Those Just Out The Gate

[Benjiro Hiroto]

Benjiro grit his teeth and flexed his shoulder as the hollow's fingers dug deep into his flesh, the sharpness of its claws slicing through his skin like a hot knife through butter. If he wasn't careful, this could have been the end of him. He needed to end the fight long before that happened. The pain was intense, burning and searing into his mind as he had never felt something so painful before, and he could feel the warm blood flowing out of the wounds, staining his haori with deep, dark red, but he knew he had to push through the pain, he couldn't let it distract him from the task at hand. He knew he had to protect Furinji and he couldn't let his own pain get in the way, he had sworn to do his duty and defend all souls from danger, that was why he took up his Asauchi. He focused his mind and centered himself, despite the stinging from his left shoulder, circulating his reiatsu within himself to keep his body going. With a lifetime of meditation and practice, he had been able to look past the needs and wants of his body to a certain extent, and both pain and bleeding were included in that. He kept his eyes on the hollow, watching its movements and positioning himself in front of Furinji to act as a shield and defend her, and to act as a sword and purify the hollow. He could feel the pain aching at the fringes of his senses, but he couldn't let it consume him. He let out a deep breath and braced himself for the next onslaught of attacks, determined to protect Furinji and emerge victorious.

As Benjiro aligned the edge of his Asauchi with the mask of the hollow, the dog-like beast that was licking the fresh blood off of its fingers, the Shinigami thanked Buddha for the opportunity to meet and train with Gestalt. His words rung through his mind, reminding him of the lessons he had learned that day from the peace-loving man of war. The doctor, the priest, and the warrior wrapped into one. Those three aspects reminded him of what a Shinigami should have been, and he strived to achieve that balance in his fighting. Now was not the time for the priest or the doctor, now was the time for the warrior, and the best way to defend an innocent from the threat of enemies was to subdue the enemy from the beginning. With a clear mind, solid resolve, and the reiatsu pooling up inside of him, Benjiro lunged forward with all his might, transferring momentum and power from his body to his Asauchi. For the first time, it felt like his blade and his body were in tune with one another as the steel sung, cutting through the wind. It wasn't long before his Asauchi drew blood, as the hollow chose to attack instead of defend, it's massive palm coming in to break the blade. If Benjiro hadn't learned about the proper alignment of his blade, he was worried about what would have happened to his Asauchi. 

Instead, the Asauchi sunk in deep into the hollow's palm, causing it to howl in pain. The shriek was unnatural in nature, hitting frequencies that he could not begin to understand, but all he could feel was resounding sorrow. It stung his heart to be trading blows with what was, in his mind, remnants of the folly of the Shinigami. This hollow was once a lost soul, one that needed guidance, but without a Shinigami to lead the way, all that was left was emptiness, and a hollow was formed from this pit of sorrow. He would grant it peace, he swore he would. After all, this was part of the duty of a Shinigami. As these thoughts steeled his resolve, he had just finished the incantation of Bakudo Number 9, Horin, in his mind, and the reiatsu had fully pooled inside of his body. The hollow struggled to rip its palm free of the blade, but Benjiro held firm, using his strength to counter the force of the hollow wherever he could. This tactic would not last forever though, but Benjiro knew that. He let go of the hilt of his Asauchi with his right hand, extending all five of his fingers out towards the canine hollow. 

Suddenly, five threads of orange energy emerged from his fingertips, growing and extending up and around the hilt of Benjiro's Asauchi, using it as a fulcrum as it spiraled upwards. He anchored the blade into the hollow's flesh as the tendrils of orange energy grew thicker and brighter as they spun around the blade of the Asauchi, becoming thick like ropes before reaching the palm of the hollow. Despite its screams of agony, Benjiro's will remained strong as his Kido began to wrap around it, starting from the arm. The thick ropes of orange constrained and restricted the already damaged palm and forearm of the beast, prompting Benjiro to quickly pull his Asauchi out in case it would get stuck. Unfortunately for him, the hollow began to catch on and reacted immediately, bringing his other gargantuan palm around and slamming Benjiro's body straight on, the impact sending him flying off of the rooftop. The pain shot up through his spine, the sensation ringing through his brain only a moment after the initial hit, as if his brain struggled to comprehend the pain he was in, and even then he did not yet realize the danger he was about to face. 

He was plummeting down from this rooftop to the road beneath him. Fortunately, it wasn't that far of a fall, so it was definitely survivable, just very painful. What he was more worried about was Furinji and how she would face the hollow while he was knocked away. As it stood now, the Horin was slowly making its way up the hollow's injured right arm and was gradually stretching around its shoulder and torso, but the hollow was already making its move, rushing forward in a desperate attempt to consume the only meal left available to it. Furinji. 

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{Technique Used}
Technique Name: Bakudō #9: Horin (Disintegrating Circle)



Technique Class: 7 - 10 TTP



Technique Type: Kidō - Bakudō.



Usable By: Kidō-users.



Technique Element: N/A.



Technique Cost: 25 Reiatsu.



Description: The second Bakudo of this number, Horin causes an orange tendril of condensed spiritual energy to spiral out of the caster's fingertips and attempt to enclose around and bind an enemy. These tendrils, once having bound a target, can merge to connect the targets.



How to Use: The caster needs to point at the victim, not unlike casting any regular Hado.



Incantation: If used, the incantation allows a 10% increase in reiatsu strength. (I.E. A reiatsu strength valued at 100 would instead be worth 110.) ("Disintegrate, you black dog of Rondanini! Look upon yourself with horror and tear out your own throat!")



Drawbacks: Reiatsu cost.



Made By: Unknown.



Reserved?: No.

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{Reiatsu Used}
300-25 (Horin) = 275/350

Reiatsu Strength for this Horin cast with Mental Incantation is 99

[Madelyn Fūrinji]

This wasn’t something good, this wasn’t something she wanted, nor did she enjoy the pain, the sensation nothing about this was joyful yet it was frailer and it was growing. Madelyn could feel the sensation as if it were no different than a liquid filling up a bath tube. She’d felt this before and although she didn’t understand it she had a glimmer of understanding. She had to get away, away from this Shinigami otherwise something bad was going to happen. She didn’t know what or how but last time it felt like a nightmare and she’d woken up with all that blood. She didn’t want to hurt anyone, but the pain.

Then came the scream of the Hollow.

The howl of pain broke through everything Madelyn was thinking, the noise that this Shinigami was making dealing with his own pain had been nearly enough to push her over the edge. Now though she’d just been shoved right off the cliff, and everything felt different. The pain was in just a moment gone as if it never even had been present. The pink lines that move from her left hand up to under her left eye now more than visibly present to anyone looking at her, yet they’d be perhaps the least noticeable of all the changes.

A bright pink glow of light would shine bright across the roof from Madelyn’s left side. Black armor would seemingly just spawn over a portion of her left arm moving up the entire limb with nails forming from the tops of each finger out like some sort of medieval glove. The most shocking piece that would shine bright with the light of the sun reflecting off its surface though would be the blade seemingly embedded in Madelyn’s left arm. Growing outward and then extending out as the young soul stands up on her feet and stares down the canine Hollow with an expression of twisted joy.

No longer did everything hurt, no it was the opposite now. Everything was remarkable, it felt as if the mere act of breathing was giving her pleasure. The monster in front of her didn’t haunt her mind now, no it appeared no different than the lady of white hair. It was something that her left arm twitched towards, her eyes seemed locked on it while her arm felt like it needed to reach out, it had to be touched! A sensation that wasn't quite like burning yet one that was constant, a constant need to reach out and claw at the monster.

Already though the Shinigami had his zanpakuto plunged through the open palm of the Hollow, working the best way he could to cast additional spells in order to bind this monster in place. The orange lightning that seemingly kept this Hollow at bay weren’t enough as the large monster swung on the Shinigami knocking him off his feet and the roof to the street below. Madelyn was different now though not even bothering to glance his way. She didn’t feel the same nor act the same. All she saw was excitement at the monster in front of her.

The Hollow rushing across the rooftop with every bit of intention to feast on Madelyn would feel pain once more. It’d just broken free of the orange lightning and yet now right afterwards it’d scream once again loud enough for the Shinigami to hear easily. Madelyn’s left hand up and out as if she were pointing at the Hollow. The sharp nails of her left hand were now extended outwards crossing the distance in a moment with enough force that each became effectively a dagger thrusting into the body of the Hollow. All five nails sink deep into its flesh before stopping and the Hollow reaching out to grab Madelyn.

The Shinigami had been trying to be kind thinking of what this Hollow had been and yet Madelyn only saw the prospect of a fun engagement. The fun was short lived though as her left-hand swipes to the side while the forearm blade extends outwards to its natural length and blood as green as grass sprays out. The thick fingers of the Hollow severed in a single motion now painted the rooftop and Madelyn’s figure. If the Shinigami was quick to get back on the roof, he may catch the sight of the Hollow clutching at his mutilated hand and Madelyn licking the blood from her lips.

Remaining Reiatsu: 1550/1650
Finger Blades: (-100)

[Benjiro Hiroto]

As Benjiro fell to the ground, his mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. The pain he felt was overwhelming, and his thoughts were consumed by the devastating reality that he had failed to protect Furinji. He was consumed by the feelings of self-doubt and hopelessness. He had come to the rooftop with the intention of protecting people, but instead, he found himself crashing down to the street, unable to do anything but watch as someone he swore to defend was surrounded by danger. The scene was like a nightmare, one that he couldn't seem to awaken from.

As he lay there, writhing in pain, Benjiro heard an inhuman howl that chilled him to the bone. It was a sound that defied all natural laws, an eerie wail that sent shivers down his spine. Despite all of Benjiro's training and his own sympathy towards the plight that hollows had faced, he couldn't help but to feel fear, for his own life, but more so for the life of the girl he had been training with and talking to. To him, it felt as if this howl was a harbinger of death, a call to the void that threatened to consume everything in its path, starting with Furinji.

But despite the pain and the fear, Benjiro found himself rising to his feet, fueled by a determination that he had never felt before. He was driven by the overwhelming desire to protect Furinji, to save her from the horrors that surrounded her. His body was filled with a new sense of purpose, and his mind was unclouded as he channeled all of his energy into a single Flash Step. The reiatsu crashed and struck against his leg, already aching from the pain and strain of holding himself up after a massive fall, and he activated his Shunpo. He closed his eyes and focused all of his will into this one moment, launching himself back to the rooftop in a single instant.

Nothing he imagined could have prepared him for the scene ahead. What he saw when he opened his eyes was like a scene from a nightmare. The canine hollow was writhing in pain, its body drenched in it own green blood, its hand, or what once was its hand, was lacerated and its phalanges were scattered to the ground. Despite the horrific state the hollow was in, Benjiro's eyes were fixated on the figure of Furinji, or the girl who looked like her, as she stood near the beast, blades emerging from her fingers, a sadistic look on her face. This was not the girl that he had just met, but a monster that had taken her place.

The sight of the hollow in pain and the girl who looked like Furinji standing over it, filled Benjiro with a mix of outrage and sorrow. He could feel his anger boiling inside of him, and his heart ached at the thought of what had become of her. He was filled with a sense of urgency, knowing that he needed to end this quickly, for the hollow and for Furinji herself. And so, after accessing reserves of energy and willpower spurred on by his own frustrations and angers, he focused the reiatsu into the tips of both his fingers. This was the first time he was casting this in such quick succession, but he had to try anyways. Skipping the incantation for speed, he uttered the name of the technique twice. "Bakudo number nine, Horin. Bakudo number nine, Horin!" He unleashed two beams of orange lightning, wrapping the hollow in reiatsu-filled rope. He was exhausted, both physically and mentally, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as he watched the hollow's movements slow and then finally come to a stop.

His eyes darted over to Furinji as he saw her present form to be a threat, one to himself and one to the hollow in question. "Furinji, please calm down. The hollow is restrained and I will purify it soon, just do not move. Please let me handle this. Benjiro was clearly on edge as he spoke to the blood-soaked Furinji. He had hoped she would have come back to her senses, but it was too early to tell. Either way, his true fear came from if she would kill the hollow and destroy its soul instead of sending it through the cycle of souls. 

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{Reiatsu Used:}
275 - 50 (Shunpo) - 25 (Horin) - 25 (Horin) = 175/350

[Madelyn Fūrinji]

Already the five finger blades being extended outwards into the flesh of the Hollow and now the digits of the Hollow’s hand had been sliced right off the appendage onto the roof. Madelyn didn’t have any problem with a large portion of her body being covered in the thick green blood of the Hollow. What she did have a problem with, a problem that would be easily visible to see was Benjiro coming back and getting in the way of her fun. Fighting this Hollow, hurting this Hollow made her feel better. It made her feel happy!

This Shinigami was going to ruin all her fun. He was going to make everything feel bad again, everything was going to feel wrong again. “NO!” Madelyn screams as the orange lightning is cast out from the Shinigami wrapping around the Hollow. Immediately Madelyn can feel the resistance in the Hollow disappear. The twitching of its muscles, the struggle of its body against the nails inside of it. Madelyn felt it all and it was fun like how boys enjoyed arm wrestling. This Shinigami stole her fun!

First depression, sadness, sorrow all surrounding Madelyn deep within her soul. This Shinigami had been changing those feelings if only a little and then everything got sooo much better. The feelings were gone and she felt overwhelmed with pure bliss. The sensation felt incomprehensible; there was nothing that could compare. A high that she didn’t ever want to stop, one that made all the darkness disappear. Now though that happiness, that pleasure was fading, because of that Shinigami!

Emotions of blood shifting into pure anger surge throughout Madelyn’s body as her gaze turns to the Shinigami now restraining the Hollow. Benjiro would likely get a good look now at Madelyn’s face, not just her left arm. The crude pink line beneath her left eye matched the lines on her arm. Her eye though didn’t match what it had been only a couple seconds ago, it didn’t even match her right eye now which remained its natural color. Her left eye was now bright pink and held none of her kindness. A wicked gaze of rage that sought to impale this Shinigami!

“You’re ruining the FUN! Go away. It’s my fun stop ruining the fun!”

[Benjiro Hiroto]

Benjiro's mind raced as he watched Furinji transform before his eyes. The once kind and gentle girl had transformed into something almost demonic, with razor-sharp claws that drew blood with each strike. His concern grew as he realized that the hollow she was attacking was in agony, and that this was no longer a fight to protect Furinji, but a battle to save the suffering soul from further harm. From his first look at the hollow after returning to the rooftop, he noticed how it bled and screamed, as if Furinji had chosen to torture it instead of ending its pain.

The need to purify the hollow with his Asauchi consumed him, and he realized that he first needed to restrain its movements. Benjiro's body and mind strained to cast Bakudo number Nine, Horin, twice in a row, but he needed to ensure the hollow wouldn't break free. With that notion in mind, he sent two bolts of orange lightning to bind the creature, the energy wrapping around it and tightening like a vise, ending its hostility as it fell limply against its restraints. The battle should have been over but he could sense that something was amiss with Furinji. Her left eye began to emit pink spiritual energy that he couldn't comprehend, but her bloodlust was clear. He knew that it was not the time to worry about it, however, as he still had a soul to save.

As he stood poised to strike, settling into the Zanjutsu stance hammered into his mind from the Shino Academy, bringing his blade directly in front of him, Benjiro felt a pang of sadness as he witnessed Furinji succumbing to the allure of power, bloodlust, and bloodshed. Still, he remained calm amidst the chaos, his mind and heart as still as a pond amidst a storm. He needed to focus on the task at hand, above all else, causing him to push his reiatsu throughout his body and use his Shunpo to quickly approach the hollow. He swung his blade in a single fluid motion, utilizing the momentum of his Flash Step, cutting through the mask of the hollow and sending it back to Samsara.

As the threat had vanished, Benjiro couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. He felt relief that the hollow had been saved, sent through Samsara to be reborn and given another chance in life, but he also felt an immense sense of pity for the sudden shift in Furinji's personality. There was something inherently alluring about being given the power to cause harm to others, but that was precisely why one must consistently resist that temptation. He had thought that Furinji was a Buddha herself, but the way she was now, it was obvious that she was not. She had fallen to the carnal temptation of violence, and it was up to Benjiro to bring her back to her senses. "Furinji, please. This is not you, I know you are better than this. Stronger than this. Show me who you are."

[Madelyn Fūrinji]

Despite everything she did, all the screaming she did, the shinigami went ahead and stole all her fun regardless. The Hollow had been fun and now Madelyn was forced to watch as the zanpakuto of the Shinigami cut right through its body. It didn’t even take a full second of time for the body of the Hollow to vanish into nothingness and with that display in plain view Madelyn felt all the joy that had been boosted up to heights previously unknown just disappear. She’d been plagued by dread so much recently and yet this was the happiest she could remember ever feeling, a fact she couldn’t ignore nor one she wanted to let go. That left her but with one option now.

The long fingernails of black metal that had pierced through the body of the Hollow all retracted at full speed returning to Madelyn in a moment. Her left hand closes into a fist causing a series of loud cracks as her fingers coil inwards. The orb on the backside of her left hand had already been glowing bright just like her left eye and yet now it would begin to shrine increasingly bright and brighter and before long the entire roof would seem like it was playing host to a spot light. “You’ve stolen all the fun for yourself. Why would you do that? Not Fair, not fair, NO FAIR! You’d better be FUN!” Madelyn begins to scream out at the shinigami as she moves her left hand forward in front of her, her fingers spreading out and then Benjiro would see the real threat, the forearm blade on Madelyn’s left arm would seemingly grow out from her arm and then lengthen outwards into a short sword attached to her body.

A monstrous view of a blade that was anything other than natural, a blade with the same crude pink link running down its center. “Who am I? . . . . . I don’t know.” Rushing forward Madelyn wasted no time closing the distance on the shinigami who in the moment she saw as nothing more than someone who owed her fun. The question though whether Madelyn’s physical body appeared to react at all or not internally the soul was crying. Swinging her left arm at the shinigami, Madelyn would try to cut the shinigami at his torso level over and over and over again.

[Benjiro Hiroto]

Benjiro's heart sank as he watched the cheerful and innocent girl he had met just moments before transform into a monstrous being before his very eyes. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, yet he knew it was real. As the transformation progressed, he felt a mixture of fear and heartache grip his chest. He had never seen anything like this before, and the realization that she was more than just a human or a lost soul shook him to his core. What... was she? He was never taught about what she could be, she was neither hollow or Shinigami, yet she had much more power than the regular plus or soul. It was honestly terrifying.

As he watched her turn her attention towards him, Benjiro's fear intensified. He had been trained to face all kinds of opponents, since the form that hollows take can vary greatly, but he had never faced something like this. The sight of the blade that grew out of her forearm filled him with dread. This was only strengthened by the glowing orb on the back of her hand, sharing the intensity of her monstrous eye. He took in a deep breath, knowing that his fledgling skills as a Shinigami would be put to the ultimate test.

Despite his fear, Benjiro could not bear to watch the girl he had met suffer. The thought of her in pain tore at his heart, and he desperately wanted to help her. He had hoped that he could reach out to her, remind her of who she was a few moments ago. He had failed. He could see the hostility in her stance, the way the pink spiritual energy coursed through the newly grown blade, as if ready to strike. At this point, he knew that the only way he could help her was by restraining her, keeping her at bay. His determination grew stronger with each passing moment as he prepared to face the monster before him.

With a heavy heart, Benjiro braced himself for the coming battle, hoping that he would be able to save the girl he had met before it was too late. If only he had more time to brace himself, more time to prepare before Furinji launched herself at him. Unfortunately, she was just too fast for him, far too quick for him to properly dodge any of her attacks. All he could do was react, slowly bringing his right arm down to defend himself. The first cut landed cleanly, piercing the giant's Shihakusho and causing blood to seep out of the wound, but the next cut struck his right arm.

He was not completely defenseless, however, as he simultaneously reached out with his left arm, aiming to make contact with any part of Furinji as his protective soul surged outwards. "Sai!" The gentle giant yelled as the familiar Bakudo took hold. If he was successful, the girl's arms would snap behind her and restrain her for the time being. Either way, Benjiro would try to reinforce his restraints by wrapping his own arms around her, doubling down on the restraints. "Furinji! Please tell me how to help you!" He pleaded, hoping that his words were somehow reaching the girl.

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{Reiatsu}
150/350
-25 for Sai
Sai RS is 90

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{Technique used}
Technique name: Bakudo # 1 Sai

Technique Class: 7 - 10 TTP

Technique Type: Kidō - Bakudō.

Usable By: Kidō-users.

Technique Element: N/A.

Technique Cost: 25 Reiatsu.

Description: Causes the target's arms to lock in place behind their back.

How to Use: Physical contact is required from the hand of the caster to any part of the body of the target.

Incantation: Incantation increases the strength behind the technique by 10%. (I.E. A reiatsu strength of 100 would instead be valued at 110 for this technique.) ("Man, shaped by Divine hands, revert to the form before limbs, clutch at your own throat and be afraid!")

Drawbacks: Reiatsu cost.
Made By: Unknown.
Reserved?: No.

[Madelyn Fūrinji]

Rushing in on Benjiro, Maldeny wasted no time slashing outwards at him, although there wasn’t much she could feel the resistance on her blade. The tiny bit of force that she had to exert in order for the sharp edge of her blade to slice not just through the black uniform that Benjiro was wearing, but his skin underneath it as well. That first slash was more than just a bit successful it would seem though as blood sprayed from Benjiro’s torso managing to splash the front of Madelyn mixing with the green blood of the Hollow. Her face twisting further into a display of blissful evil. All she could do was smile and laugh at the sensation of the blood on her body and the feeling that she was experiencing.

Madelyn had no clue why what she was doing made her feel so good, all she knew now was that the feeling had returned. This felt just as good if not better than when she had attacked the Hollow. That Hollow had been big and slow just like Benjiro, but at least he was putting up some sort of effort for the game to keep going. The second swing would find the arm of Benjiro slicing into his flesh, but the sensation that stole Madelyn’s attention was the resistance of his bone. Despite the sharpness of her blade the pesky appendage didn’t want to become separate. Blood running down the blade quickly would find Madelyn’s own arm and in just a couple blinks both arms would be dreaded in red.

“YES! LET’S KEEP GOING, DON’T STOP, THE FUN IS JUST STARTING!”

Just like that Madelyn felt Benjiro’s massive hand reach out grabbing her natural looking arm and then uttering a single word. Madelyn in her current state didn’t really get what the word happened to be although what happened next wasn’t something she could overlook. Her arms forcibly being moved behind her back. Benjiro wouldn’t get off easily though as his own kido forced her left arm to move away pulling the blade out from his forearm making the wound bleed even further. “What’s going on? What did you do? Stop, fight me now!” Just like that, Benjiro grabbed a hold of Madelyn from the front and began squeezing her.

"Furinji! Please tell me how to help you!"

“Help me? NO! You’re ruining the fun again!”

Madelyn screamed at the top of her lungs staring directly at Benjiro as her spiritual pressure surges further. Her arms struggled against the kido holding them behind her back and for a moment it would seem like there was nothing more she could do. Just like a small child refusing to give up despite being completely subdued. Benjiro would see then that Madelyn’s spiritual pressure had grown more potent emanating off her as a bright pink. It’d take a moment as Madelyn’s head moves down and she begins to laugh before she raises her head once again staring into Benjiro’s eyes as her right eye is revealed to now match her left.

The sweet girl filled with kindness was nowhere to be felt, seen or reached as the menace gazed into Benjiro and saw her play toy. Her long dark blue hair in the blink of an eye sheds its form as white and pink rush outwards from her scalp. Benjiro would see he was essentially looking at someone or something completely different. “If you won’t play with me then you’re no fun!” Madelyn’s arms were useless yet Benjiro was now the first individual to see just how much Madelyn’s body could be changed. Her hair forming into what appear to be thick blades similar to kunai raising up like arms and then positioning themselves at the side of her head. Benjiro would only have a couple blinks before Madelyn moves them forward to finish her little bit of fun.

Remaining Reiatsu: 1100/1650
Bakkoto Stage 6: -200
Hair Kunai: -50

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{Stage 6}Level 6: Moving along its control to a new section of Madelyn's body the Bakkoto now is able to alter her hair. When this occurs Madelyn's hair changes from the normally dark blue to a pale purple-white that seems to gleam in any sort of light. What this stage of the Bakkoto allows her to do is quite simple. She can manipulate, grow and form her hair into weaponry. At this point though she can only actually form her hair into a few specific weapons. She can form the ends of her hair into large kunai like blades that extend downwards passed her knees. The length of these kunai like blades is 2'6" feet with the end being a sharp tip while all of the edges are sharpened. She's able to attack with these blades with the following values. (400/250 Strength/Speed - Costs 25 Reiatsu per weapon/per post) Madelyn is also able to form her hair into thick barbed tendrils that can be used to strike attack others, entangle foes or act similar to rope enabling Madelyn to pull herself towards whatever her barbs skewer. These tendrils are a few inches in thickness yet are much longer than the kunai normally reaching up to a distance of 3 meters. She's able to attack with these tendrils with the following values. (250/400 Strength/Speed - Costs 25 Reiatsu per weapon/per post) The last thing Madelyn seems to be able to form her hair into are small needles that spike up individually. The needle form of her hair can be fired off from her up to a distance of 20 meters with the following values. (100/600 Strength/Speed - Costs 50 Reiatsu per 50 hair needles)

Madelyn is capable of growing her hair though by infusing it with her reiatsu causing it to grow at phenomenal speeds that are nearly instantaneous. Costs 25 Reiatsu for every additional meter of hair. This enables her to freely lengthen the distance that her hair weapons are able to reach enabling her to even attack at a distance with her hair. The normal maximum distance her hair grows and attacks with is listed with the features, this ability to grow her hair enhances those limitations at the cost of reiatsu. The weapon forms of Madelyn's hair have the durability of her Offensive Stat making them incredibly difficult to destroy while the rest of her hair is only as durable as 50% of her Offensive Strength making it the weakest part. Just like how there are crude pink lines that link to each section of influence Madelyn's hair is no different. Instead of lines though the weapon forms have pink within their mid-section. At this point both of Madelyn's eyes have turned pink and black.

[Benjiro Hiroto]

Benjiro felt a searing pain in his side, the sharp edge of Furinji's blade slicing through his flesh with ease. He could feel his blood welling up from the wound, warm and sticky against his skin as it coated Furinji's blade. The pain was overwhelming, a burning sensation that seemed to spread through his entire body. He gritted his teeth, trying to stifle a cry of pain, but a gasp escaped him nonetheless.

His hands had wanted to go to his side, feeling the blood seeping out of the wound, a vain attempt to try and apply pressure to stem the flow. But it was pointless right now. The wound was deep, and the blood just kept coming, but he needed to keep pushing forward, else he would be stabbed relentlessly. Benjiro could feel himself getting weaker with each stab, the second sting in his right arm sapping his strength as the blood drained from his body.

Despite the pain and fear, Benjiro tried to keep a level head. He knew that he couldn't let his emotions get the better of him, especially not now. He had to stay focused and keep his wits about him if he wanted to survive this encounter. So, with a deep breath, he forced himself to push past the pain and think clearly about his next move. With strained and desperate effort, he reached forward and managed to grab her arm and cast Sai, forcing her arms behind her back with a wicked rip from his right arm, causing him to feel even more pain.

But pain was something he could handle. He understood that his path was one fraught with pain and suffering, as he refused to learn most of the more harmful techniques that a Shinigami employed. Still, there was a more profound pain that he felt in this moment, and that was of the loss of Furinji. Her maniacal laughter and obsession with this game of hers bordered on obsession, even going as far as to kill him to feel that rush of fun again. It was heartbreaking.

He had pleaded with her, begged her to let him help her, but she only further succumbed to the madness. She screamed a devastating scream as he wrapped his arms around her, restricting her movement. Her spiritual pressure surged and grew at an immense rate, so much so that even Benjiro could sense it. Whatever she planned, it was dangerous. He needed to interrupt it, but how? That was when it hit him, but she was not using a Zanpakuto. He wasn't sure if this would work, but he didn't have time to waste.

"Bakudo number eleven, Haihin!" As the glowing pink energy raged forth and began to fill her body, he did his best to create a block in the flow of her energy, like a dam to temporarily sever the stream of energy. If he was lucky, it would work, and the swastika symbol would find itself placed along her arm or her body, causing her reiatsu to leak out into the air. Hopefully, the disconnect would allow her to regain her senses, but Benjiro had to prepare himself.

If he was unlucky, then her form would shift once more, her manic screaming turning into maniacal laughter as more of her body began to glow pink. Whatever this pink energy was, it was probably the source of her monstrous transformation. It was at that moment that more of her body began to shift and change as well, despite her arms being restrained. Her hair quickly shifted from dark blue to a stark white, and from there it became thick silvery blades that she could control freely.

Either way, whether he had stopped her transformation or not, she was likely to try and stab him in some other way. If that were the case, Benjiro would utilize his Shunpo once more, holding her as he stepped both far and wide. Quite literally, he stepped off of the roof and as high into the air as possible, hoping that the rush of gravity would make it more difficult for her to do just that. He would free fall towards the street with her in tow, keeping his grip as strong as possible.

Hopefully the impact or the shock would have been enough to knock her back into her senses. At the very least, that was what Benjiro hoped. He didn't have much choice anymore. His spiritual reservoir was running on empty, nearly drying out already. If this fight kept up any longer, his death was all but assured. Then, the world would have lost two souls that day, Benjiro and Furinji both.

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{Reiatsu}
75/350
-50 for Shunpo
-25 for Haihin
RS is 90

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{Techniques Used:}
Technique Name: Bakudo # 11: Haihin
Technique Class: 7 - 10 TTP
Technique Type: Kidō - Bakudō.
Usable By: Kidō-users.
Technique Element: N/A.
Technique Cost: 25 Reiatsu.
Description: This Bakudō is unlike any other Bakudō ever made. Instead of being used on another person, this Bakudō is designed to be used on an enemy’s weapon. Once cast, this Bakudō will create a small curse marking somewhere on the target’s weapon. Only in the instance of releases that merge the weapon with the body will this mark appear on a person. So, for example, this will appear on a released Arrancar or Akki since they lose their weapon in release. The seal appears to be a swastika, pitch black in color. But what does this Kidō do and how does one go about breaking this spell? Well, it’s simple really. This Bakudō is one that is designed to break. In fact, the whole point of this Kidō is to be broken by the opponent.
The method that one takes to break this Kidō spell is to simply use one of your weapon’s abilities. Basically any technique that isn’t listed in a character’s overall ability sections will shatter this Bakudō. But how exactly does this Bakudō hinder an opponent? Well, through the process of shattering the Bakudō, the technique they used to break it will be nullified. Meaning that whatever reiatsu or energy they used to activate the ability that shattered the Bakudō is lost. This Bakudō essentially makes the next Zanpakutō technique they use never happen. Other than that, this Bakudō is useless. One could fight an entire battle without using a single Zanpakutō or release technique and not even be aware they were being affected by this Bakudō.
How to Use: Requires physical contact with the adversary's weapon.
Incantation: Creates two markings, to negate the next two techniques. ("Stun them all with your blinding deception. Bite the night with your unfailing jaws and cause your enemies to cower in fear.")
Drawbacks: Can only be used once every five posts in addition to there being a reiatsu cost.
Made By: Rave Haretsu.
Reserved?: No.

[Madelyn Fūrinji]

The pink spiritual pressure would seem ceaseless compared to how Madelyn had been before which along with the mental and physical changes that she was going through at the moment would only solidify it further that she was potentially turning into someone else. Benjiro, while not sure about what he was doing seemed to have either luck or something else helping him as the kido he cast on Madelyn postponed his death. The multi edged symbol appears on Madelyn’s left arm. It wouldn’t last more than a moment though as she alters her hair into the kunai like shape for just a moment and then just like that her hair would fall down by her side as if what she had just been doing was stopped.

Madelyn with her lack of kido understanding, frantic mental state and energy surge at the moment didn’t know why she couldn’t command her hair. She hadn’t even picked up on the fact that Benjiro had cast a kido on her beyond what was keeping her arms behind her back. “NO NO! This isn’t fun. This isn’t how you have fun.” Continuing to freak out over the resistance Benjiro had towards attacking her Madelyn would thrash against him doing her best to get free from his body and then just like that she could tell they were no longer on top of the building.

Madelyn had no knowledge of how to enhance her movement speed, no concept of how to execute Shunpo, yet now she’d felt it through the much larger Shinigami. Her white hair getting pushed up past her face towards Benjiro along with the sensation on her back was all she needed in order to tell what was happening. Her thrashing would stop as the twisted wide smile spread back across her face and her eyes locked in on Benjiro’s own. “YES! Try your hardest.” It wouldn’t take more than a moment after she spoke to impact the pavement below with enough force that the road cracked several feet.

Benjiro’s much larger size and weight meant he was going to get hurt as well, although the majority of the impact would collide with Madelyn. Bleeding as he was, Benjiro would likely have to seek out medical attention as soon as possible yet he’d likely realize after several seconds that Madelyn wasn’t returning to her natural look. Laying there on the cracked pavement was still the monstrosity and then her left fingers began to move. Madelyn’s body wasn’t weak anymore, its entirety strengthened to handle the onslaught of battle. This was the most pain she’d ever felt and yet at the moment she felt . . . pleasure.

“Where’d the toy go?”

Remaining Reiatsu: 1000/1650
Slammed to Ground: -100

[Benjiro Hiroto]

As Benjiro hit the ground hard, the impact sent shockwaves throughout his body. The cracks beneath him revealed just how hard he had hit the pavement. He struggled to get back up, his vision blurry and his senses numbed from the pain. He looked towards Furinji's body, which was a few feet away from him, still monstrous and unresponsive. He was unsure whether he had done enough to bring her back, and the guilt weighed heavily on his shoulders. He had failed, and now he was alone and hurt.

The pain was immense, a constant throbbing throughout his body. It was as if his injuries were mocking him, telling him he wasn't strong enough to save her. The thought of giving up crossed his mind, but he couldn't let go. He knew he had to get stronger, faster, and smarter to protect the people he cared about. Furinji was his friend, despite how recently they had met, and he couldn't abandon her like this. He gritted his teeth and tried to push himself back up, the pain still surging through his body. 

As he looked towards Furinji's body, he couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow and regret. He had tried so hard to reach out to her, to bring her back from whatever had taken control of her. But he had failed. He had failed his friend, and he had failed himself. He was responsible, as a Shinigami, regardless of how inexperienced he was. He wondered if there was anything else he could have done, if he had missed any clues or overlooked something crucial. The thought of it made him feel sick to his stomach, tears streaming down his face, following the path of the blood dripping down his chin.

He wiped away the tears and the blood from his face, trying to regain some composure. He knew he had to leave now, to get help and come back stronger. But the thought of leaving Furinji behind, even for a moment, filled him with dread. He didn't know what would happen to her if he wasn't there to protect her, to save her. He didn't know what would happen to the others, the people around her, if she was left to roam free. He remembered the way she tortured the hollow, possibly ruining its soul if it wasn't for his quick action. All of this reminded him of his mistake, his failure to help and save her. He took one last look towards her body, hoping that there was still someone in there to save, but all he saw was the monster that took her face.

He pointed his Asauchi in front of him, turning it to the side and muttering softly under his breath. "Release." A door of blinding light opened, the Senkaimon, allowing him to return to the Soul Society before Furinji could get up and finish him off. As he stepped through the portal, he vowed to himself that he would save her, looking back one last time to say a short prayer. "Namu Amida Butsu." He offered this sentiment to the Amida Buddha, hoping in His guidance in achieving his goal. He would become stronger, faster, and smarter, so that he could protect everyone, especially those like Furinji, those he failed. He would return to save her, as soon as he could.

[Madelyn Fūrinji]

Getting up off the cracked pavement Madelyn’s mind was still focused on nothing more than the fun of battle, this Shinigami wasn’t giving her enough fun. The Hollow had been weak, but the sound of its screams had been something wild, something enjoyable to hear knowing that she was making those sounds. She was playing with the Hollow as if it were an instrument and she loved the sound her instrument made before the Shinigami threw it away. Despite all the pain she’d caused this Shinigami she couldn’t make him play the same sort of noise, so she had to keep figuring out this new toy. Looking around for a moment she saw the blood on the pavement from the Shinigami.

Tracing the trail of crimson she’d see a bright doorway that looked like a traditional rice paper style. A doorway that was on the pavement of the road. Something that didn’t make sense yet Madleyn couldn’t progress for a moment. That’s when it clicked in her twisted spinning mind, she’d seen this doorway before. Kazuhiko had used it when he left . . . left. “NO! You coward! How dare you leave, you ruined all the fun!” Madelyn screams with the realization before looking around the area hoping a Hollow would appear.

Despite what she wants no such thing would appear, no Hollow nor other Shinigami. Madelyn for whatever reason wouldn’t attack the typical person on the road despite moving through Karakura over the next hour trembling against her will. She needed to fight, needed something to cut yet nothing appeared. In the end Madelyn would wake the following morning in an alleyway with her back to one of the two buildings. “Everything’s cold.” A single statement as she wakes about not just her skin, but her heart.

[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

120 paragraphs for both participants, so 600 TP total