The End Arrives [PG13, NDE]

[Zou ۞]

Thread Title: The End Arrives: Part 1
Participants: Kuroi Naito, Senshi Odayakama
World: Soul Society
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: PG-13
Location: Outside of the gates of Seireitei.
Special Conditions: None.
Circumstances: This is part 1 of a multi-thread invasion of the Soul Society by Kuroi. In this, he has not arrived alone. Whilst visiting a location called the Hell Forge in the deepest underground of Menos Forest, Kuroi kidnapped a smith there and forced him to design an army and a vessel that could carry them.

Kuroi has thus arrived with a large, white ship more resembling an airship than one for the sea. Contained within it, tens of thousands of Mod Souls loyal to Kuroi make up the bulk of his private forces. Kuroi is the first to step out of this large ship in front of the rickety walls of Seireitei.

He is cloaked in a black hood and wears a mask on his face. Without revealing his identity, he demands the appearance of the Captain Commander for combat.

Immediate to act against him, a squadron of seated and unseated officers numbering as high as one hundred appear before him. Effortlessly, Kuroi kills all of them, until only one is left standing. Senshi.

Now, against all odds, what can Senshi do before this masked man?

[Senshi Odayakama (Crimson.)]

Senshi had stood there agape with her eyes wildly shaking at the field of corpses around her. The man had effortlessly killed her comrades in arms next to her in a flash, and she was the last one remaining. Senshi's Zanpakutou shook in her left hand as she witnessed the masked man watching her. The man had not only been able to kill the unseated officers, but the seated ones with ease as well. Senshi was an unseated officer. True she may have been a skilled and talented one, but this was too much. His spiritual energy radiated death and destruction for her, but...she had to try. She had a duty to withhold as a Shinigami. She would face this man and die for Soul Society if so be it. 

Senshi's cerulean blue eyes had narrowed and steeled with determination as suddenly, several humanoid beings had appeared all around her. They all appeared uniformed and the same in appearance and had featureless appearances on them. They were all replicated and emotionless as they lacked fear. Senshi had realized THIS was the time to use Shonin Joka to the fullest potential. "Extend above the heavens and fly! Shonin Joka!" Senshi's blade had shined a encompassing red for a moment as a powerful wind would blow around her form. Senshi's unsealed blade was a normal katana standing at around five feet tall. However, now it was a tanto standing a measly three quickly flipped into the reversal grip. The wind had dispersed as the mod soul soldiers had charged toward the lone Shinigami.

As the first had leapt at her in reckless abandon, the crimson woman had sliced its head in half in one decisive motion vertically before quickly stepping back seeing her enemies had surrounded her and were now going to attempt to overwhelm her. One had charged her front and another to her back as Senshi had quickly acted. The mod soul in her front had attempted to slam a fist into chest only for Senshi to swiftly sidestep and use her martial art skill to twist the arm around and shove the blank creature in the opposite direction as she quickly spun stabbing her blade through the second opponents skull. Then as the first mod soul had recovered from its stumble it had been stabbed through the chest by Senshi's blade.

The enemies around her were gathering more and more, and Senshi didn't have time to waste so much stamina and energy. However, if she didn't it would surely be the death of her. Suddenly a shadow had formed above her as it slowly grew in size whilst descending. Senshi had instinctively ran and leapt forward as the Mod Soul above her had slammed both fists down onto the ground in an undertaker smash causing the earth to crack and lift from the sheer force. Now she knew she could NOT afford to let these things touch her. Senshi had taken the offensive rushing to the closest mod soul and slicing its head off clean from its shoulders before quickly rushing passed the crumpled figure to the next obstacle in her path.

Senshi had performed a crescent kick to the right side of the figures cheek before leaping on top stabbing her blade through it's abdomen. Shonin Joka in all this time was gaining energy to become stronger. However...the next sight had enraged the reaper as she saw that some of these creatures had taken up arms the blades of her fallen Shinigami allies. "You monsters! All of you get out of my way!" Dashing with new vigor, Senshi's breathing had went faster and faster. Grabbing a Asauchi which had been sticking out from the floor handle up, she had ran with a battle cry into the small horde of Mod Soul.

Shonin Joka was now the length of a normal Katana as Senshi held her now dual blades in a loose combat formation. Slicing outward with her Release, she had sliced not only through the blade of the next combatant, but his whole upper torso in a vertical formation as well. Using the blank blade in her opposite hand, she had clashed blades with yet another soldier before swiftly using Shonin Joka to stab into the foot of the being. She realized now that they were incapable of pain as well as feeling. Senshi had grit her teeth before forcing the mod soul back from the clash as she quickly avoided a stab aimed for her chest before impaling the soldier's throat. This was what war felt like? This was battle?! 

She had killed eight other mod soul in a similar fashion as she stood there panting. There were more and more, but at this point they stepped back from the scene simply amassing in larger numbers as she had killed 16 mod soul total so far. However, one final blank figure had rushed at her only for Senshi to yell stabbing into its chest grappling it as her blade had pierced its other end. Senshi looked mad...filled with rage as she gasped for air. Kuroi may have noticed Senshi's blade had been stealing reiatsu from his soldiers as she fought every time she had hit them and had so far had seen her blade grow to its original five foot state. What did this all mean? It was then Senshi had stood straight and tall as she flicked the blood off of her blade. She didn't know why her enemies stopped, but she would face all of them no matter the cost!

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Shikai:1/10
Reiatsu Gained and Stored:2850. Remaining Reiatsu Stored=50
Length Of Sword:5,1 (700 Reiatsu Used)
Offensive Power of Sword:1400 (2000 Reiatsu Used)
Senshi's Blade had hit 16 Mod Souls and one twice. The 17th had been stabbed and impaled for the post:2850 Reiatsu

Senshi's Reiatsu Reserves: 2600/2800
-200 Shikai 

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Stats:

Strength:(70x.75)= 52

Speed:150

Spiritual Pressure:280

Reiatsu Strength:(400x1.5)=600

Light Aura:75

Dark Aura:25

Instinct:100

Senses:100

Energy Sensory:0

Wound Expertise:0


Total:1100

Skills:

Analyzing:1

Learning:1

Weapons*:1[Swords]

Martial Arts*:1[Aikido]

Battle Analysis:1

Mental Enchantation:1

Pain Tolerance:1

Kido:1

8/16 SKP

[Zou ۞]

The masked man watched the unseated Shinigami do away with several of his subordinates. All of the ones beaten were mere fodder, foot soldiers that he could do without. It was an opportunity to evaluate what kinds of threat a Shinigami posed to them. Thus far it appeared that any Shinigami that unlocked Shikai would fare well against these inferior specimen. Indeed, once, Shinigami of even this pathetic level had been the pinnacle of what Hollows should fear. Regular Hollows had never understood the terrifying power levels of a Captain. Even many of the Espada hadn't been quite certain of the might of Captains until the first war of Las Noches against Seireitei. It had been then that the Espada had realized... Hollows were more powerful than Shinigami. Thus, the man in the black mask surmised that he could likely find a way to upgrade these foot soldiers of his to make them stronger than an average Shikai wielder.

A flash of black light ignited the masked man's right hand, producing his Zanpakuto. He did not plan on wasting time. A minor exertion of gravitational pressure would be more than enough, and using it, he forced this female Shinigami's knees to shake. She would feel as if she was being pressed into the ground from above, as if gravity had intensified several dozen times. Yet this was only the masked man holding back, striking her with what would feel like the gravitational pressure of only one or two power classes up. This would slow her down, though her speed was worthless enough that the masked man likely hadn't even needed to do that. His swift Sonido up to her was followed by a sword strike. He was too fast both in approaching her and in slashing at her for any sort of dodging to take place. In fact, it wouldn't have mattered. He wasn't targeting her. He was targeting her weapon. Strong as its reiatsu had become, the weapon class for an Arrancar Zanpakuto depended on the user.

Because of the sheer superiority in power class, the man in the black cloak and mask would see his blade cut into the very root of the opponent's Zanpakuto and sever the blade. A second and third slash in the air cut the now severed blade into several more pieces. The three broken pieces of metal would hit the floor and leave the weak, female Shinigami nonseat with only a hilt to hold now, not even a blade. That was the might of who she was facing. He was too important for her to engage. He didn't need to bait her out or make her despair. All he needed to do was destroy her like the other one hundred fodder that had come before her. He noted with his sensory capabilities that her cutting strength had been impressive. It would even have been enough to penetrate his Hierro, which was a feat not many could brag about. But, without the blade, there was no use in strengthening it. Quickly severing it was all that the masked man needed to do.

The mighty Arrancar's gravitational pressure let up, but without her sword, what was Senshi going to do? It had been a released weapon, too. Now it was destroyed. At least she'd had the sense to tap into Shikai early. In honor of that, perhaps he'd let her live. "Facing me would be foolish." the masked man said. "If you run away now, you may yet live." His superior stature and height towered over her. His shadow loomed powerful and she would be trapped within it. His reiatsu was extremely powerful, moreso than she could hope to match now. He held up his weapon and his spiritual energies burned through it, igniting black reiatsu around his body and red reiatsu in the shape of an inverted cross from his guard up to the tip of his blade. The glows of black and red light illuminated Senshi's face. It might be the last thing she ever saw. The Arrancar looked down on her. One chance. That was all she deserved.

Kuroi's Remaining Reiatsu: 4900 Reiatsu

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Strength - [200{1/2}(100)] (125) Points

Speed - [400] (500) Points

Spiritual Pressure - [400] (500) Points

Reiatsu Strength - [400{x2.5}(1000)] (1250) Points

Light Aura - [0] Points

Dark Aura - [100] Points

Instinct - [200] (250) Points

Senses [200] (250) Points

Energy sensory - [100] (125) Points

Healing Expertise - [400] (500) Points


Total SP: 2300 Points

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[Weapons: Sword] {4}

[Battle Analysis] {4}

[Analyzing] {3}

[Pain Tolerance] {3}

[Battle Abilities Other: Mixed Martial Arts (Kung Fu/BJJ/Muay Thai)] {3}

[Calm Mind] {2}

[Senshi Odayakama (Crimson.)]

As the young woman felt the gravity press on her, the young individual shook as she looked to the masked man. His Zanpakutou formed in a flash of black and he had vanished from sight appearing in front of her. This was not a monster like that other Arrancar she had faced. This man was a god. Senshi had seen him slice downward with his blade. If only he could see the fear in her eyes in that brief moment.

The broken Shikai's blade had flown in the air as it had been sliced twice more before clanging to the floor, and at that moment Senshi too had fallen to her knees. Senshi had dropped her hilt as she looked to her shattered sword as if...apologetic. She had reached forward to grab a single piece as she held it in her palm squeezing it tightly as her hand bled. She was ashamed to have lost yet again and to have her blade shattered. She was a loser...a failure.

He had said that facing him would be foolish...and had given her the "chance" of mercy. She was given the chance to run and live to fight another day...or die here and become another casualty amongst the mountain of corpses. The second blank Asauchi she had was tossed and discarded as she slowly looked up the Arrancar. Her eyes would stare into his for a moment as her cerulean blue eyes seemed to well with tears. "I know where my loyalties lie. If I run now, and let you pass...then more may die from your destruction then if I succeed to stall you for one more minute. If I ran now with that guilty part of my conscience as I watched you kill all of my comrades. I wouldn't be able to live with myself anyways.

Senshi had looked at the man with a fiery look in her eyes as she had made a bold action. Suddenly clenching the blade within her hand, it had rapidly extended still having the force of 1400 offensive damage aimed to stab into the man's leg as she dashed forward. She had attempted to do so as she let out a cry of battle. Tears flew as she had made her final action. She was prepared to die fighting this man to the best of her ability. She would not be a coward as she would fight until she could no longer! She would die like an ant, but she would be able to perhaps stall him so another one may live!

She would attempt to grab the man's shirt as she kneeled with her blade now inserted in his kneecap as she would twist it left and right whilst her blade would absorb what little reiatsu it could from the man. Senshi looked pale...as if she were going to die any moment even without his assistance. She had used all of her remaining reiatsu reserves as her skin turned pale...and she panted heavily as her heart grew faint. She had released his shirt clenching at her chest as she would speak...her grip on her blade weakening. "I...tried Shonin Joka...I...tried."

Her blade had absorbed a 300 reiatsu from the man as it then began to crack and disperse into particles as Senshi had clenched her hand on the man's shirt tightly one more time before she went limp and slammed onto the floor beneath him. She performed her duty to the best of her ability...and she failed. She was prepared to pay for the consequences of her actions. She was prepared to throw it all away as now she was as she was before completely at Kuroi's mercy. Little did Senshi know however that Shonin Joka had sacraficed itself to save Senshi's reserves. By giving up all of its sharpness, length, and properties it had given her a quarter of the 2700 reiatsu from before as well as the 2600 she spent now. Her skin was semi normal now...but it made no difference.

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Reiatsu Remaining:
1325/2800
-2600 from Putting it into Length allowing the blade to grow 260% longer
+1325 from Shonin Joka surrendering everything back and giving it to the user.

[Zou ۞]

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How worthless. Yet another pathetic speech about duty, or honor, or some other moral drivel. This Arrancar had heard it many times. He sensed the reiatsu build up in her as she prepared for her last seconds in this fight. Delay him a minute? She would not last even for ten more seconds. All he could say in response was, "Then you will die braver than most." The masked man saw the blade incoming. He had sensed it preparing. Trying to stab him. It had enough offensive power to do it, but it did not have enough strategy to accomplish getting that far. The masked man calculated the angle of the attack versus the angle and timing at which this worthless Shinigami was approaching him. Arms outstretched to try to grab the masked man, or something of the sort. It was all so desperate. Trivial. Pathetic. This nameless, unseated Shinigami trying to slow him down for a full minute? It would have been more prudent to have done so by running away and attempting to bring back reinforcements.

The masked man utilized Sonido Garra, which allowed the masked man's slashing arm to accelerate into his full Sonido speed for the momentum of his slash attack. That was far faster than Senshi could even comprehend. Could even try to counter. He stepped forward as he did this, meeting a precise angle that he had calculated. As his foot came down it pressed hard into the dirt, elastic. His blade carved through the incoming one first on the way to its true target, doing so with such speed and force that the now broken bit of blade was sent flying away and all that was left was a chipped and beginning to crack shadow of a fragment in its owner's grasp. But the attack did not stop there. The blade had extended enough to be only one of many targets using that speed filled slash. Next, Senshi's arms, outstretched for the blade attack and also to try to grab the Arrancar's collar, were slashed off at the elbows. This would leave both arms missing and blood spurting from heavy wounds.

What followed was the real destination of the blade, which was the body. It ended its attack with the tip carving up Senshi's chest in a straight line, so deep that it risked opening her up and exposing her organs. It also left a gash across her neck by the end of it so that she might struggle to breathe. Her wounds by this point would be terrible. She would be broken beyond belief and bleeding out rapidly. That wasn't the end. The masked man had stepped into his strike and pressed hard down on his foot, ready for another movement. Even if by some miracle the blade survived and continued to attack him, or some other attack came forth, it did not matter. The Arrancar's step suddenly pushed him into a Sonido past the girl. It both followed and completed his Sonido Garra, finishing his sword strike that left her disarmed and carved as he moved past her. And, as he moved past her, yet another attack.

A Bala from his left hand as he passed her ignited the space behind him. At that close range it did not have space to grow to its full size, but when it struck the ground next to her it did grow large enough that its hot surface would reach her legs and disintegrate them, leaving her legs as ashes and giving her only cauterized stumps. It would also serve to create a powerful shockwave which blasted away any other blade fragments. Because they were merely small fragments, they were light, and would be blasted far away and out of view. All of this happened in less than a second when Senshi attempted to strike. It was hopeless for her. If she tried even anything else, it would be useless. Without limbs, without a Zanpakuto, what could she possibly ever hope to accomplish? As the masked man arrived before the gate at long last, he was met by a huge, twenty foot tall Shinigami. The guardian of the gate. A simple motion of his blade, and that guardian's sword and body were both split in half.

The masked man stood before the gate, not even looking back to acknowledge Senshi, even if his senses and energy sensory were extended and ready. Without the Seki Seki stone that had once made up the wall, he easily carved through this broken portion, and prepared to enter Seireitei.

Kuroi's Remaining Reiatsu: 4650 Reiatsu

[Senshi Odayakama (Crimson.)]

It was too late...her efforts were in vain as she failed to stop him. However, she had succeeded in stalling him for 11 seconds at least. Now as the man's blade had slashed down vanishing from sight, her brain wouldn't even comprehend the speed of which he was moved...and within a moment, her arms were severed from the elbows as they along with her broken blade were sent flying through the air. Senshi would have screamed in agony, but never had the chance as suddenly she was sliced upward from her chest and then her throat. She had been tossed backwards as she skid whilst the man had then dissapeared from sight yet again. Senshi had only coughed and gurgled on her blood once as she bled horribly.

It was when her legs were suddenly incinerated, that she again was sent flying and then rolling as nothing but a torso as she laid still. She surely died as her blue cerulean eyes were dim. She wasn't even conscious anymore as she continued to bleed while the battle raged on. Slowly she shut her eyes as her breathing grew and more labored. She didn't expect to be saved by the stray medic who had been found outside of Seireitei at the moment. The pain of course must have been unbearable if she could actually think.

As the man approached Seireitei, death and destruction remained. There was no way anyone could stop this monster. She was knocked off as if she were less than an ant...less than trash. She never had a chance to begin with. However, she would get stronger. She would become so powerful than she would be laughing upon the world. Senshi was a young Shinigami with very little experience, but she would grow from the ones she did experience. She needed to just...work for it.

The healing process was slow as her wounds were extremely serious. However, for now the medic was just trying to get her stable as suddenly several other Shinigami had appeared mobilizing for a counter attack on the mod soul army and the Arrancar as there may be some hope after all. War was occurring in Seireitei as this was Senshi's first...surely not her last.

[Amagai Kuchiki]

150 TP Senshi
180 TP Kuroi