To Serve and Protect

[Benjiro Hiroto]

Benjiro's heart sank as he listened intently to PPO's words. He had been genuinely moved by the tragic tale of the Arrancar's abduction by his fellow Shinigami. His initial sympathy had stirred a sense of anger towards his fellow Shinigami for their cruel actions. But as PPO's story unfolded, Benjiro's mind began to pick apart the inconsistencies. The Arrancar's words didn't make sense, and doubt started to creep in. He had laid a verbal trap to give the Portable Pipe Organ one final chance to get his story straight, but yet again, more lies fell from its mouth. 

Frustration and hurt washed over Benjiro as he realized that PPO had been lying. The betrayal stung deeply, and he couldn't understand why the Arrancar would fabricate such a story. Despite the tensions between their two races, Benjiro had shown himself to be one who cared deeply and wanted to help more than any other Shinigami would. To think that this Arrancar would abuse his kindness like this... His emotions were in turmoil as he grappled with the realization that PPO had deceived him. It pained him to come to terms with the fact that he had been manipulated.

With a heavy heart, Benjiro made a difficult decision. He couldn't let PPO continue to spew its toxic gas and deceive him further. He cast Horin to restrain the Arrancar, ignoring its screams of pain and insults hurled at him. The orange tendril snapped shut, managing to cease a majority of the toxins, but more toxins still exuded from the few pipes that remained. It only made sense that this Arrancar spewed gas, as its mouth did nothing but gaslight, attempting to shake the Shinigami's resolve by guilting him.

Despite the hurt and anguish he felt, Benjiro didn't falter in his determination. He spurred the reiatsu gathered within his feet and flashed forward, the Shunpo coming as easily as breathing by now. As he arrived at high speeds, he placed a hand on PPO. "Sai." Benjiro stated, invoking another Bakudo to further restrain the Arrancar. This time, the first Bakudo was used to seal PPO's arms behind its back, which further restrained its movements in conjunction with the Horin.

Benjiro looked upon PPO in this position, hands behind its back, body restrained. It reminded him of an execution scene, whether PPO was on its knees or not. The gentle giant's stature gave him a clear view of its neck, enough so that he knew how to end this as painlessly as possible, at least for the Arrancar. His hand shook with emotion as he unsheathed his Zanpakuto, ready to deliver the final blow. It was a painful decision, but Benjiro knew it was the only way to free the trapped souls within the hollow and cleanse it of its sins.

Tears streamed down Benjiro's face as he struck down, aiming to slice through PPO's neck and ending its deceitful existence. The release of the purified souls brought a mix of relief and sadness. He mourned for PPO's loss, but he knew he had done what was necessary. "Namu Amida Butsu. May your souls be freed." As he stood there, emotions raw and heart heavy, Benjiro couldn't help but feel a profound sense of sorrow for the entire situation. It was a painful reminder of the complexities and harsh realities of his role as a Shinigami, and the weight of his duty weighed heavily on his shoulders. 

If the Arrancar did not get purified in a single stroke, then Benjiro would prepare himself for another strike. Whether that strike was the PPO's or his own was yet to be seen. 

Reiatsu: 850/1000
-50 for Shunpo
-25 for Sai

Satoshi Fuuko Munemasa Iroka

[Munemasa Iroka]

Nobody was expecting the punch. It sailed through the air and right into Squidward's face, sending the pseudo-Arrancar corkscrewing dramatically through the air to crash into the far wall. The force of the blow was so great that not only did Squidward crack the wall, but it also got stuck in the indentation it made upon ramming into the wall. Silence reigned for a moment, as everyone's eyes were on the Arrancar stuck in the wall, before turning to the raging Fuuko. Then Iroka mouthed silently, her eyes wide as saucers, "That was so amazing!"

Bugface was not so pleased, though. "What sort of dirty move was that, you blonde ape?!" the ugly creature screamed, moving towards Fuuko. Its progress was rapidly halted by Iroka stepping in front of it. "I believe your opponent is me, Tall, Green and Ugly," she said. Meanwhile, Squidward pushed out of the wall and dropped to the ground, nodding slowly. "I changed my mind. You are more interesting than the boring girl. I will fight you. DDDDIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" So saying, the blade-wielding Arrancar rushed at the blonde Shinigami, swinging both cleavers at her, its intention being to attack her from two different angles at once.

Bugface surged towards Iroka, some part of its body forming a large appendage with which it attempted to smash her therewith. The Shinigami nimbly skipped out of the way, but then danced in again, just before avoiding another attack, and then skipped closer again. The game of cat-and-mouse went on for about half a minute, then Bugface asked, "What are you doing?" Iroka paused her motion, a contemplative expression on her face. "I was trying to determine how fast you were. We technically have about the same speed, it seems,"she replied. "You must be impressed that I can match the speed of a powerful Shinigami, right?" The thoughtful expression on Iroka's face was replaced by one of disdain. "No, it means your speed is shit."


Meanwhile, it seemed that Benjiro had finally seen through PPO's lies, and proceeded to attempt to bring an end to the interaction between himself and the Arrancar. First, he used another bakudou, this one forcing the Arrancar's arms behind it's back, causing the creature to stumble to its knees, as he stood over it and drew his sword, like a headsman about to perform his gory job. PPO looked at the tears running down Benjiro's cheeks, as well as his trembling hand, and scoffed, a derisive smile on its face. "Tch. You're an even more odious liar than I am."

And just as his sword descended, the pseudo-Arrancar suddenly launched itself towards the giant. The manji-like tattoos suddenly vanished as well, but PPO looked shocked, as though it was expecting something to have happened, which did not. In any case, the Arrancar's attempt to avoid the descending blade was not altogether successful, and Benjiro's sword lopped off the creature's left arm, resulting in a pained howl. Still, the Arrancar was not intent on going down without a fight, even as it snapped with rather sharp teeth at the tall Shinigami. If Benjiro did not get out of the way or effectively parry, he was going to get a set of jagged teeth sinking into his thigh. And that would leave a nasty rip.

Whether PPO successfully bit Benjiro or not, it would attempt to put some distance between itself and the Shinigami. "In the end, all you Shinigami are the same, as I said. But why are you trying to 'free my soul'? Why not let me free yours?"

Satoshi Fuuko Benjiro Hiroto

[Satoshi Fuuko]

"Haha! Guess i don't need this." Fuuko chortled as she flipped her pocket knife in the air and caught the back of the blade. She looked at it and shook her head. She could feel Shukketsubuki in her hands and heard it whine in her head.

"Anegooo! You need me! I promise!"

"Heh. I-" She was interrupted by the Squid thing pulling itself free from the wall and screeching at Fuuko. The blonde glanced as Iroka took her spot in front of the rolly ball thing and Fuuko nodded as the cleavers were swung. Fuuko opened her hand, let the pocket knife drop back into position and held it up in time to catch the cleaver and keep it from tearing into her. Fuuko grunted. This thing was strong. It was at least close to Fuuko's strength, which was scary in and of itself. She was glad she  was fighting it and not Iroka anymore. Her hand jostled and quivered as she tried to keep the first cleaver in place. 

The second one was a little tougher, but Fuuko reached out her hand. She clapped her fingers down just as the blade struck and tried to use her own strength to stop the squid's momentum. She grunted and her knees buckled as her whole body quivered. She couldn't keep the cleaver from pushing forward and winced as it sliced into her palm. She pursed her lips as the cleaver continued to slice into her hand, even as she managed to stop the momentum before it could go any further. 

"Ohhh! Yes, I was hoping yours would be the first I tasted, Anego~" 

As Fuuko held the squid in place, the blood that seeped from her palm began to be pulled towards the pocket knife and when it touched, the knife began to glow red. Suddenly the light grew bigger and when it faded, Fuuko was now holding a cleaver of her own. The blade was red along with the handle, but it scraped and sparked against the squid's cleaver. Fuuko glanced at it and grinned. "Oi! Looks like I got one too!" 

While holding onto the other cleaver, Fuuko used her strength to try and push the cleaver away from her own and thenswung it forward, aiming at the Squid arrancar's ugly face! 


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Reiatsu: 4400/5000 - Blood Bank: 015 - [1-50] | Small Blades/Knives - Cleaver (3 Posts)

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{Spoiler}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}
• Blood Scent {2}

Munemasa Iroka

[Benjiro Hiroto]

Benjiro's eyes narrowed as he saw the deceitful Arrancar, PPO, lying and buying time for its smog to poison him even further. He could feel the smog escaping from its pipes, seeping into his lungs and trying to weaken him. His senses had already began to blur, but it kept on speaking and appealing to his sense of mercy. He didn't trust it. He was determined to put an end to it once and for all. With a flash as he stepped forward, closing the gap far quicker than the Arrancar could react, Benjiro cast Sai, restraining the Arrancar. The PPO struggled, thrashing about in its restraints, but it was no match for Benjiro's technique.

With the Arrancar now kneeling before him, Benjiro prepared to purify it properly. He offered a prayer, his hand steady as he raised his Zanpakuto. He hoped for a clean cut, one that would end the PPO's suffering swiftly and painlessly. His hands never wavered, even as his eyes began to water. Despite his mixed feelings towards the Arrancar, he still despised both violence and death. He needed only remind himself that this was a good thing, that the souls trapped within this Arrancar would have been purified.

But as he swung his sword, the Arrancar resisted. It launched itself forward, aiming to strike at Benjiro, but it was far too slow to dodge Benjiro's slice. His Zanpakuto gleamed as it sliced through the Arrancar's arm, green blood leaving its mark across the silvery blade. PPO's maw managed to bite into Benjiro's leg, fighting through the loss of a limb. Similarly, despite the pain in his leg from the Arrancar's bite, Benjiro did not falter. He gritted his teeth and fought through it, determined to end this once and for all. He wrapped his arm around the PPO's head, locking it in place before it could jump back and escape. The Arrancar surely struggled, but Benjiro held on tight. He could feel his strength waning, but he refused to give up.

In that moment, it was as if time stood still. Benjiro felt a sense of purpose that went beyond this moment, a purpose that pushed him forward as his spirit crashed against the Arrancar's. "Sai. Haihin." Two Bakudo, cast in quick succession, meant to further restrain the Arrancar and shut down any attacks it made. Benjiro refused to let up at this point, swinging his Zanpakuto with his free hand. He knew that he couldn't find a way to make a clean cut to purify the Arrancar, but he was able to destroy the smog. He sliced upwards from the base of its back, aiming for the argent gleam of the Zanpakuto to strike true and lop off the pipes.

Finally, in a fluid motion, as he let go of the PPO's head, he simultaneously brought the Zanpakuto down, following the downward path of the blade after the skyward slash. Once more, he tried to behead the PPO, ending the battle once and for all. Some would say that Benjiro's fighting style was ruthless, but the truth was that the gentle giant believed in ending battles before too much suffering was caused. Either way, the truth of his heart was reflected in the stream of tears that fell down his face, endlessly weeping over the pain he caused. 

Reiatsu: 800/1000
-25 for Sai
-25 for Haihin

Satoshi Fuuko Munemasa Iroka

[Munemasa Iroka]

Although Fuuko had managed to block the first cleaver swung by Squidward with her tiny zanpakutou, she had nothing with which to deal with the second weapon, instead catching it with her free hand. Squidward seemed pleased that its attack had hit home, although it could not force the weapon further, the Arrancar's expression changing from one of delight to frustration and rage. Even as Fuuko bled, her blood touched her zanpakutou, which emanated a bright red glow, transforming into a much larger weapon. The cephalopod Arrancar's eyes widened in surprise as it saw the new blade, which was now something similar to its own weapons.

Squidward tried to pull away to perform another attack, but Fuuko had responded first, pushing back with her own weapon, which temporarily threw the Arrancar off balance. Squidward quickly attempted to rectify itself, but Fuuko's own weapon was already singing through the air towards its head. Although Squidward had more weapons than Fuuko, it was at a disadvantage, as one weapon was still restrained by the Shinigami's bleeding hand, and the other had just been pushed out of the way. Still, Squidward could attempt to return the weapon. The Arrancar swung with all the power of its arm, but Fuuko's weapon reached first. "DDDDDIIII--" There was a wet plop as half of Squidward's head landed on the ground, the rest of its head from lower jaw downwards still affixed to its neck. For a moment, the dead Arrancar stood, then toppled to the ground.


Meanwhile, Iroka had seen Squidward attack with its second cleaver, and had been alarmed when Fuuko had blocked with her free hand. "Oni-chan!" she yelled in consternation, momentarily forgetting the opponent which stood before her, as she attempted to make her way over to her closest friend. "Not so fast!" Bugface exclaimed, capitalizing on her distraction and slapping the orange-haired Shinigami with an extended blubbery appendage. The blow sent Iroka flying, though she flipped once and landed on her own feet. Still, Bugface was unwilling to allow its advantage to go to waste.

Leaping into the air, the blubbery Arrancar came down on Iroka. "That takes care of one!" it exclaimed happily, turning to face Fuuko. "Ah yes, now where were we, my lovely--" There was an expression of sudden shock and pain on the creature's face, as the flesh on its stomach began to boil furiously. The Arancar doubled over in pain, just a moment before its head exploded, as a large blue fireball roared outwards from its corpse and exploded the wall at the end of the room. Iroka stood there covered in green gunk, and looking rather miserable. "I need a bath! I need a-- Fuuko-chan! You're bleeding!" Forgetting her discomfort, Iroka charged the blonde Shinigami, grabbing her wounded hand, as a green aura emanated from the carrot-top's hands, and the wounded flesh began slowly knitting itself back together.


In another room, PPO had managed to bite Benjiro's thigh, but if the Arrancar had thought that this would result in the giant being crippled, it was in for a big surprise. Refusing to allow himself to give way due to the bite, the 10th Division Shinigami had instead grabbed PPO's head, just before the Arrancar could leap back and distance itself from the giant. And there and then, PPO realized just how big a mistake it had made. The Arrancar began to struggle and scream and curse, but all to no avail. And this time, Benjiro had held it such that it could not bite him again. Seeing that it was in trouble, the Arrancar began to try to talk its way out of its quandary.

"Wait, wait, wait!" it yelled. "We don't have to kill each other! I really just want to escape and go home; you have to believe me!" But just like the tale of the boy who cried wolf, Benjiro was done listening to the lies, it seemed. As he cast two kidou in quick succession, what mobility the Arrancar had possessed before were reduced even further, and the manji that appeared on PPO's body disappeared almost as soon as it had appeared, indicating that a technique had just been negated. Whatever this technique was would never be known, for with two swings, the battle ended immediately, as PPO's head, and a good deal of its pipes found themselves on the floor. And not a moment too soon, the wall beside Benjiro exploded in a shower of concrete and wisps of blue fire.


It seemed that the rooms in which the Shinigami had been incarcerated lay alongside each other, and the Gotei 13 solders had managed to reunite themselves. Iroka looked up from where she was healing Fuuko's hand, to see the giant in the distance, his face streaked with tears. "What's the matter, Benji-kun?" she asked, her expression worried. "Are you alright? Did something happen to you?" But before there could be any further interactions, the public address systems in the room suddenly turned on with a loud and harsh whine. It was quickly soon discovered that the whine was actually someone swearing in high-pitched tones, and in extremely colorful language. Someone wasn't pleased.

"Tha fu--?! #$%^*&^%$!!! Like, what the heck, man?!" It was that same raspy, annoying voice they had originally heard when they had entered the plant at first, though the owner of the voice seemed really agitated now. "What sort of *&^%$%^^ devious ne'er-do-wells fight in such a horrible manner? I mean what the &^%$#$%^&^%$ did I just watch?!! *&^%$%^&*&^%!!! You could have at least tried to kill those rejects somehow else, maybe a stab to the throat, or a bifurcation, but noooo! You had to go for their heads! All of you! Did you rehearse that shit?!! What sort of bloodthirsty %$#$%%$ did I get in my lab?!!" There was a pause, and some swearing under the breath, then all went silent.

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{Stuff}
Tech Used:
Technique Name: Hado #33: Sōkatsui (Blue Fire Crash Down)
Class: 5
Technique Type: Kido
Technique Element: Fire
Technique Description and Effects: This technique is a more powerful version of Hado #31, releasing a fireball of blue flames that’s about half as large as an average person in size. The impact of this fireball leaves first-degree burns upon impact, and has more impact force than Hado #31.
How to use technique: Speak the spell and point hand towards the target.
Incantation and Effect: “Ye lord! Mask of flesh and bone, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Truth and temperance, upon this sinless wall of dreams unleash but slightly the wrath of your claws!” With the incantation, this spell gets a 20% increase in Reiatsu Strength (i.e. if Reiatsu Strength is 100, this is treated as 120 with incantation).

Reiatsu: 1730/1830

Satoshi Fuuko Benjiro Hiroto One round of posts, and then boss battle commences!

[Satoshi Fuuko]

As the cleaver entered the squid faced arrancar, it began to glow red again. a large, read beam of light engulfed Fuuko's hand as the blade cut through the monster. As she swung, it *tinked* against the ground, severing into the concrete as half the beasts head was lopped off. "Heh. Mine was better." Fuuko said with a grin.

Before she had time to see what her own zanpakutou was doing, she turned when Iroka called out, just in time to see Iroka get smacked and devoured. "Tch! Why you!" Fuuko was ready to figure out a way to beat the blubbery arrancar when, suddenly, a horrid look, bubbling skin and a bright flash of blue ended the blob. Fuuko winced at the sight. She was glad Iroka was on her side, that was fore sure. Even if she came and immediately started doting over the injury, using her powers to heal up the rather superficial wound.

N-Nooooo! Tell her to stop that! Shukketsubuki barked inside of Fuuko's head.

"Ahhh... Iroka-chan, it's nothing!" Fuuko said, a little embarrassed by the attention. "Apparently my zanpakutou wanted me to keep it, but isn't that weird?" Fuuko asked.

'Noooo! Anego! I'm not weird! Waaaahhh!' Shukketsubuki cried.

That was when she realized the light had disappeared from her zanpakutou. Now, instead of a meat cleaver, Fuuko had a full blown Claymore in her hand. The thing was taller than her as it stuck out past her and stuck in the ground.  It was long with a Vee shaped guard, but all of it was red. The blade, the handle, the pommel, everything. Fuuko's eyes widened in wonder. "Woah...." She breathed. "Fuckin cool..." She muttered in awe as she pulled it out from the ground and pulled it up to inspect it. As heavy and large as it looked, it felt as light as the pocket knife in her hands. 

'See! See Anego! I'm cool! I'm awesome!'

"Heh... don't get too excited."

Fuuko turned when the wall exploded and she ran over and kicked enough out of the way to get the three of them together. "Oi, Pervert?! Are you ok!?" She asked and saw the tears. "Geeze..." Fuuko pursed her lips. "What, did he twist yer nipples!? Why're ya cryin!?" It was uncomfortable for Fuuko to see such a large man tearing up. She didn't know that Benjiro was sensitive. "Did ya get kicked in the junk!? Heh!"

The crackle of a new voice got Fuuko's attention. She grinned. "We're Shinigami, Asshole, we always go for the head! Now, where the fuck is Kajou! I wanna leave. This place sucks! So, get out here so we can kick yer ass, we can grab Kajou and fuck off back to the Soul Society!"


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Reiatsu: 4400/5000 - Blood Bank: 530 - [501+] | Greatswords/Polearms | - Claymore (4 Posts)

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{Spoiler}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}
• Blood Scent {2}

Munemasa Iroka

[Benjiro Hiroto]

Benjiro's mind was focused, his eyes locked on the Arrancar in front of him. He knew that it was deceitful, that it had been trying to poison him with the smog from its pipes. But now, it was time to put an end to its treachery. With a determined look on his face, he raised his hand, ready to cast the Kido that would disrupt the PPO's technique, whatever it may be. Even as the Arrancar bit down on him, he remained unshaken, speaking the name of two Bakudo back to back, restraining and disrupting the Arrancar before it could even attempt to break free.

As he wrapped his arm around the Arrancar's neck, he felt the rush of fear coming from the Arrancar's soul. It rushed at him like electricity, trying to break through the waves of resolve within his soul. But Benjiro's soul remained firm. He had a job to do, and he was going to do it. Showing fear to the gentle Shinigami was not going to work, as death was the only mercy he could afford the Arrancar. He could see the desperation in its eyes, but he paid it no mind. He had seen enough of its deceitful ways. After all, a Shinigami's blade did not end lives, it only returned the souls to Samsara.

Suddenly, the PPO tried desperately to plead for its life. It said that he needed to trust him, but broken trust was not so easily repaired. Benjiro knew better than to fall for its lies. He raised his Zanpakuto, ready to make the final strike, the pipes that spewed smog falling to the ground. In a single slice downward, the head of the PPO fell to the ground, green blood oozing out of its neck and staining Benjiro's Zanpakuto. He felt his soul tremble from the blood marring his blade, followed by an immense headache. He felt the prayer beads around his wrist tighten, as if his blade was in distress.

With another slice to the air, the green blood flew off of his Zanpakuto as he carefully sheathed the manifestation of his very soul. It seemed as if his blade shared his feelings on death and killing. Tears slid down his face, but Benjiro knew he did nothing wrong. He had done what was necessary, and he had done it with honor. He had caused the least amount of suffering for the Arrancar and freed the multitude of souls that were held within it, and that was all that mattered. PPO had wanted to go home, Benjiro had granted that wish. The souls that constituted him had returned to where they were meant to be. May the Buddha guide their souls now.

It was then that the walls came shattering down, wisps of blue fire breaking through the barrier between the three Shinigami. Satoshi-san and Munemasa-san saw him first, commenting on why he was crying. Munemasa-san seemed concerned, asking if anything happened, while Satoshi-san asked if the Arrancar twisted his nipples or kicked him in the balls. With a deep breath, Benjiro forced himself to steady his shaking hands before bringing them up to his face and wiping away the tears. "I'm fine, thank you. I just have trouble killing sometimes."

He could feel the adrenaline wearing off, leaving him a little exhausted and drained. Still, he could not stop now. Their original mission still needed to be completed. The Shinigami of the 12th Division was still missing, not to mention the mysterious voice in the power plant. They had been the one to trap them there, forcing them to battle their captured Arrancar. Speaking of the voice, it returned, booming with obscenities as it described how they had killed the Arrancar, each of them apparently going for the head. 

Satoshi-san was the first to react to this, saying that all Shinigami go for the head. Benjiro nodded. "It is quite difficult to continue fighting once their head hits the floor." With the stoic tone that Benjiro had utilized, especially as he was covered in green blood, this honest reflection he had muttered under his breath suddenly seemed like a threat. He placed his hand on the hilt of his Zanpakuto, ready to draw if needed. However, as soon as he did, he felt a sting of pain jolt up his arm, as if his Zanpakuto was refusing to be drawn...

Reiatsu: 800/1000

Munemasa Iroka Satoshi Fuuko

[Munemasa Iroka]

Iroka raised an eyebrow when Fuuko said that her zanpakutou spirit wanted her to keep the wound, but she stopped healing her friend's hand. "While I find such a request odd, I guess that request may have merit. Your zanpakutou seems to be able to manipulate blood somehow, judging by what I saw it do. But you have to be careful, Fuuko-chan. You're not an infinite blood bank. If you bleed out..." her expression became resolute. "No! I won't let that happen. Wait, did I mention that your Shikai is so cool? I haven't even figured mine out. I'm always lagging behind...."

It was glad to see that Benjiro was fine, although the reason for his tears had been because he had had to kill someone. Iroka gestured to the giant to come over to where she and Fuuko stood. If he obliged her and came over, she would gently place a reassuring hand on his arm. Due to how short she was, and how tall he was, it would be his lower arm she would be able to reach conveniently. The orange-haired girl smiled up consolingly at the Jubantai officer. "I understand," she said simply and honestly. She didn't bother to elaborate, but the forthright way she said would communicate to Benjiro that not only was she being truthful, but she even actually had an idea of how he felt.

With the responses of her partners to the expletive-slinging voice, Iroka felt a little more confident. She'd have just kept quiet, because she wouldn't be sure of how to respond to the frustrated obscenities, but Fuuko's riposte and challenge were, in Iroka's opinion, like flicking dust off one's shoulder in response. And Benjiro's logical statement on the efficacy of decapitations as conclusions to mortal combat made his unflappable tone sound impressive. "So cool..." the carrot-top whispered. Then she took note of Benjiro dripping with green blood, Fuuko's bloody hand, and her own self covered in Bugface's gunk, and made a face. "Eww, we all need to take a bath." The faint sound of something unlocking reached their ears, putting Iroka on guard.

Iroka looked around the room, glad that the three Shinigami were together. If an ambush was sprung, together it would be easier to respond to it. If the Shinigami were spread far apart, getting to the aid of another would prove difficult, if they found themselves in a pinch. And since they didn't know what to expect, it was best to keep together. "I think we should stay near one another, at least until we figure out what's going to happen next," Iroka said, moving so that she would be standing behind, and backing Benjiro. "If I back Benji-kun, we'll be able to cover 360 degrees with our vision. Oni-chan, you can face any direction you please. You're faster than the both of us, so you'll be fine either way."

There was a dull rumble, and one of the walls which had not been damaged by the fights slid down, to reveal a long corridor beyond, and an abnormally lean fellow in a weird cloth gasmask that moved when he breathed or spoke. He was almost as tall as Benjiro. "Unfortunately for all of you, this is where you'll be popping your clogs. Hahahahahaha!" It was the raspy voice from the public address systems. Whatever his threat was, Iroka did not seem bothered by it. "I'm not wearing clogs, Naporitan-dono," she said, after inspecting her footwear. The tall, stringy fellow was silent for a moment.

"Napo--what?!" he finally said, the tone of his voice evidently being confused, though the confusion soon turned into anger as he spoke. "What does Naporitan have to do with me-- wait, what the technicolored %$#@#$%$#?!! Are you actually saying I'm as thin as a spaghetti noodle?!" Iroka looked clueless. "You aren't?" she asked innocently. Naporitan responded by tearing his left arm out of its socket, and holding it high. "Flap, Aquila Poderosa!" A proliferation of feathers burst out of the Arrancar's form, as his shape transformed into his Resurreccion state.

Standing before the three Shinigami was a rather muscular humanoid, covered with feathers, with two large wings growing out of his back. His feet ended in sharp, dangerous-looking talons that clacked on the floor as he walked. Where the unreleased form had been a scrawny, gangly beanpole, this one was truly deserving of respect, at least as far as his physical features were concerned, except for just one thing. Only one thing, and yet it was enough. And that was his head. It was that of a potoo.

There was silence for a moment, and then Iroka screamed, a loud, piercing, high-pitched scream... of laughter, as she doubled over, a hand on her stomach while she laughed her heart out. With a quick stride, the avian Arrancar stepped up and smacked the Shinigami across the face with a backhand, sending her spiraling into the wall. "You are so dead!" he screamed. "You are all so dead!!" And from where Iroka had crashed into the wall, there was still the sound of laugher. "Hahahaha-- ow. I'm sorry, so sorry, haha," the Yonbantai Shinigami giggled, as she struggled to get to her feet. "But your face--" And she was guffawing again.

The muscular Arrancar headed towards her in silent rage. The time for words was over. Someone needed to die.

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{'s Stats}
Strength: 700
Speed: 400
Spiritual Pressure: 400
Reiatsu Strength: 100
Instinct: 50
Senses: 50
Energy sensory: 0
Healing Expertise: 0

Satoshi Fuuko Benjiro Hiroto

[Satoshi Fuuko]

"Nn, yeah... I guess so." Fuuko said and looked at her hand, then at the colossal sword she held in her hand. She grinned proudly. "Oh, don't worry. It doesn't just slurp up my blood." Fuuko added with a soft chuckle of delight. "See." Fuuko said and gave Iroka a little punch in the arm. "You won't let that happen." Fuuko mused as if Iroka had just given Fuuko permission to be as reckless as possible. "Yeah... it is kinda cool. Don't worry, sis. It's not a race. I'm sure yours is just as awesome as you are!" Fuuko said, puffing out her chest proudly as she finally turned to the sobbing Benjiro. 

Fuuko watched Iroka comfort and coddle Benjiro and frowned. Of course iroka was sympathetic to Benjiro. Fuuko waited patiently until Iroka said her peace and then waled up to Benjiro. She grabbed the collar of his shihakushou with her free hand and pulled him close, hunching him over so they were nearly nose to nose. "Listen, boy." She said sharply. "I ain't gonna judge yer philosophy, but remember... yer wearin a uniform. Yer a soldier and have a job  ta do. If yer heart ain't in it, ya really need ta have a heavy think about things when ya get back, but... if yer hesitation gets Iroka-chan hurt while we're out here, we're gonna have more than words, got it?" Fuuko let go and patted Bejiro's chest. Her golden eyes flickered and then she closed them. "We all would prefer if we didn't have ta do this, but it's the way of things." 

Fuuko pursed her lips and set her jaw. She turned around, letting the huge claymore drag behind her as she carried it in one hand. She looked up at Iroka, just as the wall slid away and revealed the masked fellow. Fuuko's eye twitched and she barked at the man. "What the fuck that that mean, asshole!?" She barked. Iroka seemed to have that in hand, though, and the two conversed. Fuuko just glanced back at Benjiro as Iroka engaged. Fuuko wasn't sure if it was going well or bad as the fellow used his resurrecion. Fuuko pulled put her sword to block as much of the feathers as she could but whent he dust cleared, they were left with nothing but an ugly bird man. 

Where Fuuko was ready to pounce in the silence and tensed up in anticipation, the shriek startled her. She had thought the bird thing had attacked, but then she saw Iroka keeled over in laughter. Fuuko raised an eyebrow. "Oi! Sis!" Now wasn't really the time for-Fuuko blinked. In an instant Iroka was thrown into the wall. Fuuko's eyes widened. Even though Iroka seemed fine enough to still laugh, Fuuko had seen the speed and strength of the creature. He was nothing to laugh at. 

When the birdman charged, Fuuko bent her knees and used flash step to try and clear the distance. She had her sword pulled back and whipped the blade at the birdman. Maybe she could intercept and bisect him all in one move? SHe hoped, but there was something that told her he wasn't like the others they had just beaten fairly easily. 

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Reiatsu: 4375/5000 - Blood Bank: 530 - [501+] | Greatswords/Polearms | - Claymore (5 Posts)

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{Spoiler}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}
• Blood Scent {2}

Munemasa Iroka

[Benjiro Hiroto]

As Benjiro reunited with Satoshi-san and Munemasa-san, he couldn't help but feel a mess of emotions. The tears on his face from killing PPO were still fresh, and the weight of his actions weighed heavily on him. Munemasa-san immediately noticed his distress and offered him comfort and understanding. But in this moment, he didn't know how to react to her kindness. He didn't feel like he deserved it, even though he knew it was not his fault. He was a Shinigami, and his actions were moral and forthright. He had ended the life of one who took dozens if not hundreds of lives, and by purifying it, those souls would be reborn once more. 

So... why did it weigh so heavily on his heart? Why did his blade reject him in this moment?

He tried his best to be polite. He thanked Munemasa-san and gave a glimpse into his feelings, the issue he had with killing. His senior officer only nodded with sympathy, offering her understanding, but did she understand? Benjiro's mind told him that she did, that she herself had most likely felt the pain of taking a life. Still, his heart screamed in agony, as if the depth of his suffering was unlike that of any that came before him. Perhaps it did, or perhaps that was just how it felt, as fresh as the kills were. 

Satoshi-san, on the other hand, offered him no kindness. She grabbed his collar and pulled the gentle giant down until they were eye to eye, her scolding tone piercing through the air. She told him that he needed to be stronger than that, especially while wearing the uniform of the Shinigami. If killing like this was too much for him, then he needed to reevaluate his choices. But, if his hesitation resulted in Munemasa-san getting injured, then she would punish him herself. For the first time since they met, anger flared up inside Benjiro.

"My blade is stained with blood. If I was the type to hesitate, it would be my head rolling. Trust me, I know." He stood his ground, his once warm eyes now biting cold like that of a wolf. His aura sent out waves of oppressive isolation, similar to what he had felt from the Okami Butsu. Was this how he felt? Was this why he felt so alone? The giant simply stood to his full height as Satoshi-san pushed away from him, not bothering to play nice in this moment. He would no longer mince his words unnecessarily. 

Despite the anger he felt, Benjiro understood that Satoshi-san was only trying to help him. The way that she justified these actions, that this was simply the way things were, meant she understood him. She had faced similar situations before and knew what it was like to have to make tough decisions in battle. He couldn't fault her for trying to teach him how to handle those situations better. But even with that understanding, he still couldn't shake the weight of his emotions in this moment.

The conflicting emotions of his duty and his goal weighed heavily on Benjiro. He wanted to protect and serve, but at what cost? The reality of violence clashed with his ideals of peace, and he wasn't sure how to reconcile the two. Was it truly just to kill one for the protection and salvation of many? Logically, it made sense, but reality expanded far beyond the bounds of logic. The tension between his duty as a Shinigami and his goal of protecting all life was overwhelming, leaving him feeling lost and conflicted.

But those feelings would have been left on the back burner for the meanwhile, as another threat revealed itself. This was the voice that had taunted them multiple times earlier upon their entry, the very same voice that separated them in the first place. More cussing occurred, which caused the three to bury their hearts once more to enter battle with the most powerful of the Arrancar they had faced until now. With a few words exchanged, Munemasa-san was the first to react, as she doubled over laughing at the comical appearance of the avian Arrancar.

This Arrancar was offended and had gone on the offensive to make up for this, striking Munemasa-san with haste and launching her into a wall. Benjiro's body immediately reacted, gripping his Zanpakuto with his dominant hand. The immediate jolt of pain shocked him out of his action, his Zanpakuto refusing to fight in this moment. "Dammit! Why now!? Munemasa-san is in danger!" Despite his internal anger, Munemasa-san was actually fine, as she only continued to laugh at the Arrancar's appearance. Satoshi-san had a similar reaction to Benjiro though, as she flashed forward in an attempt to slice the Arrancar in half. 

Benjiro capitalized on this opportunity, bringing his hands up into a triangle as dull golden energy began to form. No longer was this the free flowing energy of the gentle waters that pulled from within, the energy of this one was torrential, conflicted and oppressive. The energy crashed upon each other as erratic golden beams of energy formed from his own internal inconsistency. "Carriage of Thunder. Bridge of a Spinning Wheel," He began to incant, the beads of energy growing in size and power as he carefully aimed, aiming through the feel of both Satoshi-san and the Arrancar's energy more than his own physical senses. 

"With light, divide this into three! Bakudo number 30, Shitotsu Sansen!" He exclaimed as the gathered energy shot forth like a jagged stream of gold before condensing and snapping into place. If one of the three rods of energy collided with the Arrancar, it would send him flying towards the nearest wall and pinning him there, with the other two homing in to fully restrict and bind the Arrancar. Hopefully that would be enough of a contribution for the Shinigami in this moment, as Satoshi-san was a much better fighter than he was. Benjiro kept his focus on the Arrancar that moved far faster than he did as he made his way over towards Munemasa-san in case she needed any aid. 

Reiatsu: 750/1000
-50 for Shitotsu Sansen

Munemasa Iroka Satoshi Fuuko

[Munemasa Iroka]

The avian Arrancar closing in fast to land a second blow on Iroka, when her colleagues sprang into action. Fuuko came in first, swinging her impressive sword at the Arrancar, who had been so focused on trying to kill the laughing girl that he had little time to respond to the blonde Shinigami. But it was obvious, from his reaction speed, that he was no stranger to combat, as his left arm whipped up to attempt to parry Fuuko's strike. If she had hoped her attack would bifurcate him, she would be a bit disappointed. Shukketsubuki cut deep into the bird-Arrancar's arm, but did not go through it, effectively being halted.

In response, the potoo-headed Arrancar aimed a hefty blow with his uninjured hand at her, aiming for somewhere around her chest, though with the size of his hands, if the blow hit, her head would be bludgeoned as well. Before he could attempt any follow-up attacks, though, a flash of gold out of the corner of his eye distracted him. As he turned, he was struck by three rays of solid energy, although the Arrancar was strong enough to resist being flung against the wall. Using physical strength alone, he shattered the Bakudou construct, and turned on Benjiro. "Step up and fight like a man!" he squawked, flapping a wing at the giant, and at the same time releasing a number of glowing feathers at the unseated Shinigami.

If he had been left to his own devices, a rather sizable hail of about a dozen feathers would have been sent in Benjiro's direction, with each projectile exploding if it struck. However, his aim was thrown off considerably, so that only about four feathers or so were directly aimed at Benjiro. Because just at the moment he flapped, Iroka emerged and sliced the back of his right knee with her zanpakutou, causing him to stumble and thus lose balance. He swung his nearest wing into the orange-haired girl, sending her into the wall again. This time, it was obvious that Iroka took considerable damage from that blow, as she fell to her knees, wheezing heavily.

"Man, I really hate carrot-tops," the Arrancar muttered. Even though Iroka seemed to have given him a shallow cut, she had targeted the tendons behind his knee, making it difficult for him to move, thanks to her superior knowledge of anatomy. "I don't-- I don't really like you either," Iroka wheezed, fighting as she slowly rose to her feet. "I don't like dimwits. So unattractive." The Arrancar's feathers ruffled, his pride obviously hurt. "Who you calling dimwit, you Shinigami bimbo? Can you guess who laid this elaborate trap you find yourselves floundering in? An idiot could not have set up all this! I'm the smartest person in the room!"

Iroka struggled to her feet and grimaced. Broken ribs, it seemed. "Well, if you're so smart, do you know what's Boolean algebra?" Someone would think Iroka was just being her odd self, but despite her penchant for taking things literally, and her apparent scatterbrained persona, in battle, she became much more efficient, like some switch was flipped in her head. In battle, she was capable of making intelligent plans and being quite deceptive, which was so easy to do, thanks to people's opinions of her before the fight. Hopefully, her partners would realize she was stalling for time, just to give them enough time to bust out something really painful. And the Arrancar, with his conflated opinion of himself, was caught up in trying to prove himself to the carrot-top. There was also the fact that he was really underestimating the three Shinigami before him.

In any case, it would be rare for anyone who wasn't a human to know what Boolean algebra was. Iroka herself did not know; she'd just seen it somewhere in a textbook she had smuggled from the human world. As she expected, the potoo-headed brickhouse did not know. "Eh? It's uh-- some mathematical formulae about oxen, isn't it? The one cattle ranchers use to do stuff." Yeah, he had no idea what it was. "Fool!" Iroka chided. "That is so not it!" The Arrancar huffed. "Then I guess little Miss Princess Pedant will educate me on what it is." Iroka tossed her head in a disdainful gesture. "I don't waste effort on imbeciles, Bird-brain."

Fuuko and Benjiro would almost swear they seemed to hear something break inside the potoo's head. "Bird-what?! Gods, this bitch has gotta die!" he said, his features contorting with rage as he stomped towards her, though he was slower due to his right knee injury. Iroka took a ready stance, hoping she would not have to handle him before her friends came to her aid. But in her mind, a voice spoke, a voice she had been hoping to hear. "Will you always wait for your friends to come and rescue you?" the voice asked. "Draw from my power, let us be the ones to help them this time."

Iroka had been waiting for this moment.


Satoshi Fuuko Benjiro Hiroto

[Satoshi Fuuko]

Fuuko watched as the birdman lifted up his arm and stopped Shukketsubukii. Fuuko could feel the blade practically drooling, but Fuuko was disappointed. She would have hoped  that if someone did something like that, they would lose an arm for it.  Still, she didn't have time to think as she was pucnhed in the chest and face and thrown backwards towards a wall where she skidded to a stop near Benjiro. 

'Mother fucker!' Fuuko hissed as she sat up and rubbed her cheek. The punch, as much as Fuuko didn't want to admit it, was probably stronger than what she could muster. She'd love  to throw punches, but, unfortunately, with Benjirou and Iroka both here as well, Fuuko didn't have the luxuyry of playing around. She hissed and hopped to her feet, wincing and taking a second to asses her internal damage while the bird man jawed with Iroka. The conversation irritated Fuuko. 

"Tch. This Jack-off. Throwing people in a room and making some pits and he thinks he's smart. Tch. Even I coulda done that." Fuuko remarked. She had no pretenses that Iroka, especially, and probably Benjirou were both smarter than her when it came to academics, but Fuuko was a graduate of the school of hard knocks and got her education in the streets. She knew when an egg was rotten, so to speak. When he threatened Iroka again, Fuuko clenched her teeth and raised up Shukketsibuki. It was now a zanbatou after drinking from the bird brain. She whipped it back and when she went to swing it forward, it crashed into the wall.  behind her.

"The fuck!? Ok, bitch! I don't need ya to be this fuckin big!" She snarled. "The pervert's watchin! He's gonna be jealous of yer girth! Oh, and SIS IS IN FUCKIN TROUBLE!" The sword Fuuko now wielded was about the size of Benjirou in height and slightly wider. Also, the irony was lost on Fuuko that the time she has spent yelling at her zanpakutou about not attacking the bird brain could have been spent attacking the bird brain. 

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Reiatsu: 4375/5000 - Blood Bank: 530 - [501+] | Greatswords/Polearms | - Zanbatou (6 Posts)

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{Spoiler}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}
• Blood Scent {2}

Munemasa Iroka

[Benjiro Hiroto]

As Benjiro stood amidst the chaos, his Bakudo failing to bind the avian Arrancar, a profound sense of conflict washed over him. The beams of light he had conjured, intended to restrain and neutralize the enemy, proved futile against the avian's sheer power and agility. The avian taunted him, mocking his attempts to fight, even going as far as to question his manhood. The Arrancar's ceaseless aggravation and provocation had wounded Benjiro, but not in the way intended. It was a stark reminder of the harsh reality of violence, a reminder that ideals of peace and tranquility often crumbled in the face of raw strength.

The feathers shot from the avian's wings sliced through the air, aiming straight at Benjiro. Reiatsu surged from his feet and caused the gentle giant to flash forward, his Shunpo relocating him within an instant. Despite his instinctual flash step though, he was too slow to evade them completely. Two feathers found their mark, piercing his flesh and inflicting a pain that seemed to sear through his entire being. The agony was unlike anything he had experienced before, and it threatened to overwhelm him. It was in this moment that his faith in Buddhism flickered, the teachings of non-violence and compassion seeming distant as the feelings of vengeance surged through his body, until the beads from his Zanpakuto tightened around his wrist.

The avian's dominance in the battle became painfully evident. Benjiro felt a surge of helplessness, realizing that he was outmatched and ill-prepared to face this formidable adversary. Even his fellow Shinigami, Satoshi-san and Munemasa-san, struggled in their attempts to fight back. The avian effortlessly repelled their attacks, at least in Benjiro's eyes, its superiority casting a shadow over their every move. It was a harsh reminder that strength and skill alone were not always enough to prevail.

Yet, amidst the despair, a flicker of insight sparked within Benjiro's mind. If his power alone couldn't defeat the avian, perhaps he could still contribute in a different way. With renewed determination, he shifted his focus to creating distractions, diverting the avian's attention away from his comrades. He summoned his energy once more, casting a series of Kido and Bakudo, their effects ultimately futile in subduing the avian. But they served their purpose, drawing the avian's gaze and allowing his allies a momentary advantage.

"Horin! Horin! Shitotsu Sansen! Horin!" A barrage of Bakudo, draining his spiritual reserves in the attempt to gather the avian's attention. "Look at me! Fight me like a warrior, you Avian Asshole! Talk about fighting like a man when you pick on the girls!? You're just a flying rat!" Cusses and curses flew out of Benjiro's mouth, probably for the first time, laced with enough venom to hopefully draw the attention of the Arrancar. Even if it meant getting injured, he needed to ensure its downfall by allowing Satoshi-san and Munemasa-san to attack at their fullest capabilities.

In that pivotal moment, as his Bakudo failed and his Kido dispersed into the air, Benjiro found solace in the realization that his role in the battle extended beyond overpowering the enemy. He had to adapt, to find ways to support his comrades even in the face of overwhelming odds. The conflict between his beliefs in peace and the harsh reality of violence persisted, but he remained determined to explore the intricate balance between them, seeking a path that would allow him to uphold his faith while fulfilling his duties as a Shinigami.

575/1000
-50 for Shunpo
-75 for Horin x3
-50 for Shitotsu Sansen

Injuries sustained: 
One feather in thigh
One feather in shoulder

Satoshi Fuuko Munemasa Iroka

[Munemasa Iroka]

The avian Arrancar had struck Fuuko in the face, and had wounded Benjiro. And he was rounding up on Iroka, intent on beating her to death. Things did seem rather bleak. But Iroka was feeling more and more hopeful, as she heard the voice of her zanpakutou speaking to her. But even with the rising hope, would she be able to turn the tides of this fight to snag the victory? Perhaps it was not in her place to be the one to score the winning point. And yet, even those who never scored points in a team were a fundamental part of the team, without which a team could not function, let alone win. Iroka was no front-line fighter. That, however, did not make her useless.

Just as the potoo-faced Arrancar reared up to attack Iroka, a sequence of Bakudou assailed him. Muscling through the bindings, the potoo ripped the ropes apart and broke the three pillars of light that sought to restrain him like some poor ceramic pot. But even though he could not be stopped by the spells, an unexpected sound reached his ears and struck him still, with more potency than any of the previous spells had done. "Flying rat? No no no no no no..." the potoo said, shaking his head and sounding like he wanted to cry as he slowly turned to face the giant Benjiro.

Even though Benjiro was big and strong, facing the wrath of this Arrancar was going to be very bad for him. The orange-haired Shinigami was surprised though; she'd not thought someone as gentle and reserved as Benjiro would be able to cuss out the Arrancar. He had broken character to turn the fire on himself. That was incredibly noble. But Iroka was done with having others save her all the time. Now was the time to push through, to make sure that everyone (except the potoo, of course) was alive at the end of this fight. And at the moment, Iroka heard the distinct whisper in her mind. She heard a name.

"Ganbare, Shugyoku Hirenaga!"

A pulse of pink-colored reiatsu exploded outwards from the carrot-top, lifting smoke into the air and obscuring her form. The potoo, for his part, seemed too distracted by Benjiro's insults, or he simply didn't care about Iroka anymore, to notice that a Shikai had just been released behind him. He charged towards Benjiro, but what looked like a silver prayer wheel, attached to a long chain, flew out of the smoke and interfered with the Arrancar's legs, tripping him up. As the smoke cleared, Iroka could be seen, wielding a silver double-headed meteor hammer, except that the heads of the meteor hammer were shaped like prayer wheels.

"Move it, Mt. Buddha!" Iroka called out, as the potoo Arrancar ignored being tripped up and simply rose, charging at Benjiro and swinging two large hammy fists at his head. She wasn't fast enough to attempt to prevent the attack, so all she could do was call for Benjiro to get out of the way. Or was it? "Your power, Iroka, is to make it more difficult for yourself or your friends to die. You may not be offensive as an attacker, but you can support your friends and keep them alive," her zanpakutou spirit instructed, as the Yonbantai Shinigami began to spin one of the prayer wheels by the chain.

"Han'nyagake!" Iroka called out, firing what looked like a giant spectral koi fish. The potoo Arrancar moved out of the way, only to realize that he was not the target of the projectile. As it struck Benjiro, the giant would feel a sudden warmth, even as the injuries made by Potoo-head's flying feathers closed up instantly. Both Iroka and Potoo-head stared wide-eyed for a moment, then each reacted, one with excitement, and the other with annoyance.

"AW, YEAH!"

"Fish girl.... What the $%^%$?!"

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{Stuff}
Shikai Released! (200 Reiatsu) Han'nyagake used to heal Benjiro (Mt. Buddha ) (100 Reiatsu)

Tech Used:
Technique Name: Han’nyagake [Prajna Shard]
Technique Type: Shikai/Bankai [Healing]
Technique Reiatsu Cost: Variable/Variable
Technique Description and Effects: Iroka creates auras on the heads of her meteor hammer, firing any of them like a projectile. Their range is 100 meters in Shikai. The aura projectile takes the shape of a spectral koi fish, travels in a straight line, and flies at a speed equal to Iroka’s spiritual OS. On striking a target, it heals them of damage equivalent to how much Reiatsu she invested into the projectile. 50 Reiatsu will heal all minor injuries (scratches, minor lacerations, scrapes). 100 Reiatsu will heal up to two major lacerations, or moderate burn/corrosive damage.
In Bankai, the range of this technique is 250 meters, and it can target up to five different targets, the released aura transforming into five dragon heads which fly at any five targets of Iroka’s choice. These projectiles fly in curved trajectories, and they change direction to pursue their targets. They fly at a speed equal to Iroka’s OS. Bankai can heal according to Shikai Reiatsu costs, but as expected, it will heal a lot more, if more Reiatsu is used. 200 Reiatsu will heal a severed body extremity, like a hand or foot., or a single compound fracture. 400 Reiatsu will heal major injuries such as internal bleeding and organ failure. At its limit, 800 Reiatsu is strong enough to restore a full severed limb.
Technique Drawbacks: An enemy who intercepts this technique will be healed if hit; it does not discriminate.
Cost: 100 Reiatsu

Reiatsu: 1430/1830

Satoshi Fuuko Benjiro Hiroto

[Satoshi Fuuko]

Fuuko stepped forward and yanked her sword away from the wall. She glanced around and tensed up, but the Benjirou seemed to have had pulled a trick from Fuuko's book. She grinned as he let the epithets fly. "Atta, boy!" She muttered to herself. Still, Bengirou probably was very dumb for trying to get bird brain's attention. Anyone that could toss Fuuko into a wall wasn't someone to mess around with, that was for sure. 

"Shit, now I gotta save the pervert too..." Fuuko hissed, but then she felt something. Something was coming from Iroka and Fuuko turned and heard the call. Her golden eyes lit up and she watched the orangette call out for her zanpakutou. "Fuck, yeah..." Fuuuko muttered as the light washed over them. Fuuko watched in awe at the weapon that momentarily tripped up  the bird brain. 

"Oh, cool!" Fuuko said and saw Iroka in all her glory, unlike the arrancar. Fuuko noticed that his attention didn't sway and bent her legs to shoot forward only to see a spectral koi leap out from Iroka's zanpakutou. She followed it and watched it splash onto Benjirou. When the bird brain turned around, incensed at Iroka once more, this time Fuuko was ready. 

'I'm feelin sharp, Anego! This poser won't block me again!'

As she leaped at the birdbrain, she swiped her hand over part of Shukketsubuki. "River of Blood!" Shukketsubuki began to hum and glow brighter as Fuuko skidded to a halt behind of the potoo. She was crouched, her large blade pointed behind her and she swung it forward and upward. The length would make it pretty hard for birdbrain to move to the left or right to avoid the cut. And Fuuko was arcing up as well, if the arrancar could even disentangle itself from shugyoku Hirenaga. 

"Did ya ferget about me, asshole!?" 

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Reiatsu: 4325/5000 - Blood Bank: 530 - [501+] | Greatswords/Polearms | - Zanbatou (7 Posts) | River of Blood (One Attack)

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{River of Blood}-血の川 Chi no kawa (River of Blood): Fuuko can spend [50] reiatsu to infuse Shukketsubuki with reiatsu and that causes her next attack inflicted wound to bleed profusely, increasing the amount of Reiatsu that is absorbed into the blood pool by [1.5]. Alternatively, if she spends [100] Reiatsu per post, she can keep it up as an active ability.

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{Spoiler}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}
• Blood Scent {2}

Munemasa Iroka