Sinister Reign: Seireitei Slam

[Zeich Yajuu]

Rizer’s invasion has split into three parties: two to serve as distractions in separate sections of Soul Society, and a central strike force. After the initial chaos their arrival within Seireitei has caused, two of the teams depart on their own mission. In the dust is left one individual, a familiar man whom many have come to recognize. Kitai Yoru stands in the wake of their arrival, ready to play with the first forces dispatched to investigate the situation.

This thread is for any participant of Class 4 or lower, and all of them will be facing off against Kitai at once. For fairness’ sake, Kitai will get a post for every two other posts against him. Finally, this thread has a one-week time limit between participants: in the event that the next participant has not posted within a week of the last, they will be skipped. Three skips will constitute being removed from the thread as inactive.

[Benjiro Hiroto]

Benjiro couldn't believe what he was seeing. The Seireitei, the very symbol of the Soul Society's power and safety, lay in ruins before him. He had never felt so helpless in his life, his duty to protect shattered along with the walls. As an Unseated Officer of the 10th Squad, he knew it was his responsibility to defend the Seireitei from threats, yet he felt powerless in the face of this attack. His mind raced with questions, wondering how it had come to this and what the future held for the Soul Society. All he could do was utter a prayer under his breath, "Namu Amida Butsu". 

The chaos of the invasion surrounded him, the noise and destruction overwhelming his senses. It didn't help that he was so close to the entry point, stationed there as a way to patrol and monitor the safety of the safest location in all of the Soul Society. The sound of the walls crumbling had been just the beginning, as he watched in horror as the invaders infiltrated the Seireitei with ease. The spiritual pressure weighing heavily upon him signaled the presence of powerful enemies, and Benjiro knew he was completely and utterly outmatched. As he prepared for a fight, he felt a mix of fear and determination. He refused to go down without a fight, to give up on his duty to protect the Soul Society.

With a deep breath, he readied himself to face his opponent, hoping that backup would arrive soon. But as he stood there, surrounded by the destruction, he couldn't help but wonder how the invaders had managed to infiltrate the Seireitei so easily and so quickly. Before he even had time to react, majority of the invasive force had disappeared, leaving only a single enemy in front of him. As the impending fight began, he knew that the answers to his questions might not matter. All that mattered was protecting his home and his people, even if it meant sacrificing everything.

Benjiro's heart was racing as he stood still, keeping a watchful eye on the only enemy remaining. He wondered where the other Squad members were, where Captain Celes was, and the rest of the Shinigami corps. Were they too far away? His mind was struggling to comprehend the nature of this attack, trying to process what had just happaned. How could this be? How could the Seireitei, the heart of Soul Society, fall so easily? He tried to maintain his composure, but his hands were shaking with fear and anger. He had trained for years, dedicated his life to protecting the Seireitei, and now it was crumbling before his very eyes, under his watch no less, and he was powerless to stop it.

No. He wasn't powerless. The enemy's power was similar to another he had met, the man in Kyoto, Mr. Dantes. His spiritual pressure was immense, causing the air to vibrate and his skin to prickle with energy, easily dwarfing his own by just being there. Benjiro knew he was likely nothing more than a pest to the enemy, but he refused to back down. He had to fight for his home, for his comrades, for the innocent souls trapped amidst the chaos. He drew his Zanpakuto, feeling the familiar weight in his hand, and braced himself for what was to come. 

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{Stats and Skills}

Strength: 55 (68)



Speed: 50 (35)



RS: 100 (150)



SPPR: 65



Instinct: 50



Senses: 50 (37)



ES: 50



HE: 0



LA: 75



DA: 25

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Learning - 1


Calm Mind - 1


Strength of Will - 1



Weapons: Swords - 1



Pain Tolerance - 1


Bleeding Tolerance - 1


Damage Recovery - 1


Mental Incantation - 1

[Kitai Yoru]

Kitai was thrown down to some random place in the Seireitei thanks to the powers of that random Hason those Espada people had with them. Brutus he heard them call it. After having fought Orobas in the land of the Hollows, he wasn't as surprised as he should have been. Because of course the Shinigami who were leading Arrancar were working with Hellions, why wouldn't they? If anyone asked, he would say that he didn't count, though he couldn't give you a believable reason as to why. "Ugh. They'd better find something interesting, or I'm gonna be pissed." Kitai said to himself, doing his best to wave away the kicked up dust.

It was all too dramatic for him, something out of a superhero movie, where the villain would do a dramatic reveal, stepping out of the smoke and giving an ominous one-liner. "Hmm." Kitai tapped his chin with his finger. "Ah!" He coughed into his fist to clear his throat, before yelling out to the distance. "After five thousand years, I have returned, Shinigami! Back to enact my vengeance upon you all, for the wrongs committed against me!" He yelled out to no one in particular, posing with his arm stretched out in a grasping motion.

He paused for a moment. "Nah. Way too dramatic." He said, dusting himself off. "You can say that again." A voice called out from the dust. "You sound like one of those comic book nerds from the seventies. And you look twice as garish." The voice rolled out revealing... a three foot high wheel of cheese. "And that's coming from me." Kitai's eye twitched at the hurtful dairy product. "Why did I buy you again?" He asked, more to himself than to the cheese. "Because you're an idiot." The cheese responded anyway, causing Kitai's eye to twitch more violently.

Darkskill Level 1: 5,000
Total Reiatsu Remaining: 13,000/18,000

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{Stats and Skills}
ts: Strength: (200-60%) 80
Speed: (200-60%) 80
Reiatsu strength: (200-60%) 80
Spiritual Pressure: (400x4.5) 1,800
Senses: (200-60%) 80
Instinct: (200-60%) 80
Energy Sensory: (0-60%) 0
Healing Expertise: (0-60%) 0

Dark Aura: 100
Light Aura: 0

Strength of Will: 4
Pain Tolerance: 3
Battle Analysis :3
Crafting: 4
Martial Skill; Style of the Moron: 2

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{Items on Person}SUPER, Artificial Zan, Tarot Card 0, No Fly Zone, Star Caller, The WORM, Cheddar Luck Next Time

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{Technique Used}Dark Skill Level 1 Property:] [The first stage of his release allows him to create gigai-like bodies for him to enter and use as he sees fit. In order to create a body, Kitai must spend 25% of his current reiatsu, but must spend at least 250 in order to use the technique. The strength and durability of the bodies is based off the amount of reiatsu Kitai has used during the thread. For every 100 reiatsu Kitai has used in the thread, it will increase the strength, speed, and durability by 10. Each body comes with a 300 to start in all three of these stats. If the user has physical stats higher than the base 300, their starting physical stat or stats will be changed to that higher number. The highest the physical stats the body can have 1000.

The strength of the body is a sort of false one. While the bodies themselves are strong, it is merely a tool, not truly living so to speak. While a real body would be able to handle such strength and speed, this one cannot. And like all tools, they have a breaking point. Those wearing the body will find themselves unable to use main benefits that high physical stats would normally grant. The benefits of having high strength are forever lost to the user, unless they already had them before putting on the Gigai.

Much like a tool, once the body uses too much power, it begins to quickly wear out. The max output a body can use varies on the user. The bodies are based on the user, and thus match their max potential, even if the bodies themselves should be stronger. A user with 50 strength or speed, can only ever make the bodies reach 150 strength or speed. If someone had 400 in strength or speed, they would be able to bring out the full potential of the bodies, and reach 1000 in either stat.

However, like any machine, running at full power causes a reaction in the bodies. The body, and by extension the user, have no issues with stamina of any kind after this point, never running out after it breaks its limits for the first five post, using a sort of Hysterical Strength to force itself to keep going. After the five posts will drain stamina like normal. Normally a body can last indefinitely, but for every post the user pushes their physical stats past their limits no further than double their base stats, it drains a post, while over that pushes it by two posts. The body has ten of these posts before it dies, ejecting the user of it from the maimed corpse. Hitting 1000 in either stat will cost the bodies two posts, regardless of the the user's base stats.

The creation of the body is instant, forming around Kitai if he so chooses, or in his hand. Bodies can be exited at any time the wearer pleases. The only oddities that make the body stand out from normal humans is that the first stage of a Dark Skill will still shine through, and the chains on their soul will still appear on the new body, but otherwise, the body will be have an appearance of whatever Kitai wishes it to look like. Size of the bodies follows the strength rules for sizes.

So long as the body is worn, Hell has a much harder time finding him. For every three posts that a Saika is in the body, the count on the duration of his escape will go down by one for every three posts they make. Can start a thread with a body for an additional 500 reiatsu of the base cost, without activating his dark skill. Any damage the body takes is not fully transferred to him. Damage is reduced by fifty percent, and attacks that would kill the body will eject the soul before it can be damaged too much. Fatal damage done to the body will be reduced to the point of just barely avoiding death. The body cannot heal via the normal Saika regeneration, but his soul underneath is still able to. The healing done to the soul will not transfer to the body. Once he exits a body, the stats will be reset to how it was before he entered the body. After a body is destroyed or dies, it goes onto a three post cooldown before he can create another one. This does not count as a stat boosting technique. If a body is healed, Kitai will not be healed.

[Satoshi Fuuko]

Satoshi Fuuko was not expecting to have to put her leadership skills to the test so quickly after getting promoted. The fresh Fourth Seat of the Yonbantai figured a lot of paperwork was in her future, but a full scale invasion? Her brother seemed to think that something was coming. He was technically  in charge of things in the division, so he had prepared well enough. It wasn't that she didn't listen to him, she just... 

It wasn't supposed to be like this. 

All that meant that the Yonbantai, the medical division, couldn't sit around at their barracks. They had to attend to the injured and make sure there were as few casualties as possible. This meant sending out squad members to all the places that were being attacked. That meant being out in the actual field. Thankfully, that was where Fuuko wanted to be. She would much rather be in the thick of things than sitting behind a desk telling someone else to go risk their life. She also knew that she couldn't get too  eager to go out and fight. She needed to be able to attend to the wounded and pull people out of danger when necessary. 

All that was fine and good until Fu8uko felt the spiritual pressure of the invasion's leader. She clenched her teeth. "It's that damn bum!" She snarled to herself. The one who had kidnapped her brother. The one who had tossed Fuuko around without much of a thought. The one who almost killed two captains. She still wasn't strong enough to face him. She knew that, but... she wanted to be there. She was strong enough to not be a detriment. She knew that much at least! And she wanted to be there to get at least one shot at that bastard bum! She still had yet to dismantle his Bum Association, but if Rizer were to fall, surely the body would wither?

Fuuko pivoted without a thought to make a bee line towards Rizer's reiatsu signature. She didn't look back and she didn't tell anyone what she was doing. She clutched her zanpakutou and bounded towards the signature. That's when a force hit the ground nearby, kicking up dust. Fuuko's eyes widened as she was forced to stop. Another being who seemed pretty powerful. Fuuko didn't recognize the face or the reiatsu, but she drew her sword as Kitai Yoru now stood in front of her and another Shinigami nearby. She didn't spare Benjiro a glance as she held up her zanpakutou and listened to Kitai. 

"What the fuck!?" Fuuko blurted out. "I didn't do shit to you! Who the fuck are you?!" Fuuko barked and then glanced at the... wheel of cheese? "Is... is that cheese talking!?" She muttered in disbelief and then regripped her zanpakutou that she held out in front of her. She held it upside down her arm out on front of her and the blade facing toward Kitai perpendicular to him.  The blonde shook her head. "It doesn't matter... Identify yourself!" Fuuko barked. "Drop any weapons you have and put your hands in the air or else I'll have to consider you an enemy of the Seireitei!" Fuuko bellowed loudly, being cautious, but letting Kitai take the chance to explain himself or surrender. 

Fuuko could feel how strong Kitai was. She doubted that he would just surrender peacefully, but at the very least, hopefully, Kitai would at least pay attention to her instead of Benjiro if and when he decided to attack. At the very least maybe this would buy reinforcements some time. She had a doubt that just her and Benjiro could take this guy. 'Hopefully, my dumb ass doesn't get this kid killed.' Fuuko thought as her lips pursed and she stared down Kitai. Maybe, she even saved Benjiro by intercepting Kitai and giving him something more enticing to focus on. 



Reiatsu: 5000/5000 - Blood Bank: 000 - Unreleased Katana

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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}

[Tala Selao]

Tala's career as a Shinigami had had quite the interesting start. He'd been sent on only a few missions to the world of the living when he'd first started, meeting a couple people here and there as well as doing his job as a Soul Reaper of purifying Hollows and sending Plus' to Soul Society. He didn't expect it to have taken the turn that it had nor had he expected to have been a part of one of the largest invasions in the recent history of the Soul Society. It was here that'd he'd been put to the test and utilized everything he knew to attempt to rescue as many Rukongai citizens as he could alongside one of his officers, a fellow squad mate and even an academy student.

Afterwards, he'd found himself suddenly promoted to the 7th seat within Sanbantai as well as being given the title and responsibility of the Second Lead of the Rukongai Expeditionary Team. He'd spent some time and taken up more patrols and missions while in this position, learning and experiencing what it meant to be a leader and how it felt to have responsibility for some subordinates. He'd even had the opportunity to spar with the Captain of Squad 10 although that had been a somewhat terrifying and learning experience for him.

Still he had experienced so much in such a short time in his career and yet he felt like he still had quite more to learn before he would be ready for his next promotion, knowing that his own Captain had high expectations for him and likely even had his eye on making him the new Vice Captain when he deemed him ready. Yet that was for the future and he surely didn't imagine that would be anytime soon. He had much to do before then. Like defending Soul Society from yet another invasion.

Tala couldn't believe this was happening yet the massive and intense spiritual pressures he was feeling told him that this wasn't some trick or a joke or any other kind of theoretical that he could think of and that this was happening yet again. He didn't know if he should consider himself unlucky or not yet he knew he had a responsibility as he rushes from the barracks of Squad 3, heading towards the nearest gate to do as he did before and race to help the citizens of the Rukongai.

Yet he stops himself for a moment as a certain, flaring reiatsu signature catches even his attention and he focuses his scanner towards it. He was familiar with its type and while he couldn't tell what the other reiatsu signatures were he could with this one and knew that if it got any closer, it could mean quite a spell of trouble. So he changes his course to races to confront the Hellion that had arrived.

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Tala finally arrives at the gate just in time to hear Fuuko shouting at the intruder. He recognized her as the freshly appointed 4th Seat of Yonbantai although he hadn't had the chance to interact with her. He'd even saw her at the mixer that the Captain had held some time ago, after the last invasion. He wonders briefly if the Captain will hold another mixer for them if they survive this. He also wondered where his Captain was now, sure that he was confronting what other invaders had come to attack them.

He also catches sight of Benjiro and his gut wrenches together at the sight of him. He had only gone on one patrol with the older soul but he like him and seeing him here only left him with worry. Why was he here? He was in more danger than either Fuuko or himself were yet Tala couldn't allow himself to be distracted by such worries. He had to hope that Benjiro would be able to assist them well enough just as he had once did before. If worse comes to worse, Tala was prepared to risk injury to make sure the newer Shinigami left here alive.

He refocuses on the scene before him and turns his attention to the Hellion. His scanner told him what he already knew. This man was strong and certainly dangerous. He wasn't sure if the three of them alone would be able to defeat this man but he knew that they could likely at least hold him here temporarily for a bit as long as they didn't hold back. His doubts and anxiety about his own skills and abilities came crawling up like always yet he steeled himself this time. He knew he couldn't afford those kinds of thoughts. Not now. That was something he'd learned since the last invasion. He could lead but he at least wouldn't be alone this time, with Fuuko being the higher ranking officer here.

With that in mind, he sets himself back into subordinate mode as he races to her side, skidding to a halt and taking a defensive stance with his katana and quickly introduced himself, "Seventh Seat, Tala Selao of Sanbantai, ma'am. He's a strong one. I'm not sure the three of us will be enough to take him out but I believe if we don't hold back, we can keep him here until more reinforcements arrive." He was pretty sure that she'd agree with him although he did wait for her answer and response.

If it did seem that she agreed with him, then he'd nod and quickly take a side step away from her as he held his Katana out in front of him and began focusing his spiritual pressure, causing it to rise as he uttered his Shikai's release, "Tend to the flame, Hāsu." As the last syllable left his lips, the air around his blade began to grow hot, enough to cause the waves of heat to be visible to the naked eye. It then began to glow brightly as the heat built up before it finally subdued to reveal his katana had now changed into a staff with blades at each end which radiated an intense heat.

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{Stats/Skills}Type: Perma-Release

Strength: 150
Speed: 170
Spiritual Pressure: 400 (50% Increase) 600
Reiatsu Strength: 200
Healing Expertise: 50
Instinct: 100
Senses: 100
Energy Sensory: 50

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Light Aura: 50
Dark Aura: 50

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Analyzing 2
Battle Analysis 2
Weapons (Pole Weapons) 1
Acrobatics 1
Heat Tolerance 2
Pain Tolerance 1
Charisma 1

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{Ocular Lens w/ Reiatsu Scan}Description: A contact-like lense that fits over the eye. This is a powerful recording device, that allows the user to instantly record everything that they see while wearing it, allowing for more efficient reconnaissance even if the user is killed, as all data recorded with it is sent via live feed to Squad 12's archives. In addition to this, the Ocular Lens may have any of the following "visions" added for no extra cost: Reiatsu scan (Allows the user to judge the approximate strength of the target's reiatsu for those with lower ES), Night Vision, Infrared and Binocular. Only one vision type may be selected with the Ocular Lens which is specified upon purchase.

Class: 4
Item Type: Utility
Item Power (IP): 500
Offense Type: N/A
Durability: 50
Cost: 10,000
Crafting Skills: Crafting 2

Donated to Urahara's: No

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{Overall Ability}Hestia's abilities, much like the mythical goddess of the same namesake, revolves around heat and fire and the power she has over them. She gives her wielder the same capability of tending to the heat and fires in the world and in themselves.

Her abilities very much focus on making use of pre-existing heat and fire to work although Hestia provides a constant source of heat so that the user can make use of after much practice and understanding of her abilities.She also allows the user to sense and differentiate types of heat, being more like a feeling than any other type of sensory cue.

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{Shikai Overall Ability}In Shikai, Hāsu's abilities are more focused on the generation, control, and manipulation of heat. To start off with, Hāsu's blades are always hot to the touch, producing enough heat to cut through metal and other materials that aren't reinforced by reiatsu and even burning flesh that it cuts through.

The user also learns how to make use of the heat that she is giving off and will continue to give off as long as she is released. Hāsu can also allow the user to control and manipulate any source of heat and fire, excluding the heat of living creatures save for their own.

[Munemasa Iroka]

This was one of them days when everything that could go wrong did. It was as though the gods of SNAFU had ganged together to empty their bowels on Seireitei... and they had done it well. Everything quickly went to hell in a handbasket, as Seireitei was surprisingly and unexpectedly invaded. Why, Iroka had no idea. But she was sure of the fact that things would probably never be the same again, from this time moving forward. The delicate faith she had had in the impermeability of Seireitei's defenses lay shattered, and who knew how today would end?

In any case, Iroka had work to do. She had been given directives to head towards the point of ingress of the invaders into Seireitei. They seemed to have smashed through the walls of the mighty citadel, a thing Iroka had almost thought impossible. Well, there was something she had learned today: never consider anything to be impossible. And on another day, another thing Iroka thought might be impossible would be the survival of anything or anyone that had been unfortunate to be in the area when something of such power had bulldozed through the walls. If somehow, anyone was alive, they would probably need medical aid. That was why she was en route.

It didn't take long for Iroka to arrive at her destination. Apparently, there were already other people there. A giant of a Shinigami, Tala from the Third Division, her dear friend Fuuko, and... someone else. If Iroka had been considered strange, standing next to this fellow, she was an epitome of normalcy. Everything seemed wrong with him, from the charred form, to the wings, to the fact that he was speaking to something concealed by the dust at his feet. But he looked injured. Maybe he was a victim. If he was injured, he would most certainly need healing.

"Excuse me, Roasted Fellow-dono, do you require medical assistance?" the orange-haired girl obliviously asked, stepping forward towards him, shortly before she saw what had been talking on the ground. Another impossible travesty thrust on the world by some sheer act of flagitious witchcraft: a wedge of cheese. A talking wedge of cheese. A normal person would have responded in confusion or horror, but Iroka stared at it for a moment, then her eyes widened, and she squealed, rushing forward towards the reality-insulting piece of dairy product.

"Oh my days! What, oh what could this be? A talking slab of cheese? I must surely investigate this! Is it edible? How does it talk? Does it have a larynx? Does it have any other functions aside--" It was then she felt the reiatsu of the 'Roasted Fellow', and stopped short. She had never sensed anything that foul in her entire life. If her eyes could get any wider, they did, and in sudden silence, she turned on her heel and fled from the man and his slab of talking cheese, instead choosing to hide herself behind the giant form of the other Shinigami asides Tala and Fuuko, who were there.

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{Stats, Skills and Techs}
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


SKILLS:
Mental:
Analyzing: 2
Strength of Will: 1

Battle:
Hakuda- Shintenken: 2
Battle Analysis: 2
Kidō Mastery: 2

Body:
Mental Incantation: 1
Cold Tolerance: 1
Damage Recovery: 1

Utility:
Crafting/Forging: 1


TECHNIQUES:
Shunpo (Free tech; Mastered)
Bakudō #9: Horin (Mastered)
Hadō #4: Byakurai (Mastered)
Kaidō #1: Shindan Suru (Mastered)
Hadō #33: Sōkatsui (Mastered)
Bakudō #60: Pliobond (Mastered)
Hadō #63: Raikōhō (Mastered)
Bakudō #61: Rikujokoro (Mastered)

[Satoshi Kazuhiko]

Kazuhiko didn't bother telling his sister to wait for him. Trying to stop Fuuko from pursuing someone she wanted to punch was like trying to redirect a freight train with your bare hands. It was easier to simply climb aboard and get off when it stopped. Besides, it was partially his fault she was on high alert... After all, it was his report to the Gotei 13 about his experience. And even beyond that, his intuition insisted that a storm was coming.

It had only been a short time since he'd returned from Hueco Mundo. He had been kidnapped by one of Los Noches' leading militants. A man named Rizer Tile. He'd kidnapped Kazuhiko in an effort to gather information. He'd sought a map of Sereitei and the names of all of the captains of the Gotei 13. Kazuhiko had only given him a single name. His own. This infuriated his captor and led him to set him loose in the bowels of Los Noches and eventually the deserts of Hueco Mundo with little more than a pack of... Newports... To his name.

A heroic effort was launched by the Soul Society to see the boy rescued. Fuuko and Iroka had led the charge and broke into Hueco Mundo alongside a number of other capable shinigami. And when it was all said and done, Kazuhiko was returned home. The Innocent academy graduate had been saved. Squad 4, but more importantly brother and sister had been reunited. However...

The month-long survival game that Kazuhiko had been subjected to had changed him. Starving, terrified, and constantly pursued by hungry hollows, Kazuhiko had been constantly forced into a corner. And by the time he was rescued, he was barely recognizable! His will was intact, but his body had been battered. But the shifting of his appearance was more than that. Stranger than that. His fight with Lagos Obscura, the 9th Espada, had left him changed forever. She'd delivered unto him a touch of death that surely should have killed any Shinigami of his level... And yet he clung to life. Desperate to be there when his sister showed up to save him! Lagos' ultimate technique hadn't killed him. But it had changed him forever...
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The boy was quiet and contemplative as he followed his sister. She'd grown stronger than him while he was away. And faster. "I'm sure of it." He nodded, confirming Fuuko's assertion that the presence was Rizer. Whatever he had been planning for seemed to be happening now.

When considering where the man might show up he had drafted a few options. The first was somewhere amongst the 80th districts of the Rukongai. That was where he had met Rizer and since then the man had returned there once before, where he had fought a number of captains as well as Fuuko and Iroka. It was possible there was something important in that area. It was also possible that was as far as Rizer could get. His other guess was the academy. It had little tactical value, however, it would need to be protected intensely. And Rizer seemed to have an obsession with Academy Level Shinigami.

And the academy was precisely where Fuuko's tracking led them! As well as a number of other shinigami! Kazuhiko observed the scenario, gathered tactical information, and processed it quickly. The first was Benjiro. He didn't recognize him, but he was impossible not to acknowledge. The man was nearly seven and a half feet tall. A colossus of a Shinigami. But his size didn't quite match up to his power. The second was Tala. A stocky tattooed man. He introduced himself quickly and gave an assessment of the battlefield. He appeared to have a calm demeanor and a good eye. He struck Kazuhiko as something of a leader. Next was his other squadmate Iroka. Carefree and kind, she was the first to engage the enemy. He couldn't help but smile.

But lastly was the interloper. Fuuko called for him to identify himself or be considered an enemy... But it was clear she already knew. They all knew (except Iroka it seemed). His aura was absolutely vile. Kazuhiko assessed that he had come here with... Not necessarily evil intent, but with ill. He seemed affable from a distance and appeared to be having fun with a cognisant piece of cheese.

Kazuhiko had finished his assessment by the time he touched down beside Fuuko. For those who hadn't seen him since before his kidnapping, he was difficult to recognize. He'd once worn glasses and robes that hadn't fit him. His hair had been messy and unkempt. And his demeanor had been meek. And beyond that, he'd only had one arm. He no longer wore glasses. And while the sleeves of his dual robes were still long enough to hide his hands, they fit appropriately. And perhaps the most curious of all. He'd grown taller. He was still short, standing at only 5'5". But those three inches made quite a difference.

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{Kazuhiko Satoshi}

"Yonbontai, Third Seat, Kazuhiko Satoshi." He spoke clearly as he postured beside his sister. His words weren't directed to Kitai, as Fuuko seemed to have his attention just fine. Instead, he spoke to the Shinigami present. His rank was more than just his placement in the squad. Being the highest rank present put him in command... It made him responsible for whatever was about to happen here.

"Your assessment is correct, Selao-san." He nodded to the member of the Sanbantai. "I don't imagine we can take him down. But that might not be our objective here. Our objective is to protect the Sereitei. Maybe we can do that without fighting..." He asserted the objective for all to hear. "But if we have to, we'll work together to do whatever is needed to protect Sereitei!" His right arm bristled beneath the sleeve of his robe as he spoke. A hint of strange white light leaked from within its confines for but a moment.

"Selao-San. Colossus-san." He addressed both Benji and Tala "I need you to work together to protect the academy and its students. I doubt he's here just to stand outside. If a breach occurs, I'm trusting you two to handle it. And you can trust the Yonbantai to keep him busy." [Battle Analysis: 2][Charisma/Leadership: 2]

"Iroka. Oneesan. I think we're going to have our hands full."

Reiatsu: 6000/6000

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{Stats}Stats: Before Type|After Type

Strength: 100

Speed: 200

Riatsu Strength: 25

Spiritual Pressure: 400/600

Instinct: 300

Senses: 25

Energy Sense: 50

Light Aura: 100

Dark Aura: 0

Healing Expertise: 0

Skills 15/15

Abilities
Strength of Will: 1

Lack of Fear: 1

Battle Analysis: 2

Martial Arts: Boxing: 2

Pain Tolerence: 1

Bleeding Tolerence: 1

Damage Recovery: 2

Charisma/Leadership: 2

Hoho: 2

[Akira Hinosai]

"Come on, now is NOT the time to stonewall me!" Akira's pleas fell on deaf ears. At least they would have if swords had ears.  "Fine, I'll do this myself...bitch"  Akira sheathed his zanpakuto and began to run. There was an invasion happening. How quaint! Even with his greatly diminished powers, this was hardly enough to frighten him. He knew this was nothing like the apocalyptic struggle he had faced before. There, he'd busted past enemy lines, reaping untold distruction on the hellion's forces until he found Ken'ichi. Those were romantic days. This? This little incursion was like a little league game compared to the Hell Invasion.

Little league was an apt descriptor, considering he was gonna be saving a bunch of school children. According to preliminary reports, some prick got the bright idea to tear Academy down. Akira didn't care that much, but if there was a fight, he wanted to be there. It just so happened this was probably the most he could handle. Ken'ichi tried to keep him from the front lines. Akira's boyfriend was just going to have to get over this bit of insubordination. Maybe this fight wouldn't hold a candle to the Hell Invasion, but maybe it would kindle a few memories, at least. Akira came decked out in the nicest outfit he had. Sick ass rings, mesh top, sharp nails.

He was gonna kick total ass and make the best impression ever on the wider seireitei. When this battle was over, he'd be a great deal further in his quest for fame and power. And defending the seireitei will work wonders for solidifying my cover. Of course, the only issue was getting to the battlefield in time. Ken'ichi was something of a surveillance expert. That meant he had maps of the seireitei sewer system, which Akira prompty stole. It was supposed to be safer and quicker, but Akira was beginning to think he'd made a wrong turn some place and ended up in the back lines. He checked again, just to be sure. He was starting to get antsy.

He would never forgive himself if he missed this battle. After checking the maps again, he found he was on the right path at least. He kept running, trying not to think of all the fun they were having without him on the surface. When Akira finally found what should be the nearest sewer entrance to the academy, He could already hear sounds of...something. He folded the map up and hurriedly climbed towards whatever awaited him... Akira peaked out to see a group of shinigami defenders and...KITAI?!? Akira shouldn't have been surprised, Kitai being Kitai, and all, but somehow this seemed a bit like overkill. Or in this case, like bringing a hand grenade to a little league game.

Akira didn't want to tangle with the guy when he was at the peak of his powers. Now? He didn't like his odds. Still, he was going to try. The path to power was not for the faint of heart. Akira ran up to the shinigami as to announce himself. "Aaaaaand this is the part where I also come out and say something suitably heroic!" Akira deadpanned. He recognized a few faces in the group. It was some comfort to know they had a medic AND a giant. "Almost missed my grand debut!" Akira felt jittery, but he masked it as best as he could. One liners like that worked wonders for his nerves. "So, did we come up with a plan? Did I miss the planning stage?"

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{Akiras Stats & Skills}Strength - 50
Speed - 80
Spiritual Pressure - 50 (62)
Reiatsu Strength - 50 (62)
Instinct - 50 Points (37)
Senses - 50 Points (37)
Energy sensory - 50
Healing Expertise - 0
Light Aura - 45
Dark Aura - 55
380 SP
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Analysis: 1
Strength of Will: 1
Weapon Skill (Prima Materia): 1
Mental Incantation: 1
Battle Analysis: 1
Acting: 1
Kido Mastery: 1

[Kitai Yoru]

Whelp. Kitai hadn't been expecting this level of response to his arrival. not even when he invaded the last two times did he get this many people to show up and try to kill him. He almost felt cheated on those other attempts. There was a big guy who looked a little out of his depths. There was a loud one, demanding identification. She also had the mouth of a sailor. "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" He says, looking at Fuuko. "Of course the cheese is talking! What, are you lactose intolerant of the dairy-enabled?" Said cheese started making raspberry noises in her general direction.

Then the guy who doesn't know what a shirt is popped up, talking with the foulmouthed individual, before another lady showed up calling him 'Roasted Fellow-dono'. Sure, Kitai showed up with the left half of his body charred, but never has he been more insulted in his life, taking on a look of offense. All the while, the cheese started laughing. "ROASTED FELLOW! HA-HAHAHAHAHA!" The traitorous milk product joined in on insulting him. "She's right! You look like a burnt marshmallow! HAAAAAAHAHA!"

The girl had been curious enough about how it was talking enough to get close, before something frightened her enough to retreat back behind muscles. Kitai was the kind of guy who constantly wore a smile on his face. That smile was a little tighter, and his displeasure was probably apparent to those who bothered to look. Oh, wait a moment, a third blond had shown up. He looked to be talking to the guy with the fire... Thing. A staff with two long and pointy ends? Soul Reapers were weird.

Kitai opened his mouth to address them all... and was interupted for his efforts, as a sixth person popped up from out of what he could only assume was the sewers. He said something to the other soul samurai, and looked like a nervous wreck. He was assuming that this was it, and that all the captains, were off dealing with the other people Rizer brought with him, as he didn't see any of those weird jacket things they all wore. Before him were a motley crew of characters, and while he appreciated the showing, he did hate the number six.

"Alright, I surrender!" He said, holding his hands up. He pretended to look afraid. "I've been running for days now! I needed to get to the- Oh no!" He said, overdramatically, as a black fog started to pour out from his chest. The mist spilled to the floor, pooling around his feet in a large circle. "They've found me!" Two large hands erupted from the mist, slamming onto the ground with twin thuds. The mist stretched out, as a large orc pulled itself out, followed by a certain marshmallow mascot, with half of their body burnt black.

"I must flee!" Kitai yelled, running away from both the monsters, as well as the Shinigami. "Wait for me!" Yelled the cheese, as it raced behind the Lunatic. There was a large building that almost looked like a school. Either way, it looked like a place with a lot of places to hide. Meanwhile, the orc and the walking source of diabetes were standing even with one another, twenty feet in height, but they looked... off. While the campfire snack was the more obvious, half of their body charred and melting, the orc also looked to be made wrong. Like their skin was sagging off their body, jaw hanging loose, and their limbs were broken and set wrong, with a large wooden club seemingly fused to its hand. It was cross-eyed, and had to turn its head to look at their opponents.

"Krug dug." It said simply, raising its deformed arm to the sky. "Krug dug!" It yelled as it hobbled quickly over towards the shinigami, looking more like a pained gallop than an actual charge. The half-cooked smore also started hopping towards them, making a giggle, as if tickled. Though it sounded wrong. Like its voice was coming out of a radio that was slowly losing power. Its left side barely moved at all, as it limped towards the sextet of shinigami. All the while, Kitai and his cheddar companion were escaping towards the academy.

Out of Hell Posts: 100 2/3
Black Fog: 350, plus 1,000
Total Reiatsu Remaining: 11,650/18,000

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{Black Fog}Technique Name: The Black Fog Mastered

Class: [1]

Technique Type: [Hell Techniques]

Usable By: [Hell Races]

Technique Element: [Shadow]

Technique Fluff: [Those who fear the darkness are wise. Evil in its most primal form thrives in the shadows, always on the edge of the light. But while it is rare when the shadows of the underworld touch the land of the living, the results are always spoken of for generations. The Black Fog is an ability generated by those who have seen the proverbial void, and gazed into it. These people are those with hearts blacker than most, and live in perpetual chaos, misery, and hate. Those who use this technique are often those who have given up on life, and have let themselves fall into despair, or have done so at least once in their existence. This ability was made to show that, no matter how much hope there is the world, and no matter how happy the world becomes, evil will never leave the hearts of mankind, and will always linger. The darkest shadows linger behind the brightest lights.

The Black Fog is generated from the soul of the user, spilling from their chests, completely enshrouding their lower bodies in a mist of darkness at all times. From there, the fog begins to spread over the ground, seemingly consuming it, with the top of it lingering three feet above it. The Black Fog is thick to the point where no light can ever pierce it, consuming it in its entirety. The mist does more than feed off the light however. The shadows absorb all forms of energy that come into contact with it, be it heat, light, or reiatsu. Especially reiatsu.

The air above the fog is quickly drained of any lingering reiatsu, preventing anyone from creating airground platforms of any kind, as well as preventing any stepping abilities. However, those who stand in the blackened air start to suffer from the effects of this immediately. The moment anyone comes into contact with it will quickly lose their power, before fading away beneath the darkness, never to be seen again.

But this isn't what makes this ability so feared, although that is a part of it. The darkness is a sponge for souls, but it doesn't let that energy go to waste. Once it has absorbed enough souls, this ability starts to create monsters. Often titanic beings of pure hate and rage emerge from the shadows, climbing out of the nothing, existing for only destruction. The monsters can take on many forms, ranging from ogers, wolves, or even the well known dragon. These creatures stand anywhere from seven feet in height, to a towering fifty.

The being are extremely durable as well, needing the strongest of champions to slay them. The Black Fog naturally doesn't harm them, and are immune to the effects of it. No matter their shape, these creatures are only as smart as an animal, beatial in thought, maybe as smart as a lion.

All the air above the mist is stripped of reiatsu, no matter the distance. Any ability that touches the fog is absorbed, so long as the offensive stat is lower than the user's, adding the reiatsu used for the ability to the reiatsu counter.]


Technique Effects:

A Black mist spills out of the user's chest, quickly covering the ground around them, hovering two feet off the lowest surface. The Mist spreads five feet per post, times how many posts it has been active. 1 post equals five feet, 2 is ten, 3 fifteen, and so on. The air above the Black Fog cannot be used for any form of airground above it. Anyone in the fog loses 250 reiatsu per post, and loses the same amount just by touching it. Non- spiritual humans, plants, and animals die instantly when they come into contact with the fog.

Any techs used while inside the fog will charge the fog by half the amount paid for the original tech. Once the fog has collected 500 reiatsu, the user can summon a creature of the writer's choice to attack or cause general chaos. The user is also able to wait, and have the fog store its reiatsu in order to summon multiple beasts at once. The creature does not obey the caster, nor is it affected by the draining effects of the fog.

The stats of the creatures are always 800 strength, 400 speed, and 150 in all sensory stats, with 800 durability. The user is able to pay 500 in order to charge the mist. The Cost to maintain is 100 reiatsu, and is used to charge the fog. Fog lasts three posts after the user stops paying for it, and is unable to summon beasts after they stop.

How to use technique: [Mentioned above]

Technique Drawbacks: [The Black Fog, cannot be thrown around like a weapon, and will only remain on the ground, and around the user's lower body. Kicking with the fog around their legs will not drain opponents of reiatsu. The user is not immune to the draining effects of the fog, and is drained every post. Monsters will not obey anything the caster of the Fog commands of them.]

Incantation and Effect:

Made By: [Kitai Yoru]

Reserved?: [No]

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{Krug dug}
Stats: Strength: 300
Speed: (200-60%) 250
Reiatsu strength: 0
Spiritual Pressure: 0
Senses: 100
Instinct: 100
Energy Sensory: 200
Healing Expertise: 0

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{Kitai-berry Marshmallow Man}
Stats: Strength: 500
Speed: (200-60%) 100
Reiatsu strength: 0
Spiritual Pressure: 0
Senses: 200
Instinct: 200
Energy Sensory: 200
Healing Expertise: 0

Okay, now that we've got a good number of people here, we shall begin combat posts. The post order is, as of now, determined by when you've posted, or you can work it out amongst yourselves.

[Satoshi Kazuhiko]

[I'll take first in the order to prep tactics! To make it easier, do we want to just go by seat rankings?]

Another shinigami arrived after even himself. However, this one didn't seem much stronger than the giant. Though he was much flashier. And much less formal than the others. Perhaps he was a recent academy graduate. Or worse, an Academy Student. "We're still assessing the invader's intent." He answered calmly, just before things got truly messy.

The unidentified invader lifted up his hands in a faux act of surrender. Kazuhiko's instincts told him it was a ruse, but his heart hoped that this wouldn't boil over into a conflict. A voice in his head mocked him for his misplaced optimism as Kitai's theatrics unveiled themself almost immediately. Mist poured forth from his body and began to seep through the battlefield. And almost immediately great beasts began to erupt from its tenebrous smoke! "They never just want to talk." He mused in dissatisfaction.

As the strange monstrosities were emerging from the clouds, Kitai and his dairy product fled. And of course, they fled into the worst place possible. The Academy. Perhaps it had been their goal the whole time. Or perhaps their goal was simply to be chased. He had previously tasked Tala with protecting the academy alongside the colossus... But the situation had suddenly changed. And drastically! It was clear that the half-burned man was malicious and capable. If he sent Tala in there with the two recruits they wouldn't likely make it out alive...

"My apologies Selao-san, but the situation has changed. Please assist Colossus-san and Mesh-san in taking down these... things? After that, please help evacuate the Academy! Then, if you can, meet up with us." His left arm gestured to each of the individuals as he mentioned them. Tala, then Benji, then Akira, and finally the roaring monstrosities. "Yonbontai, we're going to apprehend that man before he can cause any more damage. Iroka-chan, please help Oneesan and I get in close! But especially keep your eye on whatever that cheese thing is!" He waved Iroka and Fuuko forward, though in all likelihood Fuuko might have taken off even before the orders were given.

And with the orders given, Kazuhiko dashed after Kitai and his rolling wheel of cheese. Tala had called it the moment he'd arrived. They were in over their heads. But perhaps if they all worked together, they could tread water long enough to diffuse this crisis!

[Benjiro Hiroto]

Benjiro watched as the dust settled, revealing a man with half of his body charred and burned. He claimed to have returned after five thousand years, to enact vengeance upon the Soul Society. Was this yet another enemy that they were left in the dark about? Benjiro's mind wandered as he thought about what Lucien had said, but he quickly shook off the thought. It was too dangerous right now to be distracted. Too much was on the line. Still, the man's unsettling appearance was only softened by the odd wheel of cheese that had accompanied and berated him. "What?"

It was at that point that more Shinigami appeared, to Benjiro's immediate relief, starting with a woman with a foul mouth and a strong presence. She called for the charred man to identify himself, speaking with the authority and presence of a Seated Shinigami. The next to arrive was Tala, who was also Seated himself, and he had even revealed the name of his Zanpakuto, Hasu, activating his Shikai. The double-ended staff a representation of his friend's soul. Benjiro immediately felt the intense, radiating heat from the staff that Tala held, but he still worried if it was enough. "Thank you." It was all he could utter as he focused on the mysterious invader.

Three more Shinigami appeared in quick succession, the first of which was another woman who seemed quite oblivious as she offered to heal the intruder's injuries. It was needlessly dangerous to treat a threat as a joke, but then again, Benjiro respected that amount of care for their opponent. It still didn't feel right, though. Next to arrive was another Seated Officer, a man who resembled the foul-mouthed girl from earlier. He introduced himself as Kazuhiko and took charge of the situation as the highest ranking officer, saying that Tala and Benjiro should rush over to try and protect the Academy students. "Yes sir!" Benjiro nodded, trusting in his senior's judgement.

It was at that point that Akira had arrived, seemingly frazzled and trying to speak with bravado. In fact, most of the other Shinigami today spoke with confidence, but Benjiro wasn't sure as to why. Could they not sense the difference in power? Or was the difference in power negligible to the duty they had as Shinigami? Either way, Benjiro knew what he needed to do. He pushed off of the ground, running on the balls of his feet as he began to make his way towards the Academy.

Unfortunately, he was suddenly stopped in his tracks. The Charred Man suddenly surrendered, claiming that he had been running for days a bit melodramatically before a dark mist spilled from his chest. The mist pooled at his feet like an endless abyss as the man proclaimed that he was found, just as two large arms erupted from the mist. Slowly, two monstrous creatures pulled themselves out of the mist, disfigured and grotesque in every sense of the word. Benjiro felt sick to his stomach, but he was cautious.

It was at that point that Kazuhiko changed the plan, calling for Benjiro, who was affectionately called Colossus, Tala, and Akira, called Mesh, to deal with the monsters before helping to evacuate the Academy. Kazuhiko and the other two members of the Yonbontai were to bring the fight to the Charred Man himself. "Understood, sir. May the Buddha guide your path." With that last bit of prayer for their safety, Benjiro focused his attention on the monsters before him. He couldn't help but compare them to Yokai, but even the Yokai of myth seemed more coherent than these monstrosities.

Benjiro drew his Zanpakuto, hoping to hear it speak to him, but the manifestation of his soul had remained eerily silent. However, he felt comfort in the prayer beads that wrapped around his wrist and followed down the hilt of his blade. He hoped that was enough. He thought about fighting them head on, but he did not trust in his Zanjutsu ability. He was far too weak to deal with monsters of this caliber. He needed to try and stop them in their tracks, and so he turned to his signature ability.

He raised both of his hands and pointed at each of the monsters, focusing his mind as he felt his reiatsu spiral and twist within his body, raging like a typhoon. "Bakudo number Nine, Horin! Bakudo number Nine, Horin!" With enough practice, he had been able to abandon the Incantation for this Bakudo, utilizing his Eishohaki to its fullest. As he did, the raging waters of his spirit had shot out of his fingers in the form of condensed reiatsu, aiming to wrap around and constrict around the monsters, snapping into place similar to the roots of a great tree.

Whether or not he was successful, he would continue to push this momentum, turning towards Tala and Akira. Thankfully, he had known the two of them enough to know some of their abilities. "I'll try to keep them restrained, I leave it to you two to take them down!" He proclaimed as he focused on keeping his reiatsu intact. He knew that Akira was skilled in Hado, preferring electricity over the defensive and restrictive techniques Benjiro utilized. As for Tala, the martial nature of his release seemed to indicate he was a much better fighter than the both of them.

Benjiro just hoped that it was enough.

Reiatsu: 650 - 25 - 25 = 600/650

Horin is cast at 150 RS each.

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{Stats and Skills}
Strength: 55 (68)
Speed: 50 (35)
RS: 100 (150)
SPPR: 65
Instinct: 50
Senses: 50 (37)
ES: 50
HE: 0
LA: 75
DA: 25

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Learning - 1
Calm Mind - 1
Strength of Will - 1
Weapons: Swords - 1
Pain Tolerance - 1
Bleeding Tolerance - 1
Damage Recovery - 1
Mental Incantation - 1

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Technique Name: Horin (Proficient)
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.

[Kaminari Cinco]

"Shit shit fuck fucckkkk~" Kami cried out as shit hitting the fan was definitely an understatement at the time. No time like some war'n'shit to be goin' on when scouring the bath houses for undergarments. What a way to ruin a good time lookin' at the preferences of what people like these days, and to tell the truth she is a bit shocked on some of the tastes. That being said, some prefer nothin' at all fwue. She ain't judging considering what she did like from both sexes she ended up taking. Need to get that tension out of 'em somehow. So, with cloths of fabric flying away from roof top to roof from beneath her uniform all that the Shinigami could view was nothing but dust and rubble. "What the fuck is goin' on here?" Another voice called out being like Under attack we are under attack Kami's face dropped some, "Well no shit Sherlock. That was rhetorical you bloomin' asshat!" she yelled back at whomever it did come from. Geez.

Tying the hair noose at the rear of her scalp, what Kami found out was that some group of Hollows and what not were initiating an attack on the Seireitei. "'Bout fuckin' time. Get some action goin' on 'n then some." Lots of information was pouring in from all directions with many of the mooks, along with herself, were rushing the front to keep the numbers from entering limited. Those were the instructions that she was given, though, something else was on her mind. "The Orphanage... The Kids..." Kaminari wanted to look after the kids who were in Rukon. With all the mess going on now there was going to be a bloodbath in the ghettos if she didn't hurry up. The metal of her Zanpakuto rustled a bit in its coiled cloth, leaving the tip of the blade partially exposed to tap her backside. She had to hurry. Easier said than done.

The air felt stiff and heavy. What felt like her feet digging into the roof tiles made the Shinigami feel as though she was nearly out of breath. Like come on, she wasn't fat..... at least where it counted, but this was ridiculous. It pinged at her senses clearly, despite being on the low end in those categories, but being this strong was clear as day. And the direction of it was comin'... Kami's eyes widened to get that clear visual that she needed, and not saying it was that hard to miss when being hit with that much reiatsu release. A black smog, or smoke, or whatever bleed from a distance being that in the same direction that the immense reiatsu originated from, meaning that was where the fight was going to be at its most brutal. And, being the strongest within the area only meant...... "...can end this quickly if we snuff it out."

Smoke and fire were all that Kami could pick up en route to the source. Pissing bodies on themselves with shaking booties meant that some of the Seireitei's numbers were going to fall rapidly before the fighting ever got to their location. Didn't take two steps from her place before she could see that much happenin', and honestly, she couldn't blame 'em. Kami was feeling that tension quivering up and down her spine too. She was... scared. But she had to shake it off. She had to that in order to get to where that source was coming from. From what she knew, some of the kids at the Orphanage that she often visited in Rukon had some transfers to the Gotei 13 Academy; being strong spiritually than most others. Two or three kids that were suppose to be starting the academy within the few days, hoping to surprise them with a visit. Kami didn't honestly believe that this was going to be how she was going to visit them.

"_{...fuck...fuck.}.....FUUCCCKKK!" The Shinigami pushed her legs harder; to run faster. Every step that the Shinigami took only made her stomach tense all the more. The very thought of what could happen there made her legs tremble, and her heart beat faster. She was growing frustrated all the more she lingered on those gruesome images she painted for herself. Blurred figures ran into the direction of the academy with two at the front and another tw- three giving chase. "Was that a fuckin' chees-..Ack.. A glance back at the mist, erupting to life with two new individuals that made them look like that warped in from a looney toons hole, or from the grave. FUCK. Two mountain sized.. monsters emerged to tangle the Shinigami up, to stall her advancement on her way towards the Academy. That was the assumption if not for the three Shinigami that were already on scene.

Three Shinigami against two monsters of the abyss and lunacy, what a thrill and annoyance this was going to be. Three Shinigami already tessling with the two towering shadows, one with surrounded by some waves or mirage or sorts. Another Shinigami that was peering between the other two, leaving the third chanting out one of the many spells that the Shinigami practiced time to time. Three of them and keeping their distance while who ever was the one causing this was getting away. "Shit." Kami didn't have time to hesitate and joined the charred Benjiro on the initial strike, leaping in from over head with her greatsword drawn. White cloth danced around and away from the doubled-edge Zanpakutou, looking to cleave down at the demon looking Orge. "FUCK YOU~"

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{Kaminari}

Kenpachi; Rank 1

Kenpachi Stat Increase [50]

Strength : 100+[50] = 150*75% = 262.5

Speed : 50+[50] = 100*75% = 175

Spiritual Pressure : 50 + 90 = 140

Reiatsu Strength : 50+[50] = 100*50% = 150

Light Aura : 50

Dark Aura : 50

Instinct : 50

Senses : 50

Energy Sensory : 0

Wound Expertise : 0

Total : 350 + 90 = 440


Skillz

1. Battle Analysis 1

2. Pain Tolerance 1

3. Battle Recovery 1

4. Kick Boxing 1

5. Intimidation 1

6. Battle Focus 1

SKP: 6/15

[Kitai Yoru]

Did it count as an eleventh hour arrival if it was two minutes into the battle? Yet another shinigami arrived on the battlefield, sharing little pleasantries with the others, save for scattered curses, and a bellowing war cry as she rushed down the ogre. Said ogre, in spite of its looks, was not a complete idiot. It had basic survival skills, and knew that the blade she was wielding was sharp and bad for its health. The green goliath swung its club-arm around, twisting its body for an upwards swing that would hit the new reaper like a golf ball.

Unfortunately for the malformed monster, it was one against many. Tendrils of orange light struck out at the beast, grasping at its misshapen limbs, attempting to coil around and restrain the menace. "Krug dug!" He cried out, seeming to be the only thing it could say, as the Kido restricted its movements. Thanks to this, the woman managed to strike true, her sword catching the area between its shoulder and its neck. Unfortunately, this wasn't some hollow that would die to a single strike.

One by one the bindings failed, shattering into nodes of light as the beast let out of guttural roar of effort, swiping at the woman, swatting her away with his freed hand. It wasn't as powerful as it could have been, but it would probably sting all the same. The kido broke down quickly after that, the sound of creaking bones rattling around reverberating in the air. While the beast was not dead, a long gash was now carved into its hide. Rotten blue blood spurted out of the wound, along with shards of bone, clattering to the cobblestone street.

The beast whimpered, clutching the cut with its only working hand, as it waved its club with the other. It swung down at the one who wounded it with its full strength, though its aim was off. If the woman remained still, Krug dug would hit the ground beside her with a meaty 'thwack', instead of something wooden. It would cry out in anger, yelling out its name again, as it raised its club again, swinging down where it thought she was several more times.

[Satoshi Fuuko]

"I ain't got a mom, dick." Fuuko muttered under her breath. This guy was already starting to piss her off but, at least... it was over? When Kitai gave his surrender, Fuuko blinked. Well, then. I guess not everything needed to be so complicated. She was ready to sheathe her zanpakutou and call it a day, even though it was really  weird that the cheese was still talking to him and dunking on him? Other people began showing up. Kazu and Iroka among them. "Oi, sis! Nice one!" She said, flashing a smile back to Iroka. 

Before she could arrest the marshmallow man, the other shoe dropped. There was fog, some creepy orc thing, an actual  marshmallow man. All of it half burnt just like Kitai. Then, in an instant, Kitai was off. More people had shown up in the interem. They could handle the ... marshmallow... and Orc thingy. Fuuko certainly didn't need Kazuhiko to tell her to go after Kitai. 

"Oi! Bastard!" Fuuko ran after Kitai and the cheese. "You're with that damn bum, aren't ya!? Are you part of his Bum association!? You better fuckin not be!" She barked at Kitai the whole time she chased after him. It seemed like she was quite a bit faster than him, but she wasn't going to just give chase.

She carried her katana in one hand like it was a ski, but as she hustled after Kitai, she dropped her arm and let it barely keep the blade from touching the ground. While she chased, she started to infuse her blade with Reiatsu and, as she approached, Fuuko whipped her zanpakutou in front of her parallel to the ground. As she did, she called out, "Sakugen!"

As Fuuko gave the command, she planted her foot. A wave of reiatsu shot out from Fuuko's blade. It was gold in hue and streaked at Kitai and the cheese man in an arc the size of Fuuko's katana. The golden wave shot at Kitai and Cheese at 600 strength. While Fuuko fired off her Sakugen, she poured some reiatsu into the bottom of her planted foot and sprung off after it, shunpoing to try and get on the other side of Kitai and cheese to block their paths.

"Damn bums!" Fuuko barked at Kitai.

Reiatsu: 4925/5000 - Blood Bank: 000 - Unreleased Katana

(Used Sakugen - 25) (Used Shunpo - 50)

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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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{Sakugen (Cut) (Master)}

Technique Name: Sakugen (Cut)
Technique Class: 7 - 10 TTP
Technique Type: General Shinigami.
Usable By: Shinigami, Vizard, Rogues.
Technique Element: N/A
Technique Cost: 25 Reiatsu.

Description: The user pours Reiatsu into their body, and their sword, and releases it in a mighty slash attack. A small slash of Reiatsu shoots outwards, and can cut with the same force as the user, if it hits. It also bypasses the cutback effect, as well as comes with the user's weight. It feels like it hits the enemy with the user's body weight, on top of cutting into them or their tools.

How to Use: Charge and slash in an instant.
Incantation: N/A.
Drawbacks: It drains some Reiatsu and some stamina, but also comes with a requirement. One must have a minimum of 200 in strength to be able to use this technique, or it cannot be used.

Made By: Ozuru Ren.
Reserved?: No.

[Munemasa Iroka]

Iroka was still hiding behind the giant when a newcomer arrived. It was none other than Fuuko's brother. The orange-haired Shinigami stared at him for a moment, still having not gotten over his apparent transformation ever since his return from Las Noches. Before he'd been kidnapped, he was shorter than she was. Now, he was taller. That was very unfair. Did she need to get abducted to Hueco Mundo as well begore she would see an improvement to her own height? Maybe there was something in the air of the hollow world.

Unfortunately, there was no time to stare, as the roasted fellow allegedly surrendered, something Iroka was not minded to believe. True, she was considered gullible and stupid by her fellows, but if there was anything Iroka was reasonably good at, it was evaluating character. This fellow was difficult to read, and she couldn't say whether he had any good in him; perhaps he did, but at the present moment, she suspected that his intentions were anything but good. It was this ability of hers to discern intentions that worried her when she had drawn too close. This fellow was probably lying.

While she couldn't say if he was really responsible for the mass of darkness that pooled below him, or for the monstrosities that rose up out of it, there was one thing she took note of. Even though 'Marshmallow-dono' had said he was running away from these... things, they had refused to give chase to him when he fled, instead focusing on the Shinigami present. It was, by her analysis, more as though he was responsible for those monstrosities, and was simply hiding his more evil nature behind that somewhat playful nature. At this point, Iroka was convinced that the fleeing figure was not fleeing in a random direction when he ran for the Academy.

As soon as Kazuhiko called the Yonbantai to rally round him, Iroka (temporarily) forgot her fear of the toasted anomaly running into the Academy, and took off after her superior officer. All the better for her, as well. Ever since the occasion with Flamingo Pervert in Rukongai, Iroka had had a discomfort with stuff that spread across areas, like the Flamingo Pervert's reddish gas, or this black fog. The more distance she put between herself and the mist, the happier she would be. While Iroka was probably one of the slower people here, she could still assist her squad mates as they faced off against Marshmallow-dono.

"Disintegrate, you black dog of Rondanini! Look upon yourself with horror and tear out your own throat! Bakudou #9: Horin!" A bright orange tendril snaked out of her extended finger, aiming to grapple the running creature's legs. She would try to entangle the cheese as well, if she succeeded, but the charred fellow was the more important target. "You shouldn't be going that way, Marshmallow-dono!" Iroka called out, feeling it proper to give warning, even though Fuuko had already launched into attack, which was probably the wiser thing to do. She had no idea that the charred fellow might find being called a marshmallow insulting. After all, the cheese had said he looked like one, right?

"I also want to know how Limburger-dono is talking. It would be great if we could peacefully discuss that without having to fight." Yes, the cheese was officially 'Limburger-dono' now.

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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


SKILLS:
Mental:
Analyzing: 2
Strength of Will: 1

Battle:
Hakuda- Shintenken: 2
Battle Analysis: 2
Kidō Mastery: 2

Body:
Mental Incantation: 1
Cold Tolerance: 1
Damage Recovery: 1

Utility:
Crafting/Forging: 1


Tech used: Bakudou #9: Horin (cast at 132 RS, due to incantation)

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{Bakudou#9: Horin}
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.

Reiatsu Pool: 1805/1830