Title: This is My
Ultimate Attack!
Author: subdivided
Disclaimer: BLEACH still isn't mine.
Notes: Another one for chainoffics (insert underscores). All minor characters are original.
This round was his. Tenth Division member Oohana Kesuke raised his Soul-Cutter sword in preparation for the final blow; his teammates cringed.
"Put forth your power in ten directions, and shatter completely the strength of my enemy! Reverberate, KarajuntalesukaAAHHH!"
Oohana's face as he fell was stupid with disbelief - almost as stupid as his opponent's. Ichigo rose from where he was crouched below, um. Above Oohana. He spared one bloody hand to wipe at the blood over his eyes before returning it to his sword. His expression was shifting from dumfounded to suspicious: it shouldn't have been that easy?
For whole seconds no one moved. Ichigo thought the shinigami crowded around him looked like idiotic fish, their jaws working without sound or purpose as they slowly recovered from the devastation that hadn't befallen them. Third seat Takayo Jun was the first to regain his senses. He stepped forward, clearing his throat.
"It's unfortunate, isn't it? That my junior teammate's sword has such a long name." Takayo nodded regretfully in the direction of Oohana's body. "I'm afraid this sort of thing happens to him all the time."
"Really," Ichigo said. He tried not to let the ache in his lungs show in his voice. "He couldn't have given the thing a nickname?"
"No, I'm afraid not. If, however, you'd like face an opponent without that particular problem…"
"Whenever you're ready," Ichigo said. Despite everything, his grin was genuine.