know your own powerlessness..
The entire time he was performing this incantation, he looked at Kyomu through every angle possible thanks to the Hell Butterflies that surrounded them entirely, waiting to see if the man was going to move from his spot, if he did so, then Nozamu was going to be prepared to defend himself in any way possible, but if not, well it was a good thing that he wasn’t going to be using the technique at all. Instead, when he was finally about to speak the spell’s name and number, the surge of reiatsu died, his left arm lowered down so that it leveled outwards, still outstretched with the entire hand opened for just a moment, then as he began to quickly close it, Captain Kyomu was going to feel a powerful grip be placed upon his throat that was tighter than anything he might have felt in recent years, excluding whatever the Captain Commander might’ve done to him.
”Bakudo Number 1, Shō!”
As strange as it might’ve been to hear those words being spoken, it was the truth, this was the first binding spell being used against the Captain to choke the life right out of him, sure he was able to break out of it by increasing his spiritual pressure enough, but Nozamu put enough force into this spell so that its strength was equal to that of Shitosu Sansen, meaning it was a durable enough spell to hold for a moment. Thankfully, Nozamu already had something planned to follow up with this, by dropping the sword that was in his hand for just a moment, he was able to use his right hand in order to perform another spell which he did not plan on speaking its name or number, rather it's just occur instantaneously. Now all that Kyomu was going to notice is a puff of red smoke emerging from Nozamu’s current position that filled quite a bit of the air, this gave him ample enough time to lower his reiryoku to the point it was hard to detect, especially since he was in a space that was filled with his own reiatsu and pulled out his Denrishiki X.
Captain Kyomu was now going to sense that there was something behind him, the large imposing figure of his opponent with his Pink Kimono and blades as well, it was at this moment too, he was going to feel the grip on his throat release as well, and whether he knew it or not, this was not Nozamu moving faster than he might have expected, no, this was bait. As soon as Nozamu had pulled out his Denrishiki X, he used it to activate one of his five inflatable gigai remotely, due to the situation at hand it was going to be difficult for Kyomu to tell any distinct difference. What he was hoping to have happened, is Kyomu using his instincts to go for the kill, whether it was with his zanjutsu or hakuda, the moment that happened, Nozamu was planning to use the flash-step technique known as Senka, grabbing his daughter’s blade in the process. In the middle of this technique, Nozamu performed two other techniques, one of them simply being that he was concentrating his reiryoku into a single blade in his left hand and another being the generation of ten pink points of energy surrounding himself, which was an incredibly powerful demon arts spell that was being reduced in strength due to there being no incantation or pronounciation of the name.
When it finally came time to deliver this all out attack with immense speed and power, Nozamu was going to do his best to use the blade in his left hand to run through Kyomu’s torso and with the blade in his right, try and cleave him in two, doing so was most likely not going to happen obviously, but this was a fight where if you wanted any chance of succeeding, you had to be ready to kill. After these two attacks were performed, Nozamu was going to only appear about fifteen feet in front of where his gigai originally was, meaning there was still distance between the two. If the blade in his hand had managed to impale Kyomu like he had planned, then the full negative effects of his reiatsu was going to be felt and Kyomu was going to feel more fear than he had ever imagined in his life and if he had been cleaved in two with the other attack, well then it was just going to hurt. This didn’t mean that Nozamu was done yet though, even if the two attacks had equally hit, he was still going to send a single one of the pink points of energy directly at Kyomu, resulting in a small explosion. If Kyomu had managed to dodge everything like he expected, then Nozamu was going to reply in turn with another pink energy point in the location he appeared as he’d be able to track him through the Hell Butterflies and then another point was going to follow in suit, until either Kyomu was struck or they all ran out.
Nozamu had laid down his theory for a plan of attack, the only question now is whether or not Kyomu was nothing more than a dependant variable, or one that was much more independent.

 

[Shinigami]

The two stand parallel to one another, face to face. As inscrutable as Kyomu's gaze is, it exudes the feeling of dissecting whatever lay before his field of vision. He acknowledges the blade secured in Nozamu's grip, while still seemingly ignorant of being monitored from various angles above, well beyond his visual reach.
No matter
He watches, as the sword toting arm raises, and as if answering his silent call, the winds begin to rage and howl, reiatsu storming from the man's massive frame. The ground both between and around the two splinters beneath the weight of the pressure exerted, fracturing and being uplifted in chunks of varying size, suspended in the air from this surge of power. The way the winds sound as they pass through the various surrounding canyons, its as if the valley is truly screaming, crying out for relief from this burden. In the midst of the valley's screams, Nozamu begins to chant.
”Sleeping crest of turbidity. Arrogant vessel of lunacy. Boil forth and deny. Grow numb and flicker. Disrupt sleep. Crawling queen of iron. Eternally self-destructing doll of mud.
Kyomu stands there, his image fixed, his haori remains unruffled in the face of the pressure roaring out. He watches, while simultaneously being watched, almost uncharacteristically so. There was plenty of time to act, and he was definitely more then capable of doing so. Though his body remains frozen in place, as the chant goes on, Kyomu's lips tremble, moving ever so slightly. Was he trying to understand the nature of the chant? Seeking to decipher exactly which spell and to which class of spell the chant belonged to?
”Unite. Repulse. Fill with soil and know your own powerlessness..
Nozamu nears the end of his incantation, the phantom's index and middle finger of his left hand secured inside his haori, now hang out of it. As Nozamu's arm drops, lowering itself unimpeded to be parallel with that of his opponent's, a blade lays in its path, rising quietly to greet it.
Nozamu finds his personal space intruded upon by Kyomu, the man now at his 3 O' Clock, Genzōken freed from its wooden scabbard, secured in its master's grip cleaving up through air and possibly flesh alike. Though Nozamu had been scrutinizing the Captain heavily since the start of his little gambit, with only six feet of space between the two it was a distance the Phantom could close in a instant. With the surge of reiatsu quelled, and moving in tandem with the dropping limb — the entire process seemingly removed from the flow of time, Captain Mukuro outpacing sight, sound, smell and the soaring black strands, parallel to the windows of the demon's soul. The Red demon, descendant of that man would be hard pressed in noticing or reacting to the newly presented drawn blade, let alone saving the now offered limb.
"Sekienton"
Concurrently a single word, no — a name, escapes the lips of the Captain, just below a whisper. Where once only his index and middle finger hung outside his haori, the man's palm could now be seen for a brief moment, facing out, arm still neatly tucked inside white cloth. Smoke of deep carmine billows out, swallowing both Kyomu and Nozamu whole in a single instantaneous moment. Conjured by Kyomu, Nozamu's contacts and aerial eyes now become overloaded with the color of his reiatsu. Natural vision obscured by smoke, spiritual sight and senses now stormed with overflowing reiatsu.
Did the man have the speed and reflexes to properly react to Captain Mukuro's severing blade? If so there still lay the risk of him losing the phantom in the smoke screen. With Kyomu's reiatsu completely sealed and encapsulated within the woven threads, seeking him out from his reiatsu or reiryoku alone while the smoke persisted was already a daunting task. Kyomu movements produced no sound, his breathing and heart rate, remain controlled. Then there was still the targeting of the turbulent crimson orbs, the veil pierced a moment after Kyomu's abrupt arrival.
Regardless of how Nozamu chose to move or react, Kyomu's invasive gaze remained ever fixed upon him, both figuratively and literally, his palm no longer facing outward, but rehoused within the comforts of his haori. Would the scientist overcome...
or be blinded by the Captain's actions. If so, there would probably be little to no need of even considering proceeding onward with the match. After all, how much hell could a demon endure?

 

[Shinigami]

Was it possible that such a man like Kyomu truly existed at this point in time? When most individuals are met with the threat of one of the most dangerous spells to ever exist in the forbidden book of demon arts, they never just stood there, was this the Captain wanting to intimidate Nozamu? No. This was not an intimidation tactic at all, Kyomu was simply calling his bluff or analyzing an opening that might approach at any second now, the question was where did Kyomu plan to strike? It was unlikely that he was going to go for the cliche behind the back sneak attack, no he seemed more methodical than that, more cold and calculated, like he was looking for a way to cut down Nozamu little by little and then it clicked and almost too late.
As soon as the arm began its descent downwards to the originally planned position, Nozamu clenched his fist tightly causing his muscles to tense up and quickly began to concentrate the reiryoku that was about to leave his reiatsu vent, allowing it to become durable enough to come into contact with Kyomu’s blade. He was going to have to listen to the sound of impact his arm and the phantom blade were going to make as sadly his vision darkened in an instant, almost as if one had placed a black veil in front of his eyes. For Captain Kyomu though, it was going to be quite different, he was going to be able to watch as his blade came into contact with the harden flesh of Nozamu and sliced through the flesh as he intended, the only issue is that it was less than an inch deep cut, but it was enough for first blood nonetheless.
Taking a quick two steps back after the strike had connected, Nozamu wished to do nothing more than regain his sight, yet it appears even that was too much to ask for as a mist of crimson smoke began to envelop the two Gods of Death. It appeared Kyomu understood that Nozamu had his eyes on him from multiple angles through some means, whether or not he knew it was reiryoku based or not was still a question to be answered after the battle. For now it didn’t matter, he was inside a mist of death with one of the best assassins that the Gotei has ever produced and he had no idea where he was, but he had one thing up his sleeve that might help him. Pulling out his Denrishiki X just as he had planned to do so before, Nozamu was going to activate his remote-controlled inflatable gigai and as all five inflated to reveal a perfect replica of Nozamu, he in turn lowered his reiatsu signature as much as he was able.
With there being five different versions of Nozamu in the area, it was definitely going to be difficult for the Captain to distinguish which was the real one, especially since he decided to lower his reiatsu, now was for the second phase of his newfound plan, which involved the use of two different kido spells, one he did not actually plan on using and the other he had just referenced in this battle a moment ago.
Clapping his hands together as silently as possible, Nozamu was going to generate a plethora of white, thin rectangular shaped pillars that were small enough to be the size of playing cards at first and they simply hovered between his opened palms, as if they were waiting to be given commands. Suddenly each of them began flying off in a different direction, growing in size as they did, until they surrounded the mist itself in white box, the walls of the said box being thick enough for Kyomu to need to give it a few serious strikes in order to destroy it. Once it was all finally finished, a blue roof was going to manifest itself above the both of them, causing all light from the Valley of Screams to disappear, for sure this was a scary situation if Kyomu understood what he was doing as Nozamu did place himself in a severe disadvantage depending on how one looked at it, but it was necessary for what he was planning next.
Holding his right arm up only a little bit, Nozamu was going to generate a small black box with a purple hue that glowed so softly that it was lost in the mist, then he’d give a soft whisper of a name, ”Kurohitsugi..” and the room they were now trapped in began to receive an outline similar to the box that Nozamu held in his hand and then the walls were going to build themselves in turn, doing so in squares at a pace so quick that one might not be able to blink before they finished, but thanks to it being so dark and the mist being so dense, it was highly unlikely for Kyomu to actually be able to see anything before what would be the inevitable happened. From the outside the home-like structure with no detail at all was now going to be penetrated by several black, spear-like protrusions, each of them slicing through the mist like it did not even exist. When they finally reached Kyomu, he was going to find himself lacerated from head to toe from the protrusions that were most likely going to deal enough damage to either end the fight where they stood now, or critically injure him. As for Nozamu, well he was going to be just fine, but what about the Phantom?