Arc 2: Canon 15: Vergangenheitsbewältigung [Complete]

[Kento Waffles]

Name: [Arc 2 - Canon 15: Vergangenheitsbewältigung] [Final canon of Arc 2]

Participants: [3 participants maximum other than DM(s), anyone class 2+]

Location: [Vandenreich Palace]

Difficulty Level: [Extreme]

Setting: [DE]

Plotline: [The Vandenreich has stolen the Sokkyokku. And why is this bad? Because they also have the Soul Cross, an item which possesses infinite reiatsu. Using it, they can endlessly power the Sokkyokku as an unstoppable weapon of mass destruction. No faction has friendly ties with the Vandenreich, and all have been assaulted by it. Therefore, no faction is safe. In response, the Seireitei has sent a contingency team into the Vandenreich Palace itself, through the ingenuity of Squad 12 reverse-engineering, and has the intention of ending this war once and for all by killing the lynchpin of the Vandenreich: The Emperor himself. Seireitei implores other factions to aid in this venture to save all worlds. The goal then is for Seireitei to retake the Sokkyokku, and for the other items in Vandenreich possession to be claimed. Any factions wanting to send high ranking members can. It is recommended to be class 1 to enter the thread. Quick posting is required.]

Estimated Enemy Strength: [Class 2-0]

Estimated Time Until Completion: [5 pages]

Starts: [Now. When all three participants have posted introductions, a cinematic will follow.]

Special Conditions: [There will be assistance from the Dungeon Masters in the form of NPC style aid from Sozen Kuchiki, Azumi Kasumi'Oji, Kenryoku Kawada, and (if we get Zou's permission to do so) Kuroi Naito, Shiroi Hokai, and Enma. HOWEVER, participants will do much of the heavy lifting, and NONE of the above-listed NPC assistance will be available as aid in the final battle against the Emperor himself. DMing will alternate by post between Kento and Naga.]

[Amagai Kuchiki]

((Well, now that I qualify, I'm gonna reserve a spot. Let's do this thing))

[Kento Waffles]

OOC: Rose reserves a place but can't post right now due to snowstorms. But that's one for Rose, one for Takehiko.

ONE SPOT LEFT.

[Sargon Denumic]

OOC: Well sounds like fun reserving a spot for the Espada to make a impression.

[Kento Waffles]

OOC: WITH THAT SAID AND DONE, I'LL POST THE INTRO CINEMATIC TONIGHT. ALL OF YOU NEED TO POST YOUR RESPONSE INTROS AFTERWARD.

[Kento Waffles]

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{Play this first!}

Seireitei Senkai Gate: Special Portal

T minus ten seconds! Brrrp! Brrrp! Brrrp! Warnings, buzzing, sounds, and a cacophony of noises that did not seem to have anything in common. They were all linked by what made them, though. The operation that was making noise was the one which began in a large white portal filled with swirling reiatsu, which, supposedly, would lead to the palace of the invisible army, the Vandenreich. Gathering inside of this portal were those who were going to be teleported to the most difficult mission of all. A direct invasion into the strongest enemy base they'd faced in thousands of years, in order to kill the leader of the Vandenreich, the Emperor, and steal multiple items of great value.

T minus nine seconds! Gathered inside of the portal were those ready to go. Captain of Squad 4, Rose. Lieutenant of Squad 3, Takehiko Kuchiki. And joining them were a few others as well. Captain of Squad 2, Kenryoku Kawada, Head of the Kawada nobility. Captain of Squad 6, Sozen Kuchiki, Captain of the Kuchiki nobility. Captain of Squad 12, Azumi Kasumi'Oji, Head of the Kasumi'Oji nobility. There were a great deal of people in this portal ready to launch off. Only one lieutenant, present only because Sozen Kuchiki had requested Takehiko's presence. The rest Captains. Four Captains. Four very powerful Captains. A third of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads Captaincy force.

T minus eight seconds! And they weren't alone, either. "Remember,"[/color] Kenryoku Kawada, the squadron leader of their assault mission said. "We will be meeting our temporary allies from Las Noches at the other end. They will appear almost simultaneous to ourselves. This does not mean that we trust them. Arrancar are treacherous snakes. Stay on guard, even as you work with them." Kenryoku was harsh and maybe paranoid, but the group had actually voted for him as the leader, after Sozen himself had suggested it. Kenryoku, who had very few emotions, was actually the ideal candidate to lead this complex mission in an unbiased way. It did work.

T minus six seconds! As for their allies, they had quite a few. Las Noches, also weary of the Vandenreich, was sending aid. Exequias Leader, Shiroi Hokai. Tercera Espada, Sargon Denumic. Segunda Espada, Kuroi Naito. (OOC Note: Still unconfirmed if we have permission to utilize Zou's RPCs as NPCs. Will know within a few posts.) T minus five seconds. The mission was getting closer. On both sides, everyone was getting ready to teleport to the main event. There was no telling what might happen next. There was no telling on if they were going to succeed in killing the Emperor, such a strong opponent. Who even was he, to begin with?

T minus four seconds. "It was said by word of mouth of a Quincy that they have spies in the Seireitei," Kenryoku said. "Whether or not this is true, we should assume they know of our operation, and that as soon as we appear in their palace, we will be in the middle of a large battle, and an ambush. We must be prepared accordingly." T minus three seconds! Basically they needed to be ready to bust through and continue with their mission, unimpeded by a huge ambush. It was probably going to be a very difficult mission. Just getting to the Emperor required defeating his Stern Ritters, the lords of his army. T minus two seconds!

But soon, the portal began to heat up. The Soul Reapers would feel their reiatsu begin to merge with that of the fabric around them, and this portal, created by Squad 12, would begin to send them into the shadows. The shadow world of the Quincy, where they hid in the darkness of broad daylight, and there the huge palace of ice that was the Vandenreich palace existed. There was no telling what they would find there. "We're about to transport! Be ready!" Kenryoku barked as the portal flashed and glowed, and more and more buzzing sounds were made. And then, as it lit up, they were moved into the palace, and the mission could begin.

T minus one second.

A blinding flash, and the rest was history.

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{Opening Music to get us HYPED! Also homage to Naruto}

OOC: Next DM post is Naga's! It'll come after you three do intros.[/font]

[Sargon Denumic]

Well if nothing else joining the Espada had given Sargon more than enough errands that had to be tended to by him personality. The Tercera Espada had only joined the ranks of Las Noches after hearing that it held some of the most powerful entities in Hueco Mundo. Although his experience in joining had proven that not all those that sought out the positions were strong. In that event he had been challenge by two Arrancar after the same position he currently held yet killed both with minimum effort. It seemed like even now as a member of the Espada no one was able to challenge his might leaving only boredom. He couldn’t help, but believe that leaving his isolation was a mistake and that he was never going to find a challenge.

Although now with his own Fraccion that had shown grand potential Sargon felt the possibilities might actually be present he just was going to have to find those who held the greatest strength. The previous few hours had been spent in a state or excitement restrained by concentration and memories. Since Souken had called for most of the Espada along with higher ranking Arrancar of Las Noches and told them that he needed a few of them to aid Soul Society in assaulting the Vanreich palace. Sargon had been in a state of excitement. As soon as Souken had spoken of the plan Sargon had volunteered though he might not be the best one to allow on such an endeavor. Although he held one of the highest rankings in the Espada, Sargon would never fight a conjoined battle alongside allies.

Although Sargon felt Souken might have known this the King of Las Noches had allowed him to undertake the mission along with two others. The Exequisa leader, Shiroi Hokai Sargon knew only of the ranking and nothing else while the other was Kuroi Naito one of two Espada that held a position higher than his own. Sargon was interested to see not only the might of Venreich and the Soul Society, but Kuroi specifically. It seemed that the time was at hand and that Sargon would need to depart for the Quincy dimension immediately from his own facility. None of it mattered though Aurora would be around to keep it clean and if he found even a drop of blood gone he would kill her when he returned. At that Sargon blinked opening a Garganta in front of him and walking through the darkness only for it to close behind him as he made his way inside of the Vanreich Palace.

[Amagai Kuchiki]

The term unforgivable applied to many things in life. Sometimes individual crimes such as murder and rape, sometimes entire organizations. In this instance, the Vandenreich was one organization. They had broken into Soul Society, caused the death of numerous Shinigami, and left with several of the most prized objects that the Gotei 13 controlled. With those objects in their possession, the Vandenreich was more powerful than any organization could be allowed to be, and Soul Society's hand was forced:

The Emperor must be killed.

Sozen had given Takehiko an opportunity, an honor that he likely did not deserve, and had specifically requested that Takehiko join the group of Captains in this mission. Despite being a Vice Captain, Takehiko had might that rivaled several captains, including his Captain, Alexander Kuma-Hebi. However, he had yet to have significant chances to prove it. Now, this was his moment. He could make the Kuchiki family proud, serve Soul Society, and achieve a degree of personal glory that he yearned for, all in one blade stroke.

He was in good company, accompanied by three noble heads, as well as the Captain of the Fourth Division, Rose. He didn't know Rose particularly well, unfortunately the two didn't have much in common. However, he assumed that they would work together well in the field. The one part that Takehiko wasn't looking forward to, in regards to his allies, was the idea of working alongside Arrancar. Takehiko hated Arrancar, with a rage that bordered on psychosis. However, he was going to have to tolerate their Las Noches allies for the present moment.

At least, unless an opportunity presented itself.

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{Stats and Skills}
Stats
Strength: 1000 (400 x 2.5)
Speed: 800 (320 x 2.5)
Reiatsu Strength: 100 (200 x .50)
Spiritual Pressure: 200 (400 x.50)
Instinct: 130
Senses: 150
Energy Sensory: 0
Healing Expertise: 0
Light Aura: 50
Dark Aura: 50
Skills

[Sword Style: Iaijutsu] 3

[Weapon: Chain Weapons] 3

[Strength of Will] 3

[Hakuda] 3

[Battle Analysis] 3

[Rose✿]

[/font] She said, still holding that sinister smirk

It was around this time that Rose could feel her reiatsu merge with her surroundings. For her it was a lot to take in yet her expression was hidden behind the sunglasses and that devious smirk. With all the fancy dancy flashing and glowing Rose was glad she wore these shades. A Blur and sheer rush of adrenaline pumped through Rose as the transporting began. What probably felt like mere moments to everyone else felt extended for Rose; the best way she could describe it was a feeling of being both in a reality and a dream.
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[Miranda Espero]

OOC: Happy Thanksgiving! Enjoy the canon, and kill the Emperor!



It was the perfect storm for the coalition. Sargon wanted to kill someone, Takehiko had a job to do, and Rose was baked out of her mind. As the Shinigami traveled through the strange, mystical darkness of the portal, tension might begin to build within them. What would await them on the other side? Who was the emperor? Would such a small team truly suffice to win this battle? Bizarre lights and flashes of memory from each inhabitant’s life would flicker around them, providing a reminder of what they were there to do. The Vandenreich had slaughtered thousands and would go on to cleanse the world of thousands more if they failed here. Their families, friends, comrades, and everyone they had sworn to protect all depended on their success in this attack.

Elsewhere, Sargon would just see and feel pure darkness as he stepped through his Garganta, Kuroi and Shiroi standing at his sides. This was simple. The King had given an order, so the Emperor would die. However, rumors abounded of what happened to Arrancar captured by the Vandenreich. Terrible experiments and tortures, use as training dummies and sport for hunting, the methodical destruction of individual spirits and memories from their composite soul. There were many ways this might go poorly for Sargon if he didn't tread carefully. Rather than his Garganta opening cleanly within the palace as he had hoped, he would feel a strange sense of vertigo and displacement, a clear warning to him and his traveling companions that a threat might be imminent. 

Suddenly, their portals spat them all out together, Captain and Espada, Exequias and Lieutenant alike.

And then they were falling.



The Quincies hadn’t just prepared for the strike force. They had prepared for the portal itself. Their palace, Silbern, had been warded against dimensional tears for a four-mile radius. That’s where the party had been ejected, the closest the wards let them – four miles above Silbern, just below the clouds, plummeting through the frigid mists toward a waiting army of genocidal Vandenreich. Snow wafted and swirled around them as they descended, with the expanse of Silbern stretched out below, a massive, intricately carved block of marble wider than five football fields and studded with heavily crewed defensive towers and turrets. A monolithic tower a tenth as wide and ten times taller overlooked it. The Emperor’s Tower. The strike team had one goal: The death of its occupant and anyone who got in their way. With no Air Ground to support them, however, the strike team's only clear option was to carve their way through untold numbers of Quincies and fight their way up to Der Kaiser.

“Go loud.” With that signal from Kenryoku, Azumi activated the Kido she had incanted inside the portal. “Bakudo 26: Kyakko.” Light bent around the strike force, concealing their bodies from the archers even as the Noble Captains and Arrancar all wildly flared their reiatsu, exerting a chillingly forceful pressure on the sky above Silbern. The glow of their mingling reiatsu colors diffused through the mist, crimson and gold, black and white, a shroud of power announcing the Emperor’s impending doom.

“Strike team, with me! Nobles, Arrancar, support us!” Kenryoku turned as he dove, drawing his arms up into a boxer’s stance as he flipped upside-down in the air. He began punching blasts of air and pressure at Silbern with all of his strength, drilling away at the archers’ positions while weakening the roof. His arms blurred as he unleashed his full speed, killing dozens of Quincies and striking Silbern with devastating power. If the strike team members wished, they could join Kenryoku in his assault on the defenses – perhaps a risky expenditure of energy, but it might make a critical difference in the tactical balance later.

The support team unleashed their power as well. Shiroi rained ivory Bala on the Quincies as Kuroi razed their lines with a Shoji Cero, turquoise energy wreathed in his feather-flecked black reiatsu. Grinning in shared joy, Azumi and Sozen activated Hado 86: Soukaho in tandem, gold and crimson flames interweaving as they rained ten Sokatsui per second on the Quincies, intercepting arrows and destroying encampments. Through all this, Kyakko persisted. The Quincies would see no source for the attacks, including any that the strike team members fired, death descending on them as if issued from the color-streaked mist.

In moments, whatever attacks the strike team had fired in tandem with Kenryoku would suffice to shatter Silbern’s roof, rubble raining down on the Soldat massed within as the attackers dropped to the ground. Kyakko invisibility faded from the strike team as they entered Silbern – apparently, the defenses of the palace wouldn’t permit the use of such techniques. Hordes of them rushed at the intruders, with the Noble Captains diving immediately into the fray as the Arrancar provided cover fire. Kenryoku bobbed and weaved through the crowd, punching heads off and ribcages open, while Azumi and Sozen whirled about in perfectly honed tandem, slicing Quincies apart and bathing them in flame.

Kenryoku turned to the strike team and roared a command over the noise of battle. “ADVANCE THROUGH THE HALL! LET NOTHING STOP YOU! WE WILL HANDLE THIS TRASH.” From what they might have seen while falling through the mist, the strike team members would know which direction to advance, straight through a large hall in the center of the massive chamber’s furthest wall. The only thing standing in their way was the force of thirty Soldat rushing down the hall to support their brethren. How would the strike team proceed? Would they work together and attempt to coordinate their abilities despite the Shinigami-Arrancar tensions? Attempting to tank through everything on their own might not go so well, and they couldn’t afford any such risks on this mission… At any rate, the rest was up to them. They had an Emperor to kill.

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{Soldat Stats}The Soldat are Soldier type, Class 2, 1700 SP. Be careful, they can definitely use all basic Quincy techniques and might pull out some other surprises...

S 105 (150 before type)
S 400
R 600 (400 before type)
S 200
I 200
S 200
E 150
H 0

[Sargon Denumic]

Throughout the last minute of events Sargon had questioned the actually methods these Vanreich Quinces went to in order to guard there own palace. The fact it had prevented him from actually ripping open the fabric of reality in the palace was enough to gain a decent amount of interest from the Espada. Maybe these Quincy were worthy of an afternoon and not just the Emperor that Souken had sent him and the other two on a mission to eliminate. Although as everyone realized that they were in fact falling to the ground from a rather high altitude Sargon grinned at the intelligence behind the placing of their arrival through whatever method the Quincy managed to utilize. It seemed that they were going to do whatever they could to protect their Emperor and they were going to fail like all the others who filled his collection.

As they all landed on the ground Sargon looked over the area with his hands crossed over his chest. It didn't seem like there were any advance infantry Quincy like he had hoped to deal with yet that didn't make sense. All of the Quincy in this damned dimension should know of the location that he currently occupied simply because this was a set destination designed by them. It was then that Sargon heard the sounds of foots steps coming forth. It seemed that these Shinigami were adept and only good for what they called kido. It seemed to pack a punch of power yet from what Sargon could tell were little more than fireworks created from the caster.

In all truth Sargon hadn't even waited for the words of this Captain in charge to shout the orders he so arrogantly assigned to the Espada. The simple sight of the Quincy rushing down the large hallway that Sargon could only guess was the pathway they would need to take in order to reach whatever type of throne room this Emperor hide within. It seemed there were more than two dozen Quincy all at the ready to strike down the foes that just arrived in their dimension. Moving his arms apart from one another while he walked forward into the hallway Sargon extends his right arm in the direction of the Quincy. In the next moment all around would feel the surge of the Espada's reiatsu to those that witnessed his movements the Espada only held out his right hand palm open an in the next instant fired a massive ash colored cero in the direction of the Quincy.

Reiatsu Remaining: 5800/6000 ~Cero~

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Strength - 200 (100)
Speed - 300
Spiritual Pressure - 300 (600)
Reiatsu Strength - 400 (1000)
Light Aura - 0
Dark Aura - 100
Instinct - 100
Senses - 200 (100)
Energy sensory - 0
Healing Expertise - 400

Total SP: 1900 Points

Abilities

•[Weapons: Swords] 3
•[Weapons: Shield] 3
•[Street Fighting] 3
•[Strength of Will] 3
•[Battle Focus] 3

[Kento Waffles]

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{Spoiler}{This first!}

PLUMMETING! A second out of the portal, and already, they were all falling! If not for luck of their reiatsu and advanced spiritual bodies, they would have been splattered by smashing through that rooftop and landing inside Silbern, even if they did land on their feet. Anyone with a human body would have been killed just by that drop. Luckily, these were Soul Reapers and Arrancar! They didn't have that kind of weakness. At least, not for that kind of height. But this didn't mean that they were in the clear! After all, they had an army of Quincy to deal with. The Quincy had been prepared! As soon as everyone was inside Silbern, they were already immediately surrounded by countless dozens of the enemy!

Flashes of light and explosions of sound were blinding and deafening on the final battlefront of the Thousand Year Blood War! Azumi and Sozen, directed by Kenryoku, went off in advance, disappearing to attack Quincy! Miraculously, the number of arrows coming for the locations of Sargon, Takehiko, and Rose decreased, because not only had Sozen and Azumi gone to start attacking Quincy, but Kuroi and Shiroi had as well, and even Kenryoku had. It was clear that not all of them were going to make it together, and that their best bet was to regroup later after they'd found their way. With the advance of so many powerful invaders, the Quincy army had parted like the red sea, and there was an opening in their ranks!

Sargon didn't hesitate to take advantage of it, using a Cero to mow down many Soldat as he rushed toward where the Emperor's throne room should be. He was the first to leave that room into which they had dropped, and begin making his way forwards. Meanwhile, led by Azumi, Takehiko and Rose were taken down another route. It was an alternative one, where less Quincy had been detected roaming, and where there would be less resistance, and therefore less used up stamina and reiatsu. They needed everything that they could muster if they were going to fight the Emperor. Sozen, Kuroi, Shiroi, and Kenryoku were unaccounted for both by Sargon and the Azumi-led, but they would probably join up again later.

Finally leaving the entrance room, where presumably some were still fighting, but where many Quincy were already dead, the Azumi-led were brought into a mighty corridor, through a large maze, and at last to stairs already leading to the Emperor! As they entered the maze, Azumi informed them of something she had sensed! "Careful... I don't know how, but somehow, I can tell that they've put you under some kind of spell... Your wounds are linked. Both of you, and one Arrancar. Any wounds you take will transfer to the other two." In fact, it was true of Takehiko, Rose, and Sargon. They were linked together by wound! Azumi stopped them briefly to try to fix it, but it only did so much. She could only stop fatal wounds from connecting. And just that.

Anyway, they at least had that going for them. When, however, they were turning toward the Emperor's throne room, and headed there, they were cut off by hundreds of enemies, some dozens of which were stronger than the other ones. The others had all been low rank. Some of these were mid rank. A couple of them might even be extremely high rank. There were bound to be Stern Ritters somewhere in there. By Azumi's ingenuity, Takehiko and Rose were pushed through an opening in the ranks and sent straight up to the throne room.

That wasn't a problem for them, but Azumi was lost in the crowd, and left behind to fend for herself. Meanwhile, Sargon, also on his own, had found a clearing in a large marble hall, where no enemies resided, or at least not an army. Though perhaps not an army, Sargon was still in the most danger of them all, because of whom he had encountered. On the way forwards after his Cero, Sargon would suddenly find his pathway blocked momentarily by a huge wall of white reiatsu. It was a holy light different from what he had ever previously experienced, and when it dissipated and left steam behind, he would see his enemy.

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{Now this}

"I am disappointed..." the Emperor of the Vandenreich said from his mighty white throne. In the bleak white throne room, Takehiko and Rose would suddenly feel suffocated. Crushed, even. Like, loady load what da fuq. Consider this. The feeling of being pulled into a piece of spaghetti, and having everything about you reduced to its most basic component and basic unit of matter, and then for every component to be rendered inutile and insignificant. Even then, you still don't have the feeling of the Emperor speaking. A voice only a god should have. Power no one could possibly possess. A presence so powerful and blinding, that Takehiko and Rose couldn't even look at the Emperor.

"You decided to wander off alone in enemy territory?" another voice, elsewhere, and speaking to Sargon said as the Arrancar was intercepted. "Was this not, perhaps, extremely unwise?" This one could be looked at. He was tall, with kindly eyes, rectangular glasses, and well kept brown hair. He appeared to be in his late forties, maybe earlier fifties. Well, for someone who looked so kind, he sure did have an aura. He was at a level that Sargon would actually be unable to comprehend with his sensory. He had a reiatsu which far surpassed Sargon's in strength, as well. And, on his white, militaristic uniform, he had many badges and medals to indicate high rank. This guy meant business of some sort.

"There are only two bugs..." the Emperor told Takehiko and Rose. "And what can bugs in small number hope to accomplish?" In his presence, they could barely breathe, let alone stand, and let alone fight. The Emperor of the Vandenreich, upon whom they could not even gaze, was correct. They couldn't defeat him right now. It was impossible. There were only two of them, and neither was at the required strength. Even if they tried to output reiatsu to offset the tremendous pressure coming down on them, they then wouldn't be able to focus on the Emperor's attacks. His reiatsu strength was also incredible. Too incredible. What manner of blocking his attacks could there even be?

"Were you in such denial as to believe that you could conquer the Der Kaiser yourself?" Sargon's antagonist asked as Soldats filed in behind Sargon, blocking the way he had come from. There were other exits, but he couldn't go back to the previous fray. Now he had about sixty Soldats behind him, and in front of him only one. Logically, maybe he could go through the one. However, the one had a level that Sargon did not, and a reiatsu strength above the Espada's. The badges and decoration could only mean a Stern Ritter. And, just maybe, this guy was a General. If he was, then Sargon was no match for him in a one on one. During the Vandenreich invasion of Seireitei, one General had been noted to defeat three Captains simultaneously. Not even an Espada could compete with that kind of power. So he could run away, or he could fight. What would pride dictate?

The pressure on Takehiko and Rose lifted. "Begone from my sight," the Emperor's voice boomed. He was actually letting them go! Well, the technical term was dismissal. He was dismissing them, because they couldn't fight him as they were. They actually did need to get assistance. Without help from the other Captains, there would be no winning here. And, Takehiko and Rose had left behind Azumi with what they would later learn was 1100 Quincy. Even with her strength, 1100 mid tiers was too much. If she didn't receive help, she might not make it. There were that many enemies. Enough to overpower a Captain with just numbers. So they could fight, or they could run away and come back later. What would pride dictate?

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{The Emperor's Stats}

Class 0. 1600 SP + 1000 due to being Emperor, +600 due to a plot anomaly we'll reveal later this thread. 3200 SP. Lost Sense: Semi-Cripple Type, rank 4. All stats gain 100% boost due to being Emperor.

Strength: 100 (200)
Speed: 300 (600)
Reiatsu Strength: 1000 (2000) (4000)
Spiritual Pressure: 100 (200) (400)
Instinct: 500 (1000)
Senses: 500 (3000)
Energy Sensory: 500 (1000)
Healing Expertise: 200 (400)

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{Stats of Sargon's aggressor}

Class 0. 2200 SP. Rank 4 Prodigy V2. +25% to all stats after Type.

Strength: 150 (50) (64)
Speed: 400 (500)
Reiatsu Strength: 400 (1400) (1750)
Spiritual Pressure: 150 (188)
Instinct: 300 (100) (125)
Senses: 300 (375)
Energy Sensory: 400 (1400) (1750)
Healing Expertise: 100 (33) (41)

OOC: Unless Naga dictates otherwise, we will now have posts from Takehiko, then Rose, then Sargon, before the next DM post.

[Rose✿]

[/font]The woman spat out, not expecting to come into this world by free falling. However a result of the falling was an extensive amount of adrenaline pumping through her veins. Despite being newer and not having close ties with anyone who was placed in this mission, Rose had to place her trust in them. If they would fall she would help them back up, if they were hurt she'd undo the damage. Pressure was on her but she remained as composed as she could.

Goosebumps formed along Rose's skin as the chill from falling and the cooler temperatures seeping in. This was a rush, this was a high, this was a ride. Mid air the woman unsheathed her blade, gripping it in her left while her sheath was held firmly in her right hand. Rose followed the lead of the others as the descended to the ground, feeling the shock run through her legs as she touched the surface, sustaining the force of the decent. She had a body with its own unique properties compared to other shinigami of the soul society and this was her time to shine.

In mere moments the battle was at a high intensity, arrows fired along with Kido's and cero's, blasts sounded out simultaneously with the cries of fallen soldiers. Hesitation was not an option. The main target was the emperor, who would pack the hardest punch to this team; thus Rose knew she would take along with the strike team formed from a renown Takehiko and the feared Azumi. The others were fighting off the army, taking the attention away from the trio as they advanced. An opening was formed and taken advantage of as one of the smug looking Arrancar bolted ahead, tearing down many Quincy that came into his path.

Azumi had lead Rose and Takehiko threw another path, she kept face with them, her body still pumping adrenaline with each step. Up stairs, threw a maze, Rose would of basically scaled a mountain along side these to, never once faltering in her steps or pace. Azumi came to speak to her and Takehiko, her words troubled Rose. All three connected? That tattooed beauty's brows furrowed at the thought of such a spell. "What happens to our wounds if they're reversed? Does fixing one of us end up fixing us all?" It was a good question on Rose's part and which could end up benefiting them all. Another question would be what if the arrancar linked to Rose and Takehiko had high speed regeneration; would his regeneration be linked to them?

Rose and Takehiko were being sent strait to the belly of the beast, pushed ahead by Azumi even after encountering hundreds of more enemies. Rose had to give these people credit for forming such a vast army, truth be told she didn't think this many of them existed. Perhaps over the years the Vandenreich had some massive breeding parties to make more soldiers, what did she know? Right now faith was being placed in both Rose and Takehiko as Azumi fell behind to ward off the others single handedly. However from what Rose had heard and gathered Azumi was a strong woman who was capable of such a fleet. The focus right now would be on the emperor...

A voice boomed out with a unimpressed tone, and at that moment Rose could feel the pressure on her. It was like a hand had gripped every single organ in her body and squeezed. To some people such pain would be unbearable, but Rose had a high pain tolerance, high enough to not submit to such a crushing pain. However it still affected her, making her breaths harder to take in. She was really committed to this now, no turning back and fleeing from this war, not like she wanted to but it just wasn't an option at this point. With each word the emperor spoke Rose only clenched her jaw tighter, oddly enough a feint grin pulled on her lips. They shouldn't be scared, they shouldn't cower, they would press on-wards even if they had to put off the main event for a while... And they would win!

Leave it to a guy like this to refer to them as bugs, if Rose was a bug she was a damn sexy bug. A part of Rose's masochistic side had kicked in, converting some of her pain to pleasure and allowing that grin to form. Any longer in this and who know what would happen, after all a blush already started to appear across her cheeks. However at once the pressure lifted, causing Rose's bloodshot eyes to widen as both the pain mixed with the odd pleasure vanished. Her eyes quickly shifted to Takehiko, sword clenched in her hands as the sounds of battle radiated from behind them.

"Look I don't know you well but we need more then the two of us, it'll be suicide and I don't wana be bringing you back from the dead!" She spoke her words loud enough for Takehiko to hear. They wouldn't give up, but instead simply delay the main event. Rose figured Azumi would think of another plan or perhaps give them some kind of aid. Her glance shot back to the emperor momentarily, words muttered in the form of a promise. "Enjoy your throne... Because when we return, we'll fucking tear you down."

Rose quickly pivoted on her feet, expecting Takehiko to follow her lead and fall back. Pacing to the heat of the battle Azumi was cast into Rose felt like time was slowed, her heart beat was strong in her ears, almost drowning out the sounds of battle and death. The 4th division captain bulldozed in, using a combination of footwork and swordsmanship to cut down quincy she first encountered, using her sheath to ward off any close combat attacks that may have came her way. She made sure to stay on guard and on her feet, for hesitation could cause her demise. It was a wonder how this woman was of the 4th division with the way she handled her sword. Years of practice and determination allowed her skill to skyrocket. Perhaps aside from Bankai and her healing abilities Rose's swordsmanship was a factor to the decision to place her captain, allowing her to protect her division, and the soul society itself in times like this.

Right now she was in a dance of death, full of smooth motions and critical hits as the captain's blood lust began to show itself. Crimson eyes had matched the blood that began to splatter on her clothing. The sent of blood only riled her up, blending in with the high to create her own unique form of ecstasy. She made sure to target another area of quincy, bouncing back and forth before all of the focus was set on her. Her main goal was to make it to Azumi while taking out as many quincy in the process. Darting ahead once she caught sight of the captain she would jump to her side and watch her back with Azumi hopefully watching hers. "Azumi!" Rose called out, her face facing Azumi's while her sword was stained in blood. "The guy's more insane then I think you guys know. We're gonna need help with this, or it'll be suicide!" She reported, cutting down quincy that had the balls to approach her. Rose was saving her abilities for as long as she had to or until a new plan was situated. Right now the captains would mow down the quincy who dared to battle the blondes.





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[Amagai Kuchiki]

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And just like that, they were falling. One moment ago, they had stepped through the portal, and the next, in a swirl of colors and sensations, they were suspended in the sky above the Vandenreich Fortress. Well, not suspended, given that they were now falling towards the ground. The idea flickered in Takehiko’s head that they could utilize Air Ground, but it likely would put them in a dangerous position, given the numerous archers firing up at them.

In addition to the archers, however, the entire situation just felt….dangerous. Not in the sense of a normal mission, but there was this strange sense of foreboding to the Vandenreich’s great Fortress. And although Takehiko knew that there were dozens, perhaps even hundreds of other things for him to consider and focus on, things that pertained to his safety and the safety of others, there was one memory that he couldn’t force from his mind:

Takehiko had always liked getting his fortune told. He believed quite heavily in the ideas of fate, and destiny. Not in the sense that our every action was scripted before hand by some cosmic overseer. Not that we were simply acting out a story that had been predetermined long before we were born. No, Takehiko simply was a firm believer in the sacred nature of endings. Every individual, in Takehiko’s mind, had an ending they were destined for. Something that acted as their natural termination point.

The reason why Takehiko loved fortune tellers so much was because he personally speaking didn’t know what his own natural end was. He was an amateur fortune teller, and had his own guesses as to the endings of numerous others (his friend, Kagami Murai, would inevitably find his wife, but the state that she would be in was less certain), but his own destiny eluded him. And so he visited fortune tellers to try and get insight. Of course, most of them were talentless hacks, seeking to make some Ryo.

But every so often, he would come across a fortune teller who knew what they were doing. Who had a certain air about them, a certain knack for analysis and prediction, and who maybe had significant amounts of spiritual prowess, particularly in regards to energy sensory and reiatsu detection, allowing them to predict who you are as a person and where your soul ultimately would lead you. And after years and years of asking for his fortune, Takehiko finally stumbled upon one of these types of fortune tellers, in a Rukongai back alleyway.

She spoke in a voice that reminded Takehiko of tombstone dust, old, on the line that straddles life and death, with a certain awareness to it that most ‘mortals’ couldn’t match. When she first saw Takehiko, she narrowed her eyes. “Shinigami, are you hiding your reiatsu?” Taken aback, Takehiko shook his head. “Hmmm. Interesting. In that case, there’s only one possibility why it would appear that way. Come inside, Soul Reaper, and I’ll tell you the story of how your life as a Shinigami ends.”

Takehiko knew that he shouldn’t fear the mission that lay before him, despite how dangerous it was, but he couldn’t help worry slightly. It wasn’t a fear in a traditional ‘Do or Die’ sense, but rather a creeping one. An insidious fear, one that Takehiko couldn’t shake no matter how hard he tried to ignore it. A fear that he would fail on this day, and disappoint Sozen, and Soul Society as a whole. And so, he vowed not to let that happen. He vowed that if the fortune teller’s prediction came true, it would come true in the second way she described, rather than the first.

But while this internal soliloquy was excellent, and rather important to Takehiko’s sense of self, there was somewhat the matter of the massive number of archers that were currently firing up at the Soul Society strike force. The quincy forces that the Vandenreich had to offer were strong, sure, but this strike force was composed of the absolute best and brightest that Soul Society had to offer, and Takehiko had been selected amongst them for a reason. They wouldn’t be dealt with so easily.

Drawing back a fist, Takehiko threw a simple punch, the motion the standard one that they were taught in Hakuda classes, and as it moved through the air a thunderous crack could be heard. The force from the blow compressed the air in front of Takehiko’s hand, and flung it at the mass of Quincies, striking one directly in the face, sending him toppling off of the room. Excellent. He hadn’t tried utilizing shockwaves before, but his incredible strength rendered him highly capable of doing so, as clearly demonstrated.

However, the other nobles were already providing plenty of air to ground fire, so he didn’t need to focus on that. No, Takehiko’s primary concern, the one that he had to address right now, was the return fire from the Quincies. With a flick of his wrist, Takehiko unspooled his secondary Zanpakutou, a chain that was coined around his upper arm, underneath his sleeve. While the other members of the strike force were on the offense, Takehiko would be defense.

The nobles were clustered relatively near each other, allowing Takehiko, who was in the middle of the pack, to defend even the ones on the edges with his chain, which measured in at twenty feet long at max length. Any arrow that flew their direction, Takehiko would simply move the chain to block it. Takehiko was a master at utilizing the chain in combat, and was more than capable of blocking multiple attacks at once.

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The strike force was able to land without any suffering real damage, which was at least partially due to Takehiko providing defensive support by deflecting arrows. But now, the assault itself would actual begin to commence. Now, the battle was upon them, and there was no retreating. Takehiko’s landing on the ground, despite how high they were, didn’t so much as scratch his body. Instead the ground beneath him shattered, creating a spiderweb fracture in the beautiful tiled ground of the inside of Silbern.

He rose from the kneeling position that he had landed in, and turned to evaluate the foes that had surrounded them almost completely. Initially, his gut instinct was to engage the small army of foes that lay between the strike force and the throne room of the great Quincy Emperor. However, one of their ‘allies’ from Las Noches chose to unleash a holocaust of a Cero aimed at the Quincy forces, filling the hall with ashen reiatsu, which made engaging the army a little more difficult, given that the army was no more.

But instead of following the Tercera, who appeared to be making a straight, mad dash for the throne, Takehiko turned to his two nearest real allies, the shinigamis Rose and Azumi, who had landed with him. Azumi indicated a side passage, that would allow them to bypass the troops that were in-between them and their target, which would simply matters. Although on some level, Takehiko wanted to engage the Vandenreich forces directly, he knew that this wasn’t meant to be a war.

This was an assassination.

So he followed the two captains, Rose of the Fourth Division and Azumi Kasumi’Oji of the Twelfth. Both of them were well known for a variety of reasons, and Takehiko had plenty of respect for each. However, oddly enough, he didn’t feel like he was out of his league. If anything, he was confident that he’d be capable of saving them if it came down to it. Ideally, it wouldn’t, because that would act as a distraction from the primary goal ahead of them.

As they left the entrance room, desolate from the impact of the strike force, Azumi indicated something that worried Takehiko greatly: apparently, the three had been bound by some Kido when they were unaware, that intwined their lives. Of course, Rose did raise a valid point: she was a capable medic, and Sargon likely possessed the Arrancar High Speed Regeneration. Takehiko could afford to be a little careless. But removing that binding would be of the utmost importance.

And then, another wall of foes. Hundreds of them. Azumi indicated a breach in the enemy lines that Rose and Takehiko could exploit, and they did, dashing through the foes, cutting and leaving nothing but pain and death in their path. They left Azumi behind them, upon her orders, allowing her to address the horde. Now, they had approached the monster’s lair, the throne room of the Emperor. And as the two of them entered the stark, white room, it was as if the world itself had chosen to take vengeance on them.

Silence. Stop All Music.

“Takehiko, have you ever been afraid? Truly afraid, I mean, when you are begin to question everything you know to be true, simply because your world view did not incorporate the thing that is now causing you such emotional distress?” The question was a pointed one, but Takehiko nodded nonetheless. Takehiko didn’t share emotions easily, but Sozen had forever earned the right to hear them if he wanted them.“Yes, sir, I was once afraid like that.”

“That was the day I first met you. The first day I encountered an Arrancar, back when I was a seated officer, and not a particularly powerful one. During your long time away from Soul Society. I saw several friends, practically family, die around me, and nothing I could do would save them. I felt powerless. I never want to feel that way again.” As Takehiko finished the sentence, Sozen turned to him directly, his face grim, still several steps away from the Vice Captain, who stood at attention across the room from the Kuchiki head.

“The mission before you is one which will render you incapacitated with fear. Not one that likely will, or perhaps will, it certainly will. It will inflict you with that true fear, that I speak of, for it is something that the Emperor emits casually, without a single thought of the matter. You will be crushed into the ground by his presence. Simply not having your back broken will be a challenge, standing will be an impossible dream.” Sozen walked to Takehiko, standing in front of him directly now, the two meeting eyes.

“Are you still willing to accept this mission, to risk your life in such a manner?” This wasn’t a question. Both of them knew the answer. It was something that Sozen asked of Takehiko, and thus Takehiko would accomplish it without hesitation. Takehiko didn’t even articulate the response, but simply nodded his head. “Good. I will meet you at the departure location in two hours time.” And with that, Takehiko had committed and was willing to give up everything to fight and kill the Emperor of the Vandenreich.


The Emperor sat onto a great white throne, and before him, all were forced to kneel, to be subjugated, simply through the nature of who he was and his reiatsu. It was like Sozen had originally described to Takehiko, and it took a great deal of Takehiko’s incredibly formidable strength to avoid being forced through the ground by the gravitational force. And as desperately as Takehiko tried to rise up, to show off, to make the Kuchiki Family proud, he only succeeded in fracturing the ground around him.

The Emperor’s voice was deep and booming, and it shoot Takehiko’s teeth with every word. His words themselves felt like stone like blocks of ice, falling down to shatter bones and tear skin. There was no way of underplaying the might and presence of the Emperor, he was simply divine. He was a god, much in the same way that Sozen was a god, although the worshippers for each differed, and the significance of the different worshippers was not to be ignored.

Although Takehiko worshipped Sozen, it had to be acknowledged that the Quincy Emperor had more followers, more people that worshipped him as a god and the ground he tread on. However, that didn’t make the Emperor a more powerful god strictly speaking. Rather, it make the other worshippers more deluded, given their focus and attention to a false god, or at least not the most true god. The Emperor was a pagan’s god, and Sozen was a true one.

The Emperor’s droned on that he was disappointed, disappointed in the fact that Takehiko and Rose had dared to challenge him. And even though the Emperor was almost assuredly right, that Rose and Takehiko wouldn’t force him to so much as breath differently, Takehiko felt a pang of rage, of pure hate. Takehiko had promised himself, many years ago, two things: to serve Sozen, and to never be powerless again. He had promised to never encounter a foe that he couldn’t beat, an obstacle he couldn’t break.

And so he had trained, unlocked martial powers far beyond anyone else, rivaling captains in terms of pure destructive capabilities, and all of that had just lead to this? For him to be ground into the idiotic, tiled floor like a bullied schoolchild beneath the sandals of the largest kid on the playground? No, absolutely not. He refused to believe that. He pushed the ground, and a crack ran out from it, crawling a few feet towards the Emperor. It was an attempt at rebellion, and an obvious one.

And yet, he could not rise. For all of Takehiko’s might, there was a world of a difference between the Emperor, and himself. At least, in his current state. The Emperor called the two of them bugs, and alleviated the pressure, allowing them to leave. No, not allowing them. The Emperor demanded that Takehiko and Rose vanish from his presence. The Quincy Lord was telling them to get allies before even trying to contest his might, as a final dismissal of them and their capabilities.

And Rose at least believed him, and Takehiko couldn’t blame her. The second the pressure ended, she stood up, and turned to Takehiko, telling him that they needed help, and that tackling the Emperor head on would be suicide. With that, she turned and ran towards Azumi, assisting the captain with the waves of foes she was facing. Takehiko closed his eyes, still kneeling on the ground. “Yes. I suppose it would be suicide if the two of us fought him.” He should run. He should run this second, turn tail and flee to Azumi, and assist her.

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He should do that. But he wasn’t going to.

“My name,” Takehiko began, his voice low and quiet, the words themselves well rehearsed and familiar, for he had started every fight for the past several hundred years with them, “is Takehiko Kuchiki.” He looked up, now that the Emperor’s pressure had stopped for a moment, and if the Quincy hadn’t been blind, they’d have met eyes. “And I will be your opponent today, Lord Emperor.” And the Emperor was about to find out the answer to the question: what does it truly mean, to be a Kuchiki?

Takehiko stood up, and brushed off his robes, the gesture offhand, as if to somehow downplay the significance of how the Emperor had forced him into the ground. With a deep breath, he reached slightly above his head, about an inch in front of his face. This stance was a familiar one to anyone who knew anything about the Shinigami and Hollow hybrids known as Vizards. With a violent pull, Takehiko ripped a mask into existence over his face. “Showtime,” he said, his voice heavily altered by the mask.

Of course, Takehiko wasn’t a Vizard. He didn’t have the ability to use an Inner Hollow, or any other Vizard powers. So what in the three worlds was the mask? Only someone well acquainted with Kuchiki secret kido, specifically the subsection known as Melee Hana, would be able to tell. The mask was a manifestation of the technique known as Oogata, which augmented the user’s strength and speed greatly. Not as much as a Vizard mask, of course, but certainly not something to be discounted.

However, typically, the mask was in the form of a bear mask made of titanium. In Takehiko’s case, given that he had mastered the technique, he was capable of altering it. And this felt like a perfect moment to pay homage to one of the scariest individuals that the spiritual world had ever encountered, and who his god, Sozen, had killed in single combat. The mask that Takehiko wore was not a bear, but the Hollow mask worn by Zouma Santeku, made of spiritual steel.

Right now, Takehiko was capable of throwing Okusa Shogen around. He was capable of beating Irudai Izumi, released, in an arm wrestling contest. Hell, if his own Captain, Alexander Kuma-Hebi, had fought him at this moment, Takehiko would have been able to win and declare himself Captain of the division, which is a position he likely deserved but refused to take from his Captain. But none of those three was the individual that Takehiko was fighting.

Takehiko was fighting the Emperor of the Quincy, and that wasn’t something he could take lightly. Of course, if Takehiko had achieved it, now would be the time for him to unleash Bankai. But that wasn’t the case, Takehiko didn’t have Bankai, he hadn’t communed with his Zanpakutou spirit in a way that would grant him that. Instead, he twirled out two weapons, both his Zanpakutou a katana and a chain. The chain found its way to his right hand, while the katana found its way to his left.

“Rip Apart, Karamiau Heiki.” With those words, a violent storm of reiatsu poured out of both Zanpakutou as they merged and changed, slowly forming a long chain, which somehow still possessed the cutting capabilities of a sword. Takehiko hadn’t ever fought a foe that forced him to use his Shikai thus far, in many ways it was like a bankai: a power up for the few foes he couldn’t beat down with the basics. However, he was well aware that it wasn’t enough.

Karamiau Heiki’s special ability was “Overload”, which allowed it to augment the powers of the foes and Zanpakutou that it touched, with dangerous side effects. This power was a powerful one, albeit one he rarely needed to use. No one in Soul Society knew it’s properties, other than those with the Energy Sensory to commune with it. But this was the Emperor he was dealing with. For such a foe, he needed something more. And he had a contingency for this, based off of an old story he had heard of.

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Takehiko was well acquainted with Sozen’s life as a captain (understatement of the year), including his battle against the Septima Espada, Schultz Silverhult. During the battle, the Espada, while he was on the verge of death, unleashed a great power, known as Saigo No Houmen, a final release of sorts that allowed the user to tap into a great deal of raw physical power, at the cost of their reiatsu abilities. Forever. Once Saigo No Houmen was done, the user would revert into a normal human, or die. The specifics were unclear.

Saigo No Houmen was a final resort in every sense of the word, but Takehiko was convinced he’d finally come to the end of the line. That now, he had to go all out, or die trying. With a simple nod of his masked face to the Emperor, scare seconds after he had introduced himself, Takehiko connected both ends of the chain, and let loose the power of Karamiau Heiki, targeting itself. And the result was…spectacular, to say the least.

You know how when you hold up a microphone to a speaker, there is a horrible scratch of feedback as it amplifies the output which is then input again which is thus output and repeating the cycle over and over again? That’s what happened to Overload. It increased it’s own capabilities, which included increasing it’s own capabilities, which augmented it’s own capabilities, and so forth. This endless loop gave Takehiko the short lived power he would need for this fight.

A horrible blast of lightening shot outwards from Takehiko, flooding the room with bright light, as well as the distinct smell of ozone. Both of those sensations would be significantly more unpleasant to the Emperor, whose senses were unparalleled. Well, the flash of light wouldn’t be a problem. But what would be a problem was the horrible noise. The sound of a thousand thunders superimposed over each other, striking at a frequency that threatened to shatter the great ice walls that made up the Quincy fortress. Given the Emperor’s enhanced senses, he’d likely go deaf. Possibly forever.

If the Emperor had been capable of seeing, however, he’d have noticed that Takehiko’s appearance had changed significantly. His black hair had burst free from it’s ponytail, and now covered his back, uncontrolled. There was a white streak that covered the entire middle section of it, almost like a skunk’s back. His Zanpakutou had reverted from it’s bladed chain form to the katana that Takehiko was so famous for using, and had merged with his left arm, although his right one remained human-esque.

The katana, which had been defined by it’s battle scars all over the blade, was a thing of pristine beauty, undamaged, and surging with electrical power, sparks flying off of it in every possible direction. When Takehiko flexed his arm slightly, the katana bent, turning almost human arm looking for a second, but anytime the arm was held straight it looked indistinguishable from a blade. Whether it was actually shifting between two forms, or just appeared that way, was open for interpretation

The final thing worth noting would likely only effect Azumi and the Emperor himself, and possibly the Stern Ritter known as Baal, out of the people currently in Silbern right now with high amounts of energy sensory: Takehiko’s spiritual presence had vanished. Entirely. To those two energy sensory users, it would have been as if he had died and his soul had vanished into the soul cycle in a matter of moments, it was lost forever. Azumi’s sorrow would be unfortunate, but the benefit that came from it would have catastrophic effects on this fight.

With that, Takehiko had taken away the Emperor’s one last method of sensing him. With the smell of overwhelming smell of ozone blanketing the room because of the lightning, not to mention the horrible smash of thunder that would have destroyed the Emperor’s eardrums, and the fact that the Emperor already lacked eyesight, the Emperor could’ve at least relied on existing Energy Sensory to track Takehiko’s movement. But no more. This would be Takehiko’s swan song, a final release: Karanda Kirā.

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Final Attack Name Karanda Kirā.
Saigo No Houmen Stage 1 Stats:
Strength: 3750 (1500 x 2.5)
Speed: 800 (320 x 2.5)
Instinct: 130
Senses: 150
Energy Sensory: 0
Healing Expertise: 0
Light Aura: 50
Dark Aura: 50

And then, combat. Takehiko crossed the room in an instant, utilizing Shunpo Eichi to create a devastating shockwave that would rip through Silburn, and destabilize it further. The force of the shockwave was equal to Takehiko’s strength, which was already heavily augmented by the final release, but then was pushed even further by his mask. Yes, with the mask Takehiko had a speed of 2,000 and a strength of 9,375. Over 9000 indeed. The speed of the Shunpo was at 20,000, giving the Emperor no time to dodge.

The Shunpo Eichi brought Takehiko directly next to the Emperor, as the shockwave shattered all of the tiles in his lovely throne room, as well as possibly shattering the old man’s bones. Takehiko cocked back his right hand, as if about to throw a punch, but instead unleashed yet another Shunpo Eichi, putting Takehiko on the opposite side of the Emperor, and unleashing a point blank shockwave through the Emperor’s entire body. Then, as soon as he appeared on the other side of the Emperor, he threw a punch.

This, however, was no ordinary punch. An ordinary punch from Karanda Kira Takehiko was capable of shattering the Emperor’s blut, even if he had reinforced it with Gate. However, Takehiko had been bouncing around the room at insanely high speeds, and thus had worked up a massive heart rate. With his heart beating at high speeds, midway through the punch, he activated the Hakuda technique known simply as Do-Re-Mi.

The force of the blow, needless to say, was immense. It would strike at 18750 strength, and if the Emperor tried to block it with blut, Takehiko would likely punch out all of the blood in the old, blind man’s body. This battle was done. This war was done. This assassination was carried out. And most of all, Takehiko had a glimmer of hope that he would finally be able to impress Sozen.

Saigo No Houmen Stage 1: 1/6
Melee Hana 2: 1/7

[Sargon Denumic]

“Fucking weaklings where the hell is this Emperor they so willingly die to protect. That bitch better not have run.” Sargon was walking through the hallway with his hands in his coat pockets standing straight while he grew bored with everything white around him. Such a boring color that simply held no story just a blank slat that Sargon hoped to fill with the blood of those who slept in the halls. Sargon hadn’t actually realized it until this point, but it seemed this palace was something like a snow castle which only caused the Espada to spit on the floor of the hallway. As he came to the large white wall that seemed to block his path towards the Emperor Sargon thought over everything he knew about a Quincy and what possibly could take down the wall with minimum effort.

Sargon had thought about placing his hand on the bland surface thinking perhaps it shared the same weakness as those that created it and would simply melt away at his fingertips. Although Sargon never got the chance to test his theory for the wall seemed to just turn into steam within it the Espada saw a figure. His right eyebrow went up in question as his blood began to pump faster in hopes that the Emperor would be here to fight alone. However, when the figure stepped from the steam revealing his appearance the Espada just sighed in disappointment. The Quincy that now stood in front of him looked similar to that Captain he had faced atop of a mountain. Sargon was only put off by how boring this endeavor most likely would be due to the similarities between this Quincy and that Captain.

It was then that Sargon felt a massive pressure of reiatsu not far away. So large it made breathing more difficult even from the distance. Sargon had never felt such a thing in the past however that wasn’t the best thing for him to be feeling at the moment. His posture changed from high and mighty filled with pride and eyes that only showed how stern he was too slumbered over his face hidden by his hair. In those few moments this Quincy spoke about how Sargon was foolish to come alone that he could not have actually thought he could conquer the Emperor on his own. In the next moment the hallway filled with the reinforcements of Quincy behind Sargon. It seemed they planned to trap Sargon and discard him while he was alone. They didn’t know though Sargon only played well when alone.

In the instant following the arrival of the reinforcements Sargon let out a blood chilling scream that seemed to reflect off of the walls in the hallway followed up by what could only be the laughter of a maniacal. His laugher was so loud as if he was screaming it yet in truth it was the overwhelming excitement that the Espada felt at the immense spiritual pressure that had wash over him. That pressure had awoken the bloodlust in the Espada and immediately sent him out of control causing the most dangerous side of him to fight this four eyed Quincy leader. Sargon head shot up his left pupil shaking yet so small it was as if the Arrancar was drugged. What possibly would be considered the most unpleasant aspect of his new look was the fact Sargon was actually licking the air with his head slightly tilted to the left as he looked at the Quincy in front of him.

In the next instant Sargon would disappear from every single Quincy in the hallway only to appear less than a moment later yet not alone. When the Espada reappeared in front of the Quincy General a type of sonic boom came with him that would bounce off of the walls. Sargon had utilized the technique known as Sonido Grande which actually had caused his own legs to begin bleeding slightly and his clothing to tire in random places yet the boom was going to off set this General in a way that made him wish it had been the cause of his death right there and then. As Sargon would appear he knew that a force of wind of a decent strength would press off against the General maybe managing to cut the individual a small amount.

Sargon though would immediately after reappearing jump slightly of the ground with a shriek followed up by the Espada pulling his zanpakuto from his back and slashing downward across the left side of the General’s chest. Sargon was in a lost state of mind that was only ruled by his bloodlust his normal style of fighting which normally only humiliated others and postponed fights was gone replaced by one that overwhelmed most and resulted in swift deaths that only ended in disappointment for the Espada. As his black claymore sliced across the chest of this General Sargon’s body would spin around to the right. While he spun the Arrancar would grip the hilt with both hands and drive the blade into the chest of the General. Many would never go farther against any foe simply due to believing that it would be a waste yet Sargon was lost and lifted his right index finger up from the hilt and pointed at the center of General’s face. A wide grin swept across the face of the Arrancar as a bala was fired off at point blank range right for the face of the General.

Remaining Reiatsu: 5150/6000