The ambient darkness of the void stretched endlessly, its oppressive weight making Tatsuki feel as if she were submerged in deep water. The blue orbs of the voice's eyes glowed like two hauntingly luminous bioluminescent creatures from the abyssal ocean depths, sending a shiver down her spine. The air grew colder, more palpable, as the being, radiating an otherworldly aura, began to move towards her with an unhurried grace.
A voice as deep and resonant as the rumble of distant thunder murmured, "I'll show you the strength you didn't know you possessed."
Tatsuki's pulse quickened. "How?" she inquired, her voice barely above a whisper, entwined with a mix of caution and curiosity.
The entity's smile was slow, predatory, revealing teeth that were reminiscent of finely honed daggers. They gleamed ominously as he said, "You granted me access over your body should you ever be close to death or in danger of it."
She frowned, puzzled. "I didn't make that promise."
Leaning closer, his chilling presence making the void around them seem even more frigid, he tilted his head, his silhouette exuding a deadly elegance. "Really? Desperation makes for hasty bargains. You longed for strength, for a means to protect those you cherish and peers. And in your desperate need, you called out, and I answered."
Memories, like shards of broken glass, pierced through Tatsuki's mind. She saw herself, vulnerable and desperate, willing to embrace any force, any power, to shield her friends from harm. She remembered the whisper of temptation, the voice offering strength at a price.
She clenched her fists, anger and remorse simmering in her eyes. "I was cornered. I didn't know what else to do!"
The creature chuckled, the sound echoing eerily. "Yet, a deal was made. So now, Tatsuki, relinquish control. Observe. And perhaps, amidst the battle, you'll learn a thing or two."
The sheer enormity of her predicament crashed down on Tatsuki. The boundaries between her identity and this formidable entity seemed to blur, and for a moment, she wondered who truly held the reins over her body.
Within the real world, in the looming shadow cast by the ancient, stoic architecture of the Seireitei, Tatsuki arose, a flicker of unnerving delight twisting her visage into a grin as enigmatic as the moon concealed by storm clouds. Her hair, dark and tumultuous, fell over her eyes like a cascading curtain of midnight, obscuring the windows to her soul yet doing nothing to dim the latent, predatory glow illuminating from within. Extruding from her forehead, ethereal black horns that are a hands length, reminiscent of her shroud's power.
She released her spiritual pressure in waves, as she did, an invisible storm of energy rippled through the atmosphere. Its force was palpable, a dense electric charge that hung in the air, making the very environment vibrate with suppressed power. Hikari halted, his eyes expanding minutely as they registered the unforeseen and bewildering alteration in her aura.
"You have quite the bit of spiritual energy, I could feel it within your spiritual pressure," he observed, his voice measured but not quite able to conceal the undertone of uncertainty that threaded through his words. However, there's a weird feeling to it, something… Darker? What happened to her, it's like she's a completely different person.
Tatsuki offered no verbal response. Instead, she lifted her gaze, revealing eyes transformed. The vibrant, living blue of those irises bore an unsettling luminescence, surrounded by the inky blackness of the sclera, turning her eyes into twin abysses of celestial and shadowy elements intertwined. Her laughter filled the space, a sound both hers and not, as if two souls, one light and one dark, were harmonizing in a dance as old as time.
"What... What are you?" Hikari's voice was a threadbare whisper, frayed at the edges with the sharp tang of trepidation.
Tatsuki adopted a stance, fluid and poised with a latent energy that was at once graceful and dangerous. It was a position that seamlessly melded the disciplined structure of traditional martial arts with the wild, unpredictable ferocity of street fighting — a hybrid of form and function designed for the chaos of combat. Her body was slightly angled, one foot forward, arms raised but loose, ready to parry or strike with equal ease. Every line and curve of her body radiated a coiled readiness, a promise of the storm to come. The air around her seemed to thrum with anticipation, the atmosphere dense with the electricity of impending violence.
The world seemed to blur as Tatsuki propelled herself forward with a speed that defied the natural laws of motion. It was as if space itself had folded around her, her form vanishing only to reappear inches from Hikari in less time than it took to draw a breath. The very air was slashed in her wake, carrying with it a sonic boom that echoed eerily across the battleground.
Hikari's eyes expanded in startled astonishment, the fleeting recognition of the unforeseen speed sending his heart into a rapid staccato. Impossible! he thought, the whirlwind of her movement a stark contrast to his training. She's not even using the flash step technique!
As if guided by sheer instinct, or perhaps an innate desire for self-preservation, Hikari thrust himself backward into the air, his feet barely grazing the ground as he sought to evade the impending collision. His form became a mere blur, dancing on the cusp of shadows and light, but Tatsuki was already there, a shadowy specter with intent as sharp as a blade's edge.
Emerging from the vortex of her own speed, Tatsuki's face was contorted into a grin that was both malicious and ecstatic, her eyes reflecting a cruel delight. Her voice, now layered with an unsettling dual timbre, rang out like a dissonant symphony, "You asked what am I? Your reckoning! Soul Reaper!" The words hung in the air, imbued with an ominous resonance, echoing the relentless dance of predator and prey. The atmosphere, thick with tension, seemed to pulse with every word, the very ground vibrating from the force of their confrontations.
With an almost soundless precision, Tatsuki's knuckles burrowed deep into Hikari's abdomen. As she careened past him, her forward momentum was harnessed, amplifying the sheer brute force of her strike. The impact was cataclysmic. Like a meteorite crashing onto Earth, Hikari's body carved a small jagged trench in the ground, sending shockwaves that made the very ground tremble. Chunks of pavement were flung upwards, creating a storm of sharp fragments that whistled through the air.
Yet, even through the pain and dizziness, Hikari's instincts remained razor-sharp. Before the dust could even settle, his fingers, scarred and battered, clawed into the ground. With an explosive burst of strength, he harnessed the power in his core, catapulting himself forward. His legs, coiled like a spring, unleashed a powerful kick that connected squarely with Tatsuki's face. The sheer force sent her careening backwards, smashing through a stone wall that disintegrated upon impact, clouding the area with a mist of fine dust and debris.
As the dust began to settle, Hikari's fingers brushed the crimson trickle that seeped from a cut on his forehead. The metallic scent of blood filled the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of shattered stone. He moved his hand slowly towards the hilt of his blade, drawing it with the elegant fluidity of an expert. The blade, now exposed to the dim light, gleamed menacingly. "You're fast, I'll give you that, Tatsuki Arisawa." Holding his sword in a reverse grip, the edge gleamed, reflecting Hikari's intent to harm. His voice, though confident, held a hint of newfound respect for his opponent.
"Looks like you are strong enough, and have earned the honor of facing my blade," Hikari declared, his eyes locked on the rubble where Tatsuki lay. "But don't think for a moment that this changes the ending result." The mood grew thick with anticipation, the world pausing for the next clash of souls.
Amidst the settling haze of disturbed rubble and dust, Tatsuki arose like a phoenix reborn. Her silhouette emerged through the debris, a stark contrast against the dim surroundings. As she cast away the weighty remnants of the wall that once trapped her, the fragments seemed to dissolve into the air, carried away by an invisible force. Her face was a canvas of scratches and some bruising, each telling a story of the fierce fight at hand. The faint line of blood running down her chin glistened in the ambient light, a testament to her resilience, which she wiped away with her wrist.
"Round two," she proclaimed, her voice echoing with a sinister undertone, a blend of her own voice and something otherworldly. It felt like the very atmosphere had thickened with tension, every molecule charged with anticipation. Her neck made a series of satisfying clicks as she rotated it, each vertebra popping in release. With a challenging glare, she locked eyes with Hikari. "Use anything you want. Either way, I'll benefit in the end."
In response, Hikari shifted his stance, gripping his blade in reverse. His feet spaced perfectly apart, with the front foot pointing straight ahead and the back foot at a right angle. His blade was held close, its edge pointing backward, ready for both defense and swift counters. The glint in his eyes betrayed no emotion, only unwavering focus.
Tatsuki, ever the aggressor, lunged forward, leaving barely a whisper of her movement in the air. But Hikari was prepared. Their forces collided with such might that the very pavement beneath them vibrated, sending ripples outward. The world seemed to stand still as gauntlet clashed with steel, creating a shockwave that rustled the nearby trees, walls, and structures - sending small stones skipping.
Quick as a viper, Tatsuki tried to land a sharp knee to Hikari's midsection, but he parried with a swift motion of his own leg, the sound of bone meeting bone ringing out. Undeterred, Tatsuki twisted her torso, launching a punch aimed directly at his face. Hikari responded in a blur, his reverse-gripped blade intercepting her fist just inches from his face. The two were locked in this dance of combat, each move countered by another.
Tatsuki's smug grin surfaced amidst the fray. "Feeling tired yet?" she teased, her voice dripping with dark mirth. The course of battle had only just begun.
Amid the chaos of the fierce combat, Hikari's voice echoed through the battleground, unwavering and cool, "Why would I?" There was a certainty in his tone, an unshakable confidence that suggested he was still gauging her. I do feel a little winded, but that shouldn't be happening so quickly.
Tatsuki's senses were heightened. She could feel the thrum of power within her, a foreign energy being absorbed by her every contact with Hikari, each heartbeat resonating with the ebb and flow of her spiritual energy. The very air around her seemed to ripple with the intensity of her growing strength.
As the standoff between them reached its pinnacle, Tatsuki initiated a lightning-fast parry, a flash of silver that momentarily illuminated the area. Without hesitation, she jumped upward, her silhouette sharply contrasted against the sky. From this vantage point, Tatsuki became a tempest, unleashing a relentless storm of kicks that cascaded down upon Hikari. He defended, blade flashing as it met each kick, the sharp ring of metal echoing with every contact.
Yet, Hikari was not to be underestimated. Seizing a momentary lapse, he spiraled, using the inertia to land a sweeping kick at Tatsuki's side. She was quick, though, her gauntlet meeting his leg with a resounding clang, the force sending shockwaves through the air.
Suddenly, the dynamics changed. Tatsuki propelled herself higher using Hikari's leg as a springboard, a dark shadow against the luminous sky. There was a moment of stillness, a beat of suspense, as she coiled herself and extended her right leg in front of her for a descending attack. The sole of her boot glowed with a fierce azure light, spiritual energy crackling around it. It was a move meant to finish, a strike aimed directly at Hikari's crown.
Tatsuki descended like a missile, "Makai Kyakushō!" With a war cry she shouted in her otherworldly overtone. This is how you do it, brat. The possessed Tatsuki relayed to the owner of the body.
But Hikari, with the reflexes of a seasoned warrior, leaped back, evading her strike just in time. The ground where he stood moments ago erupted, splinters of earth shooting outward, leaving a smoky crater in its wake. Good thing I dodged that, sheesh.
The dust and debris from the impact cleared, revealing Tatsuki, poised with a smug expression, her eyes locked onto Hikari's. "All that talk, yet you can't block my attacks anymore? You're smarter than I give you credit for," she taunted, her voice dripping with challenge.
Hikari's smile emerged effortlessly, a casual upturn of lips laden with graceful arrogance. "Well, aren't you confident," he mused, his voice a delicate blend of mockery and elegance. "One doesn't need to block every blow when you can save your energy with speed," he continued, his words flowing like a soft but confident breeze.
His left arm unfurled, palm open, directed towards Tatsuki with a choreography that bespoke mastery and intent. Spiritual energy simmered in the air, the ethereal whispers of an incantation harmonizing with the palpable energy of the battleground. "Hadō number 31. Shakkahō!" His voice punctuated the space, and what followed was a magnificent eruption of red spheres of fire, a scorching army aimed ruthlessly at Tatsuki.
In the face of the incoming inferno, Tatsuki stood undaunted. Adorned in gauntlets, her palms came together in a symbolic stance of power and resilience. Her spiritual energy pooled before her, a tangible blue aura with shadows of the deepest black lurking within, coalescing into a formidable sphere of spiritual potency. "Kuroi Tamashī Bakudan," she proclaimed, a triumphant smirk playing across her lips.
With Ichigo in the Seireitei
Ichigo stood there, applying healing ointment to the wounds of the man he had just cut down, the ointment worked wonders, pooling amounts of blood had stopped almost instantly when applied.
"Man this is really good stuff." He said to himself incredibly impressed, "dad would probably go crazy over this."
After he applied the ointment to his enemy who was unconscious, he wrapped his enemies wounds with bandages that he had found on his person. "Man this guy is resourceful, I feel like Uryu does this same crap."
He then applied the left over ointment to his forehead's open cut that was still bleeding and then immediately it worked as intended. Then he was knocked out of his thoughts as his eyes widened considerably, he felt a familiar spiritual pressure, and it was growing massively. He turned to the direction he felt it in and his mouth hung open slightly.
"Tatsuki?" He said to himself in an astonished whisper.
With Ganju in the Seireitei
"Whew! That was a close one. I can't believe I actually survived" Ganju said out loud in relief.
Then he felt a familiar spiritual pressure surge, he turned to the direction and he knew who it was. He couldn't help but shake his head in response to what he felt.
"I knew there was something about that girl that seemed unnerving. She's another monster." He dusted himself off then ran forward.
"Anyway, I need to find Ichigo before more damn Soul Reapers show up."
With Chad in the Seireitei
Chad watched several Soul Reapers run in a direction opposite to him. He stood silent as they passed, he was calm and collected, after they left his eyesight he stood up tall. Then he felt it. His eyes widened and looked in a direction that he felt familiar spiritual pressure.
"Tatsuki?! Is that you?" He asked himself out loud.
he then looked forward and collected his thoughts, I need to find the others, this place is filled with enemies.
With Orihime and Uryu in the Seireitei
Orihime and Uryu stood tall above the fallen form of their opponent who lay unconscious. They were about to leave the area due to an influx of Soul Reapers they heard nearby to get to cover, then they felt it. A familiar spiritual pressure that they knew well.
"Is that?!" Uryu questioned out loud as he looked to his right with wide eyes.
Orihime whipped her head in the same direction with a worried expression, she put a hand on her chest trying to calm her nerves. Trying to tame the overwhelming tempest of concern.
"Tatsuki… Please be okay," she whispered out loud.
With Tatsuki in the Seireitei
Unleashed, the soul bomb surged forth. A roaring torrent of power resonated through the air, akin to a cosmic tide heralding the relentless forces of the universe. It charged through the space with a symphony of tumultuous winds and electrifying vibrations, a harmonic disruption that reverberated through the scars of the battlefield.
It met the red fireballs in a dramatic clash, a spectacle of ethereal might. The dueling energies collided, igniting in a crackling of flames and howling spirits. Tatsuki's soul bomb devoured the flames with voracious intensity, an unyielding tide of blue and black continuing its ominous passage toward Hikari, heralding the relentless force of its creator's will. What?! But how?! Hikari couldn't believe what his eyes shown him.
Hikari's pupils constricted, the dire realization of the impending cataclysm reflecting within. Shit! It's coming fast! He thought in rapid panic. The gaping maw of the soul bomb bore down on him with an inevitability that made time itself seem to warp, each second stretching into an eternity. Desperation and instinct fused, compelling him to cross his reverse-grip blade before him, the sword becoming a glimmering shield against the encroaching oblivion.
The surrounding area itself trembled as the bomb collided with its target, unleashing a devastating explosion, brilliant yet shadowed, its luminosity rivaling the sun, but with a darkness lurking at its core. The sheer force of the detonation would have been akin to an impact reminiscent of ballistic missiles laying waste to landscapes.
And from this maelstrom, Hikari was catapulted with violent force. The air seemed to ripple and scream in his wake, until an unyielding wall halted his flight. The impact resonated like a mournful bell, a gruesome crater forming, testament to the wrath Tatsuki's attack had wrought.
Tatsuki's smirk deepened, evolving from triumphant to predatory. Each step she took towards the fallen Hikari was deliberate and unhurried, exuding an aura of dominion. The very ground seemed to acknowledge her might, resonating softly with each footfall, as if nature itself bowed to her will. Like a lioness surveying a cornered gazelle, her approach was the haunting trot of a predator nearing its captured prize.
Within the world of the living
The world around Yuzu seemed to blur as memories surged, flooding her senses. She remembered the sensation of the traffic post, yielding like clay under her unassuming fingers. It felt surreal, she never experienced something so, out-of-this-world. Yet, here she was, grappling with a reality she hardly recognized.
The rhythmic slice of onions provided a brief reprieve, grounding her to the moment. But Yuzu's hands worked faster than her thoughts, and the blade brushed her finger, leaving a sting in its wake. "Damn it!" she muttered, surprised by her carelessness.
She instinctively put the wounded finger in her mouth in acts of stopping the flow of blood from leaking out of her finger, Urgh, why wasn't I paying more attention, it hurts.
But the cut wasn't her primary concern. It was the weight of the unspoken, the accumulation of months of pent-up emotions. Her pulse quickened, frustration simmering, threatening to spill over. She acted on instinct, throwing a punch toward the counter. The force of her impact left a gaping hole where the edge once was. The remnants tumbled gracelessly, shattering the silence and the tiles below causing a crashing sound to reverberate through the household.
"What is happening...?" Yuzu whispered, her voice a shaky blend of disbelief and dread.
Footsteps thundered, a familiar pace of concern and fatherly instincts. "Yuzu, are you okay? What happened?!" Isshin's voice, a fortress of paternal warmth and worry, echoed through the room.
Yuzu's eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and confusion, stood stark against the gentle light. Her voice, usually steady, wavered with a tension that tugged at the heartstrings. "Dad, something's wrong. I hurt myself without meaning to. And earlier, there were these kids, and this boy, they were picking on him, and beating him, and I just, and I just... I can't..." Words tangled in her throat as panic began to wrap its suffocating tendrils around her.
The sound of Yuzu's distress was like an alarm bell for Isshin. With the swiftness of a protective hawk, he bridged the gap between them, wrapping her in a cocoon of warmth and solace. The world around them faded into soft murmurs, with Isshin's voice guiding her out of the storm of panic. "Breathe, Yuzu. Just breathe. It's okay. We'll figure it out together," he whispered into her ear, his voice the epitome of paternal tenderness.
As Yuzu's breathing started to sync with his soothing rhythm, a flicker of realization danced in Isshin's eyes. Could it be? He thought. the spiritual energy coming from Yuzu… With a father's intuition, he gently disengaged from their embrace, taking a moment to center himself and sense the currents of spiritual energy swirling around from within his daughter.
His eyes, previously comforting, now mirrored his internal shock. The saucer-wide orbs stared at Yuzu, searching for confirmation of the unbelievable. "Yuzu," he began, voice laced with awe and a touch of apprehension, "you... you're radiating spiritual energy. It's a lot. How... when did this start?"
Isshin's mind raced, desperately connecting dots. Is it because everything that's happened?, the intense emotions—could they have triggered this latent power? Or is it being separated from Karin done this?
Within Tatsuki's soulscape
In the boundless void of her soul, Tatsuki huddled, a fragile form shrouded in the looming shadows of doubt and despair. Here, in this intangible realm, she was a silent observer to the tumult raging outside, a whispering ghost in the theater of her own existence.
Swathed in vulnerability, the chains of inferiority coiled around her spirit. The metallic taste of frustration brewed in the confines of her mouth, teeth gritting, forging silent promises in the crucible of her agony. Each sigh echoed through the void like a melancholy tune, weaving tales of battle and torment.
Memories then flooded the darkness, shimmering pools of light rippling through the void. Echoes of her Sensei's voice reverberated, weaving threads of warmth and solace, "Tatsuki, remember the strength you have. Not only are you a warrior at heart but you have an indomitable spirit, needing neither parents nor friends as crutches. In the depths of despair, let the fire that burns in your heart be the beacon that guides you in times of uncertainty and weakness."
His words kindled the dormant embers within her, a flickering flame struggling against the darkness. His words embraced her, a brother-in-arms' tribute to her unwavering fortress of tenacity. His admiration, a hallowed gift, fortified her with the enduring strength and unspoken understandings.
Ichigo's voice breathed warmth into the cold expanse, reigniting a faded, smoldering fire in her chest. His words were woven with threads of admiration and resilience, a tapestry of shared strengths and forged bonds. "Tatsuki, if it wasn't for you, I don't know how I'd be here today. It was your strength that I admired, in a way you gave me strength and I was able to find the courage to keep going even after my mother's death," he had once said.
A single tear, a molten droplet of her hidden vulnerability, escaped, trailing down her cheek. It was a silent herald of the storm that stirred within, emotions mingling like turbulent winds. With memories of Orihime interweaving through her thoughts, Tatsuki felt a surge of defiant warmth. Orihime's words, a delicate yet potent vow, echoed in her mind. "Tatsuki, promise me that what ever happens in the Soul Society, that we will both make it back here safe and sound, and if we ever get separated — to promise to be strong and find each other again."
Touched by these echoes from the past, Tatsuki felt a maelstrom of determination unfurl within her, winds of resolve tearing at the shadows that sought to shackle her spirit. Rising, each movement seemed to reverberate through the void, stirring the stagnant air with whispers of renewed vigour.
Her voice, a soft murmur in the desolation, rippled through the void, carrying a resonance of resolve. Her silhouette shimmered with a gathering tempest of power, spiritual energy winding around her like protective serpents, illuminating her in the heart of the abyss. "I promised," her voice resounded, each word a pledge forged in the crucible of her spirit. "I promised her I will make it out of this alive. That I will come out strong and safe, and to that end..." she trailed off and with a burst of her determination it cut through her soul like a knife to butter.
With Tatsuki's possessed body in the Seireitei
In the throes of an inner battle, Tatsuki came to an abrupt halt, every muscle tensing in evident torment. Her raven-black eyes, usually so resolute, widened, reflecting a torrent of pain. Fingers knotted in despair, she clutched the sides of her head, each touch searing, as if trying to silence the raging tempest within her.
The anguish in her voice broke free, piercing the surrounding silence, "You're fighting me?!"
From deep within the labyrinth of her psyche, the core, the undiluted essence of Tatsuki resonated. Her voice, not just an audible cry but a powerful force, surged forth, quaking the very foundation of the entity possessing her. You've overstayed, you've done enough and I've seen what you mean, and now I want my damn body back!
With a snarl that mirrored her internal turmoil, the possessed Tatsuki retorted, voice dripping with venomous sarcasm, "Handing over the wheel to you? We're dead if I do that, you stupid fool!"
But the real Tatsuki's response was a roar, a tsunami of emotion and conviction. Give it back now! This body is mine, and mine alone! and I refuse to let myself die here and I refuse to let you fight my battles! As her defiance crescendoed, it transitioned to a more tender plea, the notes softening, carrying a hint of desperation and trust, I can handle this. Just trust me.
Annoyance flitted across the possessed Tatsuki's face, her grip on the body weakening. "Fine," she hissed with a final defiant click of her teeth, "Prove you're worthy of being in control."
Closing her eyes, the overt signs of possession - the darkened horns and the abyssal depths of her eyes, began to recede. As if the dark shadows were being chased away by the dawn's first light, the normalcy of her white sclera and warm brown irises began to reclaim their territory.
Now firmly in the driver's seat of her own body, Tatsuki felt the familiar thrum of her power, albeit more potent than before. She exhaled deeply, a gust of wind carrying away the weight of her battle, leaving behind a sense of hard-won tranquility.
Ugh that hurt, a lot, Pain crescendoed through Hikari's body, a litter of aches and bruises playing in each muscle, each tendon. He found himself an unwilling guest in a crater's embrace, the aftermath of a blast that had humbled his spirit. Gritting his teeth, a soft sigh escaped his lips, carrying whispers of regret, "Perhaps some seriousness wouldn't hurt time to time. I misjudged this weird girl, her strength is crazy as it is a mystery."
Summoning the vestiges of his strength, he extricated himself from the cold, unyielding grasp of the shattered wall. He rose, a warrior painted in shades of pain and perseverance. Each step was a tale of limping resilience, the narrative of his body still weaving stories of recovery.
Eyes, clouded with confusion, lifted to meet Tatsuki's form. An unexpected transformation greeted him. Her once dark and formidable aura seemed washed away, replaced by something more familiar yet subtly altered. A fog of bewilderment clouded his mind. "Just what is even going on," he mused silently, questions darting through his mind like swift sparrows.
Breaking the silence, his voice, woven with threads of curiosity and surprise, filled the air, "What just happened there? One moment you're you the next you're some blood thirsty psychopath."
Her eyes met his, the windows to a soul that had battled darkness and emerged, scathed yet undefeated. "Consider it an intermission," Tatsuki's voice reverberated, echoing with the returning essence of her true self. Her face blushed slightly at being called a psychopath, she felt embarrassed by the way her tenant portrayed her. "But here I am, and I'm ready to finish our fight, just you and me."
Brushing aside the tapestry of confusion, Hikari adorned himself in the armor of readiness. Dust and resolve mingled as he cleansed himself of the battle's remnants. Grasping his sword with renewed vigor, he held it in a reverent reverse grip – a guardian ready to unveil its fury. The horizon approaching set a warm gleam that reflected off of the blade from the rising sun. "Very well," his voice unfurled, echoing through the area, "No more underestimations. Brace yourself for the power of my blade!"
His spiritual pressure pulsed, he narrowed his eyes and his tone dropped to a serious low octave, "Ripple and reform, Kinzoku Kaieki!"
Japanese translations to know:
(黒い魂爆弾) Kuroi Tamashī Bakudan: Dark Soul Bomb
(魔界脚衝) Makai Kyakushō - Demonic Realm Leg Thrust
(金属海響) Kinzoku Kaieki - Ocean of Metal
(赤火砲) Hadō number 31. Shakkahō - Red Flame Cannon