Bleach: Ascension of a New Generation

daniel_gudman

KING (In Land of Blind)
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#26
"Stupid Gigai!" Komono gasped, stumbling to a halt in front of the big whole in the side of the three-story building.

Bored, Komono had gone out to familiarize himself with the territory that the group was responsible for. Then he'd felt the presence of a Hollow. As a shinigami, it was his duty to deal with Hollows, so he'd reached for his soul candy.

He didn't have any soul candy.

He was stuck in the Gigai.

So his only option was to sprint. In the Gigai.

So here he was, stumbling up to the hole in the wall in his weak Gigai body in uncomfortably tight modern clothes (Komono didn't even know pants came in plaid), ready to puke his guts out.

But the Hollow wouldn't wait, so he persevered.

Only the Hollow presence had flared. Then two more spirit presences had emerged, and then the Hollow was gone.

Komono was too late, but apparently that was okay.

Komono waffled, breathing heavily as he stared at the hole in the wall. Finally he sucked in his breath, and hurried after the two presences he had felt earlier.

Turning a corner on a poorly-lit side street, he saw them: A Gigai even lamer than his carrying a severely wounded probably-human.

"Hey!" He wheezed. Swallowing, he continued when the one carrying the other turned to meet his eyes. "Are you okay? Need any help?"
 

GenocideHeart

Well-Known Member
#27
(((Ugh, I'm late. Here's my post. I'm also setting up a possible chat between my character and Kerrus's...)))


Cressida was distracted.

For the most part, it was because of the one Shinigami with a peculiar aura that had attracted her attention earlier. She could not quite figure out what disturbed her about him, and given how the Shinigami's companions acted as if nothing was wrong, she was fairly sure she was the only one who noticed the oddity at all.

Admittedly, it was a tiny ripple in the reiatsu of the young Shinigami - Azer Grey was the name he introduced himself with, and it was the only name out of the lot she bothered to remember - but Cressida's gift had always been precision, and that extended to her senses as well.

Another thing that distracted her was an anomalous flare of reiatsu in the general direction of Urahara's shop. She was not concerned - the eccentric Shinigami was more than capable of dealing with intruders - but it was an unusual occurrence, and she hated it when unplanned events happened.

Cressida was temporarily distracted from her thoughts by the fidgeting of a couple of the nearby Shinigami. Apparently, her stony gaze and cold demeanor was unnerving them. She shrugged. They would have to learn to deal with it, just like all those who came before them.

"Um..."

The artificial human looked up as she was brought out of her reverie by the sound of someone clearing their throat. Her right eyebrow raised as she found herself face to face with the very same Shinigami whose peculiar feeling was disturbing her.

"Yes?" she inquired...
 

Jizzle

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#28
Sachiko sat down on her bed with a sigh. It had been a long day. Graduating, getting placed in some bizarre super team full of shikais, barely getting out of that tunnel (damn she needed to be faster), meeting an eccentric legend with terrible fashion sense...

With that thought, she happened to look up and into a mirror. She froze.

Sachiko's mind went from completely stalled to super speed trying to figure out what had happened.

As she reached the inevitable conclusion that the member of the fourth division responsible for supplying clothes was both blind and filled with bitter hatred for the sighted, a knock came at her door.

Answering the door revealed a brown haired little girl carrying a small pile of clothes.

"Hello, um, Yuzu was it? What can I do for you."

Yuzu smiled, though there was a tinge of pain as she beheld Sachiko's current outfit.

"My mom and I thought you might, well, that you might prefer a different set of clothes. I mean, if we're overstep-"

Yuzu's overly polite little ramble was abruptly cut off as Sachiko keeled down and pulled her into a tight hug.

"Thank you."

After a second or two, Sachiko cut of the hug of endless gratitude and took the pile of clothes, wiping a small tear from her eye.

"If there's anything I can ever do to help" Sachiko started to say, but was cut off by a shout.

"Hey leader, our soul candy is here!"

Damn it. She had totally forgot about that. Good thing she hadn't gone out yet, or she could have gotten in serious trouble.

After saying goodbye to Yuzu, Sachiko changed into the sensible long, dark blue skirt and white blouse. She proceeded to stoically resist the urge to burn what she had just changed out of.

A brief conversation with leader later, and Sachiko had her soul candy and was back standing in her room.

'Well, might as well meet the person who's going to take care of my gigai before I go train.' she thought before going ahead and knocking back the little violet pill.
 

Jizzle

Well-Known Member
#29
With a flash, a shingami robe clad Sachiko burst out of her gigai. Turning back around, she realized how weird it was going to be working with someone who looked exactly like her in every detail but the clothes. Oh well, best to get off on the right foot.

Sachiko bowed formally and introduced herself. "I am Katou Sachiko, and we will be working together. Pleased to meet you."

Straightening up, Sachiko noticed a very unfamiliar expression on her face. Well, the mod soul's face, which just happened to be her own. (This was going to get confusing.)

The nose was upturned. The lips were pursed. The eyes were sweeping over everything in the room with a bored, detached gaze.

The mod soul sniffed, honest to god haughtily sniffed, and then sighed.

"Such an annoyance, the way the keep pairing me up with women. And they types of women! I mean, being forced into a female body is bad enough, but then it's one like, well..."

At this, the soul looked down the length of the gigai and the over his shoulder to see the back.

Another sniff followed.

Sachiko's eye twitched. 'What's this bastard saying about women's bodies, about my body?'

"Well, no helping it I suppose." the soul continued on obliviously. "My name is Luvaria Xerenos Hitana Jerebel Yamaki..."

Sachiko's eye gave another, more violent twitch. Her hands curled into fists.

"Judea Kristos Vladimir Arturas Amar-oof." The oof was the air being driven from Mr. long name's lungs as Sachiko punched him in the solar plexus, easily doubling him over.

"What do you thi-yuhyuh..." the mod soul's righteous fury trailed off in fear as he looked up into the eyes of a demon.

"From now on, you're Ren." said Sachiko definitively.

Ren gulped and gathered his courage. This was no demon. This was a fairly average Japanese woman turned shinigami. Certainly no match for the likes of a magnificent Illumina!

"Now see here, if you must shorten my name, I insist on L-urk"

Once again, Ren was cut short, this time by a vicious side kick that drove him backwards so hard that he bounced off a wall. Falling to the floor, he curled up, clutching his stomach which had been struck so forcibly twice in a very short period of time.

"Ren."

"Y-yeah, silly me."

Sachiko stood over Ren for a few seconds, savoring victory before continuing with "introductions."

"Usually I'm not this violent" said Sachiko with complete honesty, even though Ren didn't believe her at all, "but you got off on the wrong foot by being incredibly rude and, well, just pissing me off a lot. Let's try to be better partners in the future."

With that, Sachiko reached down and helped Ren up to his feet.

"Let's get started with that better partner thing by getting to know eachother's strengths and weaknesses, combat wise" Sachiko cheerfully continued, acting as if she had not meted out severe violence but three minutes ago.

"I guess my best area right now is hand to hand, but that's more from serious hard work than any natural talent. I'm more of a kido type naturally, so that will probably become my biggest strength going forward. I have a lot of work in houhou, though. How about you? What do you do?"

Ren wasn't exactly in the best of moods at that moment, but he couldn't help but be cheered up at the prospect of doing what he loved most; talk about how awesome he was.

"I use my spiritual energy to greatly enhance any and all capabilities of whosoever I choose." said Ren as pompously as was possible given that he was still slightly winded from the blows to his solar plexus.

Sachiko scrunched up her nose and chewed her lip in thought. "So a purely support type, huh? Pretty handy, though you're in trouble if you get separated from your partner. Mmm, we need a way to test it out..."

Usually, Ren would jump at the chance to show off, but he felt less than helpful at the moment and so did not volunteer any convenient ways to demonstrate his ability.

Sachiko's face lit up with inspiration. "I got it. Can you enhance spirit detection ability."

"I believe I already mentioned I could improve any power."

"Well, I developed a pretty accurate spirit sense, for kido experiments and stuff, but my range sucks. Sensing too far makes me dizzy. How about you boost my range, and I scan the city? I'll get a spiritual lay of the land, and we can try out working together, all in one go." Sachiko was pretty proud of the idea.

Ren just sniffed. "I suppose so. Prepare yourself. It is easy to be overwhelmed by the rush of pure power I bring on."

Sachiko just rolled her eyes and focused on sensing spiritual pressure. Suddenly, a wave of bizarre reiatsu washed over and through her, and her senses started to rapidly expand outward.

There were a lot of significant spiritual presences. More than she expected. All her fellow shinigami in the inn, minus Yakumo and Komono, though Azer felt really off. The Kurosaki women all registered pretty strong for humans.

And then her senses were extending beyond the park. Yakumo appeared to be wandering aimlessly. Off in totally different direction there was a strange presence. Quincy, maybe? And there was Komono, running as fast as his gigai could carry him. What was he running toward.

Oh. That hollow and two other presences. The hollow was strong, but Sachiko had been totally oblivious to its presence. 'Really need to work on my range' she thought to herself.

The hollow's presence abruptly ceased, leaving Sachiko to wonder at the strangeness of the other two. One felt familiar in an odd way, like she had sensed something like it before. Recently even. She couldn't place it, though, and the second one was completely foreign.

Oh crap. Komono just showed up. Without a gigai. The two felt pretty low, like maybe they were tired from fighting the hollow? But what if they weren't? What if they were hostile?

'If you could flashstep worth a damn, you could get him a gigai, but no, you just had to focus on hakuda above all else, huh?'

Well, nothing to do then but see what happened, and if it turned hostile, run to back up Komono as fast as possible.
 
#30
((Geez! This is what I get for not paying attention. Thanks a million for covering me, Decibels))

Ryota sighed and watched Yakumo step out into the night, making sre his own reiphone was on before he headed back for his room. The elder Kurosaki had been kind enough to give him afew of his shirts and slacks, but as the door closed, he took a moment to glare down at what he was currently wearing.

"...pink hawiian shirt.." he muttered, having just read about this particular style of clothing. If it hadn't been given with such an earnest smile, Takahiro would have accused the man of just plain being spiteful. But compared to his previous look, which he read to be more of the 'gay disco-dancer' style, it would suffice for the time being.

Tomorrow would be a chance to get new clothes, since he had spent the day getting acquainted with the city. Realizing the gigai actually were barely stronger then the average human proved annoying, though he honestly doubted he'd need much more then that when he could finally eject out of said body.

Pushing those thoughts out of his head, he sat back down and resumed reading, thumbing through the pages he was sure he'd read. All in all, it seemed similar to Soul Society in terms of social circles, people, but without the chance to get paid for killing giant monsters.

That was a pity.

He set his book aside and picked up the small piece of Soul Candy, examing it between his fingertips. "Time to get aquainted with myself." He chuckled and lobbed the pill into his mouth, feeling it slide down his throat just before he erupted from the body and turned around to face himself.

His others self had a very stoic expression, slowly getting to his feet and bowing before him. "Good day. My name is Rai, and I will be fillinf in for your gigai while you are away."

Okay, he was already starting to like this guy. "Ryota Takahiro. It is a pleasure to meet you, Rai." Ryota bowed in kind. "Do you have any special abilities, Rai?"

"Of course." He watched the gigai's chest swell faintly in pride. "I am able to use reiatsu as a conduit for gathering electricity, and use it as a weapon."

Ryota's real eyes widened. "Really? That is going to be a useful skill, considering where we are."

"Oh?" Rai sat up, then noticed something inside his pocket. He leaned to the side and pulled out the reiphone, blinking and staring at the glowing screen and shiny buttons. So shiny...

"Yes. We are in a very important location, and I need you......you're not paying any more attention to me, are you?"

"huh?"

"...of course not." Ryota facepalmed, shaking his head and grumbling under his breath as he seriously considered hitting his gigai with something blunt. His sheathe would have to do.

*BONK* "OW! What was that for?"

"Because you were fixed on the damned screen!"

"It's because of my connection to electricity! I can't help it if there's a bizarre appeal to these mechanical marvels."

Damn. He had him there. "Fine, but if you're attention wavers while on the job, I'll feed you to the nearest stray I can find. Understood?"

Rai quickly nodded before he was dispelled from the gigai.

Ryota glanced down at the pill in his hand, and just sighed again. "I really hope I didn't get the idiot of the bunch."
 

zerohour

Well-Known Member
#31
The suit of armor froze, staring at the gigai-bound shinigami.

"Hey! Can you hear me?"

He had to make a decision. Should he run? Say nothing? Fightng was out of the question. Maybe if his "partner" was awke, but after that fight...

"What the?!"

He was saved from making a choice, as the street began to tear itself a part. As the two conscious people stared at the still growing tear, a blade began to appear at it cut a swath of destruction on the newly laid asphalt.

"Get out of here!" Komono yelled, but by the time Machigau heard it, it was too late, as the blade ripped through the armored figure. As Machigau fell, the blade abruptly turned, and began to seek the shinigami. Komono jumped to the side, easily dodging the blade, but it slowly vanished once again.

"Where'd it go?" he asked himself, only to feel pain lance through his leg.

"How?" he gasped, falling to his knees.

"Stupid shinigami. Can't even leave your pathetic gigai." A voice emitted from the blade, as it cut its way through a nearby building. It stopped, hovering abov it, and slowly, a figure began to manifest below it.

"A hollow?!"

"That's right. It's been a long time since I've seen a shinigami. I remember them beinga bit tougher than this though. I guess you're just weak."

Komono didn't respond, merely gritting his teeth in pain and fury.

"Still, even as weak as you are, you'll make a delicious meal!" the hollow roared, as it lunged forward to sate its hunger.

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Cressida was distracted from her imminent conversation by the sound of a ringing phone. Through out the Inn, the various shinigami received similar calls.


Hollow Attack
Itsurugi Museum
100 meters
10:30 PM

After a few seconds, Ryota sighed, before shouting orders. "Alright guys, this is our first Hollow, so let's take care of it fast! SHinigami, move out!"
 

GenocideHeart

Well-Known Member
#32
Cressida snorted in amusement as the new Shinigami scrambled to engage their first battle. After a brief moment of thought, she decided that waiting and watching was the most sensible course of action: if this group of newbies was inept to the point they couldn't even take on a lone Hollow with the numbers advantage, it would be best to find out sooner rather than later.

Of course, she couldn't just let them get themselves eaten, either, no matter how tempted she was by the thought. Professionality had always been a big point in Cressida's behavior. Sighing, she grabbed the cloth bundle her weapon rested in and unveiled it.

A sharp intake of breath let her know that the huge rifle she had unveiled hadn't gone unnoticed. A cough attracted her attention, and she swiveled her head to stare at Ryota, who was looking at her weapon.

"Uh, Cressida-san? You may want to let us handle this. Firearms don't work on Hollows..."

"Master Urahara built this gun," she interrupted him. "I assure you, it will work very, very well on anything, be they Hollows or Shinigami."

With that, she turned on her heels and launched herself out of the window, disappearing in the night. The wind carried her voice back to the group as they stared at the spot she had been in.

"I will go on ahead and recon the area. I suggest you are not late... letting humans get eaten by Hollows on your first mission would not look good on your resume."
 
#33
As much as he wanted to contend the use of such a weapon actually working, he had a feeling that Urahara guy was smart enough to know it already. "Well, alright then. Then just be careful." he adjusted his sword at his hip, sparing another glance at the phone before making his way outside.

As he waited for the others, he glanced at his zanpakto, then back to the darkness. Bah! He didn't need his shikai! It would come to him when it was good and ready to do so. Until then, he'd just have to prove he was strong enough to do his job without it!

When the others finally arrived, he nodded and began to sprint for their destination. "Everyone stay close! We don't have any idea what the Hollow can do, so no showboating just yet. Be ready for anything!" He barked, taking a deep breath as they ran.

"Let's make our first mission a memorable one, team!"
 

Jizzle

Well-Known Member
#34
Sachiko's eyes snapped open as a second hollow popped out of nowhere. "Shit, Komono`s screwed! Ren, I need you to switch to enhancing speed, and hang on to my back. We have to move."

Ren grumbled but got on and started to channel his power into enhancing Sachiko's speed. Just as he got on, Sachiko's phone went off, but she barely looked at it before shutting it off.

"Ready, OK, good." And with that, Sachiko tore off toward Ryota's room. With only the briefest of hurried conversations, Sachiko took off toward Komono with a spirit pill while Ryota stayed behind to rally the troops.

Rushing toward's Komono, Sachiko's thoughts raced in growing panic for a few seconds before her natural defense mechanism kicked in and she started viewing things with an odd kind of detached logic.

'Too bad I cannot really flashstep. This speed enhancement is incredible just for my running. If I had an average flash step that was enhanced the same amount, I would almost certainly arrive in time to get Komono his spirit candy. As it is, he'll be dead barring fantastic defensive manuvers. Or maybe the hollow will want to play with his food. One can hope...'

And so one painfully long minute later, Sachiko arrived on the scene.
 

decibels

Well-Known Member
#35
(phew, been awhile since I, or anybody else really it seems, posted anything in here. Let's see if we can't kick start this sucker!)

Yakumo's wanderings had taken him from the Kurosaki's inn to a nearby park and then on towards downtown Karakura Town. He currently stood atop one of the short office buildings in the shadow of a large ad sign situated on the top of the building in full shinigami garb. Just barely illuminated by the fading sunlight and the various lights of the city that had started to wink on was his Gigai leaning lazily against one of the support struts of the sign.

He'd originally planned on practicing his shunpo skills in the park he'd found but discovered that moving in a straight line wasn't that much of a challenge for him. Right now he was limited on how fast he could go by his reiatsu levels. He knew how to go faster than he could currently go right now he simply didn't have the energy to do so without more than likely sending himself into a coma. So instead he had decided to work on his already formidable agility.

In the past before he'd become a shinigami and had to survive on his own in the districts his philosophy had always been that it was better to not be there to take a hit than to try and block. He'd discovered that was true as well for shinigami, it was far less draining to simply dodge a strike than to block it.

He looked out over the buildings below him mentally planning out his next impromptu obstacle course when his Reiphone rang. Sighing he fished it out of his pocket flipping it open.

Hollow Attack
Itsurugi Museum
2500 meters
10:30 PM

He raised an eyebrow in curiosity, no doubt if he didn't go Ryota would have his head on a platter for abandoning his comrades. He frowned, abandoning.... Flashes of memory came unbidden to him, a large hollow, terrified screaming and the sound of panicked footsteps, then finally the sound of bones being crushed under mammoth teeth.

He gripped the hilt of one his zanpakutou's tightly, knuckles white with strain before glancing over at his gigai meaningfully. His gigai in return sighed with annoyance.

"If we absolutely have to." Bob grumbled. It was scary how similar the two were and Yakumo was even more surprised to find someone who could be lazier than him. Their tactical thinking also went along much the same lines, that being those of a daredevil, someone completely insane or with a death wish.

They'd already come up with one maneuver that was likely to give most people a heart attack. Bob had informed him of his ability to create pinpoint explosions almost anywhere he desired. It would a be useful skill in any fight coupled with Yakumo's speed. But they had discovered another impromptu use for it. Bob could manipulate the explosion to turn it into pure concussive force. Needless to say anyone at ground zero of this type of detonation was bound to get a rather significant speed boost.

Grabbing hold of Bob he prepared himself for the coming flight.

"Bakuhatsu!" Bob roared as a pinpoint of white reiatsu beneath them expanded, contracted and finally exploded out in a shock wave.

Flowing into shunpo still holding on to Bob as soon as the concussive blast had launched them into the evening sky he bound from roof to roof before descending to the power lines once he hit the more urban area where the museum was located. As he pumped more reiatsu into his shunpo than was wise his eyes began to glow azure and a tail wind picked up behind him sending him to even greater speeds.

(ok if it's alright with you guys for the next segment here I'd like it if you allowed Yakumo to show up first and do a bit of fighting. I don't mean him to steal the glory or anything and he'll be pretty worn out by the time he gets there anyway but showing that Yakumo CAN get serious is a needed character and possibly plot development though he WILL try and disguise it. I'd rather that only Sachiko and Ryota noticed his bit of a cover up when they arrive along with the rest.

Oh and rest assured Yakumo will by no means defeat the hollow. There will be plenty of action for everyone. I just figured I'd stop it here so everyone could have their little in transit snippets before putting in my next piece and give them a chance to voice their own idea on what should happen.)
 

zerohour

Well-Known Member
#36
Revived for the new year. Not sure how often I'll be able to post, but I'll drop my computer off for repairs in a couple of days, so it should get fixed before I head back to school. If people have lost interest, that's fine, btu I fgured I should at least make an effort to bring it back.

Anyways, here we go!

--- --- --- --- ---

Komono grimaced as the Hollow continued to toy with him, adding countless scrataches, scrapes and cuts to his body, draining away his already limited ability to fight. Grimacing, he watched helplessly as the Hollow raised its claws, preparing to dismember him.

Snarling, he raised his hand, and began to chant a kido, prepared to fight the Hollow until the bitter end.

"HEADS UP!!!"

Fortunately, fate had other ideas.

Komono's kido was interrupted as Yakumo appeared out of nowhere, and tackled him out of the way of the deadly claw.

"Yakumo?!"

"Damn, that took way to much energy... It looked cool and all, but I'm almost worthless right now..."

Even as the Hollow roared in annoyance, Komono knew that at best, Yakumo had bought them a few minutes. At worst, a few seconds.

As the Hollow wrested itself from its mindless rage and turned back to its prey, they both took a ready stance, prepared to fight as long as it took for the rest of the team to reach them.

--- --- ---

Sachiko felt the arrival of a second shinigami, but juding by its power, it wouldn't be enough.

"Ren! Can you boost my speed anymore?!"

"That's as high as it can go without damaging your body! If you were stronger, maybe then..."

"This isn't the time for that!" She screeched, drawing her blade. She was still too far away touse it, but it would be best to be ready the instant she arrived.

'Hand on guys... help is on the way!'

--- --- --- --- ---

Not expecting much from a new year revival, but it this rekindles people'sinterest, I'd be happy to keep going.

Happy New Year everyone!
 

decibels

Well-Known Member
#37
Second attempt at personally reviving this thing. Let's see if we'll actually get somewhere this time.

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Yakumo got to his and absently brushed his robes off before lending a hand Komono and helping him up as well. Scratching the back of his head in embarrassment as Komono caught his balance and turned to face him Yakumo grinned sheepishly.

"That was a lot cooler in my head you know."

"I can imagine, but right now we need to worry about that hollow before anything else. I don't remember any hollow with this type of abilities from the academy." The hollow which had sated some of its anger in mindlessly thrashing the surroundings had now turned its attention back to the two Shinigami acolytes. It was a strange creature that looked equally comfortable on both four legs and two legs with a typical black body and white mask. What wasn't usual was the large zanbato style blad it carried that looked to be made out of bone.

"Ah, I suppose you're-" Yakumo was cut off as the Hollow uttered a blood curdling roar and charged.

He spun to face the charging Hollow both blades coming free of their sheathes at his waist and blocking the claw it was leading with grunting slightly with effort but not budging his blades cross in a X in front of him.

Komono raised his blade into a guard position as well prepared to defend against any attacks. "Be careful of that blade It cut what looked like a possessed armor in half with a single stroke. We have no idea what this hollows capa-" He cut off as he dropped to one knee and coughed up a clot of blood and clutching his side.

"D-damn, looks like he nicked me. I'm no good like this in a close quarters fight. All I can do is support you with Kido. The rest of the team should have gotten the call as well all we have to do is hold them off for a few minutes!"

Yakumo quickly glanced at the small cut in Komono's side and the discolored area around it before breaking the blade lock and leaping back to avoid a swipe from the hollows' massive sword. Regaining his footing swords raised in a guard in front of him he studied the blade the hollow held noticing that there was a viscous yellow liquid dripping from it. Looks like his blade is either poisoned or somehow causes some sort of affliction. I can't let that sword hit me even once or we're both done for! Damnit, where the hell is everybody, I have no clue what that sword did to Komono and it needs to be treated as fast as possible.In the back of Yakumo's mind hazy images of a bloody battle raged. A army of Shinigami versus one of hollows clashed and fighters on both sides screamed and died. A sense of shame was associated with those half remembered images for some reason.I won't! never again. I WILL NEVER AGAIN!

Yakumo's stance shifted, what before had been a strong if slightly weak and crude stance had changed to one of elegant death with swords held loosely yet firmly in his hands. His face changed as well, what was before a bishounen and relaxed face had become tense and the high cheekbones lent him a sophisticated air.

"So, you are the scum they call hollows these days." Komono started from where he had begun the chant for another Kido. Yakumo's voice was almost unrecognizable, a cold emotionless void.

The Hollow snarled before Rushing Yakumo. A frenzy of strike and counter strike ensued taking the two dancing figures across the museum parking lot. The two combatants leapt apart as the Hollow growled in frustration before unleashing its bloodlust in a focused blast towards its opponent. Yakumo, or whoever he was now, snorted derisively.

"Is that all you are capable of hollow? try this on for size." A thin azure aura sprang up around Yakumo as his usually mischief laden but currently dead eyes turned frosty and the air around him seemed to almost freeze. The Hollow jerked looking startled.

"How unseemly, A mild burst of reiatsu and the intent to actually kill and you are startled like a cornered animal searching for its pursuer. you are an insult to the hollow-" Yakumo cut off as the aura around him guttered violently before dying as he collapsed to one knee while simultaneously a line of dark robed figures appeared between him and the hollow.

"That's enough Yakumo." A voice from the center of the line called out. "We'll take it from here."
 

Eyesxofxzero

Well-Known Member
#38
since I've not posted anything here in a long while Sao will be on his way alone
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Sao who had sneaked away from the Kurosaki's inn after receiving his soul candy had been talking with Jak about strategies to hold off Hollows if they ever happened to be the nearest of a Hollow appearance, why not ways to defeat it? Simply because with what little amount of information and cooperation they had, and that's not counting skills, they knew very well that holding it off was the best they could manage for the moment.

And of course Sao's Reiphone had to ring at the very moment he was about to come up with something good, looking at his phone the worse he could hope for was the only thing to be seen written on it:

Hollow Attack
Itsurugi Museum
1900 meters North-West
10:30 PM

"Jak, get on my back, we've got a good spanking to give 1900 meters away from here"

"Wait, what the..."

"Get on my back, harden your skin, and brace for impact, if you dont wanna miss all the action, the others are probably already on their way, if not already there."

"Alright, alright, calm down"

Unsheating his zanpakto with his right hand, and running towards the direction the Reiphone was telling him to go Sao cried, "Follow my will, Nenten-Oomi!" the blade of his zanpakto instantly forming what looked like huge pipe around his arm, turning around, smashing the ground with the pipe-shaped sword.

"Shit, this is gonna leave another scar...HADO NUMBER 31...SHAKKAHO!"

Releasing the kido while using about a 10th of his reitsu, burning the top right half of his uniform, and at the same time dislocating his shoulder, he blew a hole in the ground.

Flying high and fast towards the Hollow he turned his zanpakto, that had been swirling around freely in the air since the brutal launch, in a disc, took a hold of his right and almost lifeless arm with his left one, and cast a small number 4 hado, byakurai, to lessen the impact of his landing.

he looked around, and saw, without even trying to hide his smirk, that he had arrived just in time along with the others, he switched his sword to his left hand and tried to hide the fact that his right arm was mostly incapacitated.
 

daniel_gudman

KING (In Land of Blind)
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Even as the Hollow roared in annoyance, Komono knew that at best, Yakumo had bought them a few minutes. At worst, a few seconds.
But a few seconds would be enough, even with the incantation.

"Disintegrate, you black dog of Rondanini! Look upon yourself with horror and then claw out your own throat!"

Komono pointed, flinching as the wound on his side protested the movement. Then, he called out the spell. "Bakudo 9, Geki!"

Red light engulfed the hollow Sharkbait. Although it strained, it couldn't move beyond just twitching a little bit.

'Damn... between the injury and still being sealed in a Gigai...' Komono thought, grimacing, 'It's all I can do to keep this hollow bound for a bit!'

Eyes focused on only the hollow, Komono shouted to his companion. "Yakumo! Quick, purify the hollow while he's still held by my spell!"
 
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