Sinister Reign: Seireitei Slam

[Akira Hinosai]

Mesh-san? Akira resented that. It just sounded lame. He much preferred the nicknames he'd gotten from Iroka. Bandit-domo was something cool and catchy, and didn't just reduce him to the shirt he wore. It wasn't even like the mesh top was the only thing he wore, either. He had his shihakusho as a coverup, though it had been loosened to show more skin. Well, there was no point focusing on that now, considering there was a battle to be won. "Yeah, sure, whatever you say, short stuff." Akira grumbled towards the short officer who saddled him with the nickname. Still, Officer Short Stuff had come up with a solid plan, by Akira's estimation.

Kitai came and went before Akira could say a word to him. He also appeared to have a friend made entirely of cheese. Classic Kitai. Akira supposed this was for the best, considering how insanely powerful Kitai was. It might have been nice to tell him how big a fan I am...and to clarify there's no hard feelings... Akira couldn't bring himself to resent Kitai. The guy had that sort of otherworldly charisma that allowed him to be terrifying and charming at the same time. Nevertheless, Kitai was gone, and in his place was an oppressive cloud of black mist. Was it poison? Akira sincerely hoped it wasn't poison. He somehow doubted this new body of his was prepared for that kind of thing.

If Akira was assigned to slay some monsters, that's what he'd do. No mercy, no hesitation, just some SICK ASS LIGHTNING POWERS! Benjiro took point as part of the defensive lineup and bound the giant orc with some bakudo. Though before Akira could make use of it, The orc broke through the bonds, though it seemed to suffer for it. A shinigami Akira did not recognize launched some kind of sword laser and wrecked the giant's proverbial shit. Whether it was bound or not, Akira would still do whatever he could to help. No matter what his stupid zanpakuto did or didn't do, he would fight until the bitter end. Maybe even after that.

He had no way of delivering Tsuzuri Raiden without getting close, and his zanpakuto decided to be a bitch and not do cool things. That left him with one option. Byakurai. For a giant orc, it may not be impressive, but if Akira could line up his shot well enough, even a comparatively small shot of lightning could do a lot. Akira stared down the iron sights of his finger gun, as he tried to aim for the beast's right eye. Considering the size of the target, Akira would most likely be able to hit the head at least, if he failed to hit one of the eyes. No matter what, he'd at least do something to the overgrown behemoth.

Akira would relax his stance and try and connect with the flow of reiatsu around him. By all accounts, he'd need all the advantages he could if he was going to do any damage to the giant orc. Since it was far away and not focused on him, it would be an opportune time to say the full incantation and reap the rewards from that. "Awake, mother of storms! Unleash lightning upon the sinners! Hadō number four; Byakurai!" With that, Akira would let the hado loose, for it to land where lady luck decided. Hopefully it would take out an eye, or at least go through its head or something.

595/620 (-25 for Byakurai, effective RS of 68 due to the incantation)

[Kitai Yoru]

That was to say, Krug dug tried to lift his mighty malformed club, but was struck in the eye by a pesky bee-akurai, and stumbled backwards, yelping in equal parts pain and surprise. One foot shook the earth, followed by a second, but he bumped into something before there could be a third. The charred sugar let out a crinkling sound that would likely have been difficult to hear, were it not for how much there was being crushed all at once. A low, distorted giggle could be heard, as Krug dug fell against the leaning tower of diabetes that Kitai had summoned, emphasis on the leaning part.

The nonfunctioning arm was knocked off its body, splattering against the ground, revealing liquid marshmallow underneath the burnt sugar. The ogre managed to right himself before he fell, but the one behind him was not so fortunate, falling to the ground with a soft thud. With a roar of anger, the misshapen menace charged towards the person who looked more at home in a nightclub than a military base. Meanwhile, now that it no longer had for focus on balance, the marshmallow man used his lone arm to drag himself towards Benjiro, as it was the only person it could see.

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Kitai barely managed to get twenty feet, when he had to stop and turn around. "What is the fuck is a Bum Associatio-Son'va bitch!" He yelled out, as rope snaked their way around his ankles. He flew forward, about to land on his face, he was able to briefly look behind him. The angry blond was charging him, ready to swing her blade at him with a sideways slash. Kitai grinned, seeing his opportunity, and without thinking, twisted his body as his hands scrapped against the ground, angling himself in such a way, that the slash would cut through the bindings!

Kitai, now free of the magic that bound his legs together, flipped forward, landing on his foot... while his right foot landed against his chest, falling to the ground. "Ha! You missed!" He said through gritted teeth, ignoring the splotch of blood that was on his white button up shirt. "And my name's not 'Marshmallow', darn it!" He points a finger at the one who kept getting his name wrong, which he was suspecting was intentional at this point. "And how dare you come up with a better name than me for this rolling hunk of annoyance!"

"Limburger Dono, huh?" The wheel rolled back and forth, as if it were testing how the words felt coming from however it was it talked. "I like it! The Dono part makes me feel important, too." 'Limburger Dono' spun in place before hopping twice. "Man, they're three for three against you. now you look just like the clown you act like!" The cheese berated him, yet again, causing his eye to twitch once more. "The things I do for cheese." He says under his breath. He sighed, as he stood up straight, a chain lowering down from the stump that remained of his right leg.

The Black Fog expanded, growing from five feet to ten. The Black Fog was one of his more preferred techniques. It allowed his to create just about anything he wanted, and was always an excellent tool for distraction. "You lose something in the explanation, girl. You lose the magic and wonder by trying to explain every little thing to someone who would never understand. I made living, talking cheese. Then I got bored and tried to eat it, so it learned how to run faster than me. Now it follows and berates me." Kitai told her, ignoring the angry one.

Or did he? "Surprise!" He said, as the chain from his leg grew out, moving like a serpent towards the academy, dragging him along with it. "Since you like talking cheese so much, I'll give you both a treat!" From the depths of the fog, a large yellow shape rose up. The earth quaked as the form of this titanic figure kept rising, higher and higher. Until, finally it stopped. Standing forty feet in height... was a wheel of cheese. "Have fun!" He yelled out, though whether or not they could hear him from behind the wheel wasn't something he cared to find out.

Black Fog: 350
Bladed Chains: 100
Total Reiatsu Remaining: 11,200/18,000

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{Bladed Chain}Technique Name: Bladed Chains Learned

Class: [3]

Technique Type: [General Sinner Technique]

Usable By: [Hell Races]

Technique Element: [None]

Technique Description and Effects: [Well, if you can't get rid of the nigh indestructible chains, why not put them to good use? This ability have two parts to it.

1: The chains of Hell torment the denizens endlessly, so why not share the misery? Learning this ability influences the blades, giving them the ability to cut through anything as easily as a normal spiritual blade can, regardless of the chains not changing in appearance, still as rounded as ever. The offensive stat for the chains is based off either the highest Spiritual stat, or the user's Strength stat, whichever is higher. Chains are unable to cut their owner. This is a passive ability, and is unable to be turned off.

2: Through some heavy handed use of reiatsu, the user can extend and manipulate the chains to do as they please. For strength users, the chains will extend upto thirty feet, and will move at either a speed equal to their speed stat, or at a speed of 600. For spiritual users, the size scales off of their highest spiritual stat. For every 50 they have in their higher stat, the chains can extend another foot, and can move at either 600, or the user's speed. Cost is 100 reiatsu every post.]

How to use technique: [Pay the cost for chains. Cutting power is permanently active]

Technique Drawbacks: [Cost.]

Made By: [Kitai Yoru]

Reserved?: [No]

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{Cheddar luck next time}
Cheddar luck next time

Description:

No business comes without mistakes. . . and this is the first of however many are to come. Through the "aid" of Kitai this is the first of and possibly the last of its kind. This is a sentient food item; however, its form and shape remain what it was prior. A wheel of cheese that had a single triangular section about a foot in length taken out.

Class: 7

Item Type: Companion / Pet

Item Power (IP): 100

Offense Type: N/A

Durability: 4,000

Bonuses:

Bonus is a strong word. . . This item is really more of a joke item. The wheel of cheese is effectively a non-combative "companion". This is due to it only being able to talk and typically whatever it says is passive aggressive or actively mocking towards others, the owner included. Its speech color is Orange. Its stat line is 50 in everything but speed, spirituals and HE. Spirituals and HE are 0. Speed however is 600 and allows it to keep up with almost anyone to actively mock them. Though it stays with the owner unless ordered to go to a specific spot.



Drawbacks:

It will stay with the owner as much as possible. And the owner is more than likely to be mocked until its attention is directed to someone else.

It also has no means of harming another. It will never willingly take hits for its owner. Thus, to use it as a shield, which is not recommended, the individual must be quick enough to catch it.

All attacks dealt to the cheese deal full damage regardless of class or if it doesn't meet the IP of this item.

Cost: 4,000 Ryo

Donated to Urahara's: No

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{Giga Cheese}
Stats: Strength: 300
Speed: (200-60%) 300
Reiatsu strength: 0
Spiritual Pressure: 0
Senses: 50
Instinct: 50
Energy Sensory: 200
Healing Expertise: 0

[Satoshi Kazuhiko]

Iroka's chain caught the man's foot and tripped him up. Kazuhiko almost pumped his fist in triumph! But before he could celebrate the strange invader twisted in mid-air to use Fuuko's attack to set himself free. It was an act that showed an excellent understanding of his personal agility as well as awareness of the environment. He'd presented himself as something of a court jester... But he was anything buy. Beneath the clown paint was a calculating individual capable of terrible, terrible things.

Speaking of terrible things, the mist that continued to pour out of him was once again beginning to produce another creature. He'd seen it once with the orc and the marshmallow fiend. But now as he witnessed the second production he was confident in his analysis of the technique. It would continue to create obstructions as long as it existed.

He stood at the edge of the mist and drew in a deep breath. Then, Kazuhiko took hold of his right sleeve and roughly rolled it up. "Alright Hyakujuunoou." What he revealed was an arm of gold. A prosthetic that was bound to his shoulder. Veins ran through it, glowing with a radiant, almost heavenly white as it conducted his reiatsu. And those veins ended at his knuckles, where a series of vents were present there, atop ridges not unlike the natural curve of human knuckles. "This one's on us!"

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{Hyakujuunoou}

"Iroka-chan! If this attack doesn't take care of the obstructions, than follow up and see what you can do about that cheese! Melt it, or move it! Otherwise! Do whatever you have to do, support Oneesan!" He ordered as he raised his fists into a boxing stance. "Oneesan!" He knew he didn't even need to give her the next order. "Don't let up! You're much faster than he is! Ikuzou!"

And with that, Kazuhiko braced himself! His right arm began to glow as he focused his reiatsu and prepared to attack. To strike at a gaseous substance seemed a fool's errand. However, the way Kazuhiko interacted with the world was different from most. Hyakujuunoou was completely incapable of harming physical things. But when it came to constructs of reishi or spiritual energy in general, he was twice as deadly!

Kazuhiko lowered his right arm to his waist with his fist turned downward. His left hand came out in front of him, palm out. He focused, causing the reiatsu in his arm to surge and then flow down into his fist! And without further hesitation, he struck! "Hyakujuunoou Kousou!"

A blast of pure white Reiatsu fired from his fist, not unlike a shockwave! It tore through the mist and was set to hit the giant block of cheese! And then, if it pierced through that, it would continue on to wash over Kitai as well! The attack was delivered with a massive charge of Reiatsu, putting its total potency at 1200 (900 Reiatsu + 300 base). It would obliterate any spiritual construct that cost less than 1200 to maintain with its potency being reduced by the cost of each successive hit. And if it did in fact make it to Kitai, it would reduce his reiatsu cap by 15% plus whatever was leftover from the initial 1200 potency!

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{Beast King's Bite}Hyakujuunoou Kousou (Beast King's Bite) - Kazuhiko causes a brief build-up of Reiatsu in his Shikai before firing it out in a burst of pure Reiatsu infused with Hyakujuunoou's effects. Those struck by it are put under the effect of Hyukujuunoou, which is to say their Reiatsu is sapped/diffused. Being hit by it feels like being hit by a strong gust of freezing cold wind. This can clash with techniques and moves at a speed of 800. This technique costs 100 reiatsu to use. However, Kazuhiko can double the cost to 200 in order to either increase the speed of the attack to 1000. Kazuhiko can spend up to 1000 Reiatsu to increase the potency of the reiatsu cap reduction by the same amount. This effect applies after the initial drain, so if the victim is afflicted by the percentage drain, it will be a percentage + the amount extra invested in the attack, up to 1000.

This attack can clash with techniques that involve Reiatsu. In the event of a clash, the defender must utilize a technique that spends more than the amount of Reiatsu invested by Kazuhiko to neutralize it. However, any amount of Reiatsu spent against the tech reduces the potency of the Reiatsu Cap Reduction by the same amount. Further, if the user is released, then it will be reduced by the upkeep of that release unless the cost of the technique is higher. If Beast King's Roar is clashing with multiple Reiatsu abilities, then this is additive. Meaning if there is a series of shields in the way, it will have to be reduced by each successive shield it clashes with until running out of force.

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{Hyakujuunoou Overall Ability}Shikai Overall Ability: [Hyakujuunoou acts as Kazuhiko's missing arm. Being that it is a part of his soul, it reacts as fast (or faster) than his normal mortal arm. Hyakujuunoou has the ability to expel raw positive reiatsu into the world. Much like the Sanrei Glove which can expel a soul from a body, Hyakujuunoou can expel Reiatsu from those it strikes. But in exchange, it cannot inflict wounds. A blow from Hyakujuunoou deals no material or physical damage. Instead, it strikes at the opponent's reiatsu!

This ability reduces the opponent's ability to hold reiatsu. Should their capacity become 0, they are knocked unconscious. The components within the fist and channels along the arm glow with radiant white Reiatsu. Contact does not necessarily need to be made with a person's body for this effect to occur. All that need happen is that the Hyakujuunoou connect with something attached to their soul. Instances such as striking a Zanpaktou, which is an extension of the user's soul. For instance, a thrown weapon that is still connected by Reiatsu strings can channel this effect back to the user.

By the same principle, it can also potentially defuse the abilities of their reiatsu-based properties. For instance, successful implementation would cause a Reiatsu-infused slash would lose the properties that the reiatsu gave it, normalizing it. Whereas a blast of cutting reiatsu would clash and be dispersed provided its class is not of the appropriate level to overpower it.

Lastly, Kazuhiko's Reiatsu is impossible to keep inside his body, becoming a sphere of influence equal to a 50 foot radius centered upon himself. This is the same leak of reiatsu that makes it impossible for him to hide his presence. Kazuhiko is in tune with this zone of spiritual pressure, allowing him to sense disturbances within it. This utilizes his Spiritual Pressure stat as Sensory when something exists within this field.

Mechanics: Touches from Kazuhiko's Shikai reduce the target's reiatsu capacity based on the class of his release. At class 4 it deals 15% or a flat 300, whichever is higher(this effect is limited to once per post). At class 3 it becomes 20%/350. At 2 25%/400. And At Class 1 it becomes 30%/500.

Further, striking a Reiatsu-based ability can nullify it if the cost paid is less than the flat amount drained by his shikai. Double that if weaker, or half of it if higher. If the attack is not completely nullified, it is weakened instead. This does not effect the physical component of the attack. For instance, if a rock is fired with Reiatsu, touching it will not suddenly undo the kinetic force generated by Reiatsu.

|Beast King's Bite 100 + 900 Reiatsu invested =1000|
|Total Reiatsu Remianing: 5100|

[Benjiro Hiroto]

Benjiro's heart sank as he watched the Yokai-like creature break free from his Bakudo. He had poured all of his spiritual energy into casting the spell, hoping to buy his fellow Shinigami enough time to strike a decisive blow. But the creature proved to be more resilient than he anticipated. It shrugged off the wound and charged towards them, its twisted form moving with an unnatural fluidity, or perhaps a bizarre clunkiness and sloppiness. Benjiro felt a twinge of fear in his chest as he realized he had underestimated the danger they were facing, especially with the other invaders and threats facing the Seireitei.

He clenched his fists, desperately trying to think of a way to help. But he couldn't shake off the feeling of powerlessness that weighed on him. The other Shinigami fought fiercely, dodging and striking with incredible speed and skill, a mix of Kido and Zanjutsu, but it wasn't enough. The creature was too strong and too unpredictable. Benjiro cursed himself for not being stronger, for not being more prepared. At this rate, who knew how many souls were lost in the bloodshed? He felt a surge of frustration and anger, but he knew he had to keep his cool. Losing control now would only make things worse.

As the fight raged on, Benjiro watched in awe at the courage and determination of his comrades. They never gave up, even when the odds seemed stacked against them. He admired their resolve, their unwavering commitment to their duty as protectors of the Soul Society. He even watched as Akira, his friend and peer in both power and standing, had struck the Yokai with a Byakurai and interrupted its attacks. He knew he had to live up to their example, to become stronger and better than he was. He vowed to himself that he would train harder, study more, and never give up, no matter what the future held.

But here, in the present, he turned his attention to the marshmallow Yokai creepily dragging its body across the ground, aiming to reach him. Fear seeped its way into his heart as he was wholly unaccustomed to this type of threat. This was not the same as fighting hollows or even fighting other people, these were the stuff of myth, and they were overpowering him every step of the way. Still, if he could not defeat them, then he would have to try and make it easier for the others.

"Disintegrate, you black dog of Rondanini! Look upon yourself with horror and tear out your own throat! Bakudo number 9, Horin!" He cast with ferocity as the whips of orange reiatsu burst forth and attempted to bind the Marshmallow Yokai. He had been aiming for the Yokai's lone arm, isolating the bind as it spiraled around it and struggled to constrict and inhibit its movement. He had only hoped that this was enough for someone else to take the lead. His eyes glanced towards Tala, hoping the younger Shinigami would know what to do with his Shikai. He turned to him for support in this moment.

Reiatsu: 600-25=575/650
-25 for Horin
Cast with an incantation so RS is 165

[Kaminari Cinco]

The connection of steel and flesh carved a bloodied path down into the core of this beast. A hint of her reward that came out in the howl screaming of the black Ogre, giving way for some level of relief in the hopes of joining her little Shota again. But, in all honesty Kami was worried. The sense of urgency and concern was playing with her mind in wanting to rush over to the Academy to deal with the threat moving over there. But the Shinigami couldn't. The sense of dread played with her mind as the Ogre swiped at her, and throwing her ragged doll into the ground below. A snapping of the wrist and denser muscle than herself, Kaminari grunted upon impact with the ground, being the only thing to cushion her crash. It was stronger than her. Stronger by a bit if it did the harm that it managed to do, but only by a small margin. Coughing up dust and gravel all Kami could think of was how it make the situation work.

As big as the Ogre was Kami did find out how clumsy it all was. An opportune moment to smash her further into her little hole was only left with a dull sense of direction, as its club came to smack dead off point beside her. Was it that stupid, or does it possess a lack of depth preception? That was the thought that crossed the Kenpachi's mind, but soon faded as a lightning spear shot from out of her view and into the Ogre. The cross-eyed perspective is probably gave it that horrendous eye-sight. She had to act to continue with the offensive. The quicker she dealt with the pair, the quicker she could join the rest of the group.

The black-mishapened creature teeter-toddered over itself from the lightning spear to the face, collapsing shortly to that of its companion that emerged more beaten than it did before. It shuffled its massive body down the ghettos lane, sticking to whatever got its crawling path. Screams mixed with the panic shimmered with the blazes of fire that were piling up on the opposite sides of the two creatures. And as Kami was preparing another assault against the black Ogre she eyed the charred Shinigami standing in a bit of shock. The man she didn't recognize before until a moment passed, being the same man that casted the binding spell on the Ogre before. "Is this fucker stupid? He's just standin' ere." She doubled back towards the Ogre, arching her arm over the top of her head with her great sword in tow. But, Kami stuttered in her moment. She peeked over at her fellow Shinigami again, and cursed.

A fluid motion came along with both rotating the woman's body, swinging the great sword in hand as that of a whipping motion to throw the sharpened sides of her weapon at the Ogre, whilst turning back for the man. The Ogre was stumbling back onto its feet to ensure that it wouldn't be able to dodge much to her own belief. Kami was placing her hopes on a lucky impact with her thrown sword to never the less injure it center mass while drawing its attention. Which ever the case may be it didn't stop Kami from moving onto the Marshmellow man. She couldn't let it reach that dazed idiot. "Move 'er fuckin' ass." Kami called out in a fit of rage. People who siezed up in a fight were the worst, like babysitting grown ass adults who acted like kids. Grrr. Nevertheless, Kami had something to pummel that pent up frustration into with static sparking out from her left hand, channeling reiatsu into it.

A leap in the air, and embraced by the illumination of golden light, what Kami saw gave her a bit of hope of making contact with the half burn smores treat. Benjiro's chanting filled Kami's ears with a bit of glee nonetheless, with some assurance that something good would come from their combined assault. Kaminari was joyfilled as her body took to the air with left arm charged with burning reiatsu. The sparks that cracked around her arm a moment ago had given life to the fire that matched her reiatsu, bringing it down with full force into the back of the Marshmellow's head. This was Mjolnir.


Remaining Reiatsu: 1000/1400 ; -400 Mjolnir

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[Mjolnir]


The thundering hammer of Thor, or in this case Kami's fist. With the bond between her and her Zanpakuto nonexistent, Kami's unnatural aura grew to a strength that very few ever know. As if taking on the will of her overall nature the Shinigami's aura causes objects and reiatsu that it is infused into to erupt with an incredible explosion. Like tearing from the seams until the cracks are shown on the outer surface, then explodes. And how does Kami infuse her reiatsu into objects or reiatsu? She punches, kicks, headbutts, etc. Pretty much the gist of it. By physically making contact with any object her reiatsu penetrates into the said object. And due to her reiatsu being so unstable and uncontrollable, it causes whatever she infuses her reiatsu into to erupt and break apart from the inside out.

This ability can only be done as long Kami makes physical contact at any time while the ability is in use. Which can be activated at any time. Once flipped on, the aura around the woman becomes that of a vibrant azure color that flares out of her body. Despite this her aura doesn't offer any form of protection, so as long as she remains unaware, or doesn't conduct a combative action, the aura doesn't carry on the effect. Including that the aura can not be launched as a projectile as well. So no firing it like a Bala or a Cero or a Kido spell, physical contact is a must. If anything, the aura only makes the woman appear more menacing than what she appeared to be before activation.

However, that is not all. What happens after the explosion occurs? That is the easy part, burns. The explosion that takes place once an object or reiatsu detonates causes other objects or people caught within its radius to catch fire. The radius that the fire effects is based on Kami's reiatsu strength. For every 100 in reiatsu strength covers 5 feet around the explosion. Furthermore, the fire remains as long as Kami's ability remains in effect and does not effect her. As for the explosion itself, it is the same for the fire. For every 100 in reiatsu strength, the explosion covers a 5 foot radius from where the explosion occurs. The fire is the same color as Kami's Azure aura, and is reiatsu in nature, so that means that it will take reiatsu to dissipate it. An offensive spiritual stat that as at least 50% of Kami's overall reiatsu strength. So if her total reiatsu strength was 600, then it would take more than 300 reiatsu strength to remove the flames.

The flame's themselves begin causing first degree burns for 2 posts. Second degree burns occur on posts 3 and 4. Afterwards, third degree burns occur on post 5 and 6, and shortly after, burns that melt skin and flesh off the bones, or melting metals to that of paste. Beyond that, Mjolnir is an unbiased technique that does harm even to the closest of friends.

Drawbacks

Although Kami's ability is as strong as she is, there is only so much that its user can handle. From the looks of it, Mjolnir does severe damage to the interior of what Kami makes contact with, but that also goes double for Kami too. For each time contact with made with the power is in use, for which ever part is used with Mjolnir the muscles begin to break down from the intense shock of the impact made. When contact is made, the force is also returned into the limb or bodypart used, sending an intense vibration through the muscles. That vibration is what tears the muscles apart to the point in which it begins to effect the bones of the body part used. First contact made the limb is numbed for that specific limb. The 2nd contact is made, muscles are torn apart. 3rd contact Kami's bones are shattered, and can not be repaired or used in the same thread, exception through medical treatment.

Each time the ability makes contact the pain is immense to the point that it becomes almost impossible to move it for several minutes. Yet, the pain continues to grow as long as the ability remains active. Like after the 3rd post if continued use of Mjolnir, and after the 1st contact is made, then the limbs used will begin to form lacerations to have blood seep out. But of course, that isn't the worst of it. Mjolnir can only be triggered during Kami's full potential. Should she limit her abilities then Mjolnir will immediately shut down, and that does go according if she doesn't pay the amount of reiatsu needed for it. And obviously reiatsu is need to use Mjolnir, and a lot of it. 400 reiatsu is needed to first activate the ability. A single cost may not seem like for activation, but that isn't what gets to Kami. What does get to her is the staggering cost to keep it active. The first post has a reiatsu cost of 200, then increases to 400 to continue its usage, then shortly after increases to that of 600 reiatsu to maintain on the next post. It continues to grow 200 reiatsu for every post to maintain Mjolnir.

However, the worst part about paying continuously is that after passing a single payment, like passing 200 on one post and moving on to 400 for the next post, should Kami stop using Mjolnir and choose to turn it on later on, the reiatsu cost will immediately go to 400 instead of 200. Afterwards, the cost will increase according to the increase of 200 for each post of continuous use. So, it would go from 400 to 600, then to 800. This is due the fact that Mjolnir does cover the body and is being taxed by the strain on her spirit and strength. Including, Mjolnir does require 2x superiority over that of its target that revolves around living objects and releases, but everything else, like non-release techniques would only require a offensive stat superiority.

[Kitai Yoru]

In a move that Kitai wasn't expecting, the blond lad released, his missing arm now filling up his once empty sleeve, and fired a beam of energy at his mist and the half formed wheel of cheese. The Hellion hadn't expected much from these, what was it seven? Great number. The seven didn't seem all that powerful, at least in comparison to himself, so he figured that the wave might at best know over the wheel and fuel the mist a little more. To his shock, he could feel his connection to the fog be severed, and the upper half of the cheese wheel split in two.

The half flew off, alongside several dozen rats, revealing that the cheese was hollow. Most of them were dead on arrival, not having survived whatever it was that the lad with the robot arm did to it, but one managed to. It landed near Iroka, drawing in a wheezing breath as it struggled to speak. "We who are created from nothing... now return to it... There are no regrets... Only darkness..." It spoke out, slowly passing away before her very eyes.

If nothing else, Kazuhiko would get to enjoy the look of shock and mild horror. It quickly twisted to annoyance. "Darn it blondie! You ruined the joke!" He gestured with both of his arms to where the mist once was. "It was supposed to be a giant wheel of cheese that waxed on about nihilism and wanting to be free, only to be allergic to air!" He palmed his face, reaching into his jacket for something. "And now you have a robot arm! That fires lasers! You're more like an arrancar if anything." The object in question was a thermos, with a red, black and green kilt pattern on it.

The Lunatic took a mighty swig of it, before wiping his mouth on his sleeve. "Heck, I'm more of a Soul Reaper than you are! Watch." He holds the thermos horizontally, spilling out perfectly mixed root beer float all over the ground. "It's time to root this beer in a float, Sprecher!" The container of infinite root beer shifted, looking more like the hilt of a sword, specifically a claymore, while the liquid morphed into that of a blade. That blade was made of soda, but still. The guard was an X pattern, with one half being that of a soda bottle, with the other being that of a spoon with a scoop of ice-cream in it.

He put his mouth to the blade, taking another long sip of the sugary goodness. "Ahhh. Perfection." The utter Lunatic swung his artificial Zanpakuto at the blond who cut off his leg, the limb having dissolved into the earth at the same time he had released his Zanpakuto, launching a frothy wave of foam at her which smelled heavily of root beer. If the attack connected, it would obscure all five of her senses with pure root beer. The wave was moving at 500 speed, so he was curious to see how well she'd dodge.

He followed up this attack by launching two more waves after the first, one at the one who killed his cheese, and the third at Iroka, both also moving at 500 speed. "Hahahahahahahaha!" The madman cackled, very happy with this purchase. The Black Market was such a fun place to do business, even if they were competition. As fun as it was to make things on his own, sometimes it was fun to step back and let someone else make cool weaponry. And Sprecher was plenty cool. If he were more into puns, he'd say it was Ice cold.

But he didn't. Instead, he laughed at finally having his root beer lightsaber back.

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The marshmallow man wasn't having a great day. It was his birthday, and all of his presents kept running away from him! Add to the fact that he was made wrong and all in all, he wasn't having a good time. All he wanted to do was grab a hold of this slightly taller than average person, but they kept stopping him! First their green sibling bumping into him, knocking him down, dragging marshmallow across the ground as he crawled, and now the man with the beads lassoed his arm to the ground. It was quite the predicament for a beast with candy for a brain.

It flailed about as it tried to free its arm, but despite the groaning of the spiritual energy that held it together, it did not yield. Maybe it was because of the desperation that Benjiro had in his heart when casting the spell, or maybe it was because the mountain of sugar didn't have the momentum to shatter it, but either way, it was a miracle that it held the way that it did. But Benji wasn't the only one that was desperate, as the birthday monster dragged its face to the bindings, gnawing at them until they broke, giving the poor lad plenty of time to find a more advantageous position to attack from. If he looked, he'd see that a large portion of the marshmallow's wrist was gobbled up in the process of removing the Kido.

The bad times weren't over for the candy cretin, as the thundering fist of an angry kenpachi slammed into the back of its head, cratering the ground underneath it with a rather loud 'pomph', like a pillow against concrete, accompanied by the crackling of thunder. The hat that he was once wearing was now blown off, blue flames eating away at it, burning it to a brilliant golden brown, before charring black. Which was exactly what was happening to the back of his head. It let out an inhuman wail, as it swung its hand around to grab at whatever it was that impacted it, and would try to crush the Kenpachi if she was caught.

As for poor old Krug Dug, it was quickly knocked out of its stupor by a sword lancing through its skin, embedding itself deep into the ogre's chest. It let out a guttural noise, as it choked out a scream. Sadly for the abomination, it could not see who it was that injured it. Unfortunately, it could see Akira, which it charged at with a passion. The sound of rattling bones could be heard as its feet pounded against the ground. It raced towards the Shinigami with a hatred that only a demon could hope to accomplish.

With weapon raised, it swung down, intent on clobbering the lighting loving reaper. If the blow connected... Well, it certainly wouldn't be a pretty sight. Thankfully, it was a pretty poor shot, as displayed before. Still, it would try and try until it felt it hit something softer the ground. Each impact the club made came with the sound of meaty flesh and breaking bones. Krug Dug was bellowing out in anger with each swing that it made.

Artificial Zanpakuto Release: 200
Blood Pool: 200
Total Reiatsu Remaining: 10,800/18,000

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{Sprecher}
Artificial Zanpakuto Name: Sprecher

Class: 2

Item Type: Weapon

Item Power (IP): 1000

Offense Type: Rootbeer

Durability: 2000

Artificial Zanpakuto Release Phrase:: "It's time to root this beer in a float, Sprecher!"

Artificial Zanpakuto Appearance:

Sealed: Kitai is a many of many things, and most of those things are random as hell items. Sprecher is no exception. In it's base for Sprecher is a magical thermos that stands a foot tall and is 3.5 inches wide (diameter). The cup of the thermos is black while the main body is akin to that of a kilt. Red, black, and green produces it's kilted attire. However that's not the best part of Sprecher. Sprecher is something akin to a sugar fiends dream in that it holds an endless supply of rootbeer floats. Always perfectly chilled and always with just enough ice cream to make sure the rootbeer isn't overpowered. Truly a magnificent addition to any item connoisseur's repertoire.


Released:

Upon being released Sprecher takes on a very . . . curious appearance. For starters the main handle of the weapon becomes the thermos though it shrinks to accomodate a standard claymore handle. It does however maintain the kilt like appearance and even feels soft to hold akin to cloth on the grip. The cup cap at the top changes into the actual guard of the handle and shows off its own flair as it becomes a spoon with a scoop of ice cream and a soda bottle placed in the form of an "X". From here the best part of the weapon manifests. The rootbeer float. That's right, the entire blade of the weapon is a perfectly layered, frothy goodness covered, with a curiously sharpened ice cream edged blade of a rootbeer float. This blade is 4 feet long with the handle and guard totalling to 1 foot together. This brings the weapon in it's released state to a grand total of 5 feet of pure sugary goodness. And yes if one licks it or is near it you can smell/taste the rootbeer float.


Artificial Zanpakuto Power:

The power of this weapon is what you'd expect it to be. It weaponizes every part of a rootbeer float possible. However it can only weaponize it so much and thus has two settings that the user must choose from at the start of each post. The choices are listed below. Lastly upon releasing the user chooses which "setting" the weapon starts out at.


Foam: While this setting is chosen the user can generate "shockwaves" out of the creamy foam produced when ice cream and rootbeer mix. These shockwaves however produce no damage and thus do not require 600 strength. Just because these foam-waves don't inflict damage doesn't mean they aren't potent however. These waves upon coming into contact with someone coat them in foamy bubbles. These bubbles hinder all 5 senses an individual has. All they can taste or smell is sugar and rootbeer. Their sense of feeling is sticky wet rootbeer float. Hearing is muffled and eyesight is hindered by the bubbles. To use one's senses for anything that doesn't involved the foamy bubbles the victim must have 200 in Senses. The bubbles do not however last indefinitely and thus without reapplying them only last 2 posts.

These foam-waves do have a couple limitations however. They can only go 60 feet total. They also move at 500 speed making most individuals capable of dodging them. And lastly 4 total can be fired in a post. Also if someone comes into contact with any liquid they can wash off the bubbles. If no water is available in the area however they can attempt to burn it off if they have higher OS.


Float: Once this setting is chosen Sprecher begins to produce an ungodly amount of rootbeer float. Enough that while the blade remains a constant the remainder of the produced liquid just begins to coat everything around it. Starting with the user's hand, possibly arm if they hold it up, and most notably the ground around the user. This begins to produce a puddle that spans out to 40 feet in diameter and follows wherever Sprecher is. Inherently the rootbeer float that is produced doesn't do anything other than make everything sweet smelling and really sticky.

This changes when the user spends 200 reiatsu. Upon spending the required amount the user can select any section up to 10 feet in diameter and freeze it instantaneously. This is due to the reiatsu super freezing the ice cream that's floating around. The form of this frozen zone is varying depending on the user's desire. Make a spike trap? That's fine. Produce hands that grab a hold onto everything nearby? Gucci. Or you could even be boring and just have it be a slab of frozen ice cream. Whatever the form it can be 4 feet tall maximum if it extends. And it has an OS equal to Sprecher. Should one get held in place by the flash frozen ice cream they can break it using any number of attacks that equal it's OS. If an individual uses a fire or heat based ability the frozen delights OS is counted as half its total for the clash.

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{Blood Pool}

Technique Name: The Blood Pool Mastered

Class: [1]

Technique Type: [Saika Techniques]

Usable By: [Saika]

Technique Element: [Blood]

Technique Description and Effects: [The user is able to create a pool of blood that acts much like the lava pools in Hell. Entering the pool will completely heal anyone back to 100%, as well as extend the duration out of Hell by five posts, per post they stay inside, for Saika. Anyone that enters the pool will be rendered completely immobile for the extreme burning sensation that the pool creates, unless they have a 3 in pain tolerance, or anti-torture. Heals anyone, including enemies that dare enter. ]

How to use technique: [The user must sacrifice a limb in order to create a pool. After that, the pool takes four posts to emerge. Costs 200 to start, but nothing once it finally energes.]

Technique Drawbacks: [Stated above]

Made By: [Kitai Yoru]

Reserved?: [Yes]

[Satoshi Fuuko]

"Shit!" Fuuko's Sakugen only helped Kitai, freeing him from his bindings. At least it cut his leg off, though? At the very least, it allowed Fuuko to keep maneuvering so that she was in a better position and that her comrades were in a better position. Fuuko had gotten in front of Kitai and was keeping a pace in front of him just to keep an eye on him and whatever crazy shit he was up to. He seemed to be lurching his way towards the academy, but Fuuko didn't know why. Maybe he wanted to tell all the academy students that the life of a bum was far superior to that of an honest soldier! She had hoped that cutting off his leg would slow him down, but, apparently, his mouth was still working just fine.

"Don't play coy with me! Get a job!" She shouted back at Kitai. Thankfully, it seemed like his attention was kept enough for Kazuhiko and Iroka to get into a sort of triangle position. Kazuhiko's attack also seemed to have a decent affect on Kitai, and the blonde smirked at how well his brother was. Though Kitai's response made Fuuko narrow her eyes. What the fuck was he saying? Obviously it wasn't true, but the fact that this ass was even insinuating such a thing really pissed Fuuko off. She grit her teeth and was ready for another Sakugen when the man pulled out a thermos. Was he already ready for a break?

His sword was weird- and stupid. Fuuko narrowed her eyes and she could hear Shukketsubuki in the back of her head whining about how there was so much root beer and not as much of the good stuff she wanted. She ignored it for the moment. Though, she had no choice as Kitai whipped a frothy wave of soda at her. "The fuck!?" Whatever it was, she was sure it wasn't just tasty root beer. Unfortunately, it was coming at her about as fast as she could run away. 

Fuuko pursed her lips as the wave approached. She stomped the ground and threw herself backwards before the wave crashed into her, sending her own shockwave to crash against the incoming wave of delicious soda as she leaped backwards in a blur. She landed, kneeling as the wave petered out. a little bit in front of her. 

"You and that damn Bum! I know you two are in cahoots! You tell him he can shove his twenty-thousand Ryo up his ass!" 

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Reiatsu: 4775/5000 - Blood Bank: 000 - Unreleased Tachi

(Used Shunpo Eichi - 150)

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{abilities}Strength - 400 Points (600) +50%
Speed - 300 Points
Spiritual Pressure - 400 Points (500) +25%
Reiatsu Strength - 45 Points (31) -30%
Light Aura - 95 Points
Dark Aura - 05 Points
Instinct- 75 Points
Senses- 100 Points (75) -25%
Energy sensory - 40 Points
Healing Expertise - 0 Points

• [Battle Focus] {1}
• [Pain Tolerance] {2}
• [Lack of Fear] {2}
• [Zanjutsu] {1}
• [Strength of Will] {2}
• [Damage Recovery] {2}
• [Bleeding Tolerance] {2}
• [Anti-Stealth] {1}
• [Stealing] {1}
• [Interrogation] {1}

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{Shunpo Eichi (Master)}Shunpo Eichi (Master)
Technique Name: Shunpo Eichi
Class: 4
Technique Type: Kidō
Technique Element: None
Technique Description and Effects:
The "exploding Shunpo" technique. This allows the user, for a cost of 150 Reiatsu, to initiate a Shunpo. This Shunpo releases far more power, so anywhere within a meter of the user will be hit with an explosive shockwave equivalent to the user's physical Strength when the Shunpo is used.
How to use technique:
Stated above.
Drawback:
Stamina drain. Reiatsu cost. Can only be used twice per post.
Made by: Admin

Munemasa Iroka

[Akira Hinosai]

Damn it all! If I just had my fullbring, I'd burn these fuckers alive! Akira gritted his teeth. His byakurai had landed, but being poked in the eye had done little to slow down the jolly green giant. The battle was passing Akira by as even some crazy girl was landing more hits than him. That sucks! This sucks so hard! Hell, even Benny of all people was somewhat successful in grappling the marshmallow man. Meanwhile all Akira could do was take potshots with his little peashooter kido. It wasn't enough he had to be consigned to the b-team while the dirty ragamuffins of squad 4 got all the action, no. He was relegated to the lowest pits of uselessness.

This was supposed to be his debut, and he was blowing it. The giant orc growled as it was stabbed by the crazy girl. Before Akira could so much as protest the unfairness of it all, the orc started walking towards him. Akira's mind must be playing tricks on him. That didn't make sense. When a wasp stings you, you go after the wasp, not some fly which happened to be nearby. Akira knew as the giant didn't stop moving that it was, in fact, coming to kill him. Oh. Akira thought, and he began to scream. Nope. No no no. He DEFINITELY didn't sign up for tank duty. He didn't have the physique for that! The giant orc could flatten Akira without even meaning to, that's how strong it was.

Akira was keenly aware of his mortality, and his diminished stature. Neither one of them boded well for his chances here. Akira was hoping to avoid going to hell. Especially so soon after he died the first time. It was so unfair! Though Akira's body kicked into autopilot as he ran away from the approaching giant. His immediate thought was to make a mad dash for the sewers and hope to the soul king this orc would lose interest. Though as Akira ran, he finally launched into a shunpo, falling into the muscular arms of Benjiro Hiroto. Shit! Now Akira couldn't flee. People would know he broke and deserted the battlefield now. No, no, this is ok. I can work with this.

Akira prepared his best attempt at diplomacy under the circumstances. "PLEASE BENNY YOU HAVE TO HELP ME THAT THING'S GONNA KILL ME I DON'T WANNA DIE PLEASE PLEASE!!!" Akira looked to see Benjiro's bindings still holding. He was good at kido. Irritatingly good at kido. But Benny wouldn't know what to do. He couldn't overpower the giant orc. No one could. If they wanted to survive, they'd have to use their brains, and Benny was an idiot. That meant Akira would have to come up with a plan himself. "Wait! I have an idea!" Akira bounced back from the depths of despair, his face still red and his eyes still watery. "Have you ever seen the Empire Strikes Back?" Akira realized as soon as he said it that was a stupid question. "Doesn't matter. If we can bind the orc's legs together at the same time, we can trip it!"

Common wisdom stated "The bigger they are, the harder they fall." With any luck, they'd find out just how true that was. "Ok, ok, on 3 we say the incantation together, ok? Aim for the legs, just above the ankles." Akira's voice was frenzied and manic. "Ok?" Assuming Benjiro was on board, and didn't say "get the fuck off me you little weirdo" Akira would start the countdown. "3, 2, 1! Disintegrate, you black dog of Rondanini! Look upon yourself with horror and tear out your own throat! Bakudo number 9, Horin!" and with that, Akira would perform his half of the synchronized bakudo. The creature was strong, sure. It had busted through bindings before, but if they worked together, they could trip it up enough so that it would fall to the ground and take all sorts of damage, and also be open to some sick ass finishing blow by the crazy girl or whoever.

520/620
-50 shunpo (effective speed of 800)
(-25 for Horin, effective RS of 68 due to the incantation)

[Munemasa Iroka]

Iroka watched as her kidou entangled the scorched fellow, even as Fuuko bore in on him. He was agile, Iroka would give him that, except... well, apparently, his evasive maneuver did not seem to work as intended. The orange haired Shinigami could only blink in surprise as the fellow jeered Fuuko for missing, before announcing that his name was not 'Marshmallow-san'.For all that, he did not proffer any name by which he could be called. Ah well, Iroka would have to find a name that she could call him without him having to complain about.

The cheese, however, seemed to be more amenable to the name it had been given. Maybe it was because she had used the 'san' suffix for the burnt fellow, instead of something more respectful like 'dono'. Noted. Iroka would correct that matter. In any case, the fellow with one leg informed Iroka that asking too many questions took the magic out of things. She didn't wholeheartedly agree, but that was not particularly important, as her eyes widened in awe and delight at hearing that he made the talking cheese. "Wait! You made Limburger-dono?! Sugoi!! How did you do it? You have to tell me!"

Sadly, it seemed the crazy fellow whose leg Fuuko had sliced off didn't seem obliged to simply stay and chat. He took off again, as a huge wheel of cheese, about 12 meters in height, rose up from the black mist which Iroka had been careful not to come near. Even as the fellow zoomed off, Iroka stared at the cheese in a bit of dismay. This would definitely be a hindrance, and while they were dealing with something that huge, that burnt guy would be running amok in the Academy. Why he seemed so interested in the place was something Iroka could not decipher. But it was best to not let him have his way, whatever that was.

Fortunately, Kazuhiko seemed up to the task. Calling on Iroka to handle the cheese if his attack did not take it down, he ordered Fuuko to keep chasing after the maniac, as he called the name of a technique Iroka was unfamiliar with, and fired a huge, white wave of pulsating energy. It connected with the giant cheese, and the results were spectacular. The cheese was literally blown into pieces, with a few score rats being blasted out of it. Eww. One of them fell beside Iroka, who yelped and skipped away when it began to speak. Then it died. Iroka didn't care. "Mmkay," she said in a dismissive, disgusted voice, as she turned away from it. The best vermin were dead vermin.

The burnt maniac did not seem too happy. Whatever joke he intended concerning the cheese was absolutely lost on Iroka, though she couldn't ask Fuuko or Kazuhiko about the punchline, as she suspected it was supposed to be something really straightforward. In any case, this fellow was apparently not through with his shenanigans, as he revealed a thermos, out of which he poured some deep brown liquid. And then he called what sounded like a command, and the thermos flask transformed into a weird-looking sword. And it seemed to be producing this liquid, which he could drink freely from. A zanpakutou which produced food was really a neat idea. It made Iroka hungry, just thinking about it.

And then, he sent a wave of foam from his sword at Fuuko, and next at Kazuhiko. It was a no-brainer; the next wave was coming for her. Fortunately for Iroka, as she had seen the wave sent at her colleagues, she had expected the attack. If she'd been the first person targeted, Iroka was sure she would not have been able to avoid it. But even though the wave of foam was faster than she was, she could avoid it, all the same. A part of her wanted to try tasting it, but she didn't dare. It could be poisonous, or have some strange ability that would cause serious grievance if it hit.

Using Shunpo, Iroka changed location, getting out of the way of the wave aimed at her, reappearing as she pointed both her clenched fist, with index and middle finger lying side by side and pointing outwards at Kitai. "Carriage of Thunder. Bridge of a spinning wheel. With light, divide this into six! Bakudou #61: Rikujokoro!" She wasn't sure she could pound out such powerful attacks as the one she'd seen Kazu use, but hopefully, she could restrain the maniac. "I'd rather you settled down so we could talk, Kabayaki-dono." There, she had used 'dono' for him, and surely grilled eel was more honorable than a marshmallow. "You seem to be good at making food. I'd like to get some pointers from you."

Never mind that this was an enemy of Seireitei who needed to be put down. Science came first.

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{Stuff}
STATS:
Strength: 70 (-50%): 35
Speed: 140
Reiatsu Strength: 80 (+50%): 120
Spiritual Pressure: 122 (+50%): 183 [Reiatsu: 1830]
Instinct: 50
Senses: 100 (-50%): 50
Energy Sensory: 00
Healing Expertise: 400

Techs: Shunpo and Rikujokoro (RS of 150 due to incantation)

Technique Name: Shunpo (Flash Steps)
Class: 7
Technique Type: Kidō
Technique Element: None
Technique Description and Effects:
A movement technique that allows the user to move faster than the eye can follow. The focal point that determines the basis of this technique is speed. As speed is the main point of the technique, the method is best characterized by how fast one can get from Point A to Point B in the least amount of steps. Training and skill are what determines how fast a user of Shunpo can move. Those of little skill in the technique or those who haven't used it for an extended amount of time would obviously be out of practice, causing those individuals to be considerably slower. This requires the use of more steps to move the same distance and become tired more easily in a shorter amount of time. A single step magnifies speed for that step by ten times. Shunpo uses fifty Reiatsu per step. This one is automatically learned in the academy. All Shinigami know this when created. This technique does not take up a technique slot.
How to use technique:
Focus of Reishi around the feet area and launch off into a single blurring step. It is not unlike teleportation in appearance, but it is simply extremely fast movement. It is often used to gain an edge in a single moment of combat or to dodge incoming attacks.
Cost: 50 Reiatsu

Technique Name: Bakudō #61: Rikujokoro (Six Rods Prison of Light)
Technique Class: 4 - 40 TTP
Technique Type: Kidō - Bakudō.
Usable By: Kidō-users.
Technique Element: Light.
Technique Cost: 150 Reiatsu.
Description: Summons six thin, wide beams of light that slam into a target's midsection from all sides, holding them in place. This technique also results in total paralysis, and can even suspend targets in mid-air.
How to Use: This requires the user's eyes to be focused on the target, and their casting hand to be aimed at the target as well. The six beams will then close in, but those who are quick enough or instinctive enough will be able to dodge.
Incantation: The incantation increases the reiatsu strength of this technique by 25%. (I.E. Reiatsu strength of 100 is instead worth 125.) ("Carriage of Thunder. Bridge of a spinning wheel. With light, divide this into six!")
Cost: 150 Reiatsu

Reiatsu Pool: 1605/1830

[Kitai Yoru]

And yet again, nothing but incoherent nonsense came from the mouth of Fuuko. "I have a job! Not even counting this one!" He could argue that this was a job, given he was hired to do it, but he wasn't going to bother debating her. "And would you at least describe what this 'mythical bum' looks like? Because unless you're talking about Rizer, I haven't the slightest idea who you're talking about!" He said, mentioning the name of the guy who paid for Jack and Jill to muck about the place with him.

And he was really just here so they wouldn't get in over their heads. He had visited this place too many times, and the excitement was wearing thin. So he was here, keeping any excess heat off of them for the time being. Then the excitable blond, though he supposed he could use that descriptor for any of them, started how he made the cheese wheel. "Of course I made it! I mean, I had some assistance from an old frienemy in the secret recipe, but I did everything else!"

She didn't look too impressed with his little attempt at a joke, looking outright repulsed by the dying rat. Note to self, she does not like rats. That was probably good to know. Neither she nor the angry one got caught by the wave of foam, thanks to their movement techniques, meaning they probably weren't fast enough to dodge it without them. The angry one started screaming about twenty thousand Ryo, while the other one looked to be chanting another one of their magic spells. If it was the ropes again, he was just going to cut through them as they were launched at him.

"How did you get into a situation where he was offering to pay you twenty thousand ryo?" He yelled out to her, curious about what she was rambling on about. It was at this time that he saw that the one who appreciated his artistry did not, in fact, launch a rope at him. Instead, six triangles of yellow light slammed into his waist, turning him into the worlds most annoyed flower. He tried to make a quip, or even slash through the Doritos, but he found that his body was completely paralyzed. He could barely make himself twitch.

He would give her points for that move, he hadn't expected it. Unfortunately for her, he was not without his tricks. A rattling could be heard from his left sleeve a moment before a black metal chain snaked its way out of his left sleeve. It hung limp for a moment, before it struck out like a snake, smashing its way through the Kido that was binding him. The spell was broken in an instant, and Kitai slumped over, taking a deep breath. "Well aren't you cheeky!"

He took another deep sip from his blade, and the setting it was in changed. Root beer started to drip from the weapon. One drop, two, then a third, before the faucet was opened. Soda poured endlessly from the sword, covering Kitai's hand, and splashing against the ground, traveling. Further and further it moved, until the flow teetered out at forty feet in all directions, with Kitai in the middle. The air was filled with the smell of root beer and vanilla ice-cream, drowning out all other scents. It was a beautiful thing. Kitai's sword also looked to be comprised more of ice-cream than soda at the moment.

The newly named 'Limburger-dono' all but screamed at the wave of incoming liquid sugar, and bolted away, moving towards the academy to escape the fate of becoming soggy cheese. "And now this spot will never be free of the smell of root beer floats! My master plan is complete!" Unseen by any of them, a storm drain was close enough to Kitai that a large amount of the desert flowed down into the sewers. If there wasn't an endless amount of the liquid, that might have been an issue. Regardless, the sewer tunnels were likely to suffer the same fate as the streets, of being both slightly sticky, and smelling amazing.

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"Krug Dug! KRUG DUG!" The beast roared its name once again, just barely catching the direction the Soul Reaper flashed off to. The ogre could feel the sword shifting in its chest as it galloped towards the nearest target. While it knew the weapon was there, it had no way of removing it. The hilt was too small for its hideously disfigured fingers, and it couldn't even move its head in a way that would let it get a look at the Zanpakuto in the first place. The monster didn't care either way. It wasn't made to care about dying, or long term problems.

Its lungs heaved inside its chest, heart tickling against the tip of the blade with every beat it made. As per usual, the beast had its club raised high, like an executioner's axe, as it thundered over to Akira and Benjiro. It cared not for the former's fear, or how the latter would react. It was determined to kill as much as it could. There was not a thought inside the mind of this abomination aside from murder. That was why it did not react to the kido the panicked man through at Krug Dug, until it was too late.

The binding caught both of its malformed legs. The chains snapped instantly, but it was enough make the brute trip, the forward momentum being too much for it to stop. A look of shock crossed its face, before it fell, landing on its chest, and more importantly, on the sword. The Zanpakuto lanced the rest of the way through its heart. The beast sounded like it was choacking, as blood trickled past its lips, as it uttered its last words. "Krug... Dug..." And like that, the beast was out of its, and everyone else's, misery. The beast's face was less than three feet from where the two fledgling shinigami stood, letting them know just how close they were to this turning out differently.

Bladed Chains: 100
Blood Pool: 2/4
Total Reiatsu Remaining: 10,700/18,000

[Benjiro Hiroto]

"Akira?" That was all Benjiro could utter as his attention was broken by the fashionable younger Shinigami calling out to him. As Akira fell into Benjiro's arms, he felt that the weight of his dear friend weigh down upon him, but the gentle giant's powerful muscles held firm. Benjiro's heart was racing, his mind overwhelmed by the suddenness of the situation. He had never felt such a strong desire to protect someone before, let alone the crying Shinigami he had grown quite attached to. Despite his flustered state, Benjiro knew he had to stay calm and protect Akira at all costs. As Akira pleaded for his life, Benjiro's resolve hardened, his gripping the young Shinigami even tighter, pulling him even closer to his considerable chest.

As Akira proposed his plan, Benjiro struggled to keep up. He was never one for strategy or tactics, especially referential tactics to films he had never seen before, preferring to rely on his strength and abilities in battle. But as he looked down at the young Shinigami in his arms, he knew he had to find a way to help him. He felt a budding feeling of admiration for Akira's quick thinking, even in the face of certain death. With a renewed sense of purpose, Benjiro nodded in agreement, his eyes fixed on the towering orc in the distance. "I trust you."

Akira counted down, Benjiro's heart racing faster with every digit. He couldn't shake the feeling of responsibility he felt for Akira's safety, as well as his responsibility to the Soul Society as a whole, but he knew that this plan was their best chance of survival. With all his concentration and ability, Benjiro focused on the orc's legs, his mind and his mouth reciting the incantation in perfect unison with Akira's. "Disintegrate, you black dog of Rondanini! Look upon yourself with horror and tear out your own throat! Bakudo number 9, Horin!" Two streams of orange energy burst forth, one like lightning, the other like a geyser. The first beam struck the orc's legs and coiled around him like a snake while the second beam snapped and held firm, akin to that of the roots of a tree. Unfortunately, the charging orc managed to break the restraints with its mad dash, but the plan succeeded.

As the orc tripped and stumbled forward, it fell and impaled itself further in the other Shinigami's Zanpakuto, falling dead only three feet away from the Kido couple. Whether it was from shock or exhaustion, Benjiro's grip on Akira slipped, and the young Shinigami fell began to fall forward onto the corpse of the orc. Panic set in as Benjiro realized that they were still in grave danger. As he looked down at Akira, he felt a sudden and inexplicable wave of protectiveness wash over him. He raised a hand out for Akira to take, smiling softly as he spoke. "Sorry about that, Akira. Are you alright?"

He would then turn to the other Shinigami that were there, specifically the powerful warrior that was singlehandedly charring the candy creature with her fist. He decided to continue with his support, especially as he saw the creature reach up to try and grab the woman. Just one more time. "Bakudo number 9, Horin!" He roared with vigor, the geyser of orange energy wrapping around the candy creature's arm in the hopes that he slowed it enough for the powerful Shinigami to finish it off. As soon as he let that Kido fly, he felt his concentration wane and his exhaustion begin to set in, the rapid casting and tense combat causing him to feel strain in his mind.

Reiatsu: 575-50=525/650
-50 for Horins
Cast with an incantation so RS is 165, then cast without an incantation so RS is 150

[Akira Hinosai]

Am I dead? Is this hell? That was one thing about death. It was sudden. Disorienting. One minute you're fighting for your life, the next you wake up somewhere else as your soul instantaneously teleported to the afterlife. AKira happened to be intimately familiar with the process. Only he knew where his next life would take him. Hell. The last thing he remembered was shouting the incantation alongside Benny and. BENNY! Akira heard the giant's voice. That meant for sure this wasn't hell. Benny wasn't the type that deserved hell. That could only mean the plan worked, and both of them were still alive! Akira felt a wave of relief wash over him.

Benjiro offered Akira a hand and he took it. Akira was still quite out of it. It was like someone reached into his head and deleted the frames of the immediate aftermath of the horin ploy. Still, Benjiro asked if he was alright. Akira had yet to answer. It also occurred to him Benjiro was asking because he saw Akira cry. Now that the imminent fear of death was gone, Akira was left with a deep sense of shame. He felt his face flush hot. He had to shift the topic somehow. "Am I ok? Never fucking better! Did you see that? Oh man, that was so cool! Man, I must be some kinda tactical genius or something...And, uh, you were good too." Akira begrudgingly admitted that last part. He was all too eager to move past the fact that he did start crying earlier. Seriously, this body was totally lame. It was like his emotions were magnified or something. He never cried when he was a human...

Despite it all happening so fast, Akira didn't need to ask some dumb question like "What happened?" He knew what happened. THEY WON! Akira could see the orc's lifeless body on the ground. "HA! IN YOUR FACE BITCH!!!" Akira's plan actually worked! He took down the giant! Sure, the battle wasn't exactly over. Sure, he needed help, but the plan was all his idea! What a plan it was, too. Who said watching too many movies was bad for you?  Akira completely bounced back from crying at his imminent death. As far as anyone needed to know, that was part of his ploy to get Benjiro to play along.

Sure, Benjiro's kido may have been stronger, but what use was a blade without someone to wield it? Still, there would be time to celebrate when the stay puff marshmallow man was turned into a giant pile of smores. Akira saw Benny launch another horin to bind the creature's arm. No doubt so the crazy girl could kill it. "Back to playing support..." Akira grumbled. He held out a hand and prepared himself to cast another horin. With any luck, he could bind the creature's other arm, limiting its mobility even further. Less mobility meant its bindings would be harder to break, AND the crazy girl would have a better shot. Akira hoped he'd get some kind of medal for this. "Disintegrate, you black dog of Rondanini! Look upon yourself with horror and tear out your own throat! Bakudo number 9, Horin." Giving how far way its ears were, Akira figured it was unlikely the confectionery monster would hear him before it was too late. Orange tendrils of energy shot up at the creature's free arm, hopefully at least distracting it for a bit.

Akira really hoped that crazy bitch with the sword didn't screw this up.

495/620 reiatsu

-25 horin (effective RS of 68)

[Kaminari Cinco]

Azure flames danced around the blackened belly-like tissue that was once carried that sweet gooey and fluffy texture, charring the surrounding softness that made a pretty good smore in any other situation. Mjolnir made contact blowing a small portion of what remained of the Marshmellow man's head, but... It wailed as per the nature of being struck. Pain of the minor implosion dealt by the Kenpachi which included the growing fire that continued to eat away some bits, resulted in its loud cry and retailiation. The single fluffy arm that the summoned Marshmellow man had flailed about at where the pain originated from. Kami saw as she withdrew the gooey mixture of black and white arm from the pool of heated sugar. A tingling singe covered the forearm of the woman as she withdrew it but not for much longer. What pain came from it turned to numbing, then into tearing from within. Kami couldn't stop what came next.

A single flash of white that blurred into the corner of her eye was the result of a lack of movement from the woman as Mjolnir's side effect kicked in. A technique that the Kenpachi was familiar of using in battle before, but not so fond of its after effects. Kami's entire left arm felt as if it were twisting from within. The pain it served up with the burning skin of melted sugar made the woman flinch, forced lapse in her movement to be able to dodge what came next. So, Kami could only brace herself as she was again flung off the creatures head, and into an adjacent building. The wind was knocked out of her. It was hard to breath. Her body felt battered and muscles were sore. The taste of blood that she coughed out replaced the sweet aroma that came from the wailing sugar man feets away from her. She gasped for air as the air came to be filled with chanting.

Get the fuck up she ordered herself. Get the fuck up... You have somewhere you need to be, right? she thought to herself. Only a single eye was what Kaminari was able to force open, feeling the sting of warm blood seeping into her left eye. Legs buckled as her ass slowly lifted with arms pushing in assistance. "Need to...finish.. Get to the...Academy." Adrenaline was flowing much more than it had before. Both the sense of urgency and anger were what was pushing the Kenpachi at this point. It didn't matter of being weak or strong, just merely needing to do what she needed to do. A flash of yellow glided past her view through the gap in the wall that was followed up by more wailing. The other Shinigami were still fighting, and an opportunity to end the Sweet Plush Man once and for all. Kami wasn't going to waste it.

With a single painful cry Kami got her ass moving once again and out of the Human crash site. Kami pulled herself from the wreckage and onwards to the Marshmellow, kicking off the ground to engage it once again. But, she had no sword. Kami didn't have her weapon, nor was she willing to use Mjolnir again on the same individual. She had another idea. The Kenpachi pushed herself to re-engage the Marshmellow, jamming the near numbing left arm into the side of the creatures head that was softened by her earlier strike. Planting it as firmly as she could as a single leg set itself paralleled to it. The right arm swung around and from over to grip the blackened soft gooey sugar as teeth would join it. The girl was going to pull with her legs as means to brace herself in a pulling motion. Kami was going to tear the head off at its weakened point of where the hole was located. "I dun need a sword. Just need ta.....pull it...OFFFFFFFF!"

If Kami was successful then she'll be charging at the Academy with no hestitation on her next moves.

[Kitai Yoru]

As the two celebrated their victory, a chittering noise could be heard from Krug Dug's mouth. The light in his eyes were still snuffed out, yet his lips were peeled back, revealing three goblinoids, as hunchbacked and deformed as Krug Dug themselves. Three crawled out of the putrid mouth of the monster, with one of them carrying a club that looked identical to the one fused to Krug Dug's hand. The three galloped over, each holding a section of the much more wieldy weapon over their heads. If Akira or Benjiro attacked the three, they would offer no resistance and be destroyed. If they allowed them to approach, they would kneel and present the weapon to Akira.

As for Merry the Marshmallow Monster, to say he wasn't doing too hot would be a lie. He was so hot he was ssssmokin'. Also melting, sizzling, burning, and charring. On the plus side, he smelled great. On the down side, his brain was exposed, and he was pretty sure that wasn't supposed to be touching the air. The brain wasn't more marshmallow, like the rest of him. His opened skull revealed that his bones were made of gram cracker, and his brain itself was made of a rich chocolate. That, and the sugary ripples were partially melted, making the crawling smore spasm slightly.

The one who called herself god had scored a traumatic blow to his noggin crippled his ability to react, hindering him even more than his charred left side. Still it tried to kill those near it. The fiend raised his trembling hand, dedicating all its willpower into striking at the woman who was so determined to end its suffering. It swung as she leapt, intent on turning her into a red smear against the streets of the Soul Society. But then two chains latched onto its wrist once more.

The beast howled in frustration as the color of orange once again prevented it from landing a killing blow, just barely stopping it from finally ending the one who crippled it so. But it was not meant to be, as the woman found her way to the side of his head, and began doing the impossible. Both arms sunk into the creature's candy brain, causing it to wail and shriek, trying and failing to get her off of it. She pulled, and pulled, and pulled, as the wet sound of tearing could be heard, before a wet 'pop' silenced the creature altogether,.

The left half of the chocolate brain came flying out, with large chunks of the gram cracker bone that were in the way. The beast's head slammed against the ground, and Kami flew backwards from the force exerted. Both Krug Dug and the Marshmallow man were dead, and the Soul Society was just that little more safer, thanks to these three. The one who summoned them was all that was left to deal with now. Would they run to the fight, or from it? Who would claim the club of Krug Dug? Kitai was looking forward to more opponents to fight.

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{The Slayer of Krug Dug}
Name: Slayer of Krug Dug
Description: This is a large weapon that looks exactly a wooden club, but is actually made of flesh and bone, and has a wrinkly fleshy feel to it. It is about six feet in length.

Class: 4
Item Type: Weapon
Item Power (IP): 600
Offense Type: Physical
Durability: 3x
Bonuses: This item uses either its IP or the user's strength to deal damage when it impacts something. When this item hits something, the user can pay 100 reiatsu to create a small ogre thing named Krug Dug. If this is against the ground, the one foot tall summon will run towards the wielder's enemy with 250 speed, and attempt to grab onto them with 300 strength, hugging them, and attempting to crush them. If the ogre is created onto a person, it will hug them to begin with.

Drawbacks: These Krug Dug's only have 200 durability, and only last two posts. Up to three can exist at one time.
Cost: 10,000
Crafting Skills: 4 in Crafting
Donated to Urahara's: Personal Item

[Satoshi Kazuhiko]

"Yosh!" Kazuhiko celebrated as his attack sliced through the strange man's even stranger creations. The mist that had been creating monstrosities dissipated as its connection to the reiatsu within it was severed! The same thing happened to the living cheese wheel. It worked! Ha! He couldn't help but pump his fist in a secondary celebration!

He'd managed to clear the way for his sister Fuuko. And much like his attack, hers too hit home! It had freed Kitai from his bindings, but unless the man had the ability to regenerate, it would considerably reduce his ability to run. Initially, Kazuhiko hoped only to ensure that the trio could protect the academy... But perhaps, with their surprising teamwork, they might even be able to catch this intruder!

"Sorry to ruin your bit. I hear the sixth division hosts great open mic nights. Quit running and I'll make sure you get a front-row cell!" Ha! Got'em!

Kita's next line left the boy confused... But in a way he didn't disagree. They weren't so different, the Arrancar and the Soul Reapers. However, before he could finish contemplating the philosophy of dichotomous existences, Kitai unveiled the punchline of his joke.

"How..." He looked at Fuuko and blinked... Before nodding in full agreement. "Stupid!" But stupid didn't mean it was ineffective! Kitai whipped his arm out, scattering a wave of foam! It was fast. Too fast for him to slip away from. Fine. He'd meet it head-on! He'd always been small and weak. But ever since he'd awakened Hyaakujuunou Kazuhiko had stopped being afraid of conflict! He didn't need to run! He could meet Kitai's blow and push through it! Just like Fuuko would!

"SORRYAAA!" He screamed as he threw his all into the foam wave that Kitai had produced, clashing against it with his great golden fist! It'd dissolve, not unlike Kitai's mist and the cheese wheel! A futile attack that would only buy them more time to close on him! "Give up, you're caught!" He demanded as the wave of root beer splashed all over him, soaking him to the bone as if he'd been just opened a bottle of soda that'd been put in a paint shaker!

"O-Ora?" He staggered. The wave should have dissipated! His release should have dissolved it completely! The reality was that Kazuhiko had been overconfident in an ability he was still getting used to. While the weapon was certainly spiritual in nature, the root beer shockwave wasn't infused with reiatsu. It was -his- ability that was useless.

His world was consumed in bubbles and sticky sweet smells. He couldn't hear or see or feel anything that wasn't disgustingly sweet. His sixth sensory field was still active, but it would only be effective for anything within 50 feet of him... And Kitai was far outside of that! Kazuhiko might have dispelled Kitai's summons, but Kitai had left the boy in a prison of foam. For the time being he was completely removed from the fight!

((Feel free to skip my next post since the foam lasts two posts! It'll line up nicely since I'll be on vacation anyway!))