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Soul Society
Seireitei
"Toko Nemuri, Ginrei Kojaku!"
Ichigo's eyes widened in surprise and disbelief and he was suddenly pushed back by a renewed and steadily rising spiritual power.
Before him stood Uryū Ishida, but both he and the bow in his hand had changed. The bow in his hand was no longer the simple blue longbow-shaped weapon Ichigo had gotten used to seeing; now it was a more concrete shining white weapon that resembled an octagon-like spider web with protruding spikes.
And Ishida himself was surrounded by a menacingly-high spiritual power that seemed to swirl all around his new bow and his body.
"W-What the hell?! What the hell is this?!"
It's almost like…shikai? He called out a name…but I mean…he's a Quincy! What the hell is this?!
"This is your death, Ichigo Kurosaki."
"How did you-"
"This is the power of the Shishōfū."
Suddenly, Ichigo realized Ishida had spoken from behind him.
"SHIT!"
Kurosaki barely had time to turn around as Uryū Ishida let loose the massive pulsing arrow from his bow towards Ichigo's prone body.
Ichigo Kurosaki gasped out air in pain and surprise as the terrible pulsating arrow hurled itself at him, trying his best to dodge out of the way.
It struck, though not passing through him, instead dealing him a grievous wound to his right arm that made him drop Zangetsu in agony.
Ichigo Kurosaki fell to his knees, bleeding profusely, without his sword.
Uryū Ishida felt strangely empty inside…this didn't feel half as satisfying as Kaworu had made it out to be…but then again Ichigo wasn't really the only one Ishida had sought to avenge himself against.
"Just small fry…"
Ichigo Kurosaki stared up at this new changed Ishida with eyes still full of pride and determination.
"What'd you say?!"
"You heard me, Kurosaki…How does it feel to be the weaker one now, hmmm? Always upstaged, always ignored…You can't understand the pride of a Quincy!"
"Shut up already! Quincy that, Quincy this, it pisses the hell out of me!"
Ishida suddenly had Captain Mayuri Kurotsuchi's face in his head, trembling at Ichigo's words and their resemblance to what Mayuri had said.
"Y-You know…I knew someone who said about the same thing…"
Ishida strode forward carefully, aiming a new spirit arrow point-blank at Ichigo's legs now.
"He's not dead…but I plan to kill him soon…as for you, I think I'll let you go crippled. Learn how it feels for the other half!"
Ichigo snarled, rolling away from the blast of the spirit arrow and clutching his Zangetsu clumsily with his left hand.
"My ass! I don't care if I can only use one arm for now, I'll still take you down!"
Ishida strode confidently towards Ichigo, smiling in a rather placid and daydreaming fashion. He stood directly in front of Ichigo again, readying another point-blank arrow.
"Oh really? And how do you intend to do that, Kurosaki?"
Ichigo gave him a wide grin.
"Getsuga tenshō!"
Ishida's eyes widened just as much as Ichigo's smile had, gasping as he barely managed to escape from the path of the massive wave of black energy.
The Quincy managed to, however the left side body seemed badly seared and hurt from where the wave of destruction had struck.
"B-Bastard!"
"Learn how it feels for the other half, Ishida…I'm tired of your damned pride…"
"What in the hell was that?!"
"Getsuga tenshō…concentrated energy to tear you apart, Ishida…you're already torn up inside, whatever happened to make you into what you are now…but it's over…I don't even care if the Hollow inside me triumphs because of this…I just can't allow you and that bastard you learned this crap from to win!"
"Concentrated energy?"
"Did I stutter? How about I repeat it for you. Getsuga tenshō!"
Ishida's eyes widened as the concentrated mass of roiling black energy shot out from Ichigo's Zangetsu, however his eyes were now filled with a sudden determination.
I…know what to do now!
Silently, he raised his web-like bow Ginrei Kojaku, not even bothering to dodge.
Kaworu gave Ishida a grim smile, his Captain's uniform fluttering in the wind.
"I can no longer truly use the techniques of a Shishōfū or Quincy in a real pitched battle…but the pride of a Shishōfū is this…advancing to a new stage of power, speed, and strength…A Shishōfū's techniques are stronger, faster, more dependent on the user's spirit than simply the absorbed spiritual particles around him…And it also invests a infinite world of new techniques that only the Shinigami so far have had, with their foolish shikais and bankais…The Shishōfū is the warrior of the future…"
Ishida stared defiantly at him.
"Yes…you've taught me a lot, and I understand what you speak of…but you spoke of the evolution of a Quincy, the advancement of a Quincy's bow…in the progression of a Shinigami…You gave me a part of your cursed Shinigami powers already, fool! But where is this progression to Shishōfū?!
Kaworu smiled.
"You are fiery today…yet…you have yet to know your bow's true name and relation to your soul…"
"How…do I…"
Kaworu glanced warily at Ishida, shaking his head.
"You will…simply know, boy…you will simply know. It will speak to you, Quincy."
Ichigo's eyes widened as he watched Ishida standing still with the massive wave of energy hurtling at him.
"What?! Do you have a death wish or something?!"
Ishida clutched his chest, whispering to himself as he held his bow up like a shield towards the massive wave of black.
I feel you, Ginrei Kojaku…you gave me your name…and power…But I realize now, your name was already mine, your power was already mine…You are no foolish zanpakutō…I do not train you, you are MY SOUL…only through advancement of my own soul can I advance my bow…and now I feel my soul burdened by the weight of history and vengeance…let this burden act as armor rather than bonds…let your chains be victorious protection against those who wish to strike you, Ishida Ginrei Kojaku…
Ishida stood still against the wave of black and spoke new words…however they had always been inside him, he knew them by heart.
It is not a process of vulgar foolishness such as the zanpakutō…It is my very soul that I am remembering and progressing…the honor of a Quincy I am regaining…Of course I know it by heart!
"Ginrei Kojaku ! Mamoru Bokushi!"
Ichigo Kurosaki's eyes widened as the black wave of energy slammed into the glowing white spider-web-like bow of the Quincy and simply…disappeared into it.
"What the hell just happened?!"
"My burden is my armor, Kurosaki… Ginrei Kojaku is no mere Quincy bow; it is the bow of I, the final Shishōfū and vengeful Quincy. It is my soul…and it will swallow any spiritual power you throw at it. This is my evolution as a Quincy. No longer do I merely need to depend on the soul particles of my surroundings. That was too placid and foolish. This is the only technique I have to respond against brutes such as you who only see fit to throw themselves and their souls into mad frontal battles. Now die, Shinigami."
Suddenly, Uryū Ishida smiled and brought the bow to aim at Ichigo.
The arrow Ishida began to form broiled in his hands as he aimed it at Ichigo…it was black and pulsating with dark energy.
"Getsuga tenshō yajirushi!"
Ichigo's eyes widened in disbelief and utter terror as the arrow hurtled at him and then plunged terribly into his stomach.
"Not…strong…enough…again…mother…"
"SHIT!"
Kaworu flew backwards, stumbling on the shaking earth as his face bled steadily from the shrapnel and rubble flying on the massive dragon's katana's landing.
He then noticed the dragon was no longer in front of him, instead he could feel a whoosh of air and suddenly noticed he was completely immersed in dark shadow.
"ABOVE?!"
Indeed as he looked up, all Kaworu could see was the sky falling on him, a yellow scaly sky.
"Inazuma…Bankai! Adauchi Raikiri!"
His muscles bulged and his spiritual power rose up and down drastically as his body crackled with pure reiatsu.
The knuckles gripping his changing zanpakutō seemed to smolder until it was clear that golden-white kanji were forming tattooed on each finger's knuckle spelling the phrase "VENGEANCE IS MINE" ("Fukushû Suruwa Wareniari") across both hands.
The letters gave off smoke as they were seemingly tattooed onto him with an invisible hot iron, and as his newly changed hands gripped the spear, it began to change as well.
Inazuma seemed to grow longer and thicker, far stronger and sturdier looking and it changed further, obviously no longer a simple cross spear.
The perpendicular trio of blades ending in a sort of curved trident instead much like the blade of a sai.
This new Inazuma glowed with power, as did Kaworu Yamamoto-Genryūsai's trembling form.
Kaworu's massive spiritual power bled out all across the landscape, sending the already wounded Komamura falling backwards. However it didn't seem to bother the giant dragon Tenken, who promptly landed his massive belly flop with a great shaking of the earth.
Kaworu grimaced, his bankai speed carrying him just barely out of the radius of the giant beast, his foot almost flattened completely not to mention the rest of his body as he flash stepped out.
"No choice…I didn't want to use this so early on…but…"
Komamura stared at Kaworu mumbling to himself, shaking his head sadly.
I had hoped it wouldn't come to this, Tenken going berserk…too much madness and damage…There's no chance of this fool defeating Tenken…I'll have to try to stifle him myself before he destroys the whole of Soul Society!
Suddenly, Komamura's eyes widened in curiosity and pained confusion.
"Releasing first limit, Inazuma…"
He held the great spear Inazuma in his left hand and pressed the tip into his right palm. As if made of air, it sank straight through his palm as if his palm was an endlessly deep pool of water and then simply disappeared.
Kaworu clenched his right fist, his eyes bulging and the veins at his forehead straining with obvious difficulty as his right arm trembled.
Suddenly, the bright golden-white tattoos spelling the phrase "VENGEANCE IS MINE" ("Fukushû Suruwa Wareniari") across both hands that had grown on his knuckles with his bankai started to contort against his skin.
The golden lines began to crisscross and grow, as if the tattoo was somehow sprouting like a vine. They grew up his hand and began to snake and crisscross all around his right arm, these glowing golden lines and symbols searing into his skin as if they were being branded on or tattooed.
It all stopped at his right shoulder, and as the smoke cleared, one could see the intricate and beautiful lines and runes all around his right arm with a new surprising addition.
There seemed to be a glowing wing of electric energy sprouting out of his right shoulder, a single ethereal wing of massive spiritual presence.
Komamura couldn't even muster the strength to get off of his knees, staring at the new Kawuro with silent awe.
Though…a man like that shouldn't be that powerful…it still isn't enough for Tenken…
Indeed, Kaworu suddenly found Tenken's massive dragon form directly behind him, the giant sword swinging down to finally crush Kaworu once and for all. Obviously it was so massive that it probably wouldn't cut him or anything, just smash him into paste.
Komamura closed his eyes in pain at what he knew would happen. He could be a strong-willed Shinigami Captain willing to dispose of any enemies of Soul Society, but he couldn't bear to watch as the massive boom of noise landed and the wind from the impact rushed all around him.
Slowly, he opened his eyes…which promptly opened wide in disbelief.
Kaworu stood there, sweat pouring down his bulging skin and veins as his right arm glowed with power, the ethereal wing of yellow energy flashing even larger behind Kaworu's right shoulder as his right palm…pressed against a massive black wall.
He…caught…the sword? But…that isn't…possible…
Indeed, Kaworu's feet were digging deep into the hard rock, Tenken letting out massive angry roars of a confused dragon unwilling to budge as it pressed the giant katana harder against the force trying to stop it.
Kaworu pulsed with power, his teeth grinding each other into dust, his eyes bulging, sweat pouring down his body, his muscles straining, his entire form trembling as his pulsing arm of power tried to hold its ground against the wall of black steel pressed down against it.
Komamura shook his head sadly.
Impressive…but in the end…futile…
Indeed, only a few seconds later, Kaworu's eyes widened in terror and exhaustion and the sword finally ended its long massive path to the ground, smashing against the earth with a giant blast of wind and rubble.
It's…over.
Tenken seemed to think so too, the massive beast supposedly Inazuma letting out a snarling roar of victory, its giant katana still pressed hard onto the ground.
However, with its sword lodged in a deep scar on the earth and with it victorious and Komamura looking on fatigued, neither of them noticed the small shape flying up into the air.
Komamura saw it first, staring into the sky as the tiny figure seemed to disappear and then reappear high above the massive dragon.
Flash…stepping? KAWORU?!
The former Captain of Fifth Division zoomed above the great beast below him, his Captain's uniform in tatters, his body caked with dust, sweat, and blood, but otherwise whole and definitely not mushy paste smashed by a giant sword.
Komamura stared up in confusion as Kaworu landed on the giant dragon's head like a small black dot in the distance upon a massive yellow landscape.
What does he intend to do!?
Kaworu slammed his glowing palm down onto what could be the dragon's massive forehead, his right arm still pulsating with that same power since he had announced the release of Inazuma's first seal.
"Inazuma, meet Inazuma! Surely if you are the dragon of the sky of the famed Three Dragons, you are a conduit for such power and absorb it easily!"
Kaworu's right arm began to glow and pulse with electricity, the tattoos all over his arm glimmering with power.
Komamura's eyes widened in horror as dark cloud began to pool in the sky above the dragon and Kaworu.
He can't mean to…
"INAZUMA! CONDUIT OF THE SKY AND ITS MIGHT! SHOW ME YOURSELF!"
A massive lightning bolt hammered down straight from the sky, pulsating with energy but only there for a brief second.
Its path had gone through the sky, flowing into Kaworu's pulsating right arm, and out the massive dragon's jaw.
Straight…through…
However there was no entry wound of any sort, instead the massive dragon opened its jaw and let out a gigantic cloud of smoke that hid the battlefield and nearly suffocated Komamura.
Smells like…burnt flesh?! Tenken!
The dragon slammed face first onto the earth with a great massive clash that shook and unsettled the current and former Shinigami Captains and two girls who had been on the outskirts of the fight.
Kaworu was nowhere to be seen, and in a few seconds, the electric yellow aura that had surrounded Komamura and his sword disappeared…and so did the massive dragon slumped upon the earth.
Kaworu stood calmly next to Komamura, who fell to his knees with terrible exhaustion and exasperation though he still stared defiantly at Kaworu.
Kaworu gripped his right arm, his body trembling as the tattoos shrank away from his arm and shoulder, descending back to the initial tattooed kanji letters at his knuckles.
The great spear Inazuma simply descended back out of his right palm in one long slide, as if his arm was vomiting it out. It clattered to the floor and returned to the shikai form of a cross spear and then the unreleased form of a small tanto knife as the cross points and spear handle simply disappeared.
Kaworu reached down with and grasped the small unassuming knife, returning it to the place it had held at his left hip.
He seemed to be panting with great exertion, his body trembling, and his right arm actually smoking but seemingly unharmed and whole.
"You…are a fool, Kaworu…just as your father was a fool for being so…stubborn…you are just as stubborn as he…you all refuse to compromise, to forget, to forgive…you only cause destruction…You are the same as he!"
Kaworu's eyes widened and he grabbed the massive fox-like Captain by the neck.
"What…did you say?"
Komamura stared defiantly at him even in this position, his eyes furiously powerful.
"You heard me, Kaworu. Even shutting me up doesn't change the truth. As I said before, 'Silence will not save you; Kaworu Yamamoto-Genryūsai…your punishment is absolute.'"
"Hah! Punishment? You're the one who's on his knees!"
"It only appears that way on the surface, Kaworu…in truth, while I may be at your mercy, you are the one who has sacrificed the compassion and soul inside of yourself…You are on your knees."
"Enough of that bullshit! How about I turn you to dust, you son of a bitch!"
Kaworu growled, tossing Komamura forward as if he were a mere toy.
As the Shinigami Captain landed in front of him, Kaworu pointed his left arm in the Captain's direction.
"It's over, mutt. Destructive Art: 95, Lightning Genesis!"
A massive bolt of lightning hurtled straight out of Kaworu's fingers towards the prone Komamura, only to be blocked by a suddenly appearing glowing shield of red.
"Nake, Benihime!"
Komamura was quite unharmed, the lightning bolt dissipating against the red energy shield. It was then that Kaworu noticed with a great growing rage that now beside the wounded Komamura was Kisuke Urahara.
In one arm he cradled the still limp Orihime, in the other one hand he held his released zanpakutō, Benihime.
"What?! You dare interfere!?"
"That's about enough, Kaworu. We're taking the girls and wounded and we're leaving."
And indeed, Captain Hisagi flash stepped next to Komamura, lifting him up onto his much smaller shoulder. Next to Hisagi was an unharmed but certainly frazzled Rukia being held and supported by a quite severely injured and exhausted-looking Ichigo.
Alongside Kaworu suddenly appeared Ishida, staring knives at Ichigo though averting Rukia's worrisome and pleading eyes. He seemed as wounded as Ichigo, but less fatigued. Kaworu was pleased to see the young Quincy's bow in the initial release Shishōfū mode.
All was going according to plan.
"And…what if I don't allow you to leave?"
Kaworu stared passively at Kisuke, his eyes still dull and lifeless despite the momentous tension and emotion that had to exist between them.
"Don't involve them, Kaworu...They've got nothing to do with this, you know that...It's me you want, isn't it?!"
"Hmph, always so self-centered, Kisuke...who said it all has to be about you? I'd rather enjoy killing the lot of you...that's a nifty little trick Benihime does, I remember it well...but I rather think it'll be quite ineffective against the full chant."
Kisuke Urahara's eyes widened and he urged the group around him to move back as Kaworu smirked and began to speak monotonously with his hand outstretched towards them.
"Carriage of thunder. Life's terrible flax of sorrow. Return all to dust as it once was, and end mankind's true misery. Destructive Art: 95, Lighting Genesis, Cra-"
Suddenly, two large scimitar-like blades at his throat, and two thin blades resembling fishing javelins with a reversed prong-blade on each dull end were also pointed at his abdomen.
Four blades. Kaworu didn't move at all except for his eyes glancing at the situation, his arm still raised and pointed at Komamura.
In front of Kaworu crouched Captain Jūshirō Ukitake of the 13th Division with his fishing javelin-like twin zanpakutō pointed at Kaworu's
Directly behind Kaworu was Captain Shunsui Kyōraku of the 8th Division with his large scimitar or falchion-like twin zanpakutō both crossed and pointed dangerously right at Kaworu's neck.
Ukitake held his position, turning just his head to glance at Kisuke Urahara, Hisagi, Rukia, Orihime, Ichigo and Komamura.
"We'll take care of him!
Rukia stared at Ukitake with evident worry and a suddenly determined face.
"Captain Ukitake, I can't just leave you here!"
Urahara gave a wry grin.
"Yep, she's right…Why not take some help for once?"
Shunsui pouted playfully, though his blades were still at Kaworu's neck.
"Leave him here? Not take help? What am I, chopped liver? I'm here as well, you know!"
Ukitake nodded, staring hard at Kisuke and the rest of the group though his eyes were still kind as always.
"Indeed…have you forgotten the power of the two great apprentices of Yamamoto? Don't worry about us! You guys would only complicate things."
He spoke the boast in a playful sense, but the rest of the group understood. Even Urahara's usually unreadable face was serious, Kisuke nodding firmly.
Kisuke quickly made sure he had a grip on Orihime, Hisagi cradling Komamura's bulk, and Rukia giving a delicate shoulder to Ichigo's heavily wounded but able-to-move form.
Ichigo certainly seemed the worse of the lot, with a few minor wounds and then a major bleeding wound that seemed fresh and to his stomach.
"Right! Now go!"
In an instant the entire group flash stepped away, nearly in unison, disappearing in swirls of dusty wind.
Kaworu gave a foul smirk, having remained silent and unmoving with the four zanpakutōs pointed all over his body.
"Hmph…Did you have to send them away? How am I supposed to enjoy myself?"
The two Shinigami Captains were no longer fun and games, even Kyōraku's face was serious and stoic as he replied.
"They could've died or been injured…We've been ordered to end this personally by old man Yamamoto himself."
Kaworu was silent at Shunsui's words, suddenly noticing with a glance of his eyes to the right about ten feet away from Ukitake that Ishida had remained.
The Quincy seemed to be in the act of aiming his bow at Jūshirō's back though his hands were unsteady and unsure, probably on account of the massive spiritual powers he sensed latent in these two extremely skilled Shinigami Captains around Kaworu.
Kaworu grimaced, shouting in the Quincy's direction.
"What're you still doing here? You know what to do, Ishida! Give chase! Make sure they don't get away!"
"But-"
"But what? What could you hope to do in this battle? Get lost!"
Ishida stared firmly at Kaworu, as if offended, but then simply nodded, flash stepping away and disappearing.
Kaworu grimaced, turning back to stare out ahead in space instead of facing either Shinigami who had surrounded him.
Kaworu nodded slowly, chuckling coarsely.
"The two master apprentices of my father turned into lapdogs, is it? I seemed to remember you two had some free will and skill back in the day, it's a pity you're nothing but cheap henchmen now…"
Ukitake slowly shook his head.
"Enough of your words, Kaworu…It was indeed unfortunate what happened to you, but it was unavoidable…You were a tragedy of the past, a sacrifice, and you should've remained so. I sympathize, believe me, but you are causing much too much strife and pain…It pains me to say this but sometimes a society must take terrible and often evil actions to survive…The was no choice but for Soul Society to respond in such a way to your treason…"
"Hah…the words of a pitiful old man…And what of you, Shunsui?"
Shunsui seemed deep in thought.
"I…realize, your father did horrible things, we know him as well as you did, Kaworu…But the past is simply the past. You were wronged and erased from the annals of time, bleached away, but you have no right to come as some terrible ghost of history and wreak destruction. Centuries have passed since your betrayal, men and women were born and died, and the young people and new Shinigami of this society deserve a chance to live in a peaceful world."
Ukitake nodded, speaking up, all the while mind you the two Shinigami Captains and Kaworu were all still in the same position they had been since Ukitake and Kyōraku had appeared with zanpakutōs bared.
"If only there was a way for you to disregard your hate…to seek penance and understanding? A being driven by hate and vengeance cannot survive for long, either it will destroy itself or be struck down by outside forces. Your father has grown very old, perhaps soon he will step down as Chief Captain…centuries have passed, society has changed. You must learn to change as well, to forgive, to forget, to change for the better…you have to discard the madness that still claws at your feet, Kaworu. What intent did you have returning here? Serving as Aizen's pawn? Killing your former best friend and lover? Destroying Soul Society?"
Kaworu gave a sly grin.
"The Throne of God, of course…Destruction is only secondary, necessary…I will possess the key of the King of Soul Society and then take the Throne of God…it is a simple matter to accomplish, once I kill every single one of you and use the fool Quincy's power…"
"The Throne of God?! Like Aizen?! Are you insane?"
"No…call it a favor…You lot would probably lose to Aizen anyway, and then have his bitter and pompous foolishness on the Throne of God, changing and manipulating existence into some hellish madness with him at the top…On the contrary, I only seek to create an existence where I was not wronged, where pain simply does not exist...a new more preferable reality under my guidance."
"Madness! That isn't reality! That isn't just, to speak of such blasphemous things, to wish to bend reality to your preference…That is foolishness, disgustingly so!"
"Hmph…call it what you will, simply seek not to stop me. It would be futile."
Jūshirō's face was suddenly clouded in disgust and shock, Shunsui looking away in sorrowful resignation.
"You are mad, Kaworu! You have gone mad! You have fallen as low as your former apprentice out there in Hueco Mundo! And even worse, for he is a cold being who lusts only for power…but you, you were a lively beautiful Shinigami with a big heart that encompassed all…How can you hold such thoughts and nightmarish aspirations? Such goals go against the grain of existence itself…"
"Indeed, you have fallen greatly Kaworu…too great to be recovered, I believe…"
"And I as well…"
"So…we have…"
"No choice…we are sorry, former Captain of Fifth Division Kaworu Yamamoto-Genryūsai, first and only son of Chief Captain of Soul Society and First Division, General Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai…we have made up our minds. You must be put to death…"
Kaworu laughed scornfully, suddenly disappearing from within the two Shinigami Captain's eyes and blades, flashing a few feet away freely.
"Judge and jury, huh? Nothing's changed…nothing at all…you speak of change and lost history, but I have the distinct feeling that everything repeats itself, that you're all as foul as you've ever been…this entire Soul Society! It needs real change, and I am the one who will give it that…change existence itself in my own images and wishes!"
Kaworu smirked at their surprised eyes, certainly surprised he had escaped so easily from their clutches.
"Hmph, certainly you're not amazed by that type of speed, are you? Pitiful! Have you forgotten my power, imbeciles? Kowasu, Inazuma!"
He drew the small tantō-like zanpakutō from his hip as he spoke, sputtering angrily.
The tantō became a long cross spear suddenly, the blade of the tantō serving as the main blade of the spear though a bit elongated, while two other blades had formed in the sides as well as a long thick wooden pole handle, to form a cross spear. It was clear his spiritual power was rising steadily.
Kaworu gave a confident smirk.
Suddenly Kaworu's eyes widened in surprise. The two Shinigami Captains were no longer in front of him, instead he could distinctly feel them standing behind him.
He could also feel the four slashes that had been dealt deep into his chest on either side, as if his torso had grown comical red eyebrows.
They were not fatal, but the blood flowed steadily out of them and stained his Captain's uniform, the pain pulsating heavily.
Kaworu turned on unsteady feet to stare with increasingly angered eyes at the two Shinigami Captains standing there with their twin zanpakutōs stained with his blood.
Ukitake an unreadable look as Shunsui stood alongside him.
"It seems you have forgotten the power of the two apprentices, Kaworu Yamamoto-Genryūsai."
Both men closed their eyes and suddenly from both of them there arose a blast of massive spiritual power that shook the earth, sending Kaworu flying backwards like a mere leaf in the merciless wind.
Hope you're enjoying everything so far…
Some crazy stuff is going down…
As I said before, I'm sorry if occasionally the focus is missing from some characters like Rukia, Hitsugaya, Kenpachi, Chad, or Orihime or etc…but we're in some important battles and plot movements right now…it's not like I can have every character always around and involved…
Once this main important battle finishes, you'll find out what's going on around the rest of Soul Society…
Looks like Kaworu's about to get owned though, you definitely can't underestimate Ukitake and Kyōraku…fighting them both at once means certain death…They've got to be beyond any opponent Kaworu has fought before, other than his father whom he seemingly lost against...This time Kaworu isn't even the senior and most experienced Shinigami, he's fighting his elders
This could get ugly.
Hope you guys stay along for the ride.
See ya next chapter.