Hanako thought for a moment before she answered Takehiko’s question.
“Now that you mention it, I don’t know Captain Kobayashi’s releases either. I have sparred with him on several occasions, I even used my Shikai, but he never used his.”
She made a vague gesture with her hand. She had an idea of what nature her Captain’s powers were, although she never saw any release of his. It was equally terrifying and tempting to test herself against the Shikai of her Captain. Although, the question remained if it was at all a smart idea, given how frighteningly powerful he was.
“I don’t really like using my Shikai against friends…” Hanako said slowly, mainly addressing Amon.
“But if you like, I can show it to you.”
She exchanged a glance with Takehiko before she went a bit off to the side where she had enough space. Then she drew her sword in a slow and flowing motion. How many hours her hands had held this weapon... Hanako wouldn’t even try to count them. It felt familiar, like a part of her own body. Yet she still experienced the drawing of her sword consciously every time. The touch of the hilt wrapping against the skin of her fingers, the weight of the sword in her hand.
Hanako extended the flowing motion until she held the sword away from her body to her right side.
The command was given calm and quietly, but her voice carried power. Immediately Hanako’s reiatsu concentrated around her body and gave her silhouette an icy-blue outline. The light also engulfed the sword, began creeping over her back and flowing over her left arm. The glowing sword grew to an enormous size, almost as long as Hanako was tall. After only a moment it was all over.
The weapon she was now carrying bore little resemblance to a normal Katana. If it stood on its tip it would almost reach to Hanako’s shoulder. It curved from the tip in a wide arch to a pommel, forming a long curved blade, with the last third of it acting as a handguard over the grip. The most unusual characteristic, however, was the material of which the sword was made. It looked as if it was formed from tightly interwoven roots. They made up the entire weapon, with the exception of a broad cutting edge and the chain that was attached to the pommel. From there the chain was loosely wrapped around Hanako’s right arm a few times, before it went over her back, where it connected to an old style samurai armor sleeve, made from dark red hardwood, she wore on her left arm.
She swung it a few times normally, then she let it circle on a very short length of chain, to demonstrate how she would use it in combat. While she did it she made sure that the big blade stayed well clear of floor, walls and ceiling.
“This form has its drawbacks. Obviously it is quite difficult to use in confined spaces, although not impossible, especially if I don’t care what happens to my surroundings. If I have enough room to maneuver and use Bakumusha to its full potential...well, let’s say the two of us have mastered a few precarious situations already.”
She patted the side of the blade in a way she would also pat the shoulder of a comrade. And why not? Essentially...it was exactly like that.
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