HAHA! I've been waiting for this moment, the moment I get to reveal AnShen's release form! MWAHAHAHA! Okay, I'm a little too excited. Now I don't want any flames about not being creative, you may understand as you read. Let me assure you that this idea is original.
I'd like to thank everyone for staying with my story so far. Okay, on with the story
Enjoy (Feel free to play epic music as you read)
Chapter 12
Sending a Message
"Unleash Chaos, AnShen"
The moment he finished uttering the command, AnShen began to glow a bright red, a hurricane of power built itself around the sword and its wielder.
The gathered Shinigami had to avert their gaze for fear of being blinded by the light.
"What crazy power," Kira managed to shout over the wind,
"This reiatsu," Hisagi said, "it's so dense and it feels so…dark."
Even Captain Ichimaru had to frown.
Gradually, the light died down and the winds settled; the Shinigami raised their eyes to gaze upon their foe's new power.
Kuroda stood with confidence, AnShen's true form had been taken.
He now held a new sword, its blade was only one sided and colored a dark red. Its blade was much wider than that of its original katana form, it had also grown much longer, spanning at least 4ft.
The hilt was now adorned with a flat skull as it's cross guard, the skull was missing its lower jaw, but more than made up for it by using's its long sharp teeth as a protective guard. And though its grip was obviously made to wielded with two hands, Kuroda easily hefted it with one.
"It feels good to hold you again," he whispered to his zanpaktou, he turned his gaze back to the shinigami, many of whom were visibly afraid.
"Stand your ground," ordered Hisagi,
"His zanpaktou is obviously suited to melee combat," observed Kira, "which makes him a perfect match for me. "
"Raise your head: Wabisuke!"
With a flick of his wrist, his katana suddenly transformed. The blade loss its traditional curve and straightened itself, also gaining two 90 degree angles at the end of the blade, creating something reminiscent of a squared hook.
"Hisagi, I'll disarm him, than you go in for the finisher," said Kira,
"Agreed," replied Hisagi as he gripped his own katana,
Across the courtyard, Kuroda looked on calmly as his opponents began to form their battle plan.
"Oi," he shouted, catching their attention, "I apologize if this defeats any plan you've just come up with, but my zanpaktou really wants to let loose."
The two lieutenants looked on in confusion, unable to understand what the man was trying to get at.
Slowly, Kuroda lifted AnShen and held him up as though he were about to swing the blade in a deadly horizontal arc.
"I also apologize, if this kills any of you,"
The Shinigami took their stance, expecting the Ryoka to charge them head on.
"Shino Kabe,"
Kuroda swung his blade in a wide arc, what happened next is hard to describe with words.
The swing generated a massive wave of red reiatsu, easily reaching the same heights as the wall that surrounded Seireitei. The wave of reiatsu tumbled towards the group of Shinigami, its height actually casting a shadow over them as it approached with incredible speed.
"RUN!" screamed the Lieutenants,
The shinigami tripped over themselves and each other as the desperately tried to escape the incoming wave of death.
Faces of agony and death decorated the wave, as though displaying what was to come for any poor soul that were caught in this horrible attack.
Despite their best attempts, the wall easily overtook them in matter of seconds.
"Shit!" spat Kira as he turned to see the wave descending upon them.
"We can't out run it," shouted Hisagi,
Both Lieutenants suddenly felt someone grab them by the collar and whisk them back, before they knew it, they found themselves sitting in a massive pile of rubble.
Both were dumbfounded to see the wave they had just been running away from, in front of them and moving farther and farther away as well as every single one of the other shinigami safetly beside them.
Both heard heavy breathing and looked down to see Captain Ichimaru panting heavily on the ground.
"Captain Ichimaru!" Kira called out in concern as he dropped to his knees to try to assist the exhausted Captain,
"Don'tcha ya worry Kira," panted Ichimaru, "I'll be fine."
"Kira," whispered Hisagi, his tone unnerving
"What is it?" asked the Lieutenant as he stood up,
Hisagi didn't respond, he simply stared into the distance, eye's wide with horror, mouth gaping in awe.
Kira soon understood why.
The ryoka's attack had utterly destroyed everything in its path, the fine pavement that had once been there was now reduced to rubble and any buildings it had come in contact with had been simply destroyed.
"What terrible power," he managed to whisper,
"We, need to run," Captain Ichimaru managed to say, "we're gonna need help."
"Agreed," replied Hisagi, "you need medical attention and I doubt we can do much against an opponent like that."
Kira grunted in agreement as he slung Captain Ichimaru's arm around his neck.
"Let's go, before he finds out we lived!" ordered Hisagi, "everyone retreat!"
"Too late for that," said a voice,
The two lieutenants whipped around to see the Ryoka standing just three meters from them; sword slung on his shoulder as his stared them down.
Kira and Hisagi raised their swords in defense.
"Stand aside you two, I'm only after him," said the Ryoka,
"Sorry, but that's not going to happen," answered Hisagi,
"I see,"
Without warning Kuroda suddenly sprung forth, easily clearing the distance between him and the two Lieutenants.
"Then I'll just have to push you aside," he decided,
With a twist of his body he spun himself and kicked out his foot, his heel connecting with Kira's face. The blow sent the blond haired man tumbling across the torn down landscape.
Hisagi, being too slow to block, was caught by an uppercut to the chin which sent him into the air and crashing down into a pile of rubble.
Having pushed away the two lieutenants, Kuroda turned to finish off the injured Captain. He immediately charged forth, AnShen raised over his head to deal the final blow.
"Bankai," commanded Gin,
The captain thrust out his zanpaktou and a bright beam of light lashed out towards the ryoka, Kuroda swung AnShen down and collided with the deadly beam.
The two attacks met in a dead lock, Kuroda ground his heels into the ground but to no avail. The captain's bankai was gradually pushing him back and if he so much as twitched his sword in any direction it would skewer him.
Gin gave one last push through his sword and sent the ryoka skidding across the ground all the way back to the gates.
As soon as Kuroda hit the wall, Gin retracted his blade and shunpo'd to his Lieutenant's side and picked him up then did the same for Hisagi before shunpoing deeper in Seireitei.
"Damn," growled Kuroda as he smashed his fist against the wall, "I nearly had him."
Hatred and anger crawled through his veins as he silently yelled at himself for having let Gin get away like that.
Taking a deep breath the anger gradually receded and his mind was clear once again.
"I should get moving," he mumbled to himself, "I've attracted too much attention as it is. I need to get somewhere safe and figure out some sort of plan."
With a path laid before him, Kuroda shunpo'd away.
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From the Captain Commander's room
"Captain Yamamoto, did you see that?" asked Lieutenant Sasakibe,
"Yes," he answered, "I did."
Meanwhile
Lieutenant Kira sat patiently in the waiting room as he waited for any news on his Captain's recovery. He kept expecting to hear bad news, he knew that the members of the 4th squad were excellent healers, but Kira had never seen his Captain so banged up. In fact, Kira had never seen his Captain ever injured at all.
Who was that Ryoka? How could he possess such terrible powers? What did he mean those who held their positions 100 years ago?
"Kira," said a sweet voice,
Kira looked up to see Lieutenant Isane; her face dripped with sweat but seemed heartwarming all the same.
"I have good news," she said,
"About Captain Ichimaru?"
"Yes, he's going to be fine," she assured,
Kira let loose a sigh of relief,
"But, he'll have to stay for the night," she put in, "he needs rest before he goes off on his own."
"I understand," said Kira, "I'm just glad that Captain Ichimaru will be alright."
Isane nodded in agreement, offering a warm smile, but frowned when she asked, "Kira, who did this?"
"A Ryoka," he replied solemnly, "I'm not quite sure who he was, but he was…something else."
"A Ryoka did this?" she asked in shock, "I can't believe it."
"Believe it," assured Kira, "he was like nothing I've ever seen; I've never witnessed such terrible power. He's not a man, he's a monster."
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Captain Shunsui Kyoraku of the 8th division lazily trod through the streets of Seireitei towards the 1st division barracks. Apparently some Ryoka had broken into Seireitei and now the old man was calling all the Captains together for a meeting.
This Ryoka had supposedly caused a lot of damage, if that was the truth, Shunsui didn't know anything about it, and he'd been sleeping most of the day. Heck he probably wouldn't have known about the meeting if Nanao hadn't woken him up.
The captain sighed heavily, he was getting too old for this, why couldn't they just let him relax for once.
"Shunsui!" he heard a voice call,
Shunsui turned to see his best friend, Jushiro Ukitake.
Jushiro was a pale man with white hair that went passed his shoulders. He was also the captain of the 13th division and despite his somewhat disarming charms; he was a powerful force on the battlefield. He might be even stronger if it weren't for his illness.
"Morning Jushiro," Shunsui called back, "how have you been?"
"I've been great Shunsui," smiled Jushiro, "the coughing's died down quite a bit, so I figured I was fit enough to go to the Captain's meeting, though Kiyone and Sentaro both urged me not to."
"Yeah they do that," smiled Shunsui, "I almost didn't go myself, lovely Nanao had to shove me out of my bed. She's so cute when she's angry."
The two of them soon came to the door of the 1st division barracks.
"Oi! This is Kyoraku Shunsui of the 8th division and Ukitake Jushiro of the 13th division, open up!" he called,
After a brief silence, the door creaked open, letting the two senior captains through.
In the Captain's Assembly hall, each captain, save Gin had arrived just on time.
2nd Squad Captain Soi Fon
4th Squad Captain Retsu Unohana
5th Squad Captain Sosuke Aizen
6th Squad Captain Byakuya Kuchiki
7th Squad Captain Sajin Komamura
8th Squad Captain Shunsui Kyoraku
9th Squad Captain Kaname Tosen
10th Squad Captain Toshiro Hitsugaya
11th Squad Captain Kenpachi Zaraki
12th Squad Captain Mayuri Kurotsuchi
13th Squad Captain Jushiro Ukitake
"Old man Yamamoto isn't here yet," observed Shunsui, "we must be early."
"Does anyone know what this meeting is about?" complained Mayuri, "I was attending to important experiments when I was called. If I'm gone too long my work will be wasted."
"I believe this has something to do with the Ryoka that infiltrated Seireitei," answered Captain Ukitake, "apparently he caused quite some damage."
"Oi, where's Ichimaru?" asked Kenpachi, "he's supposed to be here too."
"I will answer that," said a deep voice,
In came the Captain of the 1st division, Genryusai Yamamoto, the oldest and most powerful of them all. His hunched back and long white beard gave him the out word appearance of an old man but those who met him on the battlefield knew better than that.
Yamamoto had not stayed the Captain Commander for nearly 2000 years, simply because he was advanced in age. No, he was quite possibly the most powerful Shinigami in the history of the organization. Some wondered as to why he had not been asked to join the royal guard yet.
The old man took his place at the head of the assembly hall.
"Captains of the Gotei 13, we gather today to discuss a matter of upmost importance!" his voice boomed, "Seireitei has been invaded! Earlier today, on his own initiative, Captain of the 3rd Squad, Gin Ichimaru fought a Ryoka of great power."
"Gin released his zanpaktou, while this is usually an action that breaks the rules placed upon all captains, his actions shall be overlooked."
There was a murmur among the Captains; many were understandably confused as to why such a crime was overlooked.
"It shall be overlooked; because not only was Ichimaru Gin unsuccessful in killing or even pacifying the Ryoka, but he himself was defeated and grievously injured!"
"Did I hear right?" interrupted Kenpachi, "this Ryoka beat a captain?"
"Indeed," confirmed Yamamoto, "we believe this Ryoka initially traveled in a group of unknown numbers but was somehow separated due to Gin's intervention. It is for that reason that instead of condemning him, we should thank him. If a Ryoka had the ability to defeat a captain of Gin's level, it is better that we are dealing with just one, then the entire group."
"Do we know the identity of the Ryoka?' asked Aizen, "if he carries the kind of power to defeat a captain, there must surely be some sort of record or hint to show who he is. We can't possibly have overlooked him."
"As of now, we only know one thing," said Yamamoto, his voice heavy, "he was once a shinigami."
Silence hung in the air as the captains tried to take in what they'd just been told.
"Lieutenants Shuhei Hisagi and Izuru Kira have confirmed that the Ryoka wielded a zanpaktou," continued Yamamoto, "given these recent developments, we ceasing all of Seireitei's normal operations and diverting all forces in pursuit of the Ryoka! Seireitei is now in a state of emergency, let us show the Ryoka that we will not be trifled with!"
Afterwards
"Jeez, that was some meeting huh?" said Shunsui lazily,
"Yeah, something like this hasn't happened for a real long time," said Jushiro, "did you see the damage that Ryoka did; it'll take months to repair that part of Seireitei."
"Ya know, that reiatsu the Ryoka gives off," started Shunsui, "it feels kind of…familiar."
"I thought you were napping when the Ryoka attacked," Jushiro pointed out,
"Did I? Must have been talking about another time," Shunsui said slyly.
"Well, do you think you know who it is?"
"Hmmm, I'm not entirely sure," said Shunsui as he folded his arms, "but, it's definitely from someone you and I know. It's getting late, I'm going home."
"Alright, I'm *cough*cough*cough*-"
"Hey," said Shunsui as he rushed to his friend's side, "are you alright?"
"I'm fine," said Jushiro reassuringly, "I guess this is just *cough*cough*cough*"
Shunsui sighed before helping his friend up "Let's get you to Unohana,"
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Yoruichi sat down at the porch of the house they were staying at, her tail waving around thoughtfully as she looked towards the wall of Seireitei that separated their group.
"You stupid pig," she muttered, "why'd you have to do it? Why couldn't you have stayed with us?"
She felt angry at her friend for rushing off like that into the middle of battle and then just pushing them out of the way. He always did this, he always went off on his own, it was only when Kisuke and her forced him to work together that he would concede.
She let loose a heavy sigh, because she knew at the same time, she wasn't angry at all. Instead, she was worried. Kuroda may be one of the most powerful warriors she'd ever seen but he'd always been very…unstable. Always a bit…off. People always whispered that he was insane or psychopathic, that the people of his Division were all recruited from insane asylums, or that he himself had been a criminal.
She remembered that sometime she'd confront him with these words. He'd always brush it off and say;
"If that's what they're saying then I'm doing my job well, let the fear run through the grape vine, it only serves my purpose."
She sighed again, "You never did know how to really have fun."
"Who didn't?"
Yoruichi turned to see Ichigo standing behind her, his arms crossed and his face still serious. In a way, he reminded her of Kuroda, except a little more upbeat and not quite as intelligent.
"Hello Ichigo," she replied, "I was just thinking of Kuroda."
"Judging by the way you two interact," he said sitting down next to her, "I'd say that you two have known each other for a long time."
"You're not as naïve as you act," chuckled Yoruichi,
"Thanks I- Hey wait!"
"But your right," she continued, "he and I have known each other for longer than I can remember, this may surprise you but when he was younger, he couldn't stop smiling."
"Kuroda, smiling?" asked Ichigo, "man, that'd be kind of weird."
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Kuroda hid in an alley as a patrol of Shinigami ran passed him. One Shinigami, a red haired lieutenant stayed behind to search more thoroughly but Kuroda easily avoided him as well.
Using Shunpo he skipped from roof to roof until he found a relatively quiet sector and hid himself in a storehouse.
It was clear to him now that the higher ups had declared a state of emergency as the streets were practically swarming with Shinigami.
None of them were strong enough to be an actual threat but Kuroda didn't want to draw any unneeded attention.
At the moment his plan was to wait until Ichigo and the others arrived, no doubt Yoruichi would find some way of getting them in.
"I can't believe they're sending foot soldiers to try to take me down, doesn't seem very smart," he whispered as another search party ran past his hiding place, "perhaps age has finally caught up with the old man."
"Hey, someone get over here and help me check the storehouse," shouted someone,
"Damn," he muttered before sneaking out the window,
The constant game of cat and mouse went on late into the night until most search parties had been pulled out, the squads finally calling it a day.
"I can't believe one man caused all this commotion," said a shinigami,
"Yeah, makes you wonder what he did."
"I hear he took down a captain,"
"Really? Well, then I'm glad I didn't find him, he'd have probably splattered me all over the streets."
Kuroda quite listened as their voices gradually faded away. He let out a sigh and slumped to the ground, grateful that they'd pulled out the search teams. If things remained the way he remembered them, then the only people out now would be the usual night patrols.
"That was probably the most boring hours of my life," he mumbled as he massaged his temples, "Yoruichi better hurry up and get those kids in, or I'll just finish the mission myself."
A low gurgling sound suddenly interrupted him,
"Or I might die of hunger," he chuckled, "I'll just steal some food, I'm the enemy after all"
With his stomach pressing him on he jumped up on to the roofs and began moving towards the 4th division barracks, they were in charge of most of the provisions of Seireitei, so it was only natural that he'd have the most luck with them.
With his speed, he quickly arrived at the 4th division's barracks.
Save a few lights, it seemed that most of the squad members had gone to sleep, which was perfect for someone trying to sneak in.
Quite as he could be, he jumped down from the roof tops and landed softly on the ground. He carefully crept toward the barracks, using the shadows to mask his presence from any possible guards.
He quietly slid the front door open, stepped in and quickly closed it. He silently sped through the halls, easily avoiding anyone who wandered the halls at the time.
One squad member was particularly amusing.
Kuroda had been walking down the hallway when he heard footsteps further down.
"Uh, let me think; where's the water boiling room again?" asked a rather timid voice,
Kuroda immediately slipped into the nearest room he could find. He listened attentively as the shinigami walked down the hallway he'd just been in.
"Oh! Here it is!" he heard,
'Aw, crap,' he thought to himself,
Thinking quickly, he dove behind a pile of boxes, just as the shinigami came through.
He was a short person, with purple hair and a bit of a hunch. He was also wearing very strange pajamas, from where he was standing; it looked kind of like…teddy bears?
The short shinigami proceeded to clumsily begin boiling water for some tea, during the process he dropped the pot twice and put the tea leaves in before the water. Needless to say, he made a lot of noise.
"I should get out of here before he wakes up the whole squad," he murmured before slipping out.
Eventually, he managed to make his way to the pantry.
There he managed to find a sizeable bag to suit his needs and began scooping in whatever he'd need. Knowing that when the others showed up that they'd need provisions too, he also packed an extra bag.
Just as he'd finished packing the last bag, the door suddenly slid open.
"Where are the tea leaves?" asked the voice,
Kuroda turned to see the same shinigami he'd left in the boiling room, clumsily stumble into the pantry.
Though as clumsy as he was, he did manage to spot Kuroda. But from where he stood, Kuroda was completely covered in shadows, which gave him a rather ghastly appearance.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed, "evil spirit! An evil spirit is haunting the pantry"
The small shinigami then proceeded to run out the pantry at top speed and scream "evil spirit in the pantry" at the top of his lungs.
"Um, I better get out of here," decided Kuroda before shouldering the bags and jumping out the window.
Moments later
"Evil spirit," the shinigami pointed nervously inside the pantry,
"Let's go see this evil spirit," said a woman with a long braided ponytail that hung in front of her instead of the customary behind.
She walked in without a hint of fear and flicked on the lights.
"Is it there?" asked the short shinigami,
"There isn't anyone in here Hanataro," said Captain Unohana
"Eh?"
Hanataro quickly ran into the pantry only to discover that there was indeed no one in the pantry.
"B-but, I saw it!" he proclaimed,
"You must be tired, perhaps you were seeing things," Captain Unohana sweetly suggested, "why don't you go back to bed."
"Uh…sure," said Hanataro before walking out, his face full of confusion.
As soon as he left, Unohana's sweet demeanor quickly changed to one of seriousness. For someone had indeed been in here when Hanataro had come for his tea leaves. A good portion of the food that was stored in here was missing as were two of the bags used for storing grain.
Eventually she decided to report this in the morning and give the thief a head start, she owed him that much.
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The Next Day
It was known to few and told to even fewer, but Kuroda hated dreams and in turn he hated sleeping. If he had one wish, it would have been that he'd never have to sleep again.
His reasoning was rather rational, dreams couldn't be controlled, in the real world he could influence anything, in his dreams; he had no power over what happened.
Last night was such a night where he was reminded of his hate.
Dream
Kuroda stood in pitch darkness; everywhere he looked there was nothing but an empty void. He lifted up his hand and waved it in front of his face, but had it not been attached to him, he wouldn't even know it was there.
Suddenly a dim light overhead appeared, leaving him in the single spot of light in the entire world.
"Let me out" called out someone, their voice teeming with blood lust and having just a tinge of madness to it.
"Let me out," it called out again, this time louder,
"LET ME OUT!" it screamed,
Kuroda, knew exactly who it was, as such, he chose not to respond.
"I know you can hear me! Let me out!" it screamed, "You need me! Without me, you're nothing! You will never win!"
"I'll never let you out," Kuroda finally said, "why do you think I got these?"
His hand rubbing against the bands under his sleeve, "you'll stay in there for as long as I want you to."
"You just can't handle it, you weak excuse for a warrior! Or maybe, you're just afraid, of the truth."
"What truth?"
"That you'll never be able to get rid of me, that in the end, you and I will always be together."
"Back off," said a new voice, "you have no right to tell him that,"
"Stop interfering," shouted the first voice,
"Leave him alone," said a third voice,
"All of you get out, it's my turn," shouted the first, after a brief silence, the voice said, "Like I was saying. That's the truth, you can't escape it."
"I don't need to escape it," replied Kuroda, "I just need to keep it hidden until the day I die."
"And just how successful were you at that?" asked the maniacal voice,
No response
"Let me out already, I kill them all, I tear of their heads and place them on stakes as trophies!" assured the voice,
For a brief moment, Kuroda was tempted to do just that. He unconsciously rubbed his arm bands again, as he usually did while in deep thought.
"Let me out," the voice said again,
"No,"
"WHY NOT!" screamed the voice,
At first, Kuroda didn't respond, but finally he said, "Because of my friend."
"LET ME OUT" screamed the voice, "LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!"
Two hands shot out from the darkness and grasped him by the shoulders,
"YOU WILL LET ME OUT!" it shouted before dragging into the darkness.
Kuroda woke with a start, his chest heaving up and down as he gasped for air. He immediately pushed himself up and exited the warehouse he'd taken up shelter in. Sun rise was just starting, it was time to move.
God knew he needed occupy his mind.
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Rukia sat in her chair, alone in her cold and dark prison cell.
Behind her, the prison doors opened with a noisy clank. The door let through a stream of light that immediately lit up the entire cell, three sets of footsteps moved in towards her.
"What is it, Renji?"
With little enthusiasm, she turned her head to see the red haired lieutenant backed by two others she didn't recognize.
"Has the date of my sentence been moved up?" she asked solemnly,
"There are not 14 days left before your execution," answered Renji without a hint of emotion, "use of the Soukyoku has been approved."
"I see," she whispered,
"We're transferring you to the Shrine of Penitence, cell four-deep," explained Renji
Rukia didn't respond, she just nodded her head and stood up to be escorted.
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"Are you sure we're going the right way?" asked Ichigo, "We've been walking for a pretty long time."
"Shut up," ordered Uryu, "according to the map the elders gave us, we're going the right way. If you've got any complaints why don't you take the lead?"
"Alright, jeez, no need to get so snippy," muttered Ichigo,
"Shiba Kuukaku must live out here because he wants to keep his identity a secret," Orihime suggested thoughtfully,
"A good guess, but no," replied Yoruichi, "it's just in the fool's nature to live out in places like this"
"Don't worry," she said as they continued onward, "That rolling stone may change addresses like a person changes clothes, but the house at least always looks the same. If I see it, I'll recognize it instantly."
"Instantly huh," whispered Ichigo,
"Yes, instantly," replied Yoruichi to a very surprised Ichigo,
"How'd he…"
"Yoruichi is a cat remember," reminded Chad,
"Oh, look, there it is," Yoruichi announced, "that's it right over there, I told you it was easy to recognize."
Both Uryu and Ichigo's jaws suddenly dropped and their eye's widened comically as they gaped at the house of Shiba Kuukaku.
"Wow, so cool," said Orihime,
Chad, somehow, remained stoic and calm they he seemed a bit disturbed.
Out in the middle of a clear plane, was Shiba Kuukaku's house, with two large stone arms holding up a banner, with Shiba Kuukaku written on it…nice.
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Kuroda let loose a loud and long yawn as he stood atop the pile of unconscious Shinigami he'd just knocked out.
The majority of them had been from the 12th squad, mixed in with a few 13th squanders. One of them even had a seat but Kuroda hadn't broken a sweat in defeating them, heck he barely moved from one spot.
He didn't relish in violence, but if he was going to fight without the intent to kill it might as well be exciting, needless to say, this fight was not exciting, it was sad.
"Jeez, I didn't even have to draw AnShen," he mumbled, "they don't seem to be taking me seriously."
"Over here, the fighting is over here!" he heard someone shout,
Kuroda turned to see a platoon from the 4th squad run towards him, guarded by two other shinigami from another squad.
The group stopped immediately when they saw the piles of unconscious shinigami and the Ryoka that sat upon them.
"No way," one of them whispered,
"He took them all out? By himself?"
"Bastard!" screamed one of the guards, who drew his zanpaktou and charged towards Kuroda, his partner following right behind him.
Kuroda jumped off the pile of Shinigami to meet the two brave souls. He didn't even bother to move as they swung their swords at him.
Against any normal Ryoka their swords would have done some damage, but Kuroda was far from normal. He simply raised his hand to catch the first blade and let the other bounce harmlessly off his chest.
The two shinigami's eyes widened with surprise the Ryoka shook of their attacks as though they'd never happened.
"Later," said Kuroda before knocking them both unconscious with two well-placed punches.
"I suggest you 4th squanders get to work," he called as he turned to leave, "you're going to be pretty busy in the next couple of days."
As he walked, Kuroda began to talk to himself about the current situation.
"I wonder if they aren't taking me seriously," he mumbled to himself as a shinigami charged him, whom he promptly kicked in the face.
"All they're doing is sending weaklings to come after me," he continued as he dodged an attack from a female shinigami then knocked her out.
"I've met a few seated members," he remembered as he nonchalantly tossed another over his shoulder, "but I have yet to even meet another lieutenant."
"I beat a captain," said Kuroda as he pushed through more shinigami, though he wasn't even really paying attention, "maybe I need to beat another one?"
"I could go after Tosen," he suggested to himself,
"DIE"
SMACK! Thump!
"Is he a captain yet?" he asked a loud, "maybe I should ask someone."
"Attack!" screamed someone, SMACK! Thud.
"Oi," he yelled as he grabbed a fallen female shinigami by the collar of her shihakusho and lifted her to eye level, "is Tosen a captain yet?"
"Uh…uh…uh," she stuttered,
"I'm not going to hurt you," he said calmly, "just tell me if there is a captain named Tosen in the Gotei 13."
"Uh…y-yes!" she answered nervously, "Captain Kaname Tosen of Squad 9,"
"I see," he said before dropping her, "go on, get out."
The girl quickly complied, not taking any time to ponder why she'd been spared.
"And thus the traitors are the most prosperous," he whispered to himself, "well, better stop talking to myself and start looking around for those guys. That's the only reason I came here after all, oh and to save Rukia, that's important too."
Meanwhile
"Yachiru! Are you sure that you can feel that ryoka's reiatsu!" shouted a large and spikey haired man,
On top of his shoulder sat a small pink haired girl with an incredibly innocent looking face.
"Of course Kenny, you need to trust me more," she replied,
"So if I keep running in this direction then I'll definitely find him right!"
"Yes, I'm pretty sure you will!" she proclaimed happily,
"Pretty sure! You're pretty sure!" questioned Kenpachi,
"Well if you don't want my help then you can find him yourself," she pouted,
"Ugh, you said it was this way right?"
Back with Kuroda
"Hmm, that's a pretty large amount of reiatsu," he commented as he looked out behind him, "must be captain, a very powerful captain. I can only imagine he's hunting for me. But…why is he moving the opposite direction?
Allow me to intervene for a brief moment and show you this map!
Here is Kuroda, on the west side of Seireitei moving towards the center, where as Kenpachi and Yachiru are on the east side moving towards the edge.
"Well, it's not my problem," mumbled Kuroda as he continued on his walk, "let's see if I just keep going this way then I should eventually hit-"
Kuroda stopped midsentence, his eyes narrowed, hand reaching for AnShen's hilt, and his feet shifted into a fighting stance.
Standing just twenty feet in front of him was a captain.
Kuroda could feel his skin tingle in anticipation.
The Captain was incredibly tall and large, his arms were large then most people's legs. Kuroda couldn't see his face because the shinigami covered it with a large basket like helmet that left only a small slit for the shinigami to see through.
But what Kuroda found bizarre was the fact that he hadn't sensed the Captain's reiatsu until he'd gotten this close. His senses were either dulling or this Captain was simply very good at concealing himself, given Kuroda's record; he suspected it was the latter.
The tall captain walked calmly forward, easily crossing the distance between them until the two of them were only three meters apart.
"You must be the Ryoka," the Captain said in a deep voice, "Am I correct?"
"You are," Kuroda replied calmly, "I assume you are here to take me into custody or failing to do so, pacify me, correct?"
"Correct," replied the large captain,
"You seem like an honorable fellow," commented Kuroda, "I don't suppose you would consider just letting me pass by?"
"I apologize, but I cannot do such a thing, my orders are to stop you and so I will," replied the Captain,
"I see," said Kuroda as he drew AnShen, "may I at least know the name of the one I'm fighting?"
"Captain of the 7th squad, Komamura Sajin," answered the captain as he drew his own zanpaktou, "and you?"
"Kuroda Ryou," said Kuroda, "You seem like a decent person Captain Komamura, I hate to fight you."
"You yourself seem like a decent person" replied Sajin, "I also hate to fight you."
Kuroda allowed himself a small smirk, Sajin gave a simple nod.
Then, they clashed.
Meanwhile
"Yachiru! I've been running for a friggin hour! Is the Ryoka really this way!" yelled Kenpachi, obviously frustrated that he had yet to find his intended target.
"Don't doubt me Kenny! I'm absolutely positive he's this way!"
Back with Kuroda
The two warriors clashed in a shower of sparks as their blades grinded against each other.
Despite his larger stature, Kuroda held his own when it came to this power struggle, much to the large Captain's surprise.
Kuroda was the first to act, he broke the lock and jumped into the air, twisting his body and lashing out with his foot. Sajin just barely raised his arm in time to stop Kuroda's incoming attack.
The Ryoka dropped back down and unleashed a flurry of strikes against the larger Captain, Sajin, much to his dismay, was forced to back-peddle to escape from the fierce assault.
Kuroda suddenly jumped and flipped right over the taller Captain's head and landed behind him before lashing out with AnShen. Sajin managed to turn and block the attack but was nearly caught off guard when Kuroda attacked again.
Unwilling to stay on the defensive forever the Captain of the 7th squad held his ground and lashed out at a charging Kuroda. Kuroda back flipped away from the attack as he simultaneously kicked out his foot.
The attack caught Sajin on the hand and caused him to stumble back. The captain quickly recovered and charged his opponent, attacking with a powerful overhead slash, Kuroda brought up his sword and parried the attack.
Sajin attacked again but was again denied by Kuroda's defense. The captain raised his sword to strike again but as he did Kuroda jumped forth through Sajin's defense.
His left arm lashed out, placing his hand on Sajin's right shoulder. Kuroda wrapped his arm around Sajin's protected neck, then using his weight as the extra push he spun the larger captain around and dropped down with him, smashing the Captain's face into the ground.
"I learned that move from watching wrestling," he commented before jumping away from the temporarily subdued Captain.
Sajin quickly pushed himself up from the rubble and charged with full force. Kuroda was caught of guard and couldn't stop the giant captain from grabbing him by the collar and smashing him into the ground then throwing him into a wall.
Kuroda felt pain rack his body as he collided with the stone wall but quickly pushed it aside. He had to defend himself.
The captain came at him with a furious volley of strikes all of which Kuroda managed to parry before using Shunpo to position himself behind the Ryoka and attack with a horizontal swipe.
Kuroda jumped up and away from the attack and landed far away from the Captain but quickly closed the distance and lashed out at the Captain's side.
Blade grinded against blade as Kuroda brushed against the large Shinigami's defense.
As soon as he landed, he lashed out again, this time sweeping AnShen at the Captain's feet.
Sajin jumped out of the attack only to be forced to defend from another attack in midair, this time with no ground to push off of he was sent barreling into a wall, causing a sizeable hole to form as he collided with it.
Before he could move Kuroda came at him like a missile, Sajin just barely raising his sword in time as Kuroda smashed into him, causing to smash through the wall and tumble out into the street.
"Get up Captain, if I'm to defeat you, it will be on your feet," commanded Kuroda as he stepped through the hole in the wall.
Sajin complied and jumped to his feet, determination behind his eyes he pointed his zanpaktou at the Ryoka and commanded, "Roar: Tenken!"
A giant disembodied phantom like arm suddenly appeared out of nowhere, carrying with it an incredibly large sword.
Kuroda's eyes widened with surprise as Sajin swung his sword, causing the phantom arm to follow in his footsteps. The giant sword cleaved towards him, tearing through the wall and paved ground along the way, Kuroda jumped away from the deceptively fast sword.
Before he could recover, Sajin raised the phantom sword again and brought it down on top of Kuroda, the black haired man barely raised his sword in time to block the gigantic sword from crushing him. Even then, the pure strength of the attack combined with its sheer weight was enough to make Kuroda stop.
Though he held steadfast against the attack, he found himself being pushed into the ground. He called on his reiatsu to give him strength and pushed back against the phantom blade.
A crater began to form around him, as he raised his reiatsu further, it gradually became bigger and bigger until finally he shoved the sword away from him and charged towards its owner.
Sajin raised his sword and the phantom arm raised its own in his defense. Kuroda's blade clashed with the much larger blade, but despite being much much smaller, he managed to hold his own before jumping back.
The captain of the 7th squad immediately retaliated with an attack of his own. Kuroda knew that that blocking that phantom sword would take far too much effort and time. He needed to try something else or this would take too long.
As the phantom blade thrust towards him, Kuroda did what few others would have had the courage to do, he charged at the incoming blade.
"What is he doing?" wondered Sajin as he watched Kuroda, "he must raise his blade, or he'll be skewered!"
At the last possible moment, Kuroda jumped through the air and rolling into a ball and flipping through the air right over the giant sword.
Landing behind the dangerous blade, Kuroda charged forth towards the Captain, Sajin swung his sword and the phantom obeyed once more.
The giant's blade swung in a wide arc but Kuroda used his speed to jump over the blade, letting it miss him entirely.
Sajin swung again, but he was no match for Kuroda's speed. Even as his shikai cut a swath of destruction, Kuroda avoided his attacks and eventually slipped past his defenses.
Kuroda raised his sword and swung.
Sajin saw the flash of his opponent's blade and tried to block, but to no avail.
The blade cut down from his shoulder and across his chest.
Sajin jumped away, his breath heavy and labored as he held his wound and fell to his knee in pain.
"It's over Captain of the 7th squad, do not raise your blade at me any longer," said Kuroda as he began to walk away.
"NOT YET," roared Sajin, "I will not accept defeat just yet."
"Do not be a fool," said Kuroda, "that wound cuts across the veins nearest to your heart, the loss of blood will be great, you'll pass out within an hour and die within two."
"I will not accept defeat," repeated the Captain, "I refuse to fail Master Yamamoto!"
"You're fighting for the old man?" asked Kuroda, raising an eyebrow of curiosity,
"When all others despised me for my appearance, when all others shunned me, he took me in. He taught me to be strong, to stand up for myself," explained Sajin as he pushed himself up, "I refuse to repay kindness with FAILURE!"
Kuroda stayed silent, unable to reply to such words. He could only answer with action.
He raised his sword and turned to face the Captain.
"So be it."
Sajin raised his sword and uttered command,
"BANKAI!"
Red reiatsu poured out from Sajin's body as his Bankai was unleashed. A tall shadow was cast over Kuroda; his eyes widened as he stared up to see what looked like a giant samurai holding the same blade that had been used to attack him minutes ago.
The samurai stood to its full height, covered from head to toe by thick purple armor and a red mask concealing its face. Horns protruding from its helmet gave it a frightening look even Kuroda had to admit, it was an impressive bankai.
"Kokujo Tengen Myo"
"That's an impressive bankai Sajin Komamura," complimented Kuroda, "and so is your reiatsu."
"Prepare yourself Kuroda Ryou," commanded Sajin, "for I will not hold back in this fight!"
"I don't expect you to," replied Kuroda, "so please do not expect me to either."
"Unleash Chaos: AnShen,"
With a flash of red, AnShen changed into its shikai form. Kuroda's hand tightened around the hilt of his new sword and held it towards the giant that towered above him.
AnShen's dark red blade flashed brilliantly in the sun, Kuroda could feel its need for battle seep into him, excitement coursed through his veins. The only thing left was to see who would make the first move.
For a brief moment, the two combatants stared each other down, waiting, watching.
The silence was near unbearable.
But it was one that both warriors had felt before. Most people thought that the first strike was the most important but both knew that the second could be even more important. Whoever struck first could be countered. But whoever struck second could lose.
#*&%)(!*!)(*&$!)(*#&$)
It was late afternoon and Ichigo was pissed.
"Damn it," he growled as he held the kido orb, "why can't I get this thing to work."
The others had already succeeded but he had yet to get the thing to even glow a little. He sincerely wished that Kuroda had been there at that moment because then could have asked him for help.
"Alright," he said, "let's try this again,"
Taking a deep breath, he began to concentrate and-
"Ichigo!"
Now his concentration was ruined, he turned to see Uryu calling to him from the upstairs balcony.
"What the hell, I was trying to concentrate!" Ichigo yelled angrily, his upper lip curled into a snarl,
"You weren't getting anywhere anyway, trust me," Uryu shouted back, "but never mind your failure, get out here right now! There's something you've got to see!"
Outside, both Orihime and Chad had gathered along with Ganju, Kuukaku, and Yoruichi. Uryu followed by Ichigo soon arrived.
"What's so important?" asked Ichigo when they finally stopped,
"Look," answered Yoruichi as she pointed towards Seireitei,
Ichigo turned his eyes to Seireitei and immediately widened them with surprise. What he saw was a giant samurai swinging its sword while a barely visible figure fought against it.
"Who, is that?" asked Ichigo
"Do you really have to ask?"
!(*$&!()$&*!)(*$&!)(*)
AnShen clashed with the giant's sword, amazingly Kuroda didn't even budge. Instead he released his reiatsu, letting it shroud him in a red aura of death. Skulls seemed to jump forth from his reiatsu and dance around him, his eyes were full of a lust to kill.
But Sajin, who now rode on the giant's shoulder, was undaunted.
Kuroda was the first to break the lock, Sajin raised the giant's sword but Kuroda was far too fast. With his smaller stature he moved in towards the giant's feet and swung AnShen.
With his reiatsu amplifying the swing, Kuroda used AnShen to cut up the back of the giant's leg, from its Achilles tendon all the way up to its hamstrings.
On top of the Tenken, Sajin felt the giant's injury as he entire right leg took a shallow cut. It was overly crippling but it was rather large.
Suddenly he felt sting of another cut form on his abdominals, he looked down to see the Ryoka dragging his blade across Tenken's armored stomach.
Sajin moved the giant's free hand and swatted away at the Ryoka but was unable to, the man slipped through each of his attempts to put him down.
Kuroda had been forced down back onto the ground but quickly jumped up towards the giant samurai and landed on its sword arm and sunk his sword down into it. The giant's free hand came up and tried to swat him away.
Kuroda swiftly avoided the giant hand and jumped onto its exposed arm. He dashed up the giant's forearm all the way up to its shoulder. Sajin saw this and tried to brush away the Ryoka with the giant's hand.
But Kuroda jumped over the hand, came back down onto the giant's shoulder and sunk his sword through its armor, then pushed back, dragging it along with him and slid down the entire length of the giant's arm before finally yanking out AnShen and landing back on the ground.
Sajin growled in pain as a fresh wound appeared on his arm.
He swung his sword again, only for the Ryoka to avoid it with his superior speed. As he lifted his sword back up, his eyes widened with surprise as he spotted the Ryoka standing comfortably on his sword.
"Hi there,"
Kuroda charged forth, AnShen raised for the winning blow. But the captain of the 7th squad threw his sword arm up and in turn sent Kuroda fly nearly a hundred feet up into the sky.
See an opening, Sajin wound up his sword to strike the Ryoka in midair where he was defenseless.
But Kuroda showed no fear. Instead he spun around to face the giant, wind rushing across his face with his cloak flapping violently behind him and his eyes set on the target.
Reiatsu began to build around him as he stored more and more of it inside his body. He raised AnShen over his head and shouted the command,
"Shibou Ryuu"
Kuroda swung his sword and shot forth a missile of super dense reiatsu. The missile was the blood red and left a trail of black ash behind it. Its head was a sharp arrow shape, like it was made to skewer its target but what was truly frightening was the mouth on its underside filled with rows of razor sharp teeth.
Sajin's eyes widened as he saw the reiatsu missile race towards him, he swung Tenken's sword at the incoming missile with all his strength in hopes of batting the attack away.
But he would have no such luck.
The missile collided with Tenken's sword and locked them both in a desperate struggle for victory, Sajin poured all his power into Tenken's blade but to no avail.
With one last push, Tenken's blade shattered and the missile pushed through and impacted against the giant's face, detonating and creating a massive explosion that shot plumes upon plumes of smoke into the air around them.
"TENKEN!"
Sajin felt a small trickle of blood roll down his snout as the damage to Tenken was transferred to him, he growled in frustration.
Tenken's mask had been severely damaged, one of the horns on his helmet had been destroyed and now several large cracks ran along its helmet.
"You will pay for that," growled the Captain as he turned to face the Ryoka, only to find he was not there, "where did he go?"
"Shino!"
Sajin whipped around to see Kuroda in midair, readying another attack.
"Kabe!"
Kuroda unleashed the wave of reiatsu, Sajin raised Tenken's arms in defense. The powerful wave smashed into the giant's hands as it desperately tried to hold back the devastating attack.
Tenken's arms trembled as Sajin felt the palms of his hands begin to burn from the effects of the Ryoka's attack.
The wall's skulls of agony screamed for blood as they beckoned for him to join them in their eternal torment.
Kuroda watched from afar as the captain tried to hold his Shino Kabe back, but he knew that it would be in vain.
Soon, the Shino Kabe became too much for the Captain's bankai. The evil wall of reiatsu finally burned its way through Tenken's hands and finally collided with the Giant's face. The explosion was absolutely massive as Sajin was thrown from Tenken's shoulder, plowing him through the pavement of the streets.
The giant fell to its knees, every part of it from its collar bone up, gone. Defeated, the giant fell to the ground and disappeared.
In the center of a large crater, Sajin Komamura lay defeated. Every bone in his body ached with pain, his own blood began to pool around him and his vision had begun to blur.
He heard the footsteps of the Ryoka coming towards him, getting closer until finally he saw the man standing above him, sword in hand.
Sajin vainly tried to grasp his own sword, but knew that it was useless. He saw the man raise his sword, Sajin closed his eyes and waited for death.
But it never came.
Instead he felt a strange warmth begin to develop along his wounds.
He reopened his eyes to see a green glow emanating from Kuroda's outstretched hand, Sajin recognized it as a healing kido that the members of the 4th squad used.
"That lesson Unohana gave me finally comes in handy," joked Kuroda, "I suppose I should apologize, I didn't mean to hit you that hard."
He was apologizing? For what, defeating him?
Sajin stared at the strange man, his mind stacking question upon questions about him. Why was he here? How did he know so much about the Soul Society? Why was he healing an enemy?
After a few minutes of absolute silence, Sajin finally asked, "Why are you here?"
At first, Kuroda didn't respond, but finally said, "You need to rest, just focus on healing."
"I need to know," Sajin weakly insisted, "you, seem like one who does not abuse his power. Yet you come here and disturb the peace. Why?"
Kuroda's eyes narrowed and his mind searched for an answer.
"Because," he finally said, "there is something I must do here. Something that must be done for the greater good, I hope you understand."
"But what you do is not right," said Sajin, "you disturb our peace, you assault the members of an organization that protects the balance, surely you know that that cannot be the right thing to do."
"That is true, what I do is not what is right."
"You, acknowledge?"
"I do, but I will continue on."
"why?"
"Because, what is good is not always right and what is right is not always good."
Kuroda stood up and looked down at the defeated captain,
"I've healed you enough that you won't bleed out before help arrives," explained Kuroda, ", I must now take my leave, farewell."
With that done, Kuroda vanished with the wind, leaving Captain Sajin Komamura all alone.
Help arrived only ten minutes later, the Captain was hospitalized, put under the direct care of Captain Unohana.
"Your injuries, though many, are not mortal Captain Komamura, in fact you should be out of the hospital within two days," Unohana told him,
"I see, that is good," he replied in great relief,
"Tell me, who did this? Was it the Ryoka?"
"Yes."
"What was his name?"
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Ichigo and company looked on in silence. The only one not affected by Kuroda's display of power was Yoruichi and Kuukaku who simply continued smoking on her pipe.
"Well…I guess we should be glad he's on our side," Ganju said nervously, "maybe we won't even need to go in there."
"No! I refuse to accept that!" yelled Ichigo before rushing back inside, also running Ganju over in the process, "I need to get in there!"
"uh…what was that all about?" asked Orihime,
"Kuroda and Ichigo have always had a small amount of rivalry," explained Chad,
"I refuse to accept that as well!" yelled Uryu, also running over an already trampled Ganju, "I must perfect my kido orb technique! I can't lose to a shinigami!"
"Old Kuroda can certainly put on a show," commented Kuukaku
(#*%&()*!&$)(*!&$)#(*&!
Kuroda sat peacefully on the top of one of the towers overlooking Seireitei, giving him a great view of his surrounding area.
He sucked in a breath of the cool night air and let the wind cool his skin. He closed his eyes and tried to enjoy the peace for a while with the only noise being the flapping of his cloak behind him.
"This place hasn't changed much," he heard a deep voice say,
"I didn't really expect it to," he replied as he opened his eyes to see the entity of AnShen floating in the air only a few feet from him, "but thing's certainly feel different."
"So what now?" asked AnShen after a brief pause, "do we wait for Ichigo and the others?"
"Yeah, but don't worry, they'll be here soon, I'm sure of it," he assured, "but Soul Society hasn't pulled out all the stops yet. By now, they should know who I am, they should have sent in their strongest Captains."
"You think they aren't taking you seriously or something?" asked AnShen,
"I don't know," admitted Kuroda, "but I know that they're definitely holding back."
"How do you know?"
"Just a feeling."
"So, what are you going to do about it?" asked AnShen,
Kuroda smirked, "I'm gonna send a message."
!*($&!*($&!()*&$!)(*)
"You just rest for now," said Shunsui to his resting friend, "don't worry, we'll have this invasion over in a soon."
"Shunsui, is it true?" asked Jushiro, "is it true that the Ryoka defeated Captain Komamura?"
"Yes," Shunsui replied solemnly, "I saw it today while you were sleeping."
"How is he?" asked Jushiro,
"He's fine actually, Unohana said he'll be released in about a day or two," said Shunsui, he sighed heavily, "but with all the trouble he's causing, I'll probably have to go out into the field too."
"Don't worry Shunsui, I'll get better soon and then I can take over for *cough* *cough* *cough*!"
"Oi, don't push yourself too hard, you need to rest, or you'll be the death of yourself," warned Shunsui as he poured his friend a cup of tea.
Jushiro eagerly gulped down the contents of the cup before saying a thankyou.
"Ya know, I talked with Unohana, and I think she might know who this Ryoka is," said Shunsui,
"Oh, who?"
"Didn't tell me, but I've got my own suspicions. I think it might be-"
Shunsui was cut off, when both Captains felt a massive wave of pressure descend upon them. Shunsui's eyes widened as he threw open the door of Jushiro's Ugendo quarters.
"N-no way," stuttered Jushiro as he looked outside,
"Well, I guess we know for sure now, huh?"
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Yoruichi watched in silence as a massive pillar of red reiatsu appeared in the middle of Seireitei. She knew all too well who was the cause of this display, as well as the reason behind it.
She sighed, this would not end well.
Everywhere in Rukongai, people woke from their slumber and left their homes to watch the display.
The shinigami in Seireitei woke and looked outside their barracks.
Even the Captains were forced to take note of Kuroda's message.
(!#*&$)(*%()*&%*&!#))
Kuroda stood atop his tower, letting loose as much reiatsu as he possibly could. The red pillar bathed the entire sector in a bloody red light.
The entire reason behind was a selfish one but one he felt was necessary.
It was a message, by doing this, he was saying one thing,
"I'm here, I'm powerful, send your best or I'll burn this land to the ground."
END
A/N
Okay, this was a long chapter. Dear god I almost have 10,000 words on this thing.
In any case, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. For those of you who were Gin fans and didn't like Gin getting beaten up like that, don't worry, you're in for a treat in the next chapter.
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Here's an omake
"Ugh," complained "Hanataro Yamada of the 4th squad, why did this person have to have to get injured in such a high place."
He had spent the last two hours climbing this watchtower and he still hadn't reached the top.
"I'm so sleepy," he mumbled, "maybe I'll just rest my eyes for a moment."
He fell to the floor and was instantly asleep, dreaming of wonderful things like cats, children, food, and candy.
(Personally I prefer ice cream)
He was just getting to the good part when he suddenly woke. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he realized the entire tower was shaking.
"What is this, earthquake?"
Hanataro ran to a window only to see the world consumed in a bright red wall of light.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IT"S THE END OF THE WORLD!"
Arrow points to Kuroda at the top of the tower.
A/N
For those of you who don't understand what I meant by "not creative" in the beginning, I meant the fact that Kuroda's sword becomes a bigger sword. Which is basically what a lot of the other zanpaktou do.
Shino Kabe/ Death Wall: An attack that essentially resembles a large wave from the ocean, created from the user's reiatsu being poured into AnShen's blade. It is generally used for a wide area to take out multiple foes at once. The wave's surface produces skull like images that add to pure psychological fear of such an attack being performed.
Shibou Ryuu/ Death Dragon: An attack that is performed by concentrating reiatsu into AnShen's blade, when swung the blade lets loose a missile like projectile of super dense reiatsu. The front of the attack takes on an arrowhead like shape and has a mouth on the underside filled with sharp teeth. This again is used to instill psychological fear into the enemy. This attack is generally used against single opponents.
