Reunion: Sandlogged Kuchiki [JT, R]

[Ajraka Kuchiki]

Travel was something she'd never really considered all that important, for one she hardly ever went anywhere back when she was couped up in the soul society. Of course, a lot of things had been ever more.....simple...back then. She smiled, recalling that she barely could talk back then, oh how the months had changed her, that curious little mind had sharpened itself upon her newfound relatives, and what with her stranding in the Desert of Hueco Mundo? Well, she had a.... different sort of mental exercise. Leadership.

As it had turned out, leading the ship was almost second nature. Aggressive and feral as ner nature was, she immediately responded to challenges amongst her crew, so even when she had explained to the mixed crew of freed oarslaves and defected arrancar and hollows that they would e heading to Soul Society, there had been surprisingly little resistance. In the time she'd come to captain the ship she had, along the way, earned their respect. Of course there was the matter of getting to Soul Society, which as it turned out was not as difficult as she'd come to assume. After a brief conversation with her First Mate, the rather lanky Arrancar that, like his Captain she'd succeeded, was surprisingly docile, he himself she found, had worn a similar little necklace to the one she'd attained. She of course, did not bother to pry as he explained that for hollows, traveling to different planes was simple, especially given the 'ship' they sailed on was a Gillian. She relinquished the details of command so far as whatever preparations needed to be made for the journey to him. 

Before she knew it they were swimming through a vast black void. Very much unlike the one made by the shinigami some weeks ago when they had first begun the excursion to Hueco Mundo for the mission. She felt a brief pang of discomfort at the memory of the shinigami that had lost their lives. But she tossed such thoughts aside, simply sitting upon the bow of the ship as at the end of that abyssal road, light finally shone ahead, and opened to reveal their arrival. 

She didn't know exactly what she'd expected, but she was a tad intrigued to find that of all places they'd come to find landing in the wilderness in the outter reaches of the Rukongai, the badlands more or less, which were wracked with more ruins and wildlands than actual buildings. As they met that blaring bright sun that cast it's rays down upon them, she remained silent and still as Yaza barked out the command to submerge, immediately the ship diving down, that Gillian of a ship burrowing down and into the ground. Regardless of the difference between earth and sand, it was not a terrible difference and the ship easily burrowed down, releasing subtle tremors to the surrounding area as it nestled down, until at long last, after traveling a ways from the point of entry, it settled just at the surface, it's spines along it's back pointing out like sandstone spires, blending in somewhat with the landscape, the prow of the ship just cresting from the ground, enough room for them to emerge without leaving the ship too out in the open. 

After ordering all but a few sentries, souls from the freed slave populace so as not to arouse suspicion, to stay below in the ship, she took one last look at the spires that marked her ship's location before she shifted her attention to the nearest populated area. It was half a mile off. Too far away to have even felt the tremors. Though no doubt, the brief spiritual presence of the ship prior to submerging would draw attention. She was hoping for that. Ajraka might not have been the brightest, but she had come to understand that she did have a duty, and not just to those she'd come to lead, but to her family. They needed to know she was alright. She just hoped one of them was around.

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

For a certain Kuchiki, long walks in the wilderness were a necessary therapeutic exercise. They kept him sane, in a world where his job was to inflict pain on himself in new ways. His job was to study and create Kidou for the good of the Soul Society, as well as provide support and assistance to other squads when they needed an expert, someone who had extensive knowledge and mastery of a wide variety of techniques. And that job is what Kyomei the Kidou Corp Commander was good at, however, it caused him intense pain on a daily basis. The more detailed and intricate his knowledge that was required, the more pain he felt. And it was not something that he had adjusted to yet.

The Squad 4 Medics said his condition was incurable as long as his overflowing and abundant spiritual powers were present. His greatest strength was his greatest weakness. He couldn't focus his power nearly as much as his cousin Iro, who could blow aside attacks with far less reiatsu strength than the Commander, and the medics couldn't even attempt to patch up the wound that had been inflicted in the failed attack on Las Noches. That chest wound had cut more than flesh and reiatsu, it had caused irreparable damage to Kyomei's very essence. And as a result, he often needed long breaks from using any reiatsu whatsoever. He had found that the best place to accomplish that was away from the hustle and bustle of the Seireitei and instead deep in the Wilderness.

Earthquakes and tremors were not uncommon in the ever expanding Wilderness, so Kyomei thought nothing of it when the ground began to move slightly. He was just exiting the Rukongai when Ajraka landed her Gillian ship, so while the sandstone spires would be visible to someone with more keen senses than the Shinigami, they were of no matter to the man who couldn't really have noticed them. So he started his walk, wandering off in a direction that he thought was random. In actuality, it was headed for the general vicinity of the Beast Clan member whom he considered part of his family. It had been awhile since he had seen her, but she was not forgotten.

Training for TTP

[Ajraka Kuchiki]

It had been quite a long time since she'd seen him that at first she almost didn't recognize his aura, that subtle thrum that resonated throughout the area and caused her ears to flick. It was a presence more than anything and while she had only the foggiest of energy senses, she took a brief moment to sniff the air in response to the sensation. Was that... him? Her ears immediately propped up on her skull. She took only a moment to realize she'd snared a familiar scent and she began to follow it, slowly shifting onto all fours as she began to speed towards the source, and bit by bit her excitement grew until at long last she spotted him. Her father. 

She was quite suddenly bucking at full speed, a brown and black blur, the tattered remains of her uniform now mixed with the white cloak she'd gotten from her time in Hueco Mundo as she would aim to hit Kyomei like a bolt, her spiritual pressure easily felt and recognized well before the impact as she would attempt to hug the everliving daylights out of her father, a wide grin adorning her muzzle as she would so exclaim with glee "DAD!" In perhaps not the most Kuchiki-like of greetings. But she couldn't help it. She'd been gone for a little over a month. Of course she smelled heavily of Menos, and the general funk of Las Noches, but she was quite pleased to greet her adoptive father before at long last she stepped back, still grinning as she awaited his own response to her presence, though no doubt he might be somewhat confused as he would have likely been informed of her attendance on the expedition, a mission that they hadn't been expected to return from for another few weeks. 

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

The Commander could only sputter as he got a face full of fur as Ajraka ran full speed into him. He was definitely confused, even though he had a small bit of warning, especially since he wasn't really focused on his surroundings during his walks. Most of the hollows that would dare attack him would kill themselves if they tried to grab or maul him and others would just be squashed under his gravitational pressure if he felt annoyed enough at their presence. So the face full of daughter was not expected, and his mouth was open. Ew. Regardless, he welcomed the hug and set her down before looking over her tattered clothing. "Ajraka! What is with your clothing? That is not how a Kuchiki handles herself. And have... have you even tried to bathe recently? It's good to see you, but... you're not due back for weeks!" Kyomei may have been lecturing, but there was a small smile on his face to let her know that it was all in good fun.

[Ajraka Kuchiki]

Ajraka stared for all of eleven seconds at her father as he smiled, but also gave her a little bit of ribbing into. The brief sensation of his mouth on her was immediately blocked out, not even making a dip into her memory, short or long as she took a step back and furrowed her brows. Bathed? There was no water in Hueco Mundo. And the mention of her not being due actually staggered her slightly. How long had they been away? Had it really only been a month or so since? She reached up, staring in horror at the ground as she realized how little time had passed, but she recovered her composure. Freaking out could wait until later, for now she had more....serious matters to address. She took a deep breath, calming her nerves as she looked up to her adopted father.
"IT's.....complicated. The mission was not a complete failure but... other shinigami...." She trailed off, eyes averting for only a second before she continued.

"We were captured by this group. They forced us into work. For a few weeks I think... Until we took control of the ....vessel." She frowned, not quite sure what to call the thing. She turned her back on her father, glancing off to the sandstone spires that were the beginnings of her ship. "Would... be best to show you. Just.... remain calm yes?" She noted, clearly apprehensive as she looked over her shoulder at her father. How was she to explain that not only were the other shinigami dead, but that she could not just return to soul society? That she had a responsibility? She wasn't quite sure just yet but well... this was the first step, she hoped.

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

Kyomei rested his hand on Ajraka's head, scratching just behind her ears. He wasn't smiling any more, and his eyes looked misty and teared up. "It's hard to see your first loss... I still remember mine all too vividly. All you can do is hold in there and push onward, making sure that the experience refines you into a better person." While he didn't understand everything that was going on, he could understand the core of the matter. Something had happened, and the little girl that in his mind was still clutching at shiny objects had grown up faster than he would have liked. Faster than anyone should have to. Nodding, the Shinigami allowed his daughter to lead him to... whatever it was she had to show him.

[Ajraka Kuchiki]

Ajraka nodded slowly, offering a soft...sheepish smile in response to her Father's moment of sentiment, shedding the worries about her being clean or showing like a poper Kuchiki. It was.....warming, and saddening. Seeing her father upset like that, seeing him shedding tears for her, and those fingers comfortingly curling into her fur. She leaned into it, taking a moment to let her father comfort her before it came time to....explain...and to show. Making her way toward those spires, speaking as she did so, comforted by the fact that her Father was following her. She always loved that about him.

"When it happened.... The Captain of the ship. He seemed.....different. He was an arrancar but he was....strange. He wasn't aggressive or kniving... In fact....he apologized to me I think. He handed me this little thing... and then... he had me kill him. He said I'd have to. We took over the ship at that point. And I found myself.....with all of them looking at me. Other slaves that the ship's occupants had taken.

Quincy. Humans. Shinigami. Even Hollows and Arrancar. We were all stuck or lost. They're STILL lost.... or...well they were." She paused, reching up and lightly running her fingers over that strange little shard around her neck, slowly turning to look at her father. Behind her that line of spires coming fromthe ground could be seen. And after a brief little moment, something could be felt. Kyomei was a Captain, and it was nothing he could not fail to sense when he was SO close. IT was too faint to quite tell WHAT it was. But there was something underneath them. Something alive.

"They needed me. So....I took them in. I took over the ship. And...now....they're my crew. I'm their Admiral. Commander of the ship. And every day we find more stragglers, more stranded beings in that desert." She noted, taking a deep breath before she brought her fingers to her lips. " Just.....try to stay relaxed." Was the best she could say before she blew a sharp whistle. One that Gillia had learned to recognize so very well. The call of her master.

There was a shift, a shudder as those spires shifted. The location was very convenient. The cliffs around them sheltering them from sight from any nearby settlements. Nobody but they and the empty wilderness would see as Gillia emerged from the ground. Ajraka's ship. And with it's emergence, the crew could also now be felt.

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Ajraka stepped forward, putting a hand on the shoulder of her adoptive father in hopes of.... keeping him calm and not....thinking that it was an enemy. Which would be hard, even with how level headed he was. IT was a gillian. Modified as it was. And as it laid itself down along the ground, giving a shake to rid itself of drbris before those little films of armored plating peeled back along it's sides, opening the way to them both to enter, the ridges under each of those ports like natural ladders, her father would be able to see it for all that it was: A Living Ship.

"Understand if you don't want..... to meet them.... Some of them....no matter what....are still hollow...ish. And...they're also mine. I'm like......their...mother now. I don't just command them, I take care of them. And I take a risk bringing them here...but....I felt it was important to show you...Dad.... to show you why..... I don't think I can come back....not....for good. Not yet.

Not until.... I can be sure...they are safe. Like Father....made me safe." She murmured softly, lowering her ears as she looked up at her Father. She knew that it was a big thing. But they were so very like her. Most of them were very young, too naive or too weak to have fought off their captors. Others were just...helpless, lost for so long in the sands that they didn't even remember where home was.

She knew she had....responsibilities as a Kuchiki. To be an example, and to live up to the Kuchiki name. But somehow.... this.....she felt this was more important to her. Not just living up to some name. But living up to what her father had taught her. That something different....and......ugly......and dangerous.... was not beyond saving.

And so....she waited, afraid and anxious, of what her father might say.

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

The Gillian was... shocking, to say the least. The beast definitely caught the Kuchiki off guard, and he instinctively had Kidou at his fingertips ready to blast the beast through to protect his daughter and the Soul Society as a whole. Despite Ajraka having warned him, having hinted at Hollows and Arrancar having been slaves on the ship, he still hadn't been mentally prepared for a cloaked Gillian shrugging off stone and rearing its head at him. As the Kidou Corps Commander, and the only Shinigami in the area, it had to be his responsibility to take down the gargantuan beast. That was his thinking until his daughter placed her hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

He let the reiatsu absorb back into his skin, the Kidou uncast. He nodded weakly, as the kidou that he was about to cast had been strong, Hiryū Gekizoku Shinten Raihō was one of the strongest Hado that he knew, and one of the only attacks that would have been strong enough to blow a hole through a creature of that size. Just thinking about that spell was enough to cause Kyomei's chest to ache. He hated the scar that had been burned into his chest, but it was a part of him now. He had taken this walk to take his mind off of it, but everything always came back to it. His job forced him to aggravate it, and even his social life did apparently. "I'm calm now, daughter. Thank you. Take me inside, if you will. I'd like to see these new friends of yours. A father has to meet the kind of people his daughter hangs out with, right?"

[Ajraka Kuchiki]

Immediately Ajraka's eyes lit up, smiling as she noticed her father calming down, a pleased little noise escaping her as she gave him a light hug, brief as it were, before she kept her arm around his shoulders and looked to the ship. He wanted to meet them.... Immediately she allowed her spiritual pressure to rise in a wave, informing the crew that she was coming aboard, and not to be alarmed by the shinigami's reiatsu that was coming along with her. She helped her father up the ladder that seemed built into the side of the creature, ridges in it's hide allowing Kyo to easily climb up and inside.

Contrary to what he might have expected, the inside was not soft and mushy. But rather inner hardened plates formed a solid floor, and lined up on either side of the inner, segmented deck, was the crew. All of them at attention. All of them with heads bowed in respect. A respect that had been burned into them from the numerous times Ajraka had gotten them out of danger, forcibly broken up fights, and turned them into a cohesive unit. As Admiral of her ship, every hollow, fullbringer, Shinigami, and Arrancar on the ship held her in the highest respect. And as she stepped forward her demeanor was every bit as authoritative as one could have expected as she looked at her crew.

"Captain Kuchiki." she spoke calmly to her father, nodding toward the assembley before them. "I present to you, my crew." She noted with a soft nod of her head. Immediately weapons were laid on the ground and they all bowed respectfully. However the bow was VERY familiar no doubt. Ajraka had been teaching them their...etiquette lessons, but well...she'd never received them from shinigami. She had only ever been taught as a noble.

So...Ironically. The crew conducted themselves to the standard that the elder Kuchiki had made Ajraka conform to. Naturally due to....physiology some of them could not mimic it precisely, but it was still quite visible that the effort was put forth, and so Ajraka looked to her father and bowed as well, her memory fresh as one could expect. No doubt, Old Man Kuchiki, the Elder whom had, among all her mentors, taken special interest in teaching her, would no doubt have been......a mix of pride and confused. But still proud.

From the assembly, one male stepped forward.

He was an arrancar, tall and rather handsome at that. Clearing his throat, he bowed respectfully at the waist, furrowing his brows for a moment before eventually his eyes simply closed as he addressed Ajraka's father. "Captain. Cinder Viessmos. Quartermaster and second in command of the Vessel. I simply wished to express my...our....appreciation for all your daughter has done for us." He stated calmly, remaining in the bowed position as he awaited the Kuchiki's response.

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

Kyomei would be lying if he said that he wasn't uncomfortable by standing in the presence of an Arrancar, but he rolled with it. For now. He did appreciate the words of Cinder, as well as the respect and etiquette of the crew. "At ease, you all. I appreciate you taking care of my daughter. She is very important to me, after all. So, are you all sure that she is being taken care of and she is as safe as you can keep her?" His usual smile was not on his face at the moment. He was very serious about what he was saying. Sure, she could probably handle herself, but betrayals and backstabbing could take down even a figure like Julius Caesar. He didn't want that to happen to his daughter.

[Ajraka Kuchiki]

Cinder smiled lightly in response to the words of Kyomei, eyes only briefly shifting toward Ajraka for a moment before he gave a nod of his head, something which caused even a slight look of confusion from Ajraka, wondering what he was thinking, having not quite seen a look like that on the arrancar's face. Of course she said nothing, simply watching him as he gave another light nod of his head and a chuckle in response to the question.

"I assure you sir. We do everything in our power to ensure that she is as safe and happy as she ensures we are. I understand it's probably bit....strange seeing hollows, arrancar, and even..." His eyes shifted to the crew, even to a few fullbringers, quincy, and the like. "some others, behaving in such a manner. We have your daugher to thank largely for that. Most of us were slaves, the rest simply suffering from what we are. What we were. We owe her a lot. And We would never let her get hurt whilst we could do anything about it."

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

OOC: Can you draft up some stats for the Arrancar and one or two others? Since it is training after all.

"Show me. All of you who want to, come out and show me how you can protect my daughter."

Rolling up his sleeves, Kyomei moved out of the Gillian ship to stand back on solid ground. He had been... affected greatly by his imprisonment by the Vandenreich. He had come out stronger than before, but he wanted to make sure that nothing like that ever happened to his daughter. She bore the Kuchiki name and was off in Hueco Mundo doing soul king knows what. So he had to make sure she was protected. First, by the people around her. Second, he hoped to make sure she herself was strong enough. It had been awhile since they practiced together, after all...

Once outside, Kyomei started to glow a pale white as his inner aura awakened and covered his skin. Without a decent energy sensory, though, there wouldn't be any visible change in his appearance. Kyomei would show respect to his daughter and her crew by not using any dirty tricks or surprise attacks but waited for his opponent to be ready. The Commander was honorable, after all, even when fighting against an Arrancar if he really did mean that much to the Kuchiki's own family. So, waiting patiently for his challenge to be accepted, Kyomei waited with energy glowing around him.

Remaining Reiatsu: 18,000/18,000
Aura Call Class 8 Active

[Ajraka Kuchiki]

Cinder's brows lifted slightly in response to the sudden challenge. And he had to admit, he was a little intimidated by the man. He was a captain after all, and he understood that they would probably be seriously injured if they weren't too careful. Even so, the arrancar noticed the look he got from Ajraka, and it was something that... surprised him. The look was one of warning. But not over Kyo, she looked EXPECTANT. It was a look that said 'You better not embarass me'. As frankly, ajraka was under no dellusions that any of them would be able to lay a hand on her father.

He sighed softly, and he, as well as two others all piled out of the ship, Cinder gently brushing back several feathers before those hardened eyes took a moment to survey the old man. At the very least this would be a very hard fight. But this was practice after all, wasn't it? Looking over his shoulder, it seemed that the three who would be taking on the old man would be Cinder himself, a rather old, tired looking... human? With a face that seemed to belie experience well beyond the mere physical aspect of his looks, a man named Saejong. And of course, a young female quincy who went by the name Siji. She was the only one of the three who visibly had a weapon, Her bow materializing as she took several steps back and made it clear she would be sticking to the backlines. Cinder and Saejong both began moving to either side, flanking Kyomei as Ajraka clapped her hands together.

"Start!"

The very next instant Cinder held out his hand, just as an arrow raced toward Kyomei. The arrow was firmly snared, caught by the surprisingly fast Arrancar as the next moment, he was suddenly gone, blurring as he used sonido to close in on Kyomei, reappearing only a bare foot from the man as he aimed to slam the arrow into the man's shoulder. Of course, with Kyomei's Reiatsu Strength, the arrow was hopeless in terms of any actual damage, and he would definitely sense it. Of course, even if the arrow itself did no damage, Kyomei would sense something in that arrow if it actually made contact. Because if it did, he suddenly would become VERY aware of his wounds, even if they weren't particularly fresh, he would suddenly feel a massive rush of negative healing energy being shunted through his body. Namely the Quinc'y healing energy. While her reiatsu strength made her arrows essentially ineffectual in terms of damage, they were brittle and easily powdered, breaking on contact with Kyomei's skin as it would attempt to cling to his body as it would serve as a means of channeling her healing energy through her broken arrow. The dust clinging both to Kyomei if Cinder succeeded, but also clinging to Cinder even if they failed.

Saejong remained.... where he was. That old man simply smiling as he leisurely and calmly simply began walking toward Kyomei. And something was... VERY off. With every calm, frail little step that he took, the earth around him shook. he was only really a god ten meters away from Kyomei, pointedly standing directly between Cinder and Siji at this point, as if he were acting as a barrier between Kyomei and the young archer. "So impatient" The grizzled old man sighed.

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{Cinder's Stats}
Class 3 1700 sp
Support, Rank 2
Strength: 250
Speed: 400 (800)
Spiritual Pressure: 350 (175)
Reiatsu Strength: 200

La: 70
Da: 30

Instinct: 150 (300)
Senses: 100 (50)
Energy Senses: 150
HE: 0

Stealth: 2
Focused Eye: 2
Strength of Will: 2
Combat Focus: 2

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{Saejong's Stats}
Class 4 1400 sp
Lunatic, Rank 1
Strength: 400 (1200)
Speed: 200 (140)
Spiritual Pressure: 150 (105)
Reiatsu Strength: 50 (35)

La: 98
Da: 2

Instinct: 200 (140)
Senses: 70 (49)
Energy Senses: 140 (98)
HE: 0

Disguise: 2
Damage Recovery: 2
Bleeding Resistance: 2
Stealth: 2 (3 because of a Power)

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{Siji's Stats}
Class 4 1050 sp
Medic, Rank 1
Strength: 60 (30)
Speed: 100 (50)
Spiritual Pressure: 190
Reiatsu Strength: 100

La: 100
Da: 0

Instinct: 150 (225)
Senses: 50 (75)
Energy Senses: 100
HE: 300 (900)

Archery: 2
Pain Resist: 1
Charisma: 1
Learning: 2

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

Three mid class opponents versus one captain class challenger... This was going to be fun and would really give Kyomei a workout. A human, a Quincy, and the Arrancar stepped from the ship, waiting on Ajraka to give the command to start before delivering a particularly fast combination attack. Cinder was given a physical weapon then used his impressive speed to get behind the Kuchiki to attempt to stab straight through his aura shielding. From the Shinigami's back there emerged a blast of wind that nearly immediately quadrupled in size to appear like a massive blast of wind energy. With cinder's energy sensory being sufficiently high, he'd even pick up on the aura of wind emerging from the blast. All in all, the small form of Sho had been supersized then had a foot of range in all directions added to it, at the cost of 2/3s of its offensive strength.

Still at 600 Reiatsu strength, the Sho could easily lift up cinder and throw him backwards, but not before a little scratch was delivered by Siji's arrows. After all, cinder had impressive speed. The Technique master had only to flex his Aura and the arrow would have been unable to do anything, but he just didn't have the reaction time to best Cinder while paying attention to the rest of the party. With Saejong's frail footsteps pulverizing the ground with each movement, that was definitely worth paying attention to. So, the arrow nicked the captain and in return delivered the payload of the negative healing energy. Using techniques would only hurt more now that he had been infected, and his chest burned as his soul wound constantly was in the forefront of his mind.

But he didn't back down and he didn't show much expression. He stayed calm as he raised his hand to cast more spells. Rikujokoro rods of light would seek to imprison Saejong's advance and a Byakurai laser that was a foot in radius was launched at Siji. So far, the Kuchiki had only used the weakest of his attacks that he knew, out of respect for Ajraka. Things could always escalate further, but they were fine as they were for now. The Shinigami's staff was still unused for the moment, resting in his hand and supporting his body as he was hit with the pain of six kitchen knife gashes that were enhanced by Siji's reverse healing. The burning feeling was most certainly uncomfortable, but the Kuchiki was tough and carried on.

Used:

Sho/O-Eater/Aural Pull on Cinder
Rikujokoro on Saejong
Byakurai/Aural Pull on Siji

[Ajraka Kuchiki]

That sho likely would have surprised the arrancar. However not only was the being fast, but he was incredibly sharp. Those eyes narrowed as he noticed that sudden burst of wing, his body shifting rapidly as that sho burst outward to the spot he had been just an instant before. A subtle motion that didn't use sonido this time. In that very same motion, he shifted, twisting and slamming his foot into a reishi platform barrier, creating an impact sound as he kicked the reishi platform away from him, the little thing shattering, emulating the noise of kido clashing against a physical body. And at the same time, initiating that stealthy skill of his as his eyes shifted, taking in the actions Kyo was taking against Saejong and Siji. Of course, for the time being he simply crouched, bunching up his muscle silently, keeping his reiatsu and body quiet as he prepared.


The sudden attacks toward Saejong would definitely have an answer to them. Those bars did inseed slam toward the old man's body and suddenly the crippled form would halt,ans suddenly those bars were BLASTED by sudden quakes around them, not coming from the man himself. Those bars were far too strong to be outright blown away, but their paths were altered slightly. Before simply shattering as they connected with something not even a few meters from the old man's body. And suddenly there was a shimmer. A MASSIVE one. For just the barest fragment of a second, Kyomei would see an enormous body. A full 50 feet in height and length. An enormous hollow, masquerading as a human, whi was actually the tip of it's tail, distracting him from the rest of the beast's body. Of course, the Bakudo Kyomei was using was very specific. The user had to have eyesight on what they were trying to use it on. The bars had been aiming for the old man, but had simply hit the leg of the massive hollow right as they were about to hit the main body itself.

In that sudden moment, Kyomei would notice the head of the beast was angled down, it's jaws open wide as suddenly a deep BOOM exploded. The sound of Saejong's throat contracting in succession, the series of muscles creating successive shockwaves, funneled down his throat and then erupting from it's mouth like a high-pressure hose, aiming to slam Kyomei with a brief shockwave before the dragon suddenly had the faintest little seizure of motion, shockwaves rippling across it's skin as it was really up in the air just how much the spell would work on the beast given the technicalitie behind the spell. But needless to say, even if it did work, that beast suddenly vanished again, and the old man would smile in Kyo's direction, as Immediately following that shockwave, which Cinder was shielded from using Kyomei's body, thehiding Arrancar would suddenly be twisting, and with that stealth rating of his, so long as Saeojong and Siji were drawing his attention, the arrancar could do as he liked. In one, sudden motion, he hooked his leg out, hooking it as he gritted his teeth. Instead of hitting directionally, his leg wrapped around Kyomei's neck in a sudden hook, aiming to grab him, and then twist, using that savage strength to spin-throw the shinigami straight into the ground in an attempt to slam them into the unyielding earth.

Of course, that byakurai would NEVER reach Siji, as it simply slammed into the invisible enemy that was between him and the Quincy. That However did not stop the quincy from firing an arrow into the dragon from behind, right into where the byakurai had connected. The reiatsu strength was so negligable that it did nothing. But just like how that negative healing aura had been able to go through the channeled arrows, her positive healing aura went to work, and the injuries, even having blasted straight down several feet into that massive shoulder and thigh, would simply vanish under the awesome healing strength of the quincy.

Saejong's race Revealed: Hollow.
Special Technique summons his true body during combat from out of the 'Old Shell' he hides in while out of combat.
Siji using class 8 arrows to heal Saejong.
Cinder using Stealth skill.