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Though large, Kanae had fought larger enemies than this Hollow. She was equally unimpressed by his apparently jovial nature, a characteristic that only annoyed the Fourth Squad Captain further. This creature was clearly powerful and some sort of ranked officer in the enemy's army, but there were no reports of his presence around the chasm over the last few months; Kanae certainly would have remembered reading about this thing. Oh well, thought Kanae to herself, everything dies one way or another.

The sudden spike in Reiryoku at the resplendent Hollow's chest made clear what was to come. Acting quickly, Kanae brought her right hand to bare in front of her and said aloud a spell's name "Hadō #63: Raikōhō!" Glowing yellow energy formed at her palm before being released in a charged bolt of lightning aimed to collide with the Hollow's Cero somewhere between the two.

Not satisfied simply standing there idle, Kanae used the ensuing dust cloud the two attacks kicked up as coverage to close the gap between herself and her target. Half a dozen feet ahead of her foe, she kicked off the ground, drew her Zanpakuto, aimed a slash across its golden chest, and continued over and past its shoulder. With any luck, she thought as she landed somewhere behind the creature, she'll have disposed of this freak in one move and can do as she pleases for the rest of the battle.

A simple disappearing act would not pull the wool over Mizu's eyes. She knew that spell, Bakudō #26. Kyokkō, quite well; though it hid the user's physical and spiritual presence, it was no shield against an attack. Thus, even while Shura may be hidden away behind a curtain of camouflage, the large tidal wave of crystal shards would be able to continue overwhelming the area she stood in. It wasn't Mizu's intent to grievously injure the Fourth Squad woman, but she refused to be defeated by a simple trick.

Between Shura's decision to speak an entire incantation and the large swath of air the spell would have to fly through to reach her, Mizu was left with ample time to cast a counter-spell. "Bakudō #73: Tozanshō!" A second or two before the trio of golden spikes would reach her, an azure inverse pyramid formed around Mizu's diminutive body and proved itself a capable shield against Shura's spell.

Instead of settling for sending wave after wave of crystal glass at Shura, Mizu opted for a different strategy. Initially it seemed she was proceeding as before as her crystals gathered together and sought to overwhelm Shura, but this time a hole would open within the mass of shards, forming a tunnel through which she could fire off another spell. "Hadō #63: Raikōhō!" From Mizu's outstretched hand a mass of yellow energy swiftly gathered then fired in a bolt of electric power aimed directly for Shura. She didn't count on it hitting its target however, as their were gaps in the crystal wave big enough for the woman to weave a path through.

Challenge accepted.

"Tch", Tento softly sounded like a growl as he heard her words. Come on! They had limited hollows movements and forced them back last time. The act of putting a close to the whole was a whole other thing to him that he didn't know though. Those words were more than enough though. If she wanted him to try putting her down, then he would knock her on her aas and keep her there till she behaved. Respect set aside, she had thrown the gauntlet down on something he couldn't ignore. Safety.

And his fierce gaze showed he was more than ready to throw down.

His stone expression stayed as she boomed with a laughter that he would have found charming in another timing. Blade hitting her blade with ease; far more than he had hoped in his released state in comparison to her normal form. Her physical strength seemed to get stronger than last time. It was clear that he would have to try his best to push her. As stronger and faster he had gotten, in her release state Amaranta was still a beast on another level. Blade and chain singing in the air as he twirled with her manic feral grin.

As the release of energy came along with those wells of flames disappearing. The heatwave rained over his form, producing a lighy sweat that threatened to only grow from the initial feeling of her release. The air grew humid and dry at the same time. The forty meter radius only getting a break as the distance between people and the source came. Eyeing the Golden array of power, Tento's energy remained strong but shook in contrast. The welling of wind from his Zanpakuto and his spirit refusing to not challenge what was before them!

"Awwww…you think I'm a snack? Still gonna drag you by the tail though", Tento said in a bit of angry banter as she took a step forward. Tento's brown hue grew to a burst in opposition. "Well then, you better be careful before you get more than you bargained for. An appetizer can fill you up whether you are ready or not. Either way you are not gonna have an easy time, so Damn right give me your all!". He heard Kaminari's words and just took them at that. She was the higher ranked officer after all, if she deemed them not up to fight and wished for them to go he would have to accept that for now. The heat of battle was not a place to argue against commands. And as able bodied they were, they could be of more use somewhere else...to the 4ths disappointment.

As Amaranta moves Tento took a deep breath. His body centering as his weapon twirled. His eyes darted to and through with Amaranta's movements. Not an expert in sensing energy like his partner, Tento thought of himself as no slouch though. He could sense energy well enough, especially a signature so strong and close. The task of keeping up and responding though. It was a surprise she didn't charge straight at him. That previously seemed just like the warrior she-

A crimson well of energy was being summoned before being fired. A cero!

With a roar Tento turned towards the oncoming cerom. Swirling his blade in a defensive stride. A feather plucking off of his fan to create a powerful storm. A rushing tornado of wand based around his eye cutting up the ground and debri swelling around his body several meters high and wide. Around and around it danced before clashing with Amaranta's cero. Reistsing the energy attack before, perhaps, changing the course of its trajectory to spin the attack back at the fire lioness. During this clash, Tento would wordlessly cast a kido as well.

If this proves successful Amaranta chose to still dance around like a pouncing hunter around him. She would have found a sudden net of energy contacting her body. Hadō #12. Fushibi. The muti layered energy net would trickle with power before buds of lightening would shine on it. With a quick place change Tentos voice would be heard empowering an attack that would be set loose as soon as it made contact with Amaranta's movements. "Sprinkled on the bones of the beast! Sharp tower, red crystal, steel ring. Move and become the wind, stop and become the calm. The sound of warring spears fills the empty castle!". The net quickly exploded in a shockwave of lightning and static in that moment of Hadō #63. Raikōhō unleashing strikes of lightning. Embedded by control to ensure it didn't reach out to harm fleeing Shinigami or Kaminari.

During this unleash combo strike Tento could only hope the net paused her just enough to contact her and give her a bit of a shock to jolt some sense into her. Through this he would notice that drop of energy from Klein though. But would be hard press to turn his head away from the tower before him. Just what the heck was going on overe there???

Hyosuke resisted the urge to roll his eye as Hannah made a point to flirt with him in return now, not that he did not appreciate the gesture, as Hannah was a beautiful woman, but given what she had stated these other 'rumors' were he did not feel like explaining to her he was never the one to be tied up. He was the one who did the tying. Never mind that he expressly avoided sullying teacher/student relationships with something as sticky as romance or lust, even as the student, so he simply shook his head and let the correction slide by unaddressed as Hannah set to her incantations.

After Hannah had made her preparations Hyosuke decided that for this demonstration it would not do to be restrained. Gently removing his eyepatch his energy would flood forth in a powerful deluge. With his left hand grasping the eyepatch his right would extend towards Hannah's armored form and he would nod.

"As you wish."

Extending a hand towards Hannah Hyosuke's palm would begin to crackle with electrical energy as he hissed and levied the energy at Hannah, heady with energy, as he fired the bolt of lightning at Hannah Hyosuke would then further empower the Kido by incanting it's name after firing it.

"Sprinkled on the bones of the beast! Sharp tower, red crystal, steel ring. Move and become the wind, stop and become the calm. The sound of warring spears fills the empty castle! Hadō #63. Raikōhō"

A powerful lance of energy would vibrate the very air between Hyosuke and Hannah, crackling and roaring as it lanced at Hannah with as much power as Hyosuke could put into the after-incantation.

» Name: Noriai, Hideo___ » Age: 946 » Birthday: June 13th » Gender: Male » Race: Shinigami » Association: Gotei United -- First Division, 16th Seat -- Men's Association -- Gotei Banking United » Marital: Complicated » Nationality: Russo-Japanese » Sexuality: Heterosexual » Sons: 113 » Daughters: 95 » Height: 6'4" » Weight: 256 lb. » Hair Colour: Blonde » Eye Colour: Blue-White

'*Hideo on one of his 'vacations' to the Human World.

» Shakkin Oni: (lit. Debt Demon) Known for a particularly brutal style of debt collection, Hideo gained this recognition after hunting multiple souls through their various reincarnations to collect debt from their previous lives. 'Pay your debts to the Gotei.'

» Shinigami no Kawari no Chichi: (lit. Father of the Substitute Shinigami) While not technically true, Hideo holds the record as the father to the most half-human, half-shinigami on earth. Indirectly, this has made the highest amount of spiritually compatible hosts for substitute shinigami that do not defy the law of Soul Society. Many of which he has had the 'bad habit' of bringing back with him on occasion, earning him the title.

» Appearance:


» Personality: Particularly obsessed with numbers, having spent a not insignificant amount of time researching numerology, along with numerous other factoids regarding number systems and their function. This is something he will often drop sprinkled throughout conversations, as he does not lack the inherent social awarness to spout his love for numbers day in, day out. Some part of him wishes for it, but it is far quieter than the brain in his dick.

Hideo considers himself a feminist, in so much that he thinks women deserve better. Specifically, himself. An incorrigible flirt, willing to wear an eyepatch without need because 'it makes him more interesting'. Irreparably an attention whore, he wears open chested shirts and takes pleasure in his own presence. Surprisingly, he is not very self centered outside of his 'peculiarities', often being jovial and rather upbeat about the abilities and appearance of those around him.

Notably, he has a particular fondness for human women, and preaches the benefits and luxury of gigai to those that will listen.

He believes in Karmic good and evil, and that one must use one to balance the other. 'Good things happen to bad people, bad things happen to good people' being a saying Hideo has taken to heart. Using it to excuse his own behavior and justify actions, it can be a mystery at times what his next action will be determined purely on this 'karmic' scale. As a self aggrandized adjuster of karma, it is apparent with enough time around him that this is fairly ingrained selfishness, but otherwise appears as a unknowable intelligence.

Enjoying his work as a shinigami greatly, finding a 'peace' in his work aside from fervent number crunching and debt collecting. This carries into a level of nonchalant and casual confidence that permeates even his speech, rarely if ever using honorifics, but also very rarely talking down to anyone. A matter of fact approach that bites with sincerity despite a high level of positivity. Fairly greedy and gluttonous when otherwise allowed by societal convention, although he has been known to shy away if it would make him appear poorly in the eyes of a woman.



Coming into existence within the Rukongai's middle districts, the soul that would become Hideo was a small, fragile thing. The howling winds of an icy tundra on the child's back, faint memories of gnashing teeth and red snow. Bright, blue eyes opened to the Soul Society. A blinding sun, the warmth of it overwhelming. The tiny thing that would become Hideo cried, for it was the first time it experienced joy. Small hands pushed off of cobblestone, a wobbly step forward, from a cold, bleak nothing, and into the warmth of a new day.

Growing up on the streets of the Rukongai, Hideo was often seen as little more than an urchin. Not that he gave merit to it, outwardly. Nicely mannered, fairly polite, even popular with the girls. A level of confidence instilled him, even then. Outwardly, he was the perfect gentleman for a growing young boy. In darker corners of the street, where what one had was fought for, he was anything but. Greed and desire laid their roots deep and early, making wants into needs and needs into fists. From a meal to a home, the growing boy acquired nothing without force. What he could not get, well, he simply went without.

But that without would always circle back around. Another want to become another need. Another fist, another day.

Violence beget violence, street brawls turning into turf wars as the more powerful got involved. Hideo took the role of muscle, despite his young age, finding a thrill in both getting the shit beat out of him, and beating the shit out of others. The conflicts were unable to escalate for long, as a rising force amongst the Rukongai prevented anyone else from establishing footholds. As it settled, Hideo found his role and enjoyment amongst the chaos vanished, although it would not be a sign for him to turn legitimate. One of his friends within the budding gangs came to him with a job offer, a way for him to use the few skills he had started to learn.

Muscle for an illegal betting parlor.

During the sixteenth century, Hideo was assigned an undercover position in a university expected to be propagating Quincy teachings, highlighted for his numerical aptitude. This would lead to him forming a rather friendly reprise with one of their suspected Quincy, Heinrich Cornelius Agrippa. While his time knowing the man would be a few short years before his death, the talk and education they would explore shaped him greatly. The existence and culmination of his lifelong obsession in the form of numerology, something in which he would help Heinrich publish a work titled 'Three Books of Occult Philosophy'. His own existence as a shinigami played very close to the chest, as exposure to the 'occult' nature of the book placed a very wide set of eyes on him. The assignment would end shortly after Heinrich's death, leads drawing cold over the span of a few years.

Some decades would pass,


» Number Cruncher: A polymath of numbers, Hideo is not a formally trained mathematician or otherwise degreed individual. His computational power would make anyone think otherwise, formulae being trivial; any lesser mathematics encroaching things such as debt or payroll calculations a near instant breeze. In more fast paced environments, this elevates into a whirlwind of processing; a breathing computer. Unfortunately, when it comes to abstracting the numbers into something more, say with word problems, he is significantly slowed down.

» Memory Vice-Grip: Not an eidetic memory, but incredibly well remembered. Particularly in regards to a woman; Hideo can always put a name to a face. He can recall little details hundreds of years later, ranging from the clothes someone was wearing to their tone of voice. Whether or not what he remembers is relevant being an entirely separate concern, with the only fair guarantee he remembers in full being to his formerly stated passion and work. Hideo dose not have the capability to forget a debt, or debtor. Similarly he can remember paystubs and monetary organization to fractions of a cent, although it is rarely needed.

» Spiritual Pressure: Hideo actively acts to not suppress his exceedingly high spiritual pressure, preferring the attention it brings him upon entering a room of those spiritually aware. The feeling has been described as 'a too-warm hand on the shoulder'. This speaks not negatively to his aptitude to control it, but rather the opposite. From the perception of other spiritual powers to the flow of his own, Hideo has an incredible amount of expertise in regards to its manipulation. In application, this flow of spiritual pressure allows for techniques such as Hierro, a style of defense he found endearing from a previous combat division captain.

» Crushing Wheel, Collapsing Realm: A one handed sword style turned martial art; developed from the teachings at Shin'o academy, alongside several sparring sessions with various masters of their craft. Consisting of fourteen individual techniques, and split into two unique schools; one bearing the 'Eight-Spoked Wheel' moniker, the other 'Six-Enlightened Realms'. After several hundred years of iteration, these techniques are wholly Hideo's own, their names and stylings removed from whatever they originally were.

Eight-Spoked Wheel: Named for the circular arcs of the blade, there is no general drawing style accompanied, and various grips of the hilt. Each of the techniques takes some inspiration with their name, which follow -


Six-Enlightened Realms: Two sets of three form to make six; throws paired in terms of their lethality. While the less lethal techniques can utilize both limbs or the hilt of his sword, the remaining throws and grabs are used nigh exclusively in a manner to kill Hideo's target, the blade being a pivotal piece of their function. From least to most lethal, they follow -



» Agrippan Methodology Kido: Hideo believes himself to have cracked a specific code within the categorization and numbering of kido, following a method he began studying sometime five hundred odd years ago. By assigning each letter of the corresponding kido class with its correct Agrippan numeral, adding them together should provide the 'mathematically correct' spell for that class. Following are his two revelations, regarding Hadō and Bakudo.

Hadō #63. Raikōhō: Taking the individual values of each letter within 'Hadō' - h=8 / a=1 / d=4 / o=50 - and adding them together, Hideo has come to the singular conclusion that sixty-three is the "perfect" Hadō spell. Capable of feats that twist and exaggerate the spell beyond most user's parameter, simply casting the technique with a full chant is comparable to a warhead.

Bakudo #67. Yashōka-ō Hashira Taking the individual values of each letter within 'bakudo' - b=2 / a=1 / k=10 / d=4 / o=50 - and adding them together, Hideo has come to the singular conclusion that sixty-seven is the "perfect" bakudo spell. Notably within the Agrippan Method, the letter 'U' is not recognized, although this has not been a discredit to his belief in the spell's function. From partial manifestation to size alteration, the base property of the bakudo can extend over an entire city when fully chanted.

» Blade of Reincarnation: A zanjutsu technique developed for the easy dispatch of low-level hollow. Focusing the user's reiatsu into the hilt of their zanpakuto, they temporarily exert the stored energy into the blade upon attacking a low level (Spirit Class 7-9) hollow, forcing the blade into a state of empowered konso. A strike to the mask with this technique is all but a guaranteed expulsion of said hollow's soul, with any body blows being capable of nigh-instantly obliterating their body. This attack still stings to higher level hollows, although without the dwarfing of spiritual magnitude it rarely comes as a killing blow.

» Blade of Rejection: A zanjutsu technique created to forcibly end blade clashes, requiring the user to actively match or overwhelm the connecting opponent's strength. As long as the user is capable of at least forcing a stale mate with two blades locked against each other, they can shunt a wave of spiritual pressure through and out their blade at the connecting point. In an instant, the blades are blown back from one another, creating a decisive opening. It does not save the user from any blade clashes they would've lost normally. When applied to a blade otherwise, it can be compared to throwing a punch in addition to the cut.


» Zanpakutō Name: Zankigeiwa [山鬼の鯨波 Battle Cry of the Mountain Demon]

» Zanpakutō Spirit: Colossal. Hog like, bipedal, and covered in muscle. ~~~ stands at roughly thirty-seven meters~ (one hundred twenty feet~), clad in little more than a waistcloth. His shoulders bear the wheel of dharma, with several thick black lines tattooed across forearms. Even in the nicest of lighting, ~~~'s skin is a dark, blemished pink. From the corners of his mouth are large tusks, bound on either base with further dharma wheels. Between narrow, arrogant eyes is a large snout, bearing a fat, golden nose ring. Despite his aggressively massive physique, his skin seems bloated, almost fat with muscle.

» Inner World: A singular, massive palace encompasses the inner world of Zankigeiwa. A room with walls infinitely far away, and yet close at the same time - the back wall of which is always seen. An enormous waterwheel, forever turning. Substituted for water are gold coins, amongst various other world currencies. Silks line pillars, sweeping high above various cushions strewn in over-luxury. The notable smells of perfume and incense emanate throughout, the smoke forming an eternal ceiling; reaching up, and into the nothing.

» Sealed Zanpakutō Appearance: A traditional katana, sheathed in solid black. The guard as it meets the sheath is shaped into a golden dharma wheel, rounded spokes numbering eight. The hilt is fairly unadorned, a golden sheen peeking through black twine. The blade has a small vein of gold, peeking through its edge.

» Sealed Zanpakutō Power: A soul killed by Zankigeiwa is permanently marked in the soul cycle, gaining a unique dharma-wheel shaped birthmark on the back of their right hand. Hideo can recognize people with this mark preternaturally, allowing him to identify souls between the spokes that are the wheel of the soul cycle. Furthermore, the residual reiatsu of someone killed by the sealed blade is condensed into a coin of their local currency - defaulting to an unmarked golden coin when killing a hollow. These are stored within his inner world, each providing a miniscule addition to his own reiatsu.


» Shikai Release Phrase: "Cycle, Zankigeiwa."

» Shikai Release Action: Stabbing forward into the air, the blade dissolves into the guard, causing the dharma wheel to expand and spin. As the wheel swirls backwards and into the user's hand, the hilt of the transformed weapon shifts back into their grip; settling it's blade onto their shoulder as the wheel disappears.

» Shikai Appearance: As the zanpakutō is released, it takes the form of an enormous cleaver of tarnished gold. The handle more comparable to a log, wood bound in black rope. A flare of red tassels from this end, the opposite bearing the base of the blade. Branching from one shoulder to another to be wielded in any semblance, the entire weapon is roughly three and a half meters (eleven feet~) long. The blade shows numerous chips, the back of the metal having a large hole situated as any butcher's tool.

» Shikai Abilities: With its inordinate size, Zankigeiwa possesses no other ability worth mention. It is, however, an incredibly proficient and powerful weapon by all means. While it has some latent potential, the strength it has it just that; overwhelming strength, raw power. The origin of the shikai leaves in in a somewhat vulnerable state if not for its own impressive durability; any battle damage in a fight maintained upon advancing into bankai. The damage inflicted by the shikai is such that defeated foes reiatsu will be fully dispersed, ending any techniques that otherwise might've maintained. In turn, it does not possess the same coin-smithy as the sealed blade.


» Black Eyepatch: Purely aesthetic. There's an eye back there.

» Gigai Pill: A storage device housing a specially made gigai in the form of a pill. Upon exerting their spiritual pressure, Hideo can force the pill to explode in a cloud of smoke, reforming into its original shape. It appears much the same as him, although it has been enhanced with increased levels of pleasure receptors and pheromonic excretions. Similarly it can be put back into the pill shape by exerting pressure, bypassing the need for a mod soul.



General Skills
» Durability: Advanced
» Speed: Advanced
» Strength: Elite
» Martial Skill: Master

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

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

Mizu was unperturbed by Ulquiorra's words, taking them more as a taunt than a serious analysis. A person's convictions can't be boiled down to as little as the Arrancar was trying to do, to Mizu. She remained confident in her intentions and was willing to do whatever it takes to see them through. "Think what you want, Arrancar! A Shinigami's duties are to the Gotei United and Soul Society, and today that means defeating you no matter what. I'll show you and everyone here what Shinigami means!"

Sensing the power behind Ulquiorra's Cero, she knew it was a mighty attack regardless of an absence of killing intent. Before it could reach her Mizu held her left hand aloft and shouted "Bakudō #81: Dankū!" This spell created a translucent wall many times her own size between herself and Ulquiorra's energy blast, defending against it without shattering. At the same time she sensed the sudden disappearance of her Arrancar foe and, quicker than she could react, felt pain in her chest as the woman's leg connected with her ribs.

Having now been in dozens of real-world battles, many of which involved her being pushed to and past the brink, Mizu was developing patterns she had recently begun noticing. One of these patterns caused her to, with every bit of speed she could muster, latch onto Ulquiorra's leg and hold on tight despite the pulsing pain in her chest almost assuredly from a bruised rib. That same pattern than caused her to speak words before her mind had even formed a plan "Hadō #63: Raikōhō!" Instead of firing a lightning bolt, her instinctively-cast spell would explode in a wide blast of electrified spiritual energy, enveloping both of them in it's ire as it did.

It seemed as if this Hollow was made of something tougher than most of the rest of it's kind, something that allowed it to fight through pain and unequal odds. Still, it's just a Hollow, Mizu thought to herself. And it was her duty to see it be defeated and purified no matter the cost. With a grunt and gritted teeth Mizu held the whirlwind her spell had created and glared at the seemingly-mindless beast trapped within it. Something had to give, and Mizu had a plan to force the issue.

Mizu suddenly stabbed her Zanpakuto into the ground beside her and placed the hand that had held it next to her other one which held the Tenran spell. Though she felt the creeping exhaustion from both casting many spells and dealing with the elevated heat, she spoke words she hoped with sound the Hollow's defeat with them "Hadō #63: Raikōhō!" In her right hand gathered a mass of Reishi which was quickly expelled in the form of a lightning bolt of energy that enveloped the wind funnel and, if all goes right, would electrocute Canguro from all sides, dealing considerable damage to it's whole body in the process.