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"Hmph!" uttered Mizu, indignant. She wouldn't allow herself to be so easily overwhelmed, she couldn't. Not if it meant making her Captain or Division look bad. She wanted nothing more in this moment than to represent them to the best of her abilities. Though the bout had only just begun, she was already ready to step things up a notch as she stared down her opponent with burning eyes.

"Bakudō 55: Sei-kotsu Sōkō!" A spell of her own make, Sei-kotsu Sōkō rapidly covered Mizu in a bright light before revealing her now clad in a suit of translucent samurai-like armor. Now guarded from a potential counterattack, Mizu held her weapon in front of her and quickly repeated her previous spell, though with a twist "Hadō #32: Ōkasen - Apply Fire!" Replicating the legendary, now probably infamous, attack of Karakura's Hero, Mizu swiped downward with her sword and sent out a wave of energy at Erika. Only this time it was sheathed in fire and rapidly expanded to become an inferno spreading across the training grounds.

The Second Division training grounds weren't significantly different than any other squad's, so Mizu would have been quite surprised if Erika found the area unsatisfactory for a bit of a spar. As she began leaning over in a respectful bow, tradition before a friendly spar, she noticed sudden movement in her peripheral vision. In a flash she stood back up and drew her Zanpakuto, narrowly moved it in time to block Erika's unceremonious attack.

"Ugh?!"

Is this part of the "evaluation"?! questioned Mizu to herself. In that instant she made the decision to go all-out, to use every tool in her disposal to send this woman packing back to the First Division. "Hadō #32: Ōkasen!" spoke Mizu rapidly, which promptly summoned yellow energy along her Zanpakuto's edge before firing it forward in a sizable blast big enough to envelop Erika's body and more.

» Name: Akira Tairitsu
» Alias: "Kido Killer" "Pest of the East"
» Age: 435
» Gender: Male.

» Association:
1. Shino'oin Academy. (Former)
2. Kido Corp (Former)
3. Shizukesa to kodoku (Head Librarian)

» Appearance Written: Akira Tairitsu is considered to be at an Olympic level physique, a well-toned body which is littered with small scars which have been permanently placed upon the olive complexion that adorns his flesh, a little lighter than you’d expect which brings on this guise of being ghostly to some but with the right sunlight the complexion displays this isn’t the case. An intimidating frame to the smaller individual indeed, some envy the sight of the upper torso which has a five line marker etched into the right breast, a toned and built upper frame which is only consistent throughout the rest of his body, powerful thighs yet his entire form remains to keep a lithe framing, displaying one which has spent decades if not longer in refining a more dexterous outtake on activities.

Crowning the top of this males head is a tuft of pearl white hair, medium in length as the slightly spiked head of it dangles in front of the eyelids whilst the rest of the locks often dance down to the back of his neck, well kept and seemingly cleaned regularly it’d almost be supernatural how majestic the ball of fluff dances in the light. It’d be foolish or blind to also note the pair of beautiful amber hues which pierce out, each one glimmering ever so gently and mesmerizing if one were to stare into them, accompanied by a gentle tone, an alluring and graceful invitation to converse with him. As Akira often displays around his thick neck a silver pendant, a corrupted cross which instead of having the usual vertical and horizontal lines, alternates at the sides so the vertical lines interlock with the top end of it, allowing for two loops to form.

It’d be noted that Akira is impeccably groomed, an individual who despises any form of stain or dirt apparently as even the clothing which he keeps is often kept smelling delightful, he’s a stickler for order, adorning consistently two attires. Some are more obvious than others, but all keep a rather gorgeous, pearl hue, each item of clothing keeping to this trend and only adding robust colors like blacks or blues, never really diverting this trend at all.

Akira’s first attire is the one most often perceive him in, this attire consists firstly of a large overcoat, undone and kept rather unkempt in the sense of never being done, silvery buttons hardly touching their respective holes, displaying the black cloth underneath in the form of a shirt, a little creased in areas but displays the rest of his toned form. The following is a pair of loose trousers, whilst fitting the creases make them appear to the naked eye of most people, black shoes following to complete the first ensemble. The man often uses this to infiltrate most other societies be it human or Soul Society, it’s rather casual in wear and humble in nature which he prefers and if it were up to him it’d be his only piece of attire.

Alas it isn’t meant to be as his second attire is for more formal encounters, often showing decorum and a little grandeur during major meetings with a rather tight fitting, white suit. The suit itself is made from a fine material which is soft to the touch, adorning a piece of blue cloth to go in the breast pocket and a matching baby blue tie to complete it all, it isn’t often Akira wares such overtly major clothing but it’s clothing which is designed specifically of the purpose of showing up to such formal occasion.

As this is all fascinating it’s to be noted that Akira does frequent the Human world on occasion and has a plethora of basic attires for it, including one for the beach which is a simple opened shirt, sandals and shorts which reveal most of his lower legs. Out on the streets if required though, it’s more basic yet formal clothing, shirts and jeans alongside shoes more than anything else of varying configurations, white still plays as a primary factor in all of this and often or not he’ll simply adorn the basic attire up above but if a situation requires for a more lax or formal proceeding, he isn’t against adapting to the trends to better suit their needs.
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Akira’s posture is something of a paradox as his personality doesn’t often match the way he’s often carrying himself, a straightened back and puffed out chest of pride accompanied by a decisive and almost authoritative walk, one might even say it’s odd that a man so humble would walk around with such exertion yet it’s a necessity which has been shifted into as natural as breathing to him.

» Appearance Image:

Casual Attire:

» Personality: Upon first meeting Akira it is difficult to not notice a calm, patient demeanor of which engagement is as easy as breathing, capable of holding conversation with little issue and qualm even with the most closed off individuals. It is also evident that going hand in hand with this is a level of high intellect, with a degree of confidence which one may not consider narcissistic at all, odd as most do often see themselves on a higher platform. This confidence does not outshine nor diminish a sense of integrated focus which constantly lulls, offering those around a sense that he’s always listening, that he is. Yet this focus can bleed over from the astute eye that there is an element of anxiety that hovers over.

This anxiety offers a bit of insight into the under layer of Akira, such hyper focus in part due to his own mentality but also a deep seated concern of being used as a pawn once again, puppeteered by anyone and everyone. Such things come across even to this day when meeting those of this day, consciously choosing to be reserved when these engagements are twisted on him, both body language and speech closing off with vagueness and half truths to satiate enough that more isn’t pried into. It has become a bit of an issue as it has rocked internal confidence, which is only enhanced by the monster which festers within his core, an ordeal that even to this day causes him to purposefully weaken himself in combat engagements.

Such a trauma only exceeds into a level of self destruction when engaging inter-personal relationships, distancing oneself and even altering attitude, though from it does offer a semblance of ruthlessness. Akira can compartmentalize emotions in the moment incredibly well, healthily? Not at all but in brief moments of betrayal, disloyalty or revelations, reacting to them in a manner that offers distance without escalating a situation can be useful. It is only brief though, without space to breathe, Akira finds himself feeling the bubble of emotion to break free and lash out in a ruthless frenzy without care.

Akira’s entire demeanor takes a twisted turn though following usage of the mask and during, such emotions and reserved rage comes to the surface in a twisted, condescending manner of which all around are but akin to the very same betrayers that fostered this sickness. They are the infection. The Hollow’s power comes at a cost of forging the worst within his core, to this day he still battles with any idea of if it is Akira’s real self being forced to the surface or a corrupted visage, dragging him down in a deep seclusion shortly after. To say Akira loathes a lack of answers would be an understatement.


» Likes:

1.“There is nothing more satisfying than a thick steak after training.” - (Meaty Food.) Akira’s current predicament has him appreciating meaty foods, these meals which are rich in protein not only taste brilliant but offer a sense of fullness that forces him to relax. The physique it keeps up with isn’t too bad either.

2.“Sharpen both mind and blade, I say.” - (Reading) There is something about reading that Akira not only relishes but obsessively indulges within, genres of all kinds from Sci-Fi, Manga, Romance, it doesn't really matter. What matters is the insight offered and lessons learned, in some cases, it is nice to forget oneself.

3.“Physique only goes so far, I should know better than any.” - (Intellectual stimulation) An attractive trait in both friendship and romance is an individual who can stimulate a sense beyond mere presence, a dialogue of which both come out of it feeling excited and furthering. Those awkward pauses are a thing of the past, small challenges can offer great improvement.

4. “Aroma, texture, symbolism. Hot tea is all these things” - (Tea) The most relaxing thing that does not involve studying Kido, insight into the core of a Zanpaktou or Reiryoku control is that of tea. It does wonders for the sinuses, a calming balm that has one contemplate things beyond themselves or merely enjoying the world.


» Dislikes:

1.“I’ve already got enough issues with my body!” - (Spices.) Akira has a dramatic overreaction to all food spicy, it causes unnecessary stress to the palette and body. The man has a tendency to act as if this will trigger some world ending event, though a bit of melodrama is never bad.

2.“Evil without reason is a symbol of fragility, pitiful.” - (Malice without reason) To a creature like Akira who must live a life of relentless self control, those who act with malice yet without reason aren’t truly powerful. Strength is individual, though to have true power is the ability to acknowledge some malevolence is necessary for certain affairs. They lack intellect, self control and are overall corrupt to their core.

3.“Layer your confidence with delusions, I shall take enjoyment in bringing you to heel.” - (Narcissism) Another firm dislike that Akira has is those who are inherently narcissistic, often finding it an excuse for one reason or another to act in a way unbefitting of others. It is a sad reality of which he presents both pity and resentment.

4.“I’m no stranger to emotional outburst, nothing good comes from it..” (Impulse) - This dislike can also come hand in hand with a fear, impulsion has killed people in the past, broken relationships, friendships. It is the impulse of which Akira believes most needs to learn to chain into oneself as to assure there isn’t any struggle going into the future.



» History:

“Birth of a Primordial.”

Our story begins during a time of relative peace within the realms, within the 78th Eastern district of the Rukongai, a place rife with criminal elements, corruption and overall violence of which none seem to care to handle. It was during this era of which trueborn Shinigami came to be born, though a babe, was shortly orphaned due to circumstance even to this day he is unaware of. Akira found himself being granted such a name for its translation of ocean or the sea, representing as a child the vast reiatsu he was born with and easily felt. Such an environment though would refine the boy into a man of mortal righteousness, growing up within the confines of a rundown orphanage of which many spoke of their desire to become heroes and get out.

Akira found his upbringing to be a rather terrible one, so far outside the center rings found him unseen by the Gotei, unwanted by all, it was a dog eat dogs world on the outskirts. It was regular he found colleagues within the rack shackled home for other strays beaten half to death by Master or thug, to earn an earnest piece of bread was to enact some form of crime, theft, information gathering, exploitation constantly rife. He couldn’t stand it, the boy often wondered why those of the Gotei could not simply end it for all. It is during this early period that he would not remain idle whilst his adopted family would suffer, Akira decided to focus on this heated feeling within himself and act upon it.

During a cool eve, unable to rest due to the cold chills of barely a blanket, Kaido decided to sneak out and enjoy a bit of fresh air, only to find the ominous figures shrouded in black that barely patrolled this area. They were not of any squad, finding the classified Kido Corps engaging with ease, he was not aware of what the Corp was at this time but seeing such magic in action sparked a hunger. It was a miracle that he was not seen, though Akira from that eve found his talent for Kido, able to harness the reiryoku and only a few days later manages to unleash his first Hadō, mimicking the finger movements!

Akira began to secretly refine the limited Hadō which he was privy to, finding it incredibly easy to learn and act on them. In such a place of destitution, Kido was not easily known nor acquirable though he took on some rather odd jobs, saving what he could, finding books by the dozen which had wrong ideas or minor, basic theory on control. It took sometime before this snowballed into a semi effective way of handling things, yet Akira began to experiment. It was this experimentation of which a curse was created, through the usage of reiryoku control directly wired through his system, Akira believed he could enhance his ocular capacity and focus, to absorb more information and even see more than normal eyes could. Those once beautiful blue eyes became gold, accessing this with great delight, only to find days later the cost of such a self sufficient system, finding that his body struggled to keep up.

It was from then on Akira had to intake more food than he’d like to admit, reiatsu burning muscle mass away and forever crippling his strength. The golden hue granted a name: Sankuchuari no kōkei (Sight of Sanctuary).

It was during his teen years that an incident changed his life, a girl whom he’d grown up with by the name of Maiza didn’t return to their ramshackled, cramped, household, informed that she had ran away yet this instinctive tug told him otherwise. Akira investigated, finding Maiza had been killed on her way home, with the Master of the household receiving funds in exchange for his silence from someone within the inner circles of the Rukongai. It was this which brought him into realizing that his district required a hand whose virtue outweighed their selfish need, in an odd turn of events, Akira turned into a masked avenger who brought to heel local gangs with Kido, such a thing not garnering too much attention until later down the line.

Whilst Akira had a good run of being a vigilante, local authorities finally found who it was with relative ease, especially as trained Shinigami were far beyond that of a self taught individual, though it took some difficulty to restrain him. In a twist of fate, Kido Corps had heard of the teen who had achieved this in the destitute areas, including this odd creation of a sight based on reiatsu, offering him a place among the Shinigami, to train as one of them.

“Rise of the tide, fall of the wave”

During the years that followed, Akira began to grow as an individual, finding the Gotei 13 to be an odd representation of order yet there was an element that always bugged him. Their were those with titles from nobility, as if entitled, believing that it was an odd concept that those without power could dictate those with it on blood and funding alone. Those of note that he’d come into contact with were that of Saera Kirin, who was an enthusiastic individual, seeking to act outside their Divisions notorious reputation for Anti-Kido that he was more than happy to indulge, though one other that came to easily whisper within his ear. Aizen Sosuke.

As time had come to pass, Akira could not help continue to return to his homestead and offer it funds when they were available, realizing that his absence had caused crime to return with little issue, believing that to change the status quo, the young man must become Captain. He doubled his studies, thoroughly enjoying his time whilst venting frustration and concern to the ever so accepting Aizen, there came a breakthrough within Kido that Akira came to find. The man had come across a method to reduce the potency of Kido, due to his sight, he managed to find that by reciting the incantation of such backwards within his mind whilst surging the right amount of reiatsu, it would reduce the potency. This breakthrough granted him an edge over other users, though notably required phenomenal focus to bring out, showing that study paid off, gaining an unofficial alias of “Kido Killer.”

Once more things became uneventful, during his studies of Kido and their close relationship with unorthodox play, an order came from above. An assignment into Japan to investigate an M.I.A squad from the Corp, uncertain about the way things would play out though ever so confident, Akira alongside other close colleagues were sent to handle it. This would turn out to be a tragedy. Akira and his teammates found that it was an intelligent Hollow, Adjucha Class, who had been luring Shinigami into isolated areas after striking at local populations. It was a massacre, a complete fight which triggered the animalistic instinct for survival, Akira being the only survivor after playing dead, once it lunged raising his Zanpaktou as it sunk its teeth into his shoulder, blade pierced chest. The profuse amount of blood seeped into his wounds, creating a mythical occurrence.: Hollow Infection.

This onset wasn’t instantaneous, affecting him over the course of a few days, especially accelerating within the mind due to the Sight. During a routine patrol back into the Rukongai 78th, Eastern. Akira would succumb finally to the first bout of true takeover, a brutal attack that saw a sadistic, surgical, slaughter of his former homestead and locals alike. By the time it had concluded, Akira was left only believing it was a form of set up from the start by Central 46 and the Nobility, those who came had little reason to merely imprison him. To this day justifying he had to kill those that night on patrol.

This struggle, raw horror, not only caused issues with his relationship with the zanpaktou but further enhanced it due to the Sight. If it were not for his prodigal capacity within Kido, utilizing seals to cut off and isolate the monstrosity within his core, he would not have survived.

In the space of twelve hours, Akira’s hard work was sundered, a society which hunted him or believed him dead, a monster within his heart, zanpaktou silent. Isolation. It was the only thing he felt for years to come.

“Blood in the Water”

Isolation is all Akira became aware of, anxiety, paranoia, believing everything to be some sort of deceit and it wasn’t until Aizens first official defeat that began to lull. The trauma caused by such a man scaring him to this day, finding sanctuary within Mintami Harbour and more so, closure with Ulv Auber. This finding granted Akira time to begin some modicum of healing both of mind and spirit, Ulv able to teach him basic fundamentals of being a Vizard. It was terrifying at first, though as days progressed, Akira began to trust once more, finding methods to handle what even now appears to be everlasting trauma.

With the permanency of Aizens defeat, Akira could truly start to feel himself resting yet it would not last, paranoia and anxiety coming to an epoch at the trigger of World War 3. The Demonic incursion threatening to steal everything, seize anything, scraps of this progress being torn asunder by hordes of foul beasts, so Akira went to war. During the outskirts of the conflict, Akira focused on protecting locals who knew nothing of their current situation, eliminating stronger Demons where he could, though a situation followed suit that forced him into embracing the Hollow for a brief moment of six seconds.

That shook him to the core.

It felt akin to a vivid nightmare or was it a dream? Six seconds of unhinged, unshackled movements and mind, suddenly everything not only felt right but perfect, though changes to demeanor had thrust him back into himself. Since then, Akira has refused to access his Hollow, by the end of the war finding Ulv Auber was M.I.A. That stung worst than anything, in a moment of which he required her guidance most, she was gone.

During the conflict, an ally rose in the oddest of forms. An Arrancar by the name of Ato Erinaya, both showing great synchronicity though almost losing their lives during these vicious engagements.


Since then, Akira has been on a large line of stagnancy, acquiring a gigai of which was modified to mask his presence, acting in accordance with a spiritually aware human. He also managed to acquire some cheap land of which currently, Akira works as the head librarian within the outskirts of Japan, enjoying a relatively peaceful existence and attempting to avoid the war


» Natural Abilities:

Masterful Reiryoku Control

Akira’s Reiryoku control is surgically masterful, able to refine such energy as if it was as natural as breathing, such feats include the creation of his Sanchuari no kōkei, capacity to forge and alter Kido, even incorporating such with refining elements into segments of the body outward from the brains nervous system. This has been noted throughout his life by many figures, also evidently a natural talent of which has been the foundation of both career and skillset. It’s to be noted that doesn’t excuse refining of it.

Intense Spiritual Pressure

Born with a vast reservoir of spiritual energy, Akira has, much like most strong Kido users, been able to benefit from this greatly. It is one of the fundamental reasons for being accepted into the Gotei, Kido Corp. At full force, Akira’s presence is noted to be akin to a swirling midnight blue energy, reflecting that of his Elemental type: Oceanic. Many around can not help but feel a little damp themselves, though this darker hue of blue is outlined by translucent essence.

Inherent Kido Capacity.

Akira’s capacity for Kido is perhaps his most dangerous base trait, whilst some have the gift of the gab or refining their blade, Akira breathes the Demon Arts as easily as one would fishing or an olympian acting out their sport. This has not only been something so core to him that designing new abilities regarding it but also a reason to exist in the first place, intrinsically linked with such. He can achieve mastery of Bakudo, Hadō and Kaido spells with relative easy, able to learn their incantations but also surgically inspect the very raw power behind such words, reverse engineer them and act on alot of spiritual theory, that ties into his large intellect when it comes to Kido.


» Racial Abilities:

Occular Spellcraft:

Kido Modification::

Righteous Embodiment::

Core Body Training:

Akira had come to realise strength wasn’t going to be a way to combat his enemy, though speed came to be a focal point for the Shinigami, behind it all was a durable core training that focused alot on endurance. The reflection not of mind but of body, part of his regime focuses alot on taking damage, either self inflicted or pushing past the physical limitations of his body during training until the point of exhaustion.

Zanjutsu:

Akira is a firm believer of covering all corners, though as a spiritual man inherently found himself easier to connect to his Zanpaktou. It is beyond this that Akira focused upon the sword within his free time, though it was not necessarily techniques of a traditional sense, through meditation, that he focused on, believing time with ones blade was as necessary as breathing. In this case, it is better to presume that the emotional connection is stronger than your average Shinigami, though swordsmanship on the average end.

Hijutsu no senshi (Arcane Warrior):

Vizard Racials:

Hollowed Out::

Turbulent Soul:

» Zanpakutō Name: Rivu-aiasan (Leviathan)

» Zanpakutō Spirit: Rivu~aiasan is a mountain of a figure, representing the oceanic elements of vastness, imposing by all accounts by standing at 7ft foot in stature, a constant stance of authority which offers an essence of absoluteness to him. The man is coated in head to toe with a thick barnacle like plating which seems to constantly shift, as if soft waves lapping against a coastline yet the slits of the helm constantly whirl with a violent pool like hue, centrepoint of the iris being pitch black dots. Truly representing the Ocean’s formidable nature on a physical aspect though furthermore, wielding a large as large as himself.

Rivu is a rather primordial entity by all accounts, acting in accordance to an order which he does not believe other creatures can truly understand, nor do they require to. To embody something as necessary as vast bodies of water akin to the Ocean, stoicism is often a large indication of this which comes hand in hand with this calm nature, each word laced with an ancient wisdom that does not discriminate from harsh truths. Yet akin to the Ocean, a calm nature does not necessarily indicate a lack of raw mercilessness to him. This is often his nature when residing within a Shikai essence.

It is odd to be noted that there are rare occasions of which Rivu can boast a level of resentment or rage toward those who not only upset the natural order but disrespect his raw design. Rivu by extension of Akira, refuses to buckle under the emotional distress of Master, forging a loyalty unlike any other though in doing so, means Rivu does not bend nor submit so easily nor offers his power without it being within the order he seeks to maintain.

Rivu-aiasans Appearance:

» Inner World: The inner world of Akira can be described as horrifying as it is peaceful, one accessing it would find an expanse of never ending ocean, constantly on the horizon would be brutal waves that crashed into one another though the centremass being a serene, peaceful surface that almost beckoned one to enter. It is easy to stand shockingly upon this, as if it was not your time to enter or be lulled into the deep, though if one were to look below they’d only be able to see a mere meter or two down into an abyss which replicated a depth that only staring into the night sky of space could replicate.

Within the mid of it all, a swirling whirlpool provides entry or perhaps entrapment, such is unclear though in truth it is both. Rivu is often found here, meditating and hovering within the center with both boots on the shaft of his trident.

Natural State:

» Zanpakutō Type:Rivu-aiasan is a Kido-Water (Oceanic) based Zanpaktou which specializes in Medium to Long range combat. The baseline premise being access to Hydrokinesis, applying effects of the Ocean and amplying/uniquely using his Kido in tandem.

» Sealed Zanpakutō Appearance: Rivu within its sealed form replicates the baseline for many Shinigami sealed weapons, a 70 CM bladed samurai sword with a single edge that curves ever so slightly. The scabbard though isn’t black, instead adorning a deeper blue hue which matches with the wrapping around the hilt of the weapon, with the core being white, offering a pretty aesthetic of which can be a little distinctive.

Sealed Appearance:

» Sealed Zanpakutō Power:

Rivu’s sealed powers can offer much insight into what is to come, or atleast a vague idea of it for onlookers. Upon unsheathing the blade from the scabbard, there is a thin layer of slick water of which amasses on the point, only to drip softly onto the floor.

The trait of which this offers is when Akira runs his palm or fingers across the water and activates his next Kido, its potency is increased by 15%, though once done, there is a single round cooldown before the effect may be used again. In this instance for Kaido, healing can be more potent whilst Bakudo could achieve a greater speed in activating a seal or barrier for defensive measures.


» Shikai Release Phrase: Bring them peace, Rivu-aiasan

» Shikai Release Action: Akira’s hand brings Rivu-aiasan into a sheathed stance, offering a nano-second of time to pass as droplets manifest instantaneously, evident in a release of both spiritual pressure and the elemental type of the Zanpaktou. They gather around scabbard, hilt alike before covering them in an inky darkness only to be unsheathed shortly after with a swift vertical strike, revealing Rivu-aiasan.

» Shikai Appearance: Rivu-aiasan undertakes a rather drastic shift, though still a curved blade of 70CM’s, the hilt had forged a form of black barnacle like trait which is damp to the touch. It still rests comfortably within his hand though, as if the grip isn’t affected by such, furthermore it takes on a black hue with little cracks around the shaft that display consistent motions of water coursing through and leaking a little into the black hilt, only to be re-absorbed and brought back into the fold. This water breaches into the blade itself, a dull blue hue of which the surface of the weapon is seemingly in constant motion, akin to the surface of the calm sea.

Manifesting behind Akira Is a vast reservoir of water, seemingly moving off instinct and free thought of Akira’s mentality.. It constantly shifst, move and absorb local moisture though never exceeds the 30 gallon mark as a combined total, acting on instinct and mental command rather than verbal indication, evidently an extension of the Zanpaktou itself.

Shikai Appearance:

» Shikai Abilities:

Passive Gain: Surface of the Ocean.

In Shikai, Rivu-aiasan retains the amplification of Kido from its sealed state though gains more methods of incorporating Kido in a variety ways, furthermore Akira’s Hydrokinesis is Oceanic, not only allowing him to incorporate effects from the Sea but shift his water into sea water, granting it a light resistance from freezing temperatures. Effectively representing the primordial devastation of the sea whilst mirroring his Kido expertise, conductive and vast. By gliding his palm against the blade or dipping his hand within any water with his reiatsu in, he is able to cast Hadō, Bakudo or a Kaido with an extra 10% increase in potency once per round with a two round cooldown. (25% Overall)

Akira has complete Hydrokinesis in Shikai, allowing him to manipulate up to four large beach ball sized orbs of water in a 40ft radius which uses his Zanjutsu for relative stat checks. This is limited by his creativity and can’t be extracted from living beings. He can choose to sacrifice 1 orb to enhance a technique or store a Kido within a globe and release it wherever the orb may be, later retaining it for a maximum of two posts before forcefully dissipating. Anytime these orbs are used in this way, they dissipate, as it takes posts for Akira to return an orb. Should either ability be used, there is a one post cooldown and only a maximum of two orbs can be sacrificed back to back (One post after another).

Kaiyō atsuryoku (Oceanic Pressure):

Shikai Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

» Bankai Name: N/A.

» Bankai Release Action: N/A

» Bankai Appearance: N/A

» Bankai Abilities: N/A


» Inner Hollow Name: Zathrusta

» Inner Hollow: Zathrusta is a large semi-humanoid creature which stands around 6’1ft, an entirely crustacean-like plating across his body that descends into thick muscle tendrils which replicate that of an octopus. The entirely white creature has two large hands that are covered in this chitin, yet moves as if natural and one with itself, slithering through and acting akin to a sea monster to terrify many.The head has a thick dress of tendrils going down to the back, no features upon the face bar four eyes that glow a sickly crimson. These black dots within their core being the way he sees.

By all accounts, Zathrusta is a terrifying creature who delights in domination, constantly eager for the next meal, favoring tormenting its prey before consuming it. The entity enjoys indulging with sadistic intent also mental abuse, torture and quite frankly is an overall bad thing, barley talking as an act though instead enjoys assaulting Akira during his rest. There is an air of constant intellect behind Zath though which indicates a level of forethought.

Zath has already had an opportunity to seize control yet instead decided to remain, letting Akira feel in control only to demonstrate how thin that control is again, seemingly enjoying the thrill of the torment more than freedom itself. Zathrusta also is seemingly though not above offering evil, devilish thoughts to Akira during awkward moments, whispering into his earlobe, though above else does value self preservation. If the host dies, so does he and he no longer gets his fun toy.

Zathrusta Appearance:

» Inner Hollow Powers: N/A

Mask Appearance:

» Vizard Powers:

Cero: This is a very powerful and extremely swift blast of energy that can be made by anyone infected by hollows. It has been shown by some Gillian-class hollows to blast even towns apart, their wide array of power being quite scary. As the classes of hollows goes up, the power of their cero is also quite unique and strong. Most cero of basic hollow have shown to be simply red in colour. A cero can also be shot from a variety of locations, each unique to the hollow in question; this can be the tongue, finger tip, fist or even eyeball if one wished.


» Equipment:

Shizukesa to kodoku (Serenity and Solitude):
Serenity and Solitude is a small bookshop of which offers warm tea to its avid members, a large array of books for those interested in the spiritual and those who are just there to get away from the world and immerse themselves within the confines of a good book. Akira took over this place after their former owner died during World War 4, an aspect he did not involve himself in, alongside Ato Erinya.

Gigai: This specific variation of Gigai allows for a repression of spiritual energy, effectively offering the illusion of a basic human for those with deduction/focus at beginner. Anything higher and one may note the irregularities. This gigai also allows an individual to return to spiritual form with a mere thought, allowing easier access for combat situations.


(To Find Out about what these skills are for, please READ THIS THREAD before you try doing anything to it)

General Skills
» Durability:Adept
» Speed: Beginner
» Strength: Beginner
Martial Skill: Adept

Will Skills
» Willpower: Adept
» Deduction: Advanced.
» Focus: Adept

Shinigami Skills
» Hoho: Beginner
» Kidō: Elite
» Zanjutsu:Adept
» Hakuda:Untrained

Vizard Skills
» Power Augmentation Beginner
» Hollow Control: Beginner


[b]» Roleplay Sample:Akira could recall when there weren't plumes of smoke rising into a once beautiful blue sky, now marred by the destructive advance of Demonkind that seemed to be a never ending tide of monstrous entities. The gash which cut through white cloth was still fresh, vermillion dripping down across the left side, as the same hue stained the crown of white hair which sat sullied by blood, soot and muck alike.

On each side were large, crumbling buildings though more pressing infront of him was a larger entity of about 9ft, a jackal like maw spewing forth a amber flame that caused rock to melt into itself, only held off by the spiraling umbrella which had been forged from Rivu-aiasan, whose tip dug into the stone below.

“Tch. You beasts are w-worst than Arrancar.”

He uttered with a toned thick with exhaustion, palm holding with what little physical strength remained upon the pommel of the curved, wavy blade.

“Fine, I’ll bring you to heel now.”

The left hand, littered with blood and drenched in sweat from combat, only enhanced further by the roaring inferno being brought down upon him, golden hues focusing on the reiatsu of the Demon, reaching his arm back and bringing Rivu into an impalement stance, before an orb of yellow energy crackled into life. Bakudo #30: Shitotsu Sansen. This unspoken refinement saw a sudden movement, palm inverting a triangle within the air, of which each corner crackled into life with a cone like point.

“Down, dog.”

He snarled with a calm rage, releasing the Bakudo that tore through the water and roaring flame alike, coming to impact a shoulder each, final point embedding itself into the left thigh of the Demon, the building behind acting as the binding as it began to writhe in eagerness. The flame managed to breaking through for a brief moment, clothing, flesh alike currently singed as teeth grinded against one another out of spite.

“W-When you return, I-I’ll be waiting.”

Akira claimed as Rivu was already in a horizontal position, left hand gliding against it as an orb of energy began to infuse with the sea blue blade. It engulfed it within a light glow, before lips parted to state swiftly.“Hadō #32. Ōkasen.”The Demon roared defiantly, letting out a final exhale of incredible heat though met with an empowered beam that sliced through amber and flesh alike, blood spraying as the torso was cut in two, so was the building it was pinned to. The heavy rocks crumbled, falling down whilst Akira slumped against the alleyway of which parts still steamed with heat.

A line of blood began to trail down from Moe's nose, hitting her mouth before she noticed and raised a hand to wipe it away leaving a red smear across her cheek. She wasn't a fool, this match was as good as over, but she owed her opponent the dignity of rising to meet her request at least. Her body might be complaining about being at its limit already but that had never stopped her before. This match was still on.

"I suppose I shouldn't let ya get off easy, huh."

Hunching over, she took the first step forwards and found that her foot did not give way beneath her. Smirking, she took another step forwards and then began to accelerate rapidly. Shifting the grip on her large sword to a single hand, a red ribbon began to slowly wrap around her arm before she kicked off the ground and launched herself into the air with a sudden burst of elasticity.

"BEND AND SCATTER, SHINSHO!"

The sword transformed, growing in length until it was comparable to even Ojo's weapon, before widening until it was something else entirely. A beastly club that ill-suited her diminutive form, but neither of them would likely be surprised by this change. Swinging it overhead with one hand, she made to slam it into the ground right in front of where her opponent was standing. She wasn't trying to kill her opponent, after all, just to bury her a little bit. But, just to drive the point home, she really pulled out the stops by calling forth a kido spell in her other hand. Yellow light gathering into an orb, Moe launched the attack just as she was coming in to land.

"Suck on one of these too! Hadō #32: Ōkasen!"

» Name: Ryougi Kishiyuki
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» Age: One Hundred Sixty-Five
» Gender: Female

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» Personality:

Ryougi Kishiyuki is pegged as an individual who strives to shorten the gap in strength between anyone who she's competing against. Part of her way of life is to employ strength as a means to wash away the fears that keeps her from doing what needs to be done: protecting people from harm, but what if she were to stumble upon an impassable obstacle? Well, she'll enter in a state of stress and panic, allowing negative thoughts and doubts to consume her spirit. Creating a dark cloud that permeates the mind, seeking to devour her will to push onwards. Depending on the situation, Ryougi can either be serious and determined or nervous and frightened.

Despite the fact she's easily startled by opponents superior to her in every way possible, she musters the strength to try her best, even though her best might result in her inevitable defeat. She sometimes use fear as a motivational device to pursue what might seem impossible to some, nevertheless it's never wrong to try and see how things go. In a social conversation she's apt to stumble on her words every now and then. She tends to be nervous around people that she's never encountered before, and is generally careful with what she shares with people.

To those who're familiar with her, Ryougi can be a kind and helpful individual who understands the way people feel and think. She's highly perceptive, as one's visual cues are ample information for her to understand what's going on. Because of her observant nature, she's capable of ascertaining one's actions before they act upon them. This trait of hers allowed Ryougi to understand certain situations without being involved in them. Ryougi can be indifferent in regards to certain interests that one holds. For instance she can be incurious with ones hobbies or background, simply because she believes that such information isn't worth knowing. Ryougi tends to do what people say when they say it, as obedience grants rewards but the unobedient ones are punished. For example if someone were to tell her to eat a cigarette for a couple bucks she'll do it. Though there are other things that she'll refuse to do such as something that might completely embarrass herself.

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» History:

The world that Ryougi knew it was slanted in favor of the strong, those who were weak were killed on the spot. Worst of all was that there were folks who would only just stand, and watch as people die whilst murmuring under their tongue. People born weak like Ryougi were cognizant of the imbalance and imperfect circle that she was contained in. The evident rules set by nature was a glaring mistake imposed by those with the power to do whatever they want. Ever since she was born, Ryougi had to live out her life, wasting away in the cycle of kill or be killed way of life. In the 9th district of Rukongai, Ryougi and her parents perform to the best of their abilities in order to survive and live another day. The ruthless and the barbaric were abundant in the district.

Her father drilled critical lessons in life in her psyche so that she may have a greater chance of survival should her parents ever parish. Ryougi saw killing as a horrible offense and that people should take action upon those who seek to take away one's existence. Of course nobody shared the same way of thinking as her, after all she was only but a diminutive child. Her parents did the best they could to protect their daughter from the world. This meant that she never grew up with friends and was oftentimes alone because of the sheltered life that she led. She was fine with it though, because it meant that she didn't have to see what people had to go through every day. Instead of being surrounded by distractions her father ensured Ryougi would grow up and join soul society where she could experience a better life.

Training Ryougi proved strenuous for her father, as time and time again she would refuse to partake in physical activities that required inflicting harm on someone. Despite the fact that her father told her that there was little to know possibility that she'd harm him. Eventually he aborted the training and decided that she should practice channeling energy into objects and reinforce them. After a couple of days, she managed to exert the desired energy output to coat a wooden stick with reiatsu. When her father instructed Ryougi to use the stick to strike at a table, she did so and upon slamming the wooden stick down on the table, the furniture immediately separated itself, leaving the wooden stick unharmed. Her father wanted to prepare her for what's to come for there'll be a time where her parents won't be present when she's in the midst of a threat that she has to deal with on her own.

By the time Ryougi turned thirteen her reiryoku began to see an increase in development as the older she got, the larger it became. Nearly to the point where her reiryoku would prove to be a problem to her quiet and sheltered life. When she was out with her parents fetching some food that they can cook for dinner that night, a knife toting lone man introduced her mother to the man's knife and plunged the blade into her side. Caught off guard, Ryougi quickly shifted her attention to her wounded mother while her father chased down the assaulter. Ryougi tried arduously to keep the bleeding to a minimum, while her father dealt with the bad guy. Despite desperately pleading for help, no one within their vicinity responded, let alone looked like they knew medical practices. So Ryougi did the best she could to wait for her father's return. After a while she began to worry, and fear struck the back of her head. Ryougi gritted her teeth and decided to look for her father, leaving her mother to bleed. She didn't have any other choice but to figure out if her father was dealing with the knife man or had perished. After traveling some distance away from the scene of the attacks, Ryougi found herself standing upon a blood soaked path that led to the killer. Her eyes rattled like the end of a rattlesnake's tail, her body ceased functioning as she stood like a tree. Lifeless corpses decorated the streets, and once her irises captured the image of her father's body resting on the street she couldn't help but shriek in terror. The knife man's back faced Ryougi's horror-stricken gaze, before shifting his head allowing his right eye to shift its deadly gaze upon her still body.

At that moment she didn't know what to do or how to think, as a plethora of thoughts flooded her mind. As the knife man shifted his body to the direction of his next target, Ryougi eyed a sword that rested in a wounded shinigami's hand and noticed the leg that supported a building had a cut on the bottom. She assumed that it was made by the shinigami during the knife man's attack. Soon as she approached the shinigami to procure the sword, the knife man darted towards her. When he was within close proximity, she used the sword to go for the pillar of a building by throwing the weapon. Just as the knife man neared Ryougi, attempting to strike her, the wounded shinigami clutched the knife man's ankle. The spinning sword successfully sliced the support of the building, sending the wooden construct to lean and slide towards the direction of knife man and the wounded shinigami, crushing both of them.


After the event she decided to abandon everything and attend Shin'o academy with the sword that she procured from the shinigami. She stayed to herself, never interacting with anyone and only focused on what she wanted to do: acquiring the necessary tools that she needed in order to survive. Of course she stayed away from the violent side of things and stuck to learning kido. Though she was still required to learn the other basic fundamentals for becoming a full-fledged shinigami. To her surprise she excelled in both Zanjutsu and Kido, despite only wanting to train in kido. One day an instructor coerced her into taking up a bokken and commenced the duel. Of course she tried her best not to inflict harm on her teacher, fearing that she might injure him. She held back as much as she could while the fight continued, but the instructor's attacks grew more and more aggressive, provoking her to take immediate action before ending up with a bruised hand. As the fight carried on, memories of the day of her parents' death popped inside of her head, causing the battle to turn to her favor. Her attacks were intense as though with the intent to kill. She performed a sword technique that she only saw once during the instructors training exercises and execute it with near perfection that resulted in her victory. After spending a couple of years at Shin'o academy she graduated and began searching for a division to join.



» Natural Abilities:

Imitation Imperfect:

Ryougi has the innate ability to mimic actions that she had seen and put them to use and execute it by employing the exact same method that she witnessed the individual performing. For example she can mimic a hakuda practitioners fighting style while only seeing it once. Though she had mimick a skill that she saw, she wouldn't able to obtain the same lethality, and potency that the holder of said skill possesses for she would only hold a scant of experience compared to someone who's spent years practicing it.

While a hakuda user may have a technique that allows them to punch holes in walls or break bones with a couple of punches and kicks, she would only able to utilize a small portion of the skill. Significantly bruising them or create dents upon the surface but won't be able to match the results of a hakuda user with advanced or master in the area. Instead she would be at the level of an adept. This goes for any skill that she sees, such as something mundane as cooking to something like scaling a wall.



» Racial Abilities:

Kido Spells:

Twin Blades

Effect: Upon completing the incantation, Ryougi draws forth a pair of reishi constructed blades. The blades are quite durable, for they're incredibly capable of taking punishment from zanpakutos and other non-reishi construct weapons. Though the more damage they take, the lesser it's durability, eventually causing the blades to shatter.

Ghost Limbs:


Effect: Upon completing the incantation, Ryougi brings forth a pair of limbs that resembles arms. These arms share the appearance of boney like arms with no sign of muscle, just skin and bones wrapped around it. By reaching out with one of Ryougis hands, the limbs begin to move in unison. The limbs movements coalesce the movements made by Ryougi as if she were a puppeteer. The limbs can be employed with the intent of restricting the opponents movements either through strangulation or by grabbing their bodies.

Crystal Explosion

Effect: Upon completing the incantation, Ryougi manifests a tiny blue crystal from the palm of her hand. The purpose of this crystal is to sap the reishi from the surrounding environment and contain it from within the crystal. After enough reishi is stored inside the crystal, she can cause the crystal to explode by rapidly increasing the energy output of the reishi. The explosion is 25 meters wide.

Ghost Surgeon


Effect: Upon completing the incantation, Ryougi manifests a pair of ghost arms. After the arms have been summoned, they begin repairing whatever damages that have been inflicted upon. She can use them either on allies or herself. The limbs are able to heal certain injuries; minor ones take as little as two posts to heal, whereas major injuries such as a severed limb or an open chest wound which requires a much longer post count before the repairs are finished (6 posts for major injuries).

Star Drop

Effect: Upon completing the incantation a star shaped construct materializes 15 feet above the targets head. Upon pointing down her index finger, the star shaped construct plummets and slams on top of the victim's head. The purpose of the spell is to restrict the target's maneuverability as the star-shaped construct uses its immense weight to hold the target still. The star's diameter is 8 meters wide and 7 meters long. Targets with the strength stat higher than her kido are able to lift and break free, but those with low strength will struggle to lift it off of them.


Holy Light:

Effect: Upon Releasing energy from her zanpakuto, a large stream of energy is shot from the blade. The energy beam is three inches wide and travels up to forty meters in distance. But the farther it travels the lesser it's strength. It's capable of pushing foes back at incredible distances and if made contact, the resulting impact causes heat upon any defense that the attack goes up against. The longer the attack lasts, the weaker kido related barriers become. This also means that her energy reserves decrease the more she maintains the spells existence. This technique takes two posts to charge.


Arc of the traveler

Effect: A high level kido that allows her to tear through space, granting her the ability to travel to different parts of the world via the garganta. She uses her zanpakuto as the key that opens the door, enabling the ability to travel to and from whatever location that she desires to go. Though she can't use it all the time as it requires days worth of energy to restore once she had used it.


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(To Find Out about what these skills are for, please READ THIS THREAD before you try doing anything to it)

General Skills
» Durability: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
» Speed: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
» Strength: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
» Martial Skill: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained

Will Skills
» Willpower: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
» Deduction: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
» Focus: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained

Shinigami Skills
» Hoho: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
» Kidō: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
» Zanjutsu: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
» Hakuda: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained


» Roleplay Sample:

In the darkened empty sky, the silver moon looked down upon the world gazing deeply as a pair blades clashed, filling the once silent night with signs of an ongoing battle. Street lights lined up on each part of the barren side walks. A pair of shadowy silhouettes moved to a fro as the gentle splash of puddle captured the reflection of shinigami and arrancar fighting each other in a ghost-quiet neighborhood. The shinigami bent their left knee, leaping and performing a backflip over the arrancar who attempted to swipe his sword only to strike the hair. As the shinigami made their landing, the arrancar raised his right leg to perform a backward kick which slammed into the shinigami's chest.

But upon impact the shinigami clutched the arrancars ankle, restricting his movements. The shinigami grinned, holding up four of his fingers while gripping the handle of the sword before saying "Hadō #32 Raiga" a stream of electricity cackled and forked towards the captured arrancar. Blue electricity flashed, decorating the dark night and the arrancars body. As the arrancar staggered, the shinigami released their leg and gripped the blade with both hands. Just as the shinigami was about to deliver a crushing blow with his zanpakuto, the arrancar's hunched body quickly lunged his hand into the shinigami's chest while in mid swing.

Huh... colored Tento impressed. He did not know one could break a kido spell by sheer strength. Or perhaps Captain Kanae wrapped her sword with a quick layer of spiritual energy before using that strike to destroy the bakudo. With a clank he felt his sword hit the guard container of her sword. The force being stopped and causing a smirk to form on Tento's face. Okay....she had some style! The skill of this 1st generation Shinigami showed more and more and more. Swiftly pulling out her sword in an attempt to clash with Rio's unleashed shikia. But not before taking a blow from the vice captain.

It was at that moment Tento figured that they could at least give some blows to their captain. Win. No. At least not himself and Moe. But a couple things were noted by Tento's battle mind that needed to be kept in mind. Speed. Rio was of course the closest to the Captain's speed, he could keep up an awareness but he really was not sure if he could perfectly keep up with their movements. A bigger concern for Moe. Tento and Rio would have to work with synergy to give openings for her. And they really needed to. Because. That switch in Captain Kanae's legs absorbing Moe's blow was a telltale sign to him. Moe's may have had a lower reserve of energy and speed. But she had a mighty giant level of strength in her small body. One that could give work to the captain. With Vice Captain Rio's power as well, those were the best chances to deal some melee damage.

...that was if Captain Kanae didn't bust out her shikai though. That acid would be an issue that would be tricky in this equation.

As Captain Kanae turned their attacks into jumping springs of momentum. He turned to watch her escape and landing. Giving a respectful nod with his smile still ever so present on his face. His face showing one side and his mind another. He DID catch the comment of her stating to come at her like they were trying to kill. He could understand asking a level seriousness, especially in the case of Tento and Moe. The two most likely would not be able to unless Kanae made a massive mistake and put her guard down. The seriousness of a request to push oneself was not lost or new to Tento. He had done that several times with Vice Captain Hanako.

That phrasing of hers though... eeeeeeeeeh. Ex criminal for killing lover and al. KINDA sus. But, surely it was just a bluster of words and old ways. But wa that tension he was-

A crushing wave of energy shook forward. Gushing out like an endless stream. The essence of her being waiting and ready to swallow the air itself. "Kido division! Get those barriers up!!", yelled out Tento un urgency aa his fellow kido practicers and fellow section members quickly went to erupt layrers upon layers of barriers to try and containing the budding flames that was the 4th division's spar. It felt heavy, heavy like a freight train was threatening to drop onto his hole body. Tento's shoulders shook at he felt the overwhelming pressure, it felt really like his feet was about to make impressions in the ground.

"Ugh...so...this is a hint of a Captain level Shinigami. Man...its so much different than watching from the sidelines", Tento said with a gasp as he wobbled lightly trying to stay steadfast on his feet. Breath, young master. With gritted teeth Tento took a deep sharp breath before concentrating. A hue of brown reiryoku starting to seep out from his form. The energy was starting to become extremely sensitive. Tento COULDN'T not sense her Reiatsu even if he wanted to. Stand. Look her in her eyes. Always. Look your foe in their eye, their soul.

Right...this was what he wanted. Will. Hardship. All refined through time and effort. A test of his abilities and will. If he couldn't even stand in the presence of Captain Kanae lifting a finger, he was not worthy to be in the field of battle during this time. Not when lives would be so heavy on the line. Not when... his mind had a falter. A flash to the onslaught after the perimeter of the hole of Africa was done. Those ceros. The smell of ash. The cries of Quincy, Soul Reapers, and Human alike. His rage. His sadness. His desperation. Wanting to do something. NEEDING to do something. He needed to move. He needed to go stronger. To be worthy of being where he wanted to be. ...it was...is. Not, your fault. But with that memory It felt like wings were wrapping around him. A soft feather piillow like touch that felt iron strong and stern like an anchor. Phasing into existence before welcoming him in a gentle embrace. Pressing his back. What will you do?

Tento to a small step forward. An inch that was far more a slide of a foot then a real motion. A sharp breath left his body as his eyes trained to gaze up at the wall before him. Tento's eyes spoke his answer. Fight. Name unknown, the bond and connection between Tento and his zanpatuko was still great. A respectable balance of partners; weapon and warrior. All the same, not as mighty as the others here likely. Most definitely not their Captain that was just oozing some elite otherworldly power that felt more than her own. Nevertheless, it was cool and warm like that of a flame or hot wind. Wilding like the soft breeze of the wind; and bright. Benevolent.

"Alright Captain...", with that Tento flashed stepped. Moving as soon as he felt the other two were ready as well. Appearing a bit forward before beginning to run around Kanae, soft whispers coming from him as he let loose a quickly spoke kido incantation while raising his Zanpakutō horizontally in front of his body facing Captain Kanae. U The length of his blade generating a yellow orb, widening itself along the length of its blade before being fired off as a wide horizontal arc of yellow energy at Captain Kanae using Hadō #32. Ōkasen. Quickly after releasing this kido, Tento would flash step again shifting forward before running in an approach; ready to see how Captain Kanae and the others would move next. The soft whispers of yet another kido incantation starting.

Over the last year especially, Morikawa Mizu had gone through what's felt like a lifetime of battles and experiences. From fighting Hollows on Earth, to participating in arena battles against Quincies, to teaming up with strangers to take down Goliath monsters in Africa. All of these situations pushed Mizu further than she thought even possible.

She also had the great honor of being mentored by Saiko Mori, a powerful and endearing Shinigami Mizu was happy to call her teacher. This training involved her connecting with the usually-objectionable Shousenmaru, her Zanpakuto, and the more Mizu thought on it the more grateful she became. Between Saiko's unique ability to calm an individual's emotions and her willingness to act as a mediator, Mizu and Shousenmaru had finally been able to connect on a level beyond just knowing each others' names.

Mizu continued reminiscing on these experiences as she sat cross-legged in the Eight Division training yard. She ignored the various sensations of dewy grass ticking her legs and a light breeze touching upon her nose.

She moved beyond her thoughts of the past and concentrated solely on her Zanpakuto laying across her lap. Recently she had been communing with Shousenmaru to not only continue developing their relationship, but to work on unlocking their true power together. Though intimidating, Mizu knew if she were ever to become a great Shinigami she would need Bankai. She didn't have any of the natural talent or power to get along without it like some legendary Captains and Vice Captains had. Even with her Kidō Mizu believed it to be Bankai or bust.

It didn't take long for Mizu's mind to be whisked away from her sitting position in Seireitei and sent to Shousenmaru's world. As she opened her eyes Mizu was surprised by what her eyes were met by. Instead of a bubbling brook dividing two fields and forests, her Inner World had been transformed into a mighty crystalline river cutting through the land like a great sword. As our bond grows, so does the river...

"You can't hide your thoughts from me, Mizu. Might as well speak up. What are you here for today? More power?" The blond Shinigami spun on her heel to face where that angelic voice had come from. Unlike the landscape, Shousenmaru's beautiful blue form was unchanged. Her usual silvery braids still fell across her back and her nearly-nude azure skin reflected in the river beside her.

"If you know my thoughts then you know why I'm here. Bankai is the next step for us both. I understand your concerns about giving more of yourself to me...but I'm a Shinigami! You're my Zanpakuto! If we have each other, the sky's the limit! Imagine how much more we could accomplish with Bankai? Besides, I'll never be a Captain without it!" Shousenmaru could not deny the sincerity in Mizu's voice and soul as she pleaded with her. Obviously she wasn't willing to take no for answer, either...

[color:714f=0066ff]"Fine, Mizu. You seem determined. Time to find out just how determined you are." At this moment Kanae flicked her wrist and summoned a blue version of her sword form in her right hand. Then, Mizu's senses were suddenly overwhelmed and she was knocked off her feet. As quickly as she had been overwhelmed everything was back to normal.

"What the...?" Blinking, Mizu looked around and realized she was back in the Eight squad's training yard. She reached down and pulled out a blade of grass just to be sure, proving she was no longer in her Inner World. "Ahem. Stand, Mizu. Or perish!" With a start Mizu jumped to her feet and drew her already-released Zanpakuto. She was given barely enough time to lift her weapon before Shousenmaru appeared in front of her and slashed downwards.

Mizu was shocked by the situation she found herself in, but it was not entirely alien to her. She had read about the requirement for unlocking Bankai before, Materializing and subjugating one's Zanpakuto. Now Shousenmaru was materialized, but subjugating her? H-how can I do that?! she wondered, flabbergasted at the very idea of defeating this woman.

"If this is how it has to be, then I won't hold anything back!" roared Mizu as she split her Zanpakuto into a considerable number of crystal shards. Then, with a flourish of her hand, she commanded all these shards to fly at her opponent like a massive wave of glass. This amounted to little as Shousenmaru countered with a great wall of crystal, off of which Mizu's shards bounced harmlessly with audible PING's.

With anger in her eyes the blue-skinned spirit reshaped her wall of crystal into many intricately-carved spears and then flung them at her wielder effortlessly. Mizu quickly found herself overwhelmed even as she Flash Stepped around, narrowly dodging the spears by the skin of her teeth. She was not accustomed to this level of precise control and power with her Shikai, though she wasn't surprised Shousenmaru would have better control over her powers than herself.

With nary a motion to indicate she was about to do so, the spirit shattered all the spears impaled in the ground and sent the massive wave of shards directly at Mizu. Knowing countering the wave was an exercise in futility, Mizu instead aimed her free hand directly for Shousenmaru and let of a spell, something she knew a Zanpakuto spirit could not replicate "Hadō #4: Byakurai!" From her finger tip a bolt of blue lightning shot at the spirit. To Mizu's shock, a segment of crystal shards formed a barrier between the spell and the blue woman, which caused the Byakurai to reflect off its surface and rebound at her. "Huh?!"

When her own spell reached her Mizu jumped left, leaving only her arm and sleeve to be singed by it. "Since when can the crystals do that, Shousenmaru?!" A disappointed look crossed the Zanpakuto spirit's face as she didn't even bother answering her wielder's question. This was their true power, and Mizu not realizing it meant, to Shousenmaru, she wasn't ready for Bankai. This could apparently only be made clear to her through beating the notion out of her though, and Shousenmaru knew it.

The torrent of crystal shards suddenly changed shape again, this time into two gigantic azure walls on either side of Mizu. With a wave of her hands the spirit had them move in a pincer attack meant to crush the blond Shinigami between them. Mizu countered with her own walls of crystal, albeit smaller violet ones she struggled to keep Shousnmaru's at bay with. Cracks began to form in her walls and Mizu frantically searched for a way out. Time for old reliable!

Mizu raised her left hand and shouted another incantation "Hadō #31: Shakkahō!" Instead of the expected sphere of energy, the spell's power rapidly built up before suddenly exploding and enveloping Mizu, her own crystal walls, and Shousenmaru's as well. This violet eruption shattered all the crystal constructs and sent her smoking and blackened body flying into the ground below. Mizu grimaced from pain as she dragged herself back to her feet. Though she was beginning to tire and was struggling through pain, she knew it wasn't in her to quit here. "Enough, Mizu. You're not ready. Maybe you'll never be ready. Either way, just give up." From her reliable partner these words were like knifes in her ears, but Mizu stood determined and sedulous in the face of overwhelming odds.

Seeing the intensity in her wielder's eyes, Shousenmaru decided it was time to end things and so she repeated her previous attack by reforming two massive crystal walls that began tightening around Mizu. Mizu however was deep in thought. I've fought people stronger than me before, this is no different! Come on, think! I need to get past her Shikai and defeat her up close...wait, that could work! Better than nothing at least! After racking her brain Mizu formulated a rudimentary plan and immediately set to work.

Much to Shousenmaru's surprise, Mizu turned to face the crystal wall to her left and raised her Zanpakuto "Hadō #32: Ōkasen!" As she said this a yellow light enveloped her weapon before spreading and firing a wave of energy at the wall. "Fool! You already know how this ends!" Her disappointment in Mizu turned to surprise again as the spell reflected and missed the Shinigami as she dodged out of the way. The spell continued on before bouncing off the other wall as well. This continued on even as the walls moved closer to each other, causing the Ōkasen to hasten in its bouncing like a ping pong ball.

The blue-skinned woman watched on with confusion and interest as Mizu stood idly while she came closer and closer to being crushed. Then the Shinigami waved her blade-less Zanpakuto and suddenly her plan became clear: Mizu met the rebounding spell with a crystal wall of her own, causing it to reflect and fire directly at Shousenmaru at a heightened speed. The yellow beam of energy shot at her like a bullet, moving far more quickly through the air than she was prepared to deal with and before long she felt her raised arms struck by the spell's might.

Though not sent flying, the following explosion completely enveloped the Zanpakuto spirit and left her in pain and without sight due to the cloud of smoke around her. Knowing Mizu was going to take this chance to land another attack, Shousenmaru quickly formed a crystal blade in her hand and prepared to swing it overhead. Then, a strange sensation warmed her breast as the smoke cleared. In its wake stood Mizu, sweat and blood on her brow, panting from exerting herself...and her sword pierced through the center of Shousenmaru's chest.

Shousenmaru felt no pain from her wound, only warmth like that of meeting a long lost friend. She extended her arm and clasped Mizu's head before speaking her congratulations to her wielder "You've done it, Mizu. I should not have doubted you...now, take my power and see what we're really capable of!" A bright light cloaked Shousenmaru head to toe, as well as Mizu's weapon, before quickly dissipating and leaving the young woman alone in the dark. Her Zanpakuto had reverted back to its sealed state, but Mizu could feel in her soul she had done it. She had unlocked her Bankai. And, with a sigh of relief, she collapsed to the ground and fell unconscious, a smile on her lips as she did.

Though things were not going completely according to plan for Mizu, she could still claim her actions had been somewhat successful. The Arrancar had been mostly wrapped in the rubbery walls and her electrocution spell had at least managed to hit her in the cocoon. Still, Amaranta was fighting against her like a wild beast and she knew such ferocity made her a dangerous foe. It was at this point the woman managed to free her upper torso from her rubber coffin and lashed out by sending fire across the Hōrin chain Mizu had used to shock her. Even this was something she was prepared for, however.

Before the fire reached her, and with her left hand still grasping the Kidō chain's end, Mizu grasped her tucked away Zanpakuto and said yet another spell's name "Hadō #32: Ōkasen!" This caused an orb of yellow energy to transfer from her right hand gripping her weapon to the Zanpakuto itself, and with a flourish she withdrew the sword and slashed it through the air in front of her. From the weapon's blade an arc of yellow energy would rapidly expand and shoot toward Amaranta's location, enveloping the Kidō, fire, and her body as well if she was still held in place by all of Mizu's spells. By this point Mizu found herself beginning to pant a bit from using half a dozen spells in a short period of time. Through the light exhaustion golden fire blazed upon her eyes as she remained doggedly determined to defeat Amaranta.