Bleach Hereafter RPG

The Event began without warning, taking even the Augers in the Wandenreich by surprise. The sudden, massive spike of infernal energy, and the accompanying devastation, left the handful of Quincies stationed in the Greater Osaka area scrambling to mount a response.

Fortunately for them, Lieutenant Steinfeld happened to be visiting the city, albeit in her civilian guise as a teacher officially buying literature from Amakusa  to share with her students in the English Literature Club.

The sudden roar, followed by rumbling, initially led Eisa to think she had been caught in an earth-quake too. She quickly ran from the shop she had been browsing, to make sure her car wasn't in danger of falling into any crevices. For a moment adrenaline surged through her veins, wondering why there had been no advance warning of an impending earthquake.

But she soon realised. There was no mistaking the spiritual energy that was now oozing through the city, a miasma of evil and darkness that burned her nostrils with the stench of sulphur.

Her expression hardened. This was neither Earthquake nor even the much hated Hollows, but something far worse, something that scarcely seemed possible in this day and age. A rip between the worlds, spilling out the Damned to inflict their torments on the living.

Her phone was already buzzing. Messages from her husband, her boss, and one straight from Command in Tokyo. Direct orders from the General. Investigate and eliminate with extreme prejudice all disruptive elements. 

She was also authorised to recruit/deputise any assets she might need. A surprising concession, though in a sense a meaningless one. She was in no position to requisition anything more than what she already had to hand. 

Opening the boot of her car, ignoring the chaos unfolding around her, she quickly retrieved her uniform and Bow-stave from the hidden compartment in the trunk of her car.

Donning her cap and dress-coat, she could hear the distant cries of alarm and confusion turn to screams of terror. Her blood ran cold, and the hair prickled on the back of her neck.


This was no mere Hollow attack. Something far worse was going on.


Now mostly dressed, she sent off quick texts to her superior confirming she had received her orders and was engaging the threat, and one more to her husband. For a moment she paused, as she automatically typed out a comforting lie, but thought better of it. Instead she simply told him that she would be late home, as she had a job to do.

She hesitated, but then signed off the message with the characters for Love in Japanese. But she had no time to think about such things. In truth, she didn't want to. As terrifying as the circumstances were, once her duty was clear she became an automata. Her instincts were such that it would have been strange to feel anything except cold, focused determination.

Leaping up from the street, uncaring if panicked peoples saw her and trusted that they had more pressing things to worry about than a strangely dressed woman skulking from building to building, she made her way towards the largest fire, and readied her bow.

She could have tried to locate the other Quincies in the area, she supposed. Tried to make a plan, and contain what was happening. But she refused to hesitate. Lives were at stake. Every second she wasted, even to something like that, was a human life in jeopardy of being dragged to Hell.

And she refused to allow that.  More even than the extermination of the Sinners, her priority was to ensure not a single innocent suffered a fate worse than death.


She half-flew, half-ran, her gaze unwaveringly trained ahead, seeking like an eagle for targets.

In a way, she was glad there were no others with her. It made it so much easier for her to react. Anything that she could sense was bound to be a threat, and therefore she didn't have to hold back even a little.

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On Tensai's table in his lab at the Shinigami Research and Development Institute, he was using the cell phone Shida gave him to make a new updated model of the Denreishinki that allows better communication between Soul Society and the World of the Living. This sleek model now resembling more modern cellphones of the world of the living, and he hopes to offer other features and apps besides the Hollow radar. Luckily the map feature gives a more accurate representation of the area. Especially giving satellite views of the planet. Would help to make the Hollow Radar for this more accurate. And the touch screen is also very handy.

It was then he heard various people leaving their workspaces in a huff as people left to go somewhere. Curiosity is one of the key components of being a scientist, without that curiosity there would be no science or thirst for knowledge, so of course, someone fo Tensai's character would go and look. Everyone was rushing towards the Spiritual Wave Measurement Lab in a hurry as Tensai walked into the others as he was shocked to see what was happening on screen. A massive anomaly happening in the World of the Living. How could something like this have happened?

Various people are talking about how the energy signals are very similar to the Hell Gates that the souls of sinners to Hell. Tensai is familiar with said gates as he read about them and witnessed them firsthand himself but this is not just a flux of Hell Gates opening in one area somehow it seemed a portal has opened from Hell into the city of Osaka. He then was approached by one of the other members who gave him an order from the captain himself. It seems due to his combat experience from his report and his familiarity with the Hell Gates he is tasked to investigate this phenomenon, try to figure out the source, and perhaps bring one of the freed Togabito in for study and experimentation.

To get such an important task passed down from Tsugur Daisho himself. He'll make sure to not fail their expectations as he heads out to take care of this issue with the Shinigami that will be aiding him. Although he didn't expect the member he would be with to be so...crass, to say the least. She certainly is a hot-blooded woman. Though Tensai has no time to worry about things such as sexual attraction.

"I am Tensai Toshiaki 5th Seat of the 12th Division, sent to investigate and hopefully stop this phenomenon. I see that our third arrival hasn't joined us quite yet," Tensai said.

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Tags: Hibano , Yoshinori Okamoto , eisa steinfeld1d100

Life was certainly an interesting thing.

These days, it seemed as if Yoshinori spent less and less time in the Maggots' Nest. While his primary job was to oversee the prisoners kept within the Nest's confines, reports flooding into headquarters these days seemed to get stranger and stranger. From Fullbringers killing Hollows in the streets, to rogue Shinigami in the outskirts of South Rukongai, to now escaped Hell denizens? What was next? The Soul Kings distributes invitations to his pajama party next weekend? The emergencies popping up across the Goteijūsantai's radar was becoming a bit too much for most regular officers to deal with, and thus were delegated to the more senior staff. The Second Division in particular was being flooded with more and more tasks that require a more subtle hand, and while the unique task of cleaning up Hell denizens running rampant would usually be a job for the Executive Militia, there were already several other assignments thrown their way that were already in progress, resulting in a scramble for personnel.

That was when Yoshinori's name popped onto the board. His track record for remarkable success on field missions and to maintaining an acceptable degree of anonymity and professionalism in the heat of the moment made him an attractive choice. The arrangements were even made for his overseer position to be taken over temporarily by the Sixth Seat, allowing him the freedom to be in the field for as long as necessary.

Dressed in his usual black Shinigami Shihakushō, Yoshinori sported his usual accessories, including but not limited to his golden earrings, golden armbands and of course his trademark golden snake, Hanzō, draped loosely across his neck and shoulders like some form of live scarf. Eyes lazily cast about, Yoshinori arrived to the Senkaimon Gate not long after the gate began to open, Japanese Kiseru (smoking pipe), planted firmly in his mouth, only loosening upon the man's exhale, to which a large plume of tobacco smoke was released into the air.

Silence was the Shinigami's game as he casually approached the gate, simply content to smoke quietly while contemplating the details of the mission, occasionally sharing a hushed word or two with Hanzō, who only hissed in response, as if actively listening and responding. Despite the extreme disinterest the Fourth Seat seemed to wear on his face, the man's eyes casually glided across the gate, allowing him to see the approaching Eleventh Division Shinigami a whopping twenty seconds before she actually spoke aloud to him and the other Shinigami, Tensai Toshiaki, from the Twelfth Division.

"Maria Tokareva, 11th Division. Cap told me that I'll be tagging along with you two."

Oh dear...the Eleventh Division.

Yoshinori didn't dislike the Eleventh Division. In fact, he found them appealing in a way that was unique amongst the Gotei Thirteen. Their unorthodox behavior, bordering on rowdy, was quite endearing. It reminded Yoshinori of the Inuzuri District in Rukongai, where he grew up. An unapologetic bluntness paired with overwhelming confidence in the face of adversity that was so characteristic of the Rukongai outskirts. Despite being so long removed from the rough life of the 78th District South Rukongai, Yoshinori felt the most comfortable in such an environment, and thus found himself often connecting with Eleventh Division members. In fact, he was almost tempted to enlist in the district himself as he neared graduation from Shino Academy several years previous. So what stopped him?

They were just too damn eccentric. Plus, the Second Division's interest in recruiting him into the Onmitsukidō was too much of an honor to refuse.

Not even dwelling on the fact that he was the latecomer amongst the trio, Yoshinori bowed his head before Tensai and Maria, an amused smile on his face.

"Well this is a fun little mix of individuals, isn't it? How exciting. Yoshinori Okamoto, Fourth Seat of the Second Division. I am sure we are all eager to get on the road to face this once in a lifetime phenomena, and figure out how the hell to stop it. So shall we be off?" Taking yet another slow inhale from his smoking pipe, Yoshinori directed his face away from the pair of Shinigami as he exhaled yet another long stream of smoke from his mouth.



"I'm sure we'll all become the best of friends before this mission is over."

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So that was who she was going to be dealing with, huh. A nerd from 12th Division, who appeared so meek that he could probably die from one of the Sinners glaring at him too angrily, and a smoker from 2nd Division who immediately declared that they are going to be the best of chums. Surely, Soul Society could have provided someone better? Ah, well, might as well just roll with it.

Maria slightly scoffed, placed her hand on her hip and spoke back at Yoshinori:

"If you manage to pull your weight today, then who knows, maybe we will. Emphasis on if."

The Senkaimon gate opened widely and Maria stepped forward first, expecting the two other Shinigami to follow after her, and arrived to the skies of Osaka, greeted with an already described sight of the destroyed, battered and ruined panoramic view of Osaka.



The arrival of the Shinigami caught the Sinners' attention. One after the other, their mobs ceased looting and destroying everything in sight, and turned their eyes towards the opened ethereal gate. A few of the creatures were left disappointed by what they sensed - fully expecting themselves to have caused so much havoc that all of Soul Society is left in complete panic, they wished to see several Captains come out of that portal, and yet, all that was there was "ordinary" Shinigami.

From the streets of Osaka, the Sinners converged into a single one, flooding it like a massive march - and they ignored everything on the way. The survivors of theri attack, even the vigilante spiritual humans who were waiting to make a move, or the Shinigami themselves. From the crowd of Sinners, a handful of figures began to make their way forward.

The sharp-edged cloaks they covered themselves with informed that they were a big deal among the Hell escapades, and so did the powerful Reiryoku signatures emanating from them. In unison, they raised their hands to the sky, and from them, a gigantic shower of dark flame shot out, firing off to the sky and then raining down upon the entire district.

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"Oh dear..."

Upon following Maria out of the Senkaimon Gate, Yoshinori found himself face to face with the ruin that was Osaka. It seemed as if the Sinners had already had their fun with the place, causing as much carnage as humanly possible. However, upon taking note of the opening Senkaimon Gate, the Sinners ceased action, and seemed to congregate together, eyes completely on them. Hell, at least they stopped looting the place, even if it meant that there was little hope of any pre-combat surveillance.



"You think if we ask nicely they'll stop? I say it's worth a shot." Yoshinori mused, such a statement only complimented by a trademark puff of smoke as he stepped out onto open air, fully leaving the confines of the open gate. Green eyes gazed downward towards the Sinners. Were they expected a Shinigami response? If so...why hesitate with an attack? Why not capitalize on a moment of opportunity and swarm the trio immediately before they have a chance to prepare themselves?

Was it overconfidence? Or..?

Yoshinori's thoughts regarding the matter were interrupted midway by the emergency of several cloaked figures pushed their way into the forefront. Their Reiryoku came across the dark skinned Shinigami's radar almost instantly, reporting a much higher level than generally anticipated from a band of escaped Hell denizens. The news almost brought a sigh to Yoshinori's lips. It seemed like nothing was ever easy these days. As if escaped Sinners wasn't bad enough, now he actually needed to try when it came to dispatching the lot of them? Shit's hard.

Buuutt someone had to do it. Especially when they attacked first.

In a sudden burst of energy, the cloaked figures attacked! With dark balls of flame now peppering Osaka, Yoshinori suddenly found his timetable for strategy suddenly cut completely out of the equation. In fact, the Shinigami barely managed to find time to yell out to his teammates before spurring into action,"

"Scatter! Reconvene on the cloaked figures, dispatch all but one! We need a prisoner for interrogation." Yoshinori said in a harsh voice, all amusement and jest now melted into nothingness, replaced by an all business demeanor. Almost immediately after he said his peace, the silver haired Shinigami vanished into thin air, his body fizzling away as he executed Shunpo, quickly dashing and weaving his way out of the way of the dark flame shower that plagued the city.

Only once the shower of fire had concluded did Yoshinori fizzle back into sight, appearing within the ruins of a now destroyed skyscraper. Despite a few choice burned holes in his Shihakushō, the silver haired Shinigami was relatively unharmed, his eyes slits as he stared through a broken window at the mass of Sinners gathered.

His hand slowly tightening around the hilt of his Zanpakuto, Yoshinori slowly withdrew the blade from its scabbard, revealing a gleaming Wakizashi. The Zanpakuto's sealed form itself was rather unremarkable, if one didn't count the fact that the sword boasted some form of strange engravings all along the blade, along with a single purple tassel that protruded from the pommel.



Swapping his grip upon the hilt into a reverse grip, Yoshinori straightened up, eyes gliding across the crowd to pick out the cloaked figures.



"I guess negotiation is out the picture now...a shame..." The assassin sighed, biding his time until the moment was right to strike.

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Time seemed to have slowed to a crawl in the Battle for Osaka. Had it been seconds, minutes, or hours since she had begun her desperate battle amongst the smoking, fiery skyline of a once peaceful metropolis? Ash stained all her clothes, a reality that reminded her of her last, most recent defeat at the hands of a Shinigami during her Summer Holiday.

But such bitter memories were a distraction from this vastly worse situation. A personal defeat was one thing, but a collective blow against Humanity like this was an unfolding nightmare, a tragedy of cataclysmic proportions. Sinners were running wild, a direct violation of the Natural Order and an Affront to the Soul Emperor and God.

At first she had thought to simply charge them and blast them apart one by one, but her haste to save lives had plunged her woefully unprepared into an assault of far greater size than she could have imagined.

She had been forced to abandon her plan to Seek and Destroy, after running smack into arcing fire-bolts from Sinners below. It seemed they too had ranged attacks.

The fire smashed into her like a bolt from below, consuming her completely. It burned and ached, ravaging not just her skin but her soul, sending lightning signals of twisting agony throughout her body.

It was far worse than the fire she had faced at the hands of Iroh.

It burned at every guilty memory, every sinful deed, every corner of her self, from her toes to her hair. but it was a familiar memory.

It blasted through her, leaving her uniform blackened and grey and crisp around the edges, her skin red and blistered, her hair singed at the strands. It was like being electrocuted with fire, A hideous experience that would have killed a normal human outright, or worse.

Against such a powerful, overwhelming and painful blast, she could do naught but retreat. No, she did not retreat. She ran, like a damn coward. Her eyes were wet with irritating, salty tears.

Now, crouched on a shattered rooftop, she considered her next move. In the streets below, she could still hear the sobs and cries of the unfortunate civilians, dragged from hiding places or snatched up by laughing demons. It pained her so to remain passive in the face of such horror.

After this, she was sure, there would be many Pluses, and many Hollows, screaming their pain at the world.

For once, she could not blame them. She gritted her teeth in impotent rage.

As she nursed her burns, she spotted in the distance a relatively small group of Sinners charging from the cover of the city, smashing aside rubble and abandoned cars with wild abandon.

The demons seemed hell-bent on a target in particular. She watched them for a moment, watched them lobbing another one of those damned Hellfire attacks. As they did so, their backs were turned to her.

This was an opportunity. For payback. For the lost and the damned.

"Heilige Sankt. Bogen."

Drawing her bowstring, she prepared not one, not two, but multiple shots. Her Bowstave was less archery and more gunnery, but today she sought to spray the Sinners with all her repressed fury and anger, a hailstorm of righteous wrath.

"Gottes blutige Wunden."

Eisa's eyes blazed with icy determination as she sent shot after shot raining down on the twisted, demonic figures.

Her senses, extending as far as her power would let her, picked up some distant, powerful auras. The targets of the charging demons, she assumed.

Allies?

No, she realised with chagrin.

Shinigami.

As if this day couldn't get any worse...

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"Good thing keeping them alive doesn't mean keeping them conscious!" Maria yelled at the top of her lungs at Yoshinori's commands, scattering from the rest of the Shinigami and jumping from building to building, avoiding a shower of coal black flames as she went. Tapping the hilt of her Zanpakuto, the woman summoned a burst of raw Reishi around her, dispersing the heat and the flame in a small circle around her and leaving her, mostly, unscathed. Here, from the top of a five story building which used to be a casino before the Sinners struck, Maria observed the landscape of the battlefield.

The hooded fighters lowered their hands, content at the destruction, having sowed uncontrollable flames across much of the district. Yoshinori was observing the situation from a distance as well. Tensai, on the other hand, leapt into action - Maria would not have anticipated the one from Twelfth Division to be the one to draw first blood, and was left pleasantly surprised when the green-haired nerd sliced and blasted several of the weaker Sinners at once. The ones who foolishly tried to stop the Shinigami ended up chopped into pieces.

It got the woman to charge forward herself, to not let Tensai steal all of the glory. As she flew from atop the building, however, time suddenly froze for her. An arrow sped past her shoulder, almost grazing her cheek, and moving on before smashing straight across a Sinner's head.

What..?

That couldn't have been Yoshinori, unless that pipe of his doubled as a gun.

Maria turned in mid-air and landed on her feet in a slide, immediately glaring at the distance, focusing on her spiritual senses as well. Far, far away in the distance, at a point when she couldn't even see any more than a tiny speck, she sensed a source of energy. And from it, a hail of arrows descending upon the Sinners. A Quincy..? Maria thought to herself as she nonchalantly drew her blade and sliced across a charging inhabitant of Hell who tried to tackle her from the side. And then charged away to continue slashing things.

Already, the Shinigami and the Quincy were putting a dent in the massive horde - only for a sudden powerful roar to come:

"Meiji!"

Hearing his name spoken, one of the hooded Sinners stepped forward and tossed his cloak to the side, revealing his full, armored size, and a face partially hidden by a Sinner mask.



Meiji stepped out of a small congregation of Sinners, his eyes set upon Tensai, a mere fifty or so meters now separating the two warriors. The Sinner tightened his muscles and slammed his foot on the floor, cracking the asphalt, then roared:

"THUNDER KING FIST!"

What followed was a powerful punch across the air, whipping up a gigantic torrent of wind and dust. Then another one, and another one, until Meiji was sending dozens of high powered punches in a matter of seconds. Covering a wide cone in front of its user, the Thunder King Fist was meant to not just blow away the Shinigami in front of him, but also destroy building after building in its path, as well as anyone who may still be in there. Or on there. Even Maria, who wasn't even in the way of the attack, had to cross her arms to not get blown away by the attack.

A little bit further from that scene, to a patch of the main street now littered by several Sinners impaled by arrows, a solitary figure stepped into and then removed its cloak.



Though his face was covered by his Sinner mask save for a glowing red eye, the man was clearly human - and also rather young compared to his peers. That glowing eye locked onto the speck atop a skyscraper in the distance with pinpoint accuracy - and then pulled off a bow made of ashwood from his back. Silently loading it with an arrow, the Sinner fired - one, then the other, with the power of an explosive missile.

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Waiting and observing had its benefits.

Yoshinori wasn't one to judge one's combat ability based of division alone, but even so he found himself surprised Tensai's combat capabilities, the scientist diving into the thick of it without much reservation. Not only that, but he seemed to be doing rather well for himself too. That was perfect. Between Tensai's own abilities and Maria's, it offered the perfect opportunity for a few...

Scratch that.

Yoshinori's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden shift in the battle atmosphere, most notably in the sudden calling of a name: Meiji. As if responding to the call, a broad shouldered male Sinner threw off his cloak and made his way to the forefront. Before Yoshinori could even register what was truly happening, or rather about to happen, this "Meiji" character threw back his head and roared to open air, before beginning to throw punches, the impact force throwing up shockwaves that rattled across the ground, tearing up the battlefield in a matter of moments. And it was heading right for him and Tensai.

Crap. This building's already compromised. Anything else would...

Not giving himself anymore time to consider his options, Yoshinori spurred himself into action, his body flickering before vanishing completely, utilizing Shunpo once more to augment his speed, zooming clear of the blast path before the building he was in was completely demolished, the shockwave still throwing the silver haired Shinigami for a loop, although not a particularly lethal one.

Landing atop a pile of rubble, Yoshinori didn't pause for longer than a second or two, his body immediately zooming forward once more in yet another Shunpo, positioning himself amongst the horde of Sinners that rallied well behind Meiji. While the broad shouldered Sinner was a big threat, he knew that as long as the small fry existed, they would continue to terrorize the public, or make matters worse for the Shinigami team than they already were. Best to eliminate distractions early.

"Hadō #78. Zangerin!"

With his Wakizashi planted in his right hand, large amounts of energy would begin to coalesce around the weapon, causing the blade to glow bright yellow



Gripping his Zanpakuto in a standard grip, Yoshinori slashed outward in a horizontal fashion from left to right, releasing a potent shockwave of energy into the crowd with the potential to straight up eviscerate those in his immediate area in one, lethal swing of his short blade. Not lingering around to see the fruits of his labor, or potential lack thereof, Yoshinori's form flickered out of view once more, something else having caught his eye. A pair of abnormally large Reiatsu, somewhat removed from the epicenter of battle, but not too far removed. Positioning himself at a higher elevation, the 2nd Division Shinigami grinded to a halt, eyes flitting from one direction to the next as it sought a visual.

There!

A woman, dressed in some form of white colored uniform, discharging energized arrows from her Bowstave atop a building in the distance. While first thought led Yoshinori to believe that she was another of the Sinners, the target of her arrows quickly changed his mind, the blinding blue shafts of death decimating any Sinner who dared to get in her way.

A Quincy.

It was then that something else caught his eye, another arrow shooting through air, another one of similar size and make shooting after it, tearing through air as it shot directly towards Eisa. Turning on his heel, Yoshinori caught sight of the second abnormal Reiatsu signature...this time a Sinner.

It didn't take much convincing for Yoshinori to decide his next target. A ranged fighter could choose his terrain, hiding behind the carnage of such a brutal fighter such as Meiji to conceal his shift his position and pick away at targets. A dangerous combination if left unattended. However, at the same time, the silver haired Shinigami was left without proper knowledge of the enemy's capabilities beyond a seeming proclivity towards archery. However, if this Quincy was fighting Sinners, it was probably best not to leave her to die, Shinigami/Quincy feud be damned. It wasn't like he personally had anything against the white clad humans anyway.

Spurring into action, Yoshinori launched himself back towards the ground, body hurtling towards earth much like a rocket, seemingly going for a direct attack approach from above, his Wakizashi held in a reverse grip as opposed to the standard grip that he employed earlier. However, before he could fully get into melee range, the Shinigami's form flickered and vanished!

Appearing once more on the ground behind the masked archer, Yoshinori threw himself back, muttering an incantation under his breath, before speaking aloud, his Wakizashi tearing through air as he released a condensed purple sphere of superheated energy towards the archer, simultaneously muttering under his breath,

"Hadō #54. Haien"



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 There's a reason why Tensai is not a higher seat than fifth in the 12th Division. There are many factors involving what determines what seat a person is situated in, combat ability, Reiatsu level, and if they have unlocked Shikai or not. While Tensai unlocked Shikai and has an impressive combat ability that he has honed during his time at the academy and perfected becoming one of the top members of the class, he prefers to focus on the pursuit of knowledge then getting into combat. However, as he has shown if he does get into combat he is a force to be reckoned with. Most likely the reason he was chosen by the captain specficially, and after this is over and they are victorious he may go up a seat or two.

  As he stood amongst the bodies of the weak ones he massacred he then witnessed one of their elite members come towards him. He appeared elderly but those muscle indicate a honed body. And as soon as he begun to punch the ground sending shockwaves did Tensai's hunch proven correct. Thinking quickly, under his breath he performs the incantation and calls out the spell.

"BAKUDŌ #41: KYŌMON!"

  As a shining glass like clear barrier formed in front of Tensai. While it held up for a bit Tensai would find himself knock back and take some damage, blood beginning to stain his white robes. However, from when the barrier was summoned, a shockwave came out towards Meiji's direction. Sending the damage Tensai suffered right back at them.

  It was then like Yoshinori he sensed the presence of a Quincy, he did his research on these types of spiritual aware humans but he thought them to be extinct or an endangered race. This feeling however there's no mistaking it. Admitedly he felt sorry for what had happened to the Quincies, while he understands the Gotei 13's reason for doing so and that they are a threat to the balance. There are other ways to prevent them from killing Hollows, such as offering the Quincies protection from Hollows so that they wouldn't have to fight themselves. Luckily these do not count as Hollows so it should be fine for them to aide them, they could use the extra help with Maria handling her own as well.

  And as every great scientist, Tensai himself came prepared. With his knowledge of purified salt as a reishi magnifier/conductor, from one of his pockets he threw and spread out some Reishi infused salt on some of the Sinners to weaken them. Then proceed to cut them down with his Zanpakuto.

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Tags: eisa steinfeld , Hibano , Yoshinori Okamoto

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The arrival of the Shinigami was more than politically embarassing. It was actively salt in the wound. The city was burning, she hadn't seen any of her colleagues, and she had been sent running by the overwhelming power of the Sinners, in both their numbers and their demonic energy.

Now, if her senses and eyes were to be believed, a mere three of them were cleaving a bloody path, a cavalry of god-like beings come to save the day, albeit perhaps too late for most in this district.

The sting of ash against her eyes, the taste of coppery blood in her mouth. It was easy to see why her kind hated these Shinigami, effortless warriors of spirit who seemed to almost be enjoying their battle against the demonic creatures below.

She had been trained to regard Hollows as a dangerous predator, an enemy to be circled and stalked and destroyed from afar. She was a consummate hunter, cold, icy, determined, focused.

But against the towering, raw hell-fire of the Sinnner's Invasion, her ice had melted. She had run, her tail between her legs, and hid, while the fires had raged.

She felt deep shame at her weakness, and her momentary cowardice.

Worse, she hadn't even sensed any of her fellow Quincies here in Osaka. Most likely they were all already dead.

I am the last here.

She watched as the Shinigami met a particularly huge Sinner, whose thunderous earth-strike shattered the ground and rattled the windows even as far away as her position. A formidable foe, she thought. But one with his back to her.

Her earlier bow-fire had barely tickled the Sinner hordes, but now she was determined to show these Shinigami why a Quincy Bow was a thing to be feared.

A singular prey. A singular focus.

Yet even as she raised her Bowstave, she saw out the corner of her eye something alarming.

A Sinner with a bow of their own.

She had no time to think. She leapt from the roof-top, as a hurtling missile of dark energy exploded the spot where she had been standing a moment before.

Fire and rubble engulfed her, even as she began to fall, ten stories to the inferno below.

Even as she fell, she knew she had to act. Pirouetting mid-air, she closed out everything except the task before her.

One quarry. Two shots.

She charged her Bow-stave, two powerful, reishi bolts drawn back on her spirit-string.

One to hold the quarry in place.
One to blast them.

Five stories. Four.

Her window of opportunity came. She loosed the bolts, screaming arcs that skimmed across the battlefield, a shrieking bolt of white, crackling energy followed behind by a blue one. She hoped to immobilise the Big Sinner, and give them a taste of some Lighting to go with their Thunder.

As for the Hunter in Black who had sent her plummeting to earth...

She made an acrobatic roll as she hit the ground, Reishi absorbing some of the shock of her fall. She had no time to recover her senses. Sinners were closing in from all directions.

All directions except one.

With a sigh, she began to sprint towards the Shinigami.

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The overwhelming display of power before the Sinner horde turned into a clash, as Tensai responded to the Thunder King Fist with a Bakudo spell which could neutralize it. A bubble surrounded the Shinigami in the face of the attack's advance, and not only did it manage to soften the blow, but also burst forth to send a shockwave across the battlefield - it blew away several Sinners and forced Meiji himself to cross his arms, dragging himself across the Earth. It was hardly enough to kill him, but it was easily able to keep him at bay.

As soon as the shockwave ceased, Meiji stared down at the dusted, emptied battlefield stretching between him and Tensai - then, he suddenly raised his hand, catching an arrow with his hand. The Sinner glared at it, confused, and turned towards the source of the projectile - and then immediately got struck by a second one, straight between his eyes. A powerful burst of electricity rolled across him and the lightning tore across the earth, forcing out a pained grunt from the warrior.

An another cloaked Sinner was approaching him by the time Meiji gasped in fury and yelled:

"Why are there Quincies still firing upon us?! Taisho was supposed to be eliminating them, where is he?!"

"Taisho..." the other Sinner whispered under his breath, turning to the side slightly.

After firing upon the Quincy in the far distance and seeing the top of the building be set ablaze, Taisho struck a faint smile, even if it wasn't visible when obscured by his mask - his confidence, however, turned out to be premature. Faster than the untrained eye could track, a new Shinigami suddenly appeared behind him, and before the Sinner could even finish turning around, a powerful purple sphere slammed straight into him, engulfing him and the area around him in a powerful explosion. Propelled by the blast, Taisho rolled across the ground and finally slammed into the glass windows of a fast food store, where he finally stopped and pulled himself back to his feet.

Now he couldn't even check if the Quincy was still alive... With a furious grunt under his breath, the Sinner tossed his bow aside and reached out to summon a sword of pitch-black steel, with which he swung across the air several times and released a sharp flying blast of Reishi with each stroke.

A little bit further away...

"You must have balls of steel coming here," Maria called out as soon as she dropped off the nearest building to run next to Eisa, the Shinigami and the Quincy both gunning for the same battlefield. The Thunder King Fist had separated her from the rest of the trio and a few really inviting looking Sinners distracted her enough for her to lose sight of the battlefield - and by the time she finally began making her way back, the mysterious Quincy crossed her path. Instead of chastising her for showing up in a battle meant for Shinigami, however, she simply struck a confident smirk and continued running. "Just make sure you hit 'em hard enough to prove it."

Already, she could see the towering Meiji in the distance, alongside many, many Sinners - and Tensai standing up against them, using a combination of purified salt and simple slashing to cut through the herd at ease. Why is he even at Twelfth Division? Those guys aren't supposed to kick so much ass!

"Fancy a round against them, Showa?" Meiji stated, turning his eyes towards the hooded Sinner next to him, who merely nodded, taking off the cloak in an instant.



A masked Sinner with pink flowing hair and a suit of armor underneath the black cloth, he raised his hand to the air and then forced it forward like a Kido spell, suddenly releasing a massive wall of pitch black flame, rolling forward at Tensai and aiming to consume not only him, but the people running behind him as well.

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tensai toshiaki Yoshinori Okamoto eisa steinfeld

THE SINNERS

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Bullseye.

Yoshinori ran a single hand through his silver hair, Wakizashi still planted in his right hand as he touched down upon the ground, watching the cloud of smoke that erupted from the fast food restaurant where Taisho had smashed into. It was quite possible that the attack had eradicated Taisho altogether, but Yoshinori doubted it. It wasn't simply due to their higher Reiatsu, of course. It was their coordination. Taisho, Meiji and whoever else was amongst these cloaked figures were well coordinated and obviously skilled in the art of combat and teamwork, more so than the average Sinners that he had taken down prior.

He knew Taisho wasn't down for the count yet. Yet, he had a short respite.

Focusing on the other Reiatsu signature--that of the Quincy--Yoshinori held up a single finger, causing it to spark alive with green colored energy, such gathered Reishi crackling along the pointer finger like electricity. Turning in the direction of Tensai and friends, Yoshinori called out,

"Quincy! Don't dodge. You're gonna need this. Bakudo #18: Meiyu!" With that, the green bolt of energy shot from his finger, moving straight towards Eisa like a bullet. Upon successful contact, the green energy would overtake the woman like some form of strange aura, the Shinigami's reishi rapidly moving to seep into the the woman's wound, swiftly repairing what it could, almost like an emergency first aid kit.

As it turned out, the Shinigami's decision to send a bit of emergency aid to his newfound ally was adeptly timed, for as soon as Yoshinori turned around, he was face to face with Taisho swinging a pitch black sword his way. However, while Taisho was swift in his own right, Yoshinori was faster, the Onmitsukidō member flickering from view as he utilized Shunpo to dart out of the way of the attack, causing the thin Reishi shockwave to arc out into a nearby building. Yoshinori himself reappeared less than several feet to the left of where he was previously, placing him right in the way of the Archer's follow up attack, although was that intentional? Rushing out to meet Taisho's blade was Yoshinori's own Zanpakuto, the Wakizashi clashing against the Sinner's sword with a spark of metal.

"You know, I've always wanted to duke it out with a masked man from Hell. Care to fulfill that part of my bucket list?" Yoshinori said in a smooth voice, his lips turning in a slight smile, his earrings clinking against each other with a soft chiming sound.

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