The clan symbol is on the buckle of her belt and additionally on the shoulder of her right arm. She stands at 5'4 and weighs in average for her size. Her Typical Garb both in and out of combat can be seen below.

Hiakarui stands at 6 feet and weighs 203 lbs.
Calm Contemplation
Hidden Mischief
The Sun's Relief

As described in the base ability, this technique allows Azami to dominate and absorb reishi into his zanpakuto’s shikai state, and eventually bankai state. However, there is much more to this technique. When coupled with Mukei keishiki and also due to the physical modifications that Azami has made to his own body, this ability allows him to actually cause reishi to generate, and contain, a relatively small amount of reiryoku per reishi particle. However, when these particles are gathered en mass, which they happen to be in this case, they end up having a fairly potent amount of reiryoku, an amount that rises every moment his shikai is active. This, along with the two tonal frequencies emitted by his zanpakuto, allow him to freely manipulate the reishi his zanpakuto dominates as well as its linked reiryoku, even allowing him to generate limited amounts of reiatsu from the allotted reiryoku.

In essence this means that he can fortify and alter, to an extent, the structural integrity and general strength, not to mention durability, of the reishi particles under his jurisdiction. In shikai this merely allows him to alter how durable and resilient his reishi is, as well as activating the offensive and defensive portions of Den’i kessei-ka. It should be noted that this technique is a constant drain on Azami’s reiryoku, though the drain is relatively small, reminiscent of a quincy’s reiryoku drain when gathering reishi.

Lastly, Narihibiku kōwa’s ability to destabilize, and thus destroy, the bonds of pre-established reishi structures can only be activated via physical contact, as noted. However, the less time contact is maintained, the less reishi is taken from the structure. In shikai, Azami cannot control which reishi particles of a structure, or area, his zanpakuto dominates, but in bankai he can manipulate such with fair ease. This process is much slower than the passive capability, but has a larger yield of reishi and reiryoku when carried out entirely. Destabilizing, dominating, and absorbing the reishi/reiryoku that makes up something the size of a 2x2x2 cube would take around 3 minutes in shikai, but half that in bankai.

This technique is primarily capable of forming blades, similar to ‘hidden blades’ but of varying length and width, as well as shields and projectiles from the armor. Azami often refers to these as ‘projections’ and they are the primary combat application of his zanpakuto. These blades exit around 3 inches down the forearm from the elbow and can extend up to four feet out parallel to the his arm(s). The ‘potential’ for these blades is released when Azami runs his middle and pointer finger from the center of his forearm (bottom) towards his wrist. This action must be done only once. Retracting and extending the blade(s) following this action is a matter of his will.

Moving on from the blade, Den’i kessei-ka is capable of projecting a shields

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She stands at 5'8 and weighs 140 lbs.
Light Smirk
Concealed Rage

Names & Nicknames: Casana G(uile). Lecor; Guil, Vagrant.
Title: The Glorified Guillotine; The Vagrant Arcana; The Beastial Beheader; The Heathen Arcana; The Tempted Tigress.
Nationality: English.
Gender: Female.
Height: 5’10.
Weight: 142 Ibs.
Age: 26.
Appearance:
With a strange feline grace to her aptly revealed form, Casana is a woman of little refinement and incredible tastes. She possesses the face of a tigress, brutal, demanding, and strangely elegant. Her eyes have bags beneath them which are subtly hidden by her eyeliner which is put on to look as a blackened shadow on her face. Though her eyes may appear dark, they are a dulled emerald green with a strange quality to glow with a speckled golden hue as if gold dust dwells in her eyes. Going down she has an average neck and a slim build with toned, incredibly sleek muscles. Her skin is mostly well kept but appears to be rough around her shins and forearms from slight abrasion. This is likely due to the bracers she wears on those two spots. These bracers cover most of her outer forearm and shins and are typically very enchanting pieces of work –just like the arcane wearing them- and are of a read coloration with a golden cross embellished on their form. The ones on her shins are conversely all golden in coloration and have black crosses.

Now, unlike most of her family, this particular Lecor reveals much of herself to the world and only covers herself when she deems necessary. Covering her moderately ample bosom is a hardened leather shirt with soft padding beneath its tanned form. Even this measure of clothing goes down only to an inch or so above her pierced belly button. Going further down we complete her honed hourglass visage and reveal her red and gold belt with crest of her family –a vicious prowling tiger with the talons of a hawk- which holds up a black plaited skirt going down to just above her kneecaps. Unlike her chest, Casana’s hips are not very accentuated but are still enough to catch the eye with their tantalizing sway. Not only this, but her shoulders as well are adorned with the red and gold armoring, though they are not as protective as say, a cuirass. Part of her lower thighs are protected by the identically colored armor and do assist in her protection. Returning to below the waist we find that she wears leggings, though they are cut so as to not touch the inner thigh but circle up and attach to whatever she chooses to wear within the darkness of her plaited black skirt. To finish off the effect are black, pointed tip and rather smooth, foot-ware made of a partially hardened metal with inner padding and coverings for the feet. Last of course, and standard issue, would be her white, though entirely clashing with the rest of her, cloak. Everything else can be ordained from whatever reference you choose to set your eyes upon.

Last of all, the bracer on her left hand has 2 small chains linked to the side facing the wrist, these chains move forwards up to her gloved hand which has many, small, interlocking plates that allow complete freedom of movement. The guantlet/glove that is on her hand however does not go past the first knuckle of her middle finger and the same goes for the two fingers that lay on either side of it. Instead, the chain's three rings go around these fingers. The biggest one, and middle one, goes around the middle finger and holds there as a ring, while the other two rest on the fingers next to their elder brother. All three act as rings on her fingers and where one would think t find more chain...they strangely, but is all as it appears? Is she maybe more strategist than drunken lunatic, call her a 'floozy' and find out.

Personality: An unrefined woman with an intense gaze of emerald green and picture frame of luscious brown strands, Casana is a fierce tigress of a woman with a sharp temper and an addiction to the finer things. Despite being an arcana she is known to often jab at her fellow man and even be outright insulting. However, do not take this as hatred or dislike; Casana is often drunk to varying degrees and is generally known to not give a flying fuck about manners. Despite her general nature she can be pleasant if she so chooses, it’s just getting the vagrant to do so that’s a pain. In battle she is likely less refined than the average arcana and their ilk. For those who have seen and not been the unlucky individual against her it is known that a kind of grace appears in her fighting form despite the apparently unrefined nature of her combat style.

She is brutal and actually masochistic in battle and just loves it when her prey strikes back. She has the tendency to show a more sinful side of herself the more battle crazed and intoxicated she becomes. Strangely, though she is masochistic, she is not a sadist by nature, and despite her nurturing she never became one and defiantly denies to ever do so. Even to the Asylum’s she so graciously ushers to the more hellion realms she is not overtly cruel. Now do not take it into mind that she has problems harming an individual, or downright insulting their very existence for that matter, it is simply that harm is not something she believes normal, pleasant people should have to endure. At heart, somewhere deep deep below the alcohol and violent tendency, is a kind woman with a complex to help rather than hinder or hurt. In short, she is a healer turned bloodlusting mercenary with a stark love of the more sinful aspects of life. It is only her constant praise to the lord and reproach for her sins that keeps her as a supposedly righteous individual. Last it should be noted that normally she has little to no temper…but the problem is she is an angry drunk so unless you can stop her from taking a swig from her ever present wine, brandy, or rum…good fucking luck. Other Notable things Fool\'\s gold n\'\ false idols


History: Unlike most of the holy families of the arcane, the Lecor family is a strange one. Strictly religious, but of a different sect of Christianity than their arcane kin, the Lecor family are known for their sadism and cruelty in battle. Their crest is that of a prowling tiger with vicious teeth and saber-like talons. Her mother, Aresta Setina Lecor, was once a kind woman, despite her upraising, and when Casana was born, taking her great great grand mother’s name, and her grandfathers middle name, Aresta continued to cherish her third child even after she discovered her more arcane attributes. It was only when the playful use of her abilities caused her to kill her father, Matel Gion Lecor, that her mother became a sullen little bitch and her streak of sadism finally manifested itself.

The still 6-year-old girl that Casana had once been, was forced day in and day out through torturous routines of training and…other unfortunate activities. Her mind sullied and twisted by the wiles and will of her darker mother the girl attempted in a last stand to defy the tyrants rule. She did not become a sadist, she would never enjoy inflicting pain, she would not become her mother! Aresta, upon discovering her daughters activities, the girl still only at the ripe age of 15, punished her and lashed out with a violence forbidden in an attempt to murder the young arcana. It was only the broken shard of a glass in her hand, enchanted by instinct that saved her life and ceased her mothers’ tyranny. The shard lengthened and stabbed directly into the woman’s shoulder, missing a lung by only a single inch, humbled the woman through sheer fear of her daughter’s capabilities.

The torture ceased and the training did too, no discipline could be wrought any more by the woman, and with the ruined muscles of her shoulder, she could never raise her hand to harm again. Casana, even through all that time grieved her father and despite her effort to resist the cruel sadist that was her tyrannical mother, she developed first a dull hint of masochism. Through her teenage years, from 16-19, she became increasingly more pleased by any pains inflicted upon her and learned to accept and make strength her body’s strange flaw. To this day, she has never regretted anything of her past, with the sole exclusion being the father she lost so early, too early, that crushed collapsed her very world upon her. Now, the days of her adulthood, she has honed her skills to a subtle, but strangely jagged, point and made due with all she could.

Her father dead, her mother silently mourning the loss of her own strength, and a daughter risen above both, this is The Heathen Arcana. The days that follow, she only seeks to right her wrongs by spilling the blood of her lord’s sinners onto the ground as well as her own in repentance to the dishonor she has brought to his name. The Heathen, wishes only forgiveness for what she has done…and what, she knows she will do. Do you dare stop her from simply seeking salvation; From seeking forgiveness? I would not advise it, if you are wise…then you as well should not struggle, for struggle -as she knows well- only brings more pain. And for you pain is no luxury, her however, she is a different matter all together.

Basic Arcana Powers

Enhance: Her weakest link in regards to her three Arcane magics, Enhance allows Casana to increase her speed, strength, flexibility, durability, and endurance together or individually as long as she has arcane magic to do so. She can also increase the durability of objects that she is in contact with, which works in tangent with her Enchantment ability. Nonetheless, this ability is not very well developed meaning that she can only move in explosive bursts of speed and strength, rather than maintaining such continuously. When Enhancing objects she can maintain it for considerably longer, allowing her to make the cloth of her clothing as hard as, say, leather. Using Enhance she can briefly get to speeds that allow her to very briefly disappear in the eyes of a normal human, and in regards to strength she can easily break bones, but not so easily break metal, while she could very likely damage thin stone, or normal wood. It should be noted that the smaller the area she enhances, the more effective the enhancement is, this is due to her own skill level, rather than the limitations of the technique itself.

Note: For her speed bursts she moves at roughly 559 mph aka 250 Meters per second. She can only do three bursts consecutively at this speed.

Enchantment: Extremely able in this area of her Arcane abilities, Enchantment allows her to lengthen, widen, expand, and generally alter the distribution of any non-living object's mass/shape. However, this ability cannot change the base shape of the object, meaning that a long rod will only become wider or longer, but its overall shape will, more or less, remain the same. Casana can use this ability to great effect, but can only do so to things that are in contact with her arcane energy, or her body. Due to her level of skill the change in the effected object's form may happen almost instantaneously to the untrained eye. However, the larger, more foreign, the object, and the more complex the change the longer it will take. Nonetheless, these changes still tend to take, at most, a minute or so.

Negation: An ability allowing her to expel arcane energy, Negation usually weakens other magic and has a sort of "burn" effect on material it is exposed to, particularly flesh. The energy to negate someone else's spell is roughly the same as the amount of energy in the spell, unless specific techniques are utilized. Casana is capable of applying negation to her weapons to augment them and can release blasts of it should she choose to.

Arcane Weapon
Chained Rings-(The Grim: Quillotine)- Concealed simply on her left hand as chained rings this arcane weapon Is far more of a force to be reckoned with than most would initially believe. The Grim: Quillotine is an incredibly versatile weapon by itself, but when applied and enchanted by her Arcane specialties it becomes a force as undeniable as gravity itself. When unhooked from the half-gauntlet of her left hand and the rings taken from her fingers it is capable of becoming a plethora of combinations that have often become Increasingly hard to name and following through even the span of seconds. In Its normal form of a bladed chain she has the tendency of extending and shrinking the whole chain respectively as well as lengthening and shortening the blades on its form which makes it Increasingly difficult to defend against.

What are seen below are the five primary "states" of her weapon, but it should be known that Casana is capable of achieving a great many others utilizing her enchantment.

Her three core abilities, the skills below are the very fulcrum of her fighting style, allowing her a great deal of versatility with most any implement, though her favored tools are her armor and weapon of choice: The Grim Quillotine.

Enhance: Her weakest link in regards to her three core abilities, Enhance allows Casana to increase her speed, strength, flexibility, durability, and endurance together or individually as long as she has reiryoku to do so. She can also increase the durability of objects that she is in contact with, which works in tangent with her Enchant ability. Nonetheless, this ability is not very well developed meaning that she can only move in explosive bursts of speed and strength, rather than maintaining such continuously. When Enhancing objects she can maintain it for considerably longer, allowing her to make the cloth of her clothing as hard as, say, leather. Using Enhance she can briefly get to speeds that allow her to disappear from sight, and in regards to strength she can easily break bones, but not so easily break metal, while she certainly damage thin stone. It should be noted that the smaller the area she enhances, the more effective the enhancement is, this is due to her own skill level, rather than the limitations of the technique itself.

Enchant: Extremely able in the use of this core ability, Enchantment allows her to lengthen, widen, expand, and generally alter the distribution of any non-living object's mass/shape. However, this ability cannot change the base shape of the object, meaning that a long rod will only become wider or longer, but its overall shape will, more or less, remain the same. Casana can use this ability to great effect, but can only do so to things that are in contact with her reiryoku, or her body. Due to her level of skill the change in the effected object's form may happen almost instantaneously to the untrained eye. However, the larger, more foreign, the object, and the more complex the change the longer it will take. Nonetheless, these changes still tend to take, at most, a minute or so.

Negation: An ability allowing her to expel her reiryoku violently, Negation usually weakens other reiryoku-based abilities and has a sort of "burn" effect on material it is exposed to, particularly flesh. The reiryoku necessary to negate someone else's spell is roughly the same as the amount of energy in the ability, unless specific techniques are utilized. Casana is capable of applying negation to her weapons to augment them and can release blasts of it should she choose to.

State of the Impala: Extending the link at either end of the Impala and shrinking down all behind and then widening them so that they become trapped in a linear state and easily held, almost like the handle of a sword, she then extends the straight and pointed end creating a blade from the links. The blade is of course double edged with a deadly tip and the ability to quickly lengthen and partially shrink its handle back into chain form so as to swing in deadly arcs. This is likely the weapons that has given her the title 'The Beastial Beheader'.

State of the Ouroboros: By shrinking down either side of the chain and quickly wrapping the rest of it around the two smaller rings she expands the rings size creating 3 chakrams which are linked together by the chain which can easily cut, since she thins its edges to a point. This is one of her lesser-used weapons and is equally capable of lengthening its chain and lashing out suddenly with an explosive burst of arcane speed.

State of the Chimera: Using all of the bladed sections of the ring she elongates all the blades simultaneously and widens the two outer rings into chakrams which remained linked to the now empowered blade links. The middle ring remain, thickens, and widens to become something that a hand can easily hold; She tends to quickly shift both or one of the outer rings at various times in order to hold and release them as weapons or handles respectively.

State of the Quillotine: Utilizing the middle ring she widens it into a bracelet and then tightens it around her right wrist. She then widens the two smaller rings and puts those around her pointer and index finger, once this is achieved she uses the same application of the blade links as she did with ’State of the Impala’ after she wraps the blade links around her fingers and angles their points forwards. This means that she gains a weapon that can either augment her own punches or suddenly extend into a plethora of elongated blades. She has to be careful with this application of her weapon lest she stab herself with the blades, additionally the small portion of the blade links do in fact dig into her flesh somewhat which only serves to stabilize them and amplify her battle craze and thus the intensity of her gluttonous guzzling. Overall this gives her a strange thrill and potentially an exponential boost in fighting intensity as well as a deadly weapon capable of easily skewering her prey.

State of the Tigress: Sometimes referred to simply as ‘The Claws’, the State of the Tigress is probably one of her arcane weapon’s most trademark of forms and has gained her the title ’The Tempted Tigress’. This begins with her moving the center ring behind her body and then getting the two outer rings each around one of her wrists. After this, by making the chain links large enough to fit snuggly around her fingers, she is capable of forming bladed edges pointing upwards from the back of her fingers and downwards from the inside. Additionally there is always one link dug into the space between the furthest part of the fingernail and her knuckle. This final link, one on each finger of each hand, allows its bladed section to elongate into curved claws giving her a fabulous set of 10 curved, tearing extremities on her hands. This is by far her favorite out of her Grim States but is still the most seldom seen as it damages her hands, despite regeneration from enhance, and is also difficult to activate due to the complex positioning.

History: Cere, Vikiel what a story what a long tedious sorrow filled life-yeah he's strong but trust me it wasn't easy getting there. So let me tell you just how much effort, time, and trials it took him to get where he is now. So I'll start as some of the most famed stories do: "A long long time ago" during an era of chaos when the Gotei 13 was still fully establishing itself a boy was born. A boy not of the spirit but of the human world and this is where Cere's story begins.

When Cere was born he did not have it easy and his mother had it worse for she died in child birth, his stepfather aka his mothers 2nd husband however was alive and took him in feeling obligated to his dead wife. However he was not a very good father for he had fallen into an intense grief when Cere was only 3. Who he had thought as his father began drinking heavely and slowly became more and more violent and heavy a drinker. His father one day in one of his drunken fits was trashing their living room when Cere entered to ask him for a drink. His "father" turned to him and saw him only as another receptacle for his anger and beat the 3-year old senseless. Luckily for Cere the neighbors called the police because of the disturbing screams they heard coming from the Hikle(the last name of his step-father) household. The police came and knocked on the door but no answer came so they were forced to break down the door only to find that the father was laying on the coach with slits in his throat having killed himself after being driven insane by his grief.

The police also found Cere beaten and bruised with heavy injuries, in fact they rushed him to a hospital but by the time they got there he had died. They tried to resuscitate him but it was unsuccessful and he passed on at the ripe young of 3. However his troubles were far from over for now he was a plus and was stuck wandering around the world. In fact he didn't even realize that he was dead and he tried to talk to those of the living who he could still see. Of course none responded until one an old lady-an ancient lady could see him. She beckoned to him and fearfully he approached her but after several minutes he went to her and the 2 walked back to the old lady's house. Cere later discovered that the lady's name was "Miarna" and was actually an outcast from a place she called "soul society".

Cere listened on with intense interest and by the time she finished her story he was amazed by the old women who was actually something she called a "soul reaper". She told him she saw a spark in him that she had had when she was much younger. It stirred in her memories of her youth for now she was over 1000 years old and her former powers as a soul reaper had almost disappear from not being used for so long. However this boy who had a similar spark that she had caused her to reawaken inside powers long forgotten. So in a way she "raised" the boy(or rather his soul) with both strict discipline and soft love balancing it out as best she could. She soon found that despite the boy being dead he could move things with his energy which she called "reiatsu". Cere was fascinated with his new found abilities and began to experiment with them.

One day after a long while about 70 years to be exact(he now looked 7) he was experimenting with his powers in a park. His so called "Reiatsu" however drew the attention of 2 nearby hollows who in turn headed for the source of powerful energy. Miarna who had went to the store arrived to find a hollow attacking Cere and she jumped in its path. The hollow bite her entire middle and as she died from the fatal wound she looked to her adopted son with teared eyes, a smile, and these words "don't take the same path as I did" at this she died and the hollow devoured both her gigai and her soul completely. The other hollow however became enraged and ate the 1st hollow after which it turned its attention to cere with hungry eyes. Cere saw the look but instead of feeling fear for the humongous frightful hollow he felt anger welling up from his very core. The hollow attacked but its hand was slammed to the ground(keep in mind these are weak hollows) followed by its body which was being pushed down by a tremendous spiritual pressure. Cere's anger had burst from his core and spread out crushing all around him....including the hollow. Of course after this feat his courage waned and he ran away from the creature before it could recover.

He was not successful in his flight for his reiatsu was to obvious and he was constantly hunted by the hollows. He endured this for 20 more years upon which he now looked 10, finally at this age he was able to gain some semblance of control over his powers and could finally defend himself when he came upon the creatures called "hollows". After another 10 years(he's 11 at this point) he was swarmed by a sum of 20 hollows who had met up and made a pact(they were more like grandfisher level so they had some intelligence) to kill the boy and split him up between them. So the hollows all attacked Cere at once, Cere was able to hold them off for a while but he soon began to tire from over using his powers. Of course once again lady luck smiled on him and several black clad figures appeared before him and slayed the 20 infernal beasts.

The figures were shinigami and he only recognized what they were from what Miarna had told him in the past. The 3 shinigami turned to each other 1 nodded at the others and 2 of them left him with Cere. The shinigami turned back to cere and the boy noticed that the shinigami was wearing a strange badge of some sort around his arm-he was a lieutenant. Cere of course did not know this and just stared up at the shinigami's gleaming blade. After a short explanation from the shinigami about what he was going to do and where Cere would end up he used his blade to preform soul burial on him, finally sending him from the world of the living.
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Several moments later Cere arrived in soul society in the zaraki district--yes that's right the absolute worst place he could have gone. It seemed lady luck only shined on him in his time of most need. Cere wandered around the place for days until he became extremely hungry and approached one of the men in the district who had a couple pieces of bread with him. Cere begged the man for some bread but was unsuccessful and ended up being beat down by the same man for even bothering him. However the man was surprised as he glanced back to see the boy he had so thoroughly beat stand back up looking defiant.
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The 1st Encounter:

*The man turned completely back around to look at the beat up boy with a cruel smile*what's yer name boy*he called back to Cere as he looked at him with a smirk*

*Cere just stared at him defiantly and wiped some blood and dirt from his face. He felt his anger rising again and didn't completely understand why the man wouldn't give him a small piece of the bread. However no matter what the man would do he would not walk away without some food for he knew that in this place survival of the fittest was the only rule there was*

*the man sneered at the boy*tch you ask for bread and won't even give me something in exchang let alone your own name. Fool!!*he said with annoyance and then walked towards the boy at a fast pace. When he reached Cere he punched him so hard that he went flying into the wall of a shop. The man then saw that Cere still stood back up despite the pain, at this he ran over and kicked Cere several times*

*Cere fell to the ground in pain but endured it whilst he felt his anger rise again and again with every painful strike to his body. He knew soon that he would not be able to contain the anger*

*the man however was ignorant to any of this and simply kept beating Cere down whilst yelling dow at him with annoyance and contempt*Pathetic boy. Your rude and you make a look of defiance to ME!! the very one who you seek to gain food from*he spits on Cere as he kicks him in the side*you sicken me, your worse then a goddamn hollow*at this the man turned away from the beaten boy and began walking away*

*As Cere heard the mans words and felt the hits it reminded him of 2 events. 1.) The way his father had treated him and 2.) the hollow that had killed Miarna. The words were the final straw needed to light his inner fire and he stood. As he stood and looked at the man his reiatsu suddenly flared as his anger and released emotions erupted from his small body. The man's eyes widened as he was pushed towards the ground but was barely able to withstand it and stay standing. The man looked over his shoulder at the boy-Cere and saw that there was Reiatsu radiating off of the boys body and that wind was picking up and swirling in places. Cere had an angry and determined look in his eyes as he stared down the man. Now he finally spoke*my names Cere. Cere, Vikiel and I want some bread!*he said intensely despite his small stature and young age. The man's eyes widened in anger and he turned and ran towards Cere with a burst of adrenaline. However it didnt last for the as soon as the man came within a foot of Cere he collapsed at the boys feet spilling the bread onto the ground*

*Cere looked at the man and picked up the bread and left looking irritated and from that day on most left him alone due to the display he had made of the local "BA" of the area*
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When Cere needed food he would always go to the so called "wrong people" and would end up fighting them for the food so with this through out his next 70 years(making him look 18) he gained remarkable fighting skills. He learned quickly through each battle but even with his strength he was still left with both scars of the flesh and mind. Also because of how infamous he became he couldn't gain a single wink of sleep because people who wanted to make a name for themselves or were just violent always clustered to him to kill or defeat him. Cere began to hate power and for a time he refrained from using his and instead developed his abilities with the blade for he had found a weapon when he defeated one of his opponents who had wielded a blade. The man who had wielded it however had not been very skilled which was why he had lost to Cere in the 1st place. However Cere hating death did not kill the man just as he did not kill any of his adversaries.

So for the next 10 years(he now looks 19) he instead used the blade to fight. He became proficient with the blade and felt stronger with it. However one day he witnessed something truly amazing. He saw a shinigami fighting another man within the rukongai and the 2's reiatsu had literally pinned Cere to the ground(heheheh guess who the 2 were). As he looked up at the 2 he noticed that there was a 3rd party a women with a staff that seemed to have the ability to change its length(hmmmm Moogle who has that ability). After a prolonged battle the man who seemed to be the better man and the women appeared to kill the other man. The mans body fell to the earth and slammed into a building destroying it and covering the body in rubble. The other man and the women with the staff left and Cere was finally able to stand but upon doing so he felt something...Something dark. The same reiatsu that had been fighting above him for the past battle, the reiatsu of the man who had slammed into the ground. He was not dead and the rubble blasting away from his body proved it. The man saw Cere and looked at him hungrily, Cere felt his reiatsu and then his body itself being absorbed by the man. After a minute he passed out thinking that he was dead. However when he came to he was laying down in an endless sky with no earth anywhere in sight. For in fact he had not came to he had entered his inner world.
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His Inner World and the mans name:

*Cere did not feel any pressure here but he did feel wind for it was everywhere swirling around him. As well as the wind he felt and saw power for within the wind was a nearly invisible grayish green reiatsu swirling around constantly changing and shifting forms. Then something solidified to some extent. However almost no physical form presented itself..only 2 glowing grayish green eyes formed as the sky darkened. Cere looked at them as they stared through him as if he was not even there. Then a voice sounded booming around him from everywhere*

?: Why do you enter my realm soul?*the voice said speaking to Cere*

Cere: I-I dont know

?:You dont know!! how pitiful it seems as if you need assistance lest you die*it 1st sounds angry but then its mood switches to one of slight concern*

Cere: Yes...I think. Can you help me?*he asked with a hopeful look in his eyes as he stared at the green eyes*

?: Yes...I can but you must make a contract with me*it said now in a bored tone as its moods shifted like the wind that it was*

Cere: A contract? what must i do to sign it?

?: Give me your name*it said to him as if felt he was the absolutely stupidest thing in the universe*and I shall protect you.

Cere: *he nodded vigorously and then spoke*I am Cere. Cere, Vikiel*he said with minimal confidence to the thing*

?:NOT GOOD ENOUGH!*it yelled with anger*

*Cere stumbled and fell back and away from the thing but then regained his resolve and looked at the thing defiantly*It better be Spirit. My name is CERE. CERE VIKIEL. I am your master!! obey me*at this the wind picked up and whipped him off his feet again and to the ground however the eyes glimmered and a laugh was heard*

?: hahahahahaah. Good enough boy*then the eyes blinked out of existence*

*Cere as well opened his eyes which had turned from brown to green. As he opened his eyes he saw his reiatsu being sucked from him and a blast of wind fired from his body knocking the man aside. The man looked at him viciously but smiled for he saw that the boy was now unable to move. The man approached Cere and when he got to him he looked down at him and spoke as he took up a piece of his broken blade*I will not kill you then. But remember my name and fear it for the rest of your weak existence*at this he cut Cere across the face deeply sure to leave a scar and as he did said his name*Tenebrae*at that he disappeared using immense speed and leaving Cere there weakened where he collapsed unconscious*
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The Soul Academy and the start of his real troubles:

*Later on Cere woke up in a room-a nice room-a clean well kept room with a women tending his wound very close to his face. He wanted to move, to say something but couldn't for the beauty of the women appalled him. She was flawless, perfect, a jewel in his world of pain and violence. The women noticed he was awake and staring at her and smiled as she drew back and looked down at him*hello sleepy head*she said with a warm kind smiled which again moved him to his core and stirred something he had locked deep inside him*

Where am I?..*he asked her trying to sit up but found he couldn't. He then looked to her*...and who are you?*She smiled at him feeling that she might have stirred something*this is the soul academy and I am Ainara one of the nurses here*she said with her perfectly smooth just high enough feminine tone. Cere couldn't help but smile*the soul academy? why am I here?*he asked a bit perplexed*oh so many questions after just waking up after 3 days" She replied a bit teasingly. Cere just stared for a moment and then looked away embarrassed. She giggled quietly and then stood*well if you need anything just call I'll be nearby*she smiled at him as he looked back at her as she left. As she exited the room he sighed a bit and then ran over what he knew of the Soul Academy from Miarna. "hmmm well I know that its where shinigami are trained...um I know that only the strong or considerable of strength can enter so..." at that last thought a realization dawned on him, what he thought was revolutionary*am I strong then*he said out loud accidentally and as he did a man walked in. The man looked about his age and was wearing what Cere assumed was the traditional outfit of the students of the academy for he had saw a couple others walk past his door wearing the same outfit*

*the man smiled at him and looked him over once*heh got in a rough fight?*he asked jokingly*good thing you survived*he had heard Cere's question*as to the strong question. Why yes you are*he said it so simply that it had to be the truth*no wonder you were able to survive in the rukongai so long especially in that district. Yikes*he said with a bit of disgust towards the place. While the man talked Cere observed him looking him over as well trying to gauge the man before him. The man had medium length messy brown hair and a couple scars on his left arm that looked to be self inflicted but not very deep. The man was of average build and was fairly tall he presumed that he was probably a bit taller. He then noticed that the man had not introduced himself and was rudely talking to him*hey*the man stopped talking and replied*

Man: Yes?

Cere: could you at least tell me your name before you start rambling uselessly*he said to the man a bit annoyed which showed on his face*

Man:*he looks a bit sheepish at the comment*oh I'm sorry. Im Zume Tatasuko and you?

Cere: Cere Vikiel*he said a bit less annoyed but finding the man a bit more interesting as he felt his reiatsu level*

Zume: *he nods*well im sorry I've wasted enough of your time. I'll leave you be*he waved and smiled and then exited the room as suddenly as he had entered*
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Cere knew he would see more of this so called "Zume" and he was right for after several days of recovery he signed up to the school and when he arrived at his class he found the man: Zume there. He and Zume bonded like brothers and became great friends over their years in the academy. However there was one thing that got in the way of their friendship and that was a women. Not any women either: Ainara the so called "nurse" who Cere had met when he awoke. Cere and Zume were both in love with her for how could one not be. She was perfect, beautiful, kind, caring, playful and once agan beautiful. The 2 got in many fights over her but finally Zume went to her and confessed before Cere could get the chance. This act tore Cere's trust in Zume away and the 2 slowly drifted apart and became only aquaintances.

Years after the 2 graduated Zume married Ainara and by this time both Zume and Cere were both within a division. Cere the 9th divison as a 3rd seat and Zume as a 3rd seat in the 12th Division. The 2 at this point had a fierce rivalry for Cere could not have Ainara so instead he vied to surpass Zume in all other ways that he could. One day however Cere went too far and challenged Zume to a battle, now normally this would be fine but Cere took it too far lost control. With this Cere was tried with a small sentence and soon returned as an unseated member of the 9th division. This however just made his grudge against zume all the worse and over the years he messed with Zume's life as much as possible.

Then an event happened, the death of Ainara and when Cere found out that it had been Zume's fault because of his sword spirit he attacked Zume in rage. However Zume had expected this and made it look as if Cere did it so when he was found he looked guilty and was sentenced to death however he escaped to the human world and could not be found since. To this day he still holds a huge grudge against Zume.

Harime stands at 5'3 and weighs 125 lbs.
Gigai Appearance
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Giggling merrily as she skipped into the arena, Rēku looked upon the new students at the academy. They were all...Older than her...Why couldn't there just be one, just one, person that was her age? Oh well it didn't matter one way or another. Then there was the arena. What they had prepared outdoors for this wonderfully pointless event was actually quite nice! You had some free pillars, a couple arch ways, it was plain, ordinary, and they even had sand in the pit to make them pretend to feel safer even! Then there was the instructor introducing Rēku and her opponent. It was a normal speech about how they were two of the top students of their class, blah blah, woof woof. He ranted a lot, but it was to be expected. After all the instructors had no other true talent then babbling to students. Rēku jumped up and down waving to the new students still giggling happily though.

Having entered at the same time as her would-be competitor, Harime's cold blue eyes drifted over the crowd, their gaze uncaring even as they returned to the instructor who stood between them. She said nothing, made no movements, 'cept those of her eyes, while she stood there...waiting. She was not what one would call a patient girl, but she was not impatient either. No, she lay somewhere inbetween, always waiting for the right time, or perhaps simply waiting for something worth her time at all. Nothing had appeared yet, and she did not expect to be surprised here, though such might be a nice change from the monotany of the world.

It hardly mattered. Nothing did. After another minute of the instructor's gibbering, her voice cut through his as her cold eyes lay upon him, "May we begin Ousu-san, I tire of waiting." The man turned to meet her eyes, but the moment he did he regretted it and turned away, taking a moment to regain his wits and speak to the crowd, "Without further ado, we shall begin the demonstration. Stay outside the bounds of the arena, we wouldn't want any accidents," his voice lilted joyfully before he used shunpo to exit the area himself.

Safely beyond the boundary he nodded to the two and called out, "You may begin!"

Harime's eyes turned to Rēku, as devoid of interest as they always were. Waiting...watching...judging.

This was her way.

Rēku was already getting more excited than she probably should've, or at least that's probably what everyone was thinking from her overly happy appearance. She wasn't overdoing the whole giggly happy kid routine was she? She shrugged it away in her mind doing a handstand while waiting on the instructor to finally shut up. Seriously, did they really need to rant this freakin' much? Then the other girl cut him off, thank god for that, and he got his boring self out of the way. Rēku finally ended with a cartwheel to stand up straight as the fool finally began the...what was this again...? Bout? Spar? Play? Ummmm...Demonstration! That was it! Rēku giggled once more gripping her zanpakuto's tsuba with two fingers looping through the holes where the floor design was to slowly begin sliding out her best friend excited to wake them. "Let's try and make this good, what do ya say?" She says innocently.

Her head tilting almost imperceptibly to the side, Harime's eyes briefly slid over the girl from top to bottom, then back to her face, looking into the graduate's purple eyes. Her gaze stayed on there, gazing at the eyes whose color was far too royal for the girl whose head they lay within. "That's not up to me," Harime replied dryly, her right hand gracefully drifting to the hilt of her blade, which was held in the sash on the left side of her waist. Her left hand hovered just over the opening of the sheath at her side. After a moment of brief thought, she spoke again, "I hope you're going to stop your foolishness now, and fight, because I'm growing quite...bored."

Rēku frowned like the child she was. "You know...You're not too fun..." Rēku finished pulling out her zanpakuto from its sheath by the tsuba twirling it slowly until after a couple of flips she was holding her zanpakuto horizontally infront of her with her right hand smiling. 'If miss boredom wanted to be so dull then so be it' Rēku slipped her tongue out of the corner of her lip smirking. 'Time to put a smile on her face...' Rēku then continued to lick the blade, tsuba to point. "Careful what you wish for...Devour and create...Ryūshi Tōzoku..." As a result Ryūshi Tōzoku began to glow a bright pinkish-purple color as the blade shrinks down to twenty-seven inches in length the glow dying down but not fading completely. Rēku grins as sparkles of pink and purple light seem to slowly exude from the blade.

"How crass," she mocked boredly as she drew her blade from its sheath, slowly, effortlessly. It was more like the blade was an extension of her body, than a tool for her use. Stepping towards her opponent, Harime began crossing the distance with a kind of elegance not often seen in many her age. One might have said it was a sign of maturity...or perhaps the result of a harsh regiment put in place by the noble house of Kuchiki.

It was the former.

"Rejoice," Harime said with her usual tone, "You are fortunate enough to witness my blade." With her meaning expressed, the girl let the tip of her zanpakuto enter its sheath once more. "Tesselate," with the phrase begun she withdrew the blade from its sheath, reiryoku now attached to its tip, "...Reitō seishin(冷凍精神 'Frozen spirit')." The tip emerged from her sheath and with it a large wisp of reiryoku came into view, its light blue shimmer drifting about the girl, always staying several feet from her form. There was a light shimmering as light was refracted against hundreds of miniscule ice crystals, which drifted down through the air and drapped the young shinigami's clothes, turning them a shade of pure white that one might describe as heavenly in its nature.

Her eyes resting once more on Rēku as she continued forwards, never increasing her pace, but never stopping. There were only three meters left between them. She was silent throughout.

Watching...

...Waiting...

...Judging.

She was a Kuchiki after all, and this girl was but a member of a fallen noble house. She was despicable.

Rēku blinked a couple times. Did this girl want to kill her with boredom? Technically she had a decent shikai release. It looked somewhat nice though she was so ungraceful with the semi-beautiful release. Rēku lowered her blade into the sand letting it slide in and secretely release three blade bits into the ground hidden under the ruse of just sliding it through sand and spinning around and kicking up sand with the blade to get in Harime's eyes as one blade bit launches from the tip towards Harime's left leg to slow down her opponent's movement as Rēku giggles jumping backwards onto her hands then pushing up and landing on her feet hopping back a couple more feet after landing.

The moment the sand was thrust into the air towards her eyes didn't even make her flinch, as immediately each individual granule of sand froze, and as they did the wisp could be seen lazily passing before her form. The crystals of ice then continued to spread from the tiny grains of sand, connecting them in less than two seconds. The ground was touched as well, freezing over somewhat. Harime's eyes glanced down and she hopped upwards and to the side lightly, her clothes fluttering as she did, nearly touching the small wave-like formation of ice. However, rather than her foot truly touch the formation, it touched only hardened air, before pushing off of it and landing on the other side of the ice, where the ground was not frozen. Her head tilted once more as she continued to approach, never ceasing her movement, "Why do you run, Tatasuko?" She queried almost curiously.

As she did so the faintly glowing mist passed behind her, and where the glittering fragments of light fell, the ground froze.

Rēku giggles merrily as she jumps back onto her hands again, and once more also pushes off into the air landing on her feet hopping back another couple yards smiling cheerfully as the blade bit that had gone for Harime's leg before came around and went for her left side to wound her. If it were to come into contact with Harime then instead of a cut they would feel that part of their body ripped away including a millimeter of what isn't touched. "What? You don't like to fight me at a distance like this? Or is it just embarrassing having to exert more effort to beat a mere Tatasuko? Or is it the fact that you'll lose to one because you won't be able to handle my power?" Rēku teased sticking her tongue out tauntingly hoping that this would keep Harime's attention from the blade bit. Secretly the other three blade bits had tunneled to where Rēku stood now but continued backing up step by step as the ground weakens after her as she slowly lures Harime into her trap.

An eyebrow rose at her words, then both lowered, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Surely you jest," she said in a strangely mocking tone, had her eyes not narrowed, one might have thought she was ignoring what the girl had said. Her actions proved otherwise.

Blade raising before her, the ground freezing just behind, the wisp of reiryoku traveled to the tip of her outstretched blade as she drew a delicate line from left to right. Where the wisp passed ice was revealed by its movement, forming a thin sheet of the frigid reishi. "Tachi-mai(裁ち枚 'Cutting sheets')," she proclaimed, the tip of her blade pressing against the center of the ice blade she had created. As she did so, the wisp suddenly darted down towards her own legs, circling around far too close for comfort. She, instinctively, hopped forwards once even as the sheet of ice suddenly flew forwards in a surge of movement, cutting through the air to reach its target. However, the wisp was not quite fast enough and so the tiny blade managed to just barely nick the edge of her leg through her clothes. She gritted her teeth, trying not to show any sign of pain...or weakness, to her adversary.

She didn't like the feeling. She knew the little traitor would laugh, and she hated that even more than the feeling.

"Seishin!" She called out, and immediately the wisp responded, shrinking into a miniscule point and in the same moment vanishing outright. The girl had noticed the tiny blade now as it curved back around to strike her.

Too slow, she raised her blade slightly, but even as she did the wisp suddenly emerged from the opening of her sheath, shooting forwards as it did so, and striking the blade bit head on. In the same movement, Harime had jumped to her diagonally forwards and to the left, so as to distance herself from the bit.

She glanced forwards at Rēku and noticed that the blade appeared measurably shorter than it had been before. Harime's eyes narrowed at that fact and as they did she decided to abandon certain notions in favor of ending this quickly. It wouldn't do to disappoint her father.

Meanwhile the blade bit would find itself buried within the wisp that was Seishin, a physical manifestation of her sword spirit, or at least a partial one. While Seishin could not contest its fellow zanpakuto for long, it managed to slow the shard down for roughly five seconds, before the blade extricated itself, now covered in tiny ice crystals, its form reflecting far more light than before, rendering it considerably more visible than it had been prior. Harime intended to make use of this in the future.

Rēku giggled cheerfully at the sight of her blade bit ripping away part of Harime's flesh. The minute amount of reaction Harime expressed was good enough. "Having a problem over there?" Rēku asked tauntingly. At this point her blade bits inside the ground had made a crescent moat around Rēku and thus were ready to surprise Harime. The blade bits moved in between the two girls underground and began zig zagging in a pattern that would actually look somewhat awe inspiring if it could have been seen preparing to strike at Harime from underground if she tried to come at Rēku and would move to intercept too, though the sad thing for Harime was that if she just stayed still they would also pounce on her. The one above ground had broken free of the wisp. Rēku believed she was beginning to learn a decent amount of Harime's zanpakuto, but she knew better than to assume she knew it fully. The freed blade bit would move to strafe accross Harime's lower back leaving a particle trail all the way to, through, and after it attacked. The tsuba on Rēku's blade had also started to glow though this was more of a blue-purple color which really helped show the flower outlined by the tsuba. As to the troublesome blade coming towards Rēku she simple leaned back down a bridge to watch the blade trail over her head.

She began moving once more, her senses noting the tiny blade beginning to trail towards her once more. She raised her own blade and then pulled her arm backwards somewhat. In the moment that she did, the sheet of ice that had just flown over her adversary had began to drop towards the ground, having lost momentum. However, as she pulled, the particle thin string of frozen reishi connecting the ice to her blade became visible and it came back. The blunt inner edge of the ice sheet would slam into Rēku's back, pulling her forwards if she could do nothing against it.

However, her situation was far more dire than that. With the passing of Tachi-mai was brought the same crystals of ice that ever drifted from the wisp's form. They had already touched the sand leading from where Harime had stood when she'd fired, all the way to where the Tatasuko now stood. The ground froze, but not just on the surface, the ice traveled downwards and as it did, the little Kuchiki became aware of the other blade bits below. Immediately she shifted gears, lunging forwards and away from the blade bit that attempted to clip her back. The ice continued to spread, moving outwards from its formerly two meters wide path, spreading, in seconds, to a width of seven meters, with Harime jumping just over the surface, solidifying an invisible trail of reishi barely a milimeter above the ground. To Rēku this would have been essentially invisible due to the utterly tiny amount of space between foot and ground respectively. The effect would however make it appear almost as if Harime's feet were gliding across the ground, giving a dainty grace to her movements. She was closing the distance fast, but as she did she noted the movement beneath the ice upon, which she ran.

Left, right, whirling upwards were the tiny blades. "Seishin," she beckoned, taking in a deep breath and exerting a small layers of reiryoku upon her clothes and flesh. As the first blade emerged and struck, her blade struck it in kind, hitting it away. She caught the second as well, but the third nearly hit her, before the wisp engulfed it, swept around her and caught the other two as they circled back around. Harime felt a tiny smile, one that would be so subtle as to barely be seen, tug at her lips. The elation of battle had begun to touch her nerves, she couldn't help it. However, she would not be lost in it, this she must never do.

With every moment that passed the crystals of ice propagated, in the sand as well as on Reku's flesh. Soon it would be time.

"Seishin!" She called once more and the wisp, which had briefly circled back to catch the third blade and then flown several meters away to release them, now returned, vanishing, then emerging from her sheath anew.

The last blade bit, in the wake of the three that had attempted to strike her, through the air at her side from behind. She spun on her heel, slashing behind her even as she continued to slide backwards. Her blade struck the tiny shard, and as it did...the shard was sent flying many more meters away than it ought to have been. She continued her momentum, turning on the same heel as if she had been skating on ice, and done a spin as she slashed. She once more faced Reku, the distance almost closed now. It appeared that Harime was serious now.

Rēku had been wanting to test her theories, and she got what she wanted. The ice seemed to become attached to her body, sadly proving her theory right although it seemed to spread faster than she had anticipated. On top of that this lovely little blade of ice coming back towards which was fine. Rēku licked her lips and lifted her zanpakuto as the remaining twenty-three blade bits spark on each other as they fly out in random directions scattering particles in their wake as two interrept and take in the ice blade which seemed to slow a bit, not much, but a bit. This seemed to create a new colored particle, interesting indeed.

This third color seemed to flow out with the other particles, its shade a silvery blue. This could possibly change things for what she was about to do, but she would have to wait and see. The blade bits began to circle Rēku at a quickly growing pace surrounding her as she stands up in an almost tornado like fashion. The rising heat seemed to also slow down the spreading ice upon her which was a plus. "Well it's been fun..." Rēku mused giggling softly. "But I think it's time to wrap this up, after all...We are responsible individuals with duties to get to!" She says clearly teasing and mockingly. As she did this though the blade bits created a tornado of particles flowing around her, and they only seemed to grow in number as the blades spun faster and faster and steam could also be seen from the beat mixing with the ice. "Bankai..." As she spoke the word the particles seemed to start moving differently as the four blade bits near Harime had begun dancing together creating more particles. "Suisei Ryūshi Tōzoku..." Rēku hadn't shown her bankai up until this point, it had been her little secret, but now she wanted everyone to know, wanted people to finally realize that she wasn't just a little kid in the way, Rēku wanted them all to know, that they were the ones in her way. All of the particles in the area that had been created up until that moment that had been floating around seemed to suddenly surge into all of the blade bits closest to them. The ice that had been slowly trying to encase Rēku shattered and quickly evaporated due to the heat and pressure being exerted from Rēku and her zanpakuto. Once all the particles had been absorbed into the blade bits and everyone could see once more, they would finally notice that each blade bit glowed even brighter now. A vibrant pink light shining brightly from each individual blade bit and as they flew there was no longer a stream of particles left in their wake, no. Now they were moving even faster and without any trace at all.

Retreating somewhat as she noted the strange movements of the tiny blades, Harime moved to a distance of 2.5 meters, where she stayed, eyes narrowed slightly. Biting her lip for a brief moment, Harime's eyes darted about for a brief moment before settling once more on her opponent. "I assure you, my duties far outweigh yours, yet here I am, dragged by these imbeciles for a demonstration for the academy," she scoffed, the slightest of annoyance apparent in her voice. Then Reku said that fateful word, one that even she had to admit she was shocked to hear.

Her eyes widened slightly as the the transformation finished, the blade's name stated in its completed form. How, how could this undesirable little bitch have bankai?! Gritting her teeth and exhaling long and slow, Harime did her best to return to the calm in her mind. Letting one's emotions get the best of them was equivalent of weakness...and she was not weak. She refused to be. Turning away from the absurdity of an academy graduate possessing, no, insulting the sanctity of bankai, Harime raised her zanpakuto above her head, its blade vertical in orientation. As she did so, she closed her eyes, took in one more calming breath, and proclaimed, "Hyōmaku(雹幕 'Hail curtain')."

Immediately Seishin gravitated to her blade, whirling about its form with increasing intensity, as it did so, the tiny shards of ice built up, slammed together by the speed and cohesion of their form. Harime's eyes met Reku's just a moment before her blade whipped down to her side and she pushed forwards, Seishin's form having apparently vanished. All that was left behind were what appeared to be a small storm of tiny ice shards that circled her blade. Mindful of their continually growing size, though they grew slower than her normal ice had, Harime held her blade out away from her body.

Then, her ice notifying her of the instability of the ground, Harime pushed off and upwards, flying into the air as she did so and slashing upwards as her body moved in the same direction. Eight glimmering six inch long shards of jagged hail were thrown from the blade as she slashed, each leaving a glimmering trail of ice crystals behind. Harime was done playing with this girl.

Rēku smiled and giggled looking up at Harime lifting her free hand making a fist then lifting one single finger, then moving it from side to side mockingly. One of the blade bits that was now behind Harime but still beneath her and near the ground started coming back towards Rēku and Harime, well they all did--all four of them, but this one stayed near the ground and as Harime tried launching an assault at her angle in the sky a beam launched from the single blade bit intercepting and vaporizing the ice assault leaving no immediate trace of Harime's attempt to strike at Rēku who continued to just smile and giggle at the feeble attempt. "What a fun little game! Are you going to throw more next?" She says with a child-like voice and curiousity some in the audience if they could even hear Rēku might even think it was genuine, hopeful though Harime would pick up on the fact that it was a jab at her futile attempt had been. However, Harime didn't even blink, her gaze unwavering as, almost from thin air, four formations of ice began to form, far more rapidly than normal. Harime pulled the tiny strands that connected them to her blade, channeling her reiryoku into them and sending the four attacks forth.

Pressing reiryoku onto the surface of her feet as she began to fall, Harime made contact with the tiny threads and pushed off of them to soar further into the air. As she ascended she flicked her blade in several directions and with each movement one shard that rotated about her zanpakuto was flung in an apparently random direction, each striking something. Some merely hit the ground, while others careened into the pillars and box-shaped obstacles that were scattered about the field.

As each struck ice erupted from them, covering three meters of space almost instantaneously upon doing so, before the speed at which they spread slowed back to its normal pace. As the last shard was released Seishin once more took form, emerging from her sheath as a wisp. "Be careful what games you play, little girl," Harime retorted before letting herself fall once more, Seishin ever present. However, she had a long way to fall, as through her ministrations she had risen roughly 20 meters into the air.

Rēku frowned pouting Harime really was no fun. It wouldn't be fun if she was careful! Rēku quickly smiled giggling once more. As boring as Harime's personality was, she wasn't half bad to go a few rounds with. In fact Rēku hadn't had this much fun in a long time!

Watching her adversary frown as she fell towards the earth, Harime brought her blade in front of her chest, its alignment horizontal. Placing her hand on the back edge of the blade near the end, Harime spoke, her tone ominous, "Shimo no genzen(霜の厳然 'Grave of frost')." The effect was immediate. Pillars of ice sprung forth from every surface that her ice had touched: The boxes and pillars, the sand, and even some of the space around Reku herself, which had not melted from the release of her bankai. However, what was perhaps most dangerous about the technique was not what you could see, but what you couldn't. With each tiny movement that Seishin made, light refracted and reflected within and between a hundred or so spikes and pillars of pressurized ice. It was like the glare from snow on a sunny day in winter, only far more blinding.

Rēku had to give Harime credit, at least she had a zanpakuto that could create beautiful art since it was apparent that Harime had no true artistic value. The blinding light was not expected nevertheless...a smile came to her face and she licked her lips. "Go ahead, Ryūshi..." Since Ryūshi Tōzoku had already tasted Harime's blood she didn't require Rēku to guide her, in other words she was awake for the hunt. The three blade bits in their small group sped up and kept twisting and intertwining keeping in an almost majestic pattern of flight as they attempted to assault Harime on their own in addition to the blade bit that had been underneath Harime. To top it off three more separated from the tornado of blades which then changed its pattern to keep defending Rēku the best possible way for the number. The assaulting blade bits would then attack Harime, faster, with more agility, they would now slash and burn the opponent wherever they struck instead merely tearing away at their body. The best part? After the first assault was dealt with somehow by the first four the next three would step in, and of course Ryūshi Tōzoku would use her favorite method. Surround, cut them up a bunch, and if Rēku permitted, destroy...And because of the light, Rēku simply closed her eyes still giggling happily at the pure pleasure of the fight.

While Reku was blinded, Harime remained able to see, the light directed in such a way as to not interfere with her own sight. So it was in this way that the young shinigami managed to note that despite Reku's own blindness, her blade appeared to have no trouble tracking her down. Annoying, she thought even as she continued to plummet through the air. She only had two techniques left, and one of them only lasted for three minutes--hardly any time at all.

This would be it.

The tiny blades closed in. She struck at one, using the hit to push herself away in the air, then stepping on one of the nearly invisible threads of ice as she had before and pushing down and off of that to evade another flurry of blades. SHe couldn't do it forever, and she knew she'd never be able to attack if she had to continue defending.

So she tried something.

"Hyōmaku!" She stated, inciting the creation of fourteen shards of ice, all orbiting her blade. Using several threads and a twist of her blade, she entered a spin, slashing her blade out in all directions at once. As she did so, the shards flew about, each adjusted by a slight flick or shift of her blade. Each blade bit had two shards aimed just inches from its form and as they neared it the heat set them off, causing the shards to explode violently, their ice overlapping and creating seven cages of super dense ice around the blade bits. She knew they wouldn't last.

Exiting her spin, she pushed off of one more thread and shot downwards at high speed, but rather than aim at Reku herself, she slashed twice through the air, muttering under her breath. A moment afterwards three harsh impacts with the ground would come to Reku's attention, one behind and to her right, another behind and to her left and the other directly in front of her. After barely a half second the sound of movement through air could be heard from all three locations, approaching her. It was too bad she still couldn't see the flash of light.

Rēku just kept giggling. The noises she heard meant it was probably time. "Ryūshi Tōzoku I trust your judgement..." A simple thing to say, but all that is needed, after all the two had a strong bond, though that should be obvious given Rēku having obtained bankai already. Let Harime try, after all Rēku still had a few tricks up her sleeve.

From in front and to her right sheets of sharpened ice slammed into her barrier of blades, and from the left a blade batted away at the bits even as one of Harime's feet gently tapped a crystal of ice. Yet none of the three had been the true assault. It was the flash of light that was Seishin hurtling downwards at Reku that had been, and there was no time to dodge. Pinned from three sides and struck from above, Seishin would expand just two feet before striking, enveloping both combatants, and the remainder of Reku's tiny blades. The young Tatasuko would hear one word just before it did, "Shikoromo(死衣 'Shroud')." Then everything froze.

[insert captain – Harime interaction?]

If mentioned in a seal, these will be different, otherwise these apply.

D Rank: Aural contact takes 2 seconds (afterwards the seal is useable) and direct has no charge.
C Rank: Aural contact takes 4 seconds and direct takes 2 seconds.
B Rank: Aural contact takes 8 seconds and direct takes 4 seconds.
A Rank: Aural contact takes 12 seconds and direct contact takes 6 seconds.
S Rank: Aural contact takes 16 seconds and direct contact takes 8 seconds.

E Rank: With no charge time at all, this rank of Inadzuka can be spammed at will, but does no damage. It causes a slight prickle of electricity if it hits, but otherwise only forms static in the air.

D Rank: This rank has a 5 second charge time and no cool down. It causes a light shock that would cause the body to hesitate and bristle slightly. This rank also causes static to gather towards it, hinting that it may be slightly magnetic.

C Rank: This rank has a 10 second charge time and no cool down time. It causes a stun effect if it hits and it gathers enough static to form a D rank lightning jutsu. The static can be felt slightly, but otherwise has no effect at all.

B Rank: This rank has a 20 second charge time and a 10 second cool down time. A stun effect lasting 10 seconds is caused in addition to burn damage, possible piercing, and normal lightning damage. Additionally the static gathered is equal to the dispersed form of the C rank technique and is now obviously felt, it still has no effect.

A Rank: Getting hit by this rank, which is the highest form of this technique, causes incredibly painful damage and would make a chuunin likely pass out and cause a jounin a rather dangerous amount of damage. If it hits it becomes painful to move afterwards. This rank has a 30 second charge time and a 20 second cool down time, additionally the static gathered is equal to the dispersed B rank technique.

Name of Technique: Sanpu arashi(_散布嵐 'Scatter storm').
Type of Jutsu: Puppet taininjutsu.
Rank: A.
Range: 15 meter radius.
Nature Type: N/A.
Handseals: N/A.
Description: By building up or absorbing electrical energy into its body, Sekimiru eventually gathers enough to utilize this technique. Generally utilized after around 3-5 minutes of static electricity gathering, the technique is activated when Sekimiru extends a magnetic field in a 15 meter radius and then slowly detaches its parts every 3 seconds and then allows them to begin spinning. Eventually its whole body is decentralized, traveling at great velocities within the noted radius, each part cutting and/or slamming into, or through, whatever comes into its path.

Weakness: While a powerful offensive technique, it forces Sekimiru to scatter its body out and risks parts being thrown out of the radius either via someone else's designs, or entirely due to accidental collisions. Additionally, Sekimiru cannot reform into a singular body quickly once the technique is over, but instead must take smaller forms so that it can gather enough energy and recalibrate its chakra systems together. This process generally lasts about 2 minutes over the course of which it will gradually recompose itself into larger and more complete bodies. The technique also expends about 1/4th of its chakra.

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Name of Technique: Sandan(_散弾 'Scatter shot').
Type of Jutsu: Puppet taininjutsu.
Rank: C.
Range: 15 meters.
Nature Type: N/A.
Handseals: N/A.
Description: Condensing chakra in its body onto a linear 2 foot diameter cylinder in one direction, Sekimiru will fire a portion of its parts along the path. This path is often the direction one of its body parts, is pointing. The result is either many small parts used much like shrapnel or larger, sharper parts used like spinning or piercing blades.

Weakness: Travels in one direction and requires the puppet eject parts, which must be pulled back to its body—a process which takes time.

Shikomi Kugutsu: Shinshin Happa(Prepared Puppet: Eight Waves of Needles): The poison causes paralysis with 2 minutes of exposure.

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Name of Technique: Hikitsugu(_引き継ぐ 'Takeover').
Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu.
Rank: C.
Range: Wire contact.
Nature Type: N/A.
Handseals: N/A.
Description: Extending its wires, Kawari riron latches into something and then spreads its chakra system through its thread and then into the object. This causes the the thing in contact to momentarily be under the false puppeteer's sway. As such, Kawari can tear chunks of rock from the ground, and fling them as if they were an extension of their body.

Weakness: The “weightless,” effect given to the object in question ceases the moment the wire loses contact with the object. This technique, if interrupted via the wire losing contact, wastes more chakra than it is worth.

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Name of Technique: Kōgu-bako(_工具箱 'Tool box').
Type of Jutsu: Shape-manipulation ninjutsu.
Rank: C.
Range: Personal.
Nature Type: N/A.
Handseals: N/A.
Description: Channeling chakra through its hands, or wires, Kawari riron can shape it into a physical form, creating things like grappling hooks or blades as long as they are relatively simple in make.

Weakness: The shapes made must be relatively simple. Requires continuous chakra, making them difficult to manifest on many wires or body parts at once or for long periods of time.

[:- BASIC INFORMATION -:]
Name: Vaiya, Sylvia. Draszvin.
Nicknames: Lyia.
Gender: Female.
Age: 25.

[:- AGENT DOSSIER -:]
Team Titles: Exélixi̱(Evolution), Praeradio(Eclipse).
Official Titles: Ninth Movement, Swan song.
Position: Asylum.
Specialty: Silencer.
Asylum Code: XX(20) upon the small of her back.

Weaponry:



Alchemy Specialization:
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History:

[:- BASIC INFORMATION -:]
Name: Estaire, Akrael. Melvisse.
Nicknames: Lapdog, Rae.
Gender: Male.
Age: 40.

[:- AGENT DOSSIER -:]
Team Titles: Praeradio(Eclipse), Exélixi̱(Evolution).
Official Titles:
Position: Asylum.
Specialty: Hybrid.
Asylum Code: VXIXV(29). This code appears with a VX on his left forearm, an I in the center of his back and an XV on his right forearm.

Weaponry: Vials and heat regulation system; Distribution system; other implement.



Alchemy Specialization:
[:- PERSONAL DATA -:]



History:

Harime stands at 5'6 and weighs 162 lbs.
Gigai Appearance

Giggling merrily as she skipped into the arena, Rēku looked upon the new students at the academy. They were all...Older than her...Why couldn't there just be one, just one, person that was her age? Oh well it didn't matter one way or another. Then there was the arena. What they had prepared outdoors for this wonderfully pointless event was actually quite nice! You had some free pillars, a couple arch ways, it was plain, ordinary, and they even had sand in the pit to make them pretend to feel safer even! Then there was the instructor introducing Rēku and her opponent. It was a normal speech about how they were two of the top students of their class, blah blah, woof woof. He ranted a lot, but it was to be expected. After all the instructors had no other true talent then babbling to students. Rēku jumped up and down waving to the new students still giggling happily though.

Having entered at the same time as her would-be competitor, Harime's cold blue eyes drifted over the crowd, their gaze uncaring even as they returned to the instructor who stood between them. She said nothing, made no movements, 'cept those of her eyes, while she stood there...waiting. She was not what one would call a patient girl, but she was not impatient either. No, she lay somewhere inbetween, always waiting for the right time, or perhaps simply waiting for something worth her time at all. Nothing had appeared yet, and she did not expect to be surprised here, though such might be a nice change from the monotany of the world.

It hardly mattered. Nothing did. After another minute of the instructor's gibbering, her voice cut through his as her cold eyes lay upon him, "May we begin Ousu-san, I tire of waiting." The man turned to meet her eyes, but the moment he did he regretted it and turned away, taking a moment to regain his wits and speak to the crowd, "Without further ado, we shall begin the demonstration. Stay outside the bounds of the arena, we wouldn't want any accidents," his voice lilted joyfully before he used shunpo to exit the area himself.

Safely beyond the boundary he nodded to the two and called out, "You may begin!"

Harime's eyes turned to Rēku, as devoid of interest as they always were. Waiting...watching...judging.

This was her way.

Rēku was already getting more excited than she probably should've, or at least that's probably what everyone was thinking from her overly happy appearance. She wasn't overdoing the whole giggly happy kid routine was she? She shrugged it away in her mind doing a handstand while waiting on the instructor to finally shut up. Seriously, did they really need to rant this freakin' much? Then the other girl cut him off, thank god for that, and he got his boring self out of the way. Rēku finally ended with a cartwheel to stand up straight as the fool finally began the...what was this again...? Bout? Spar? Play? Ummmm...Demonstration! That was it! Rēku giggled once more gripping her zanpakuto's tsuba with two fingers looping through the holes where the floor design was to slowly begin sliding out her best friend excited to wake them. "Let's try and make this good, what do ya say?" She says innocently.

Her head tilting almost imperceptibly to the side, Harime's eyes briefly slid over the girl from top to bottom, then back to her face, looking into the graduate's purple eyes. Her gaze stayed on there, gazing at the eyes whose color was far too royal for the girl whose head they lay within. "That's not up to me," Harime replied dryly, her right hand gracefully drifting to the hilt of her blade, which was held in the sash on the left side of her waist. Her left hand hovered just over the opening of the sheath at her side. After a moment of brief thought, she spoke again, "I hope you're going to stop your foolishness now, and fight, because I'm growing quite...bored."

Rēku frowned like the child she was. "You know...You're not too fun..." Rēku finished pulling out her zanpakuto from its sheath by the tsuba twirling it slowly until after a couple of flips she was holding her zanpakuto horizontally infront of her with her right hand smiling. 'If miss boredom wanted to be so dull then so be it' Rēku slipped her tongue out of the corner of her lip smirking. 'Time to put a smile on her face...' Rēku then continued to lick the blade, tsuba to point. "Careful what you wish for...Devour and create...Ryūshi Tōzoku..." As a result Ryūshi Tōzoku began to glow a bright pinkish-purple color as the blade shrinks down to twenty-seven inches in length the glow dying down but not fading completely. Rēku grins as sparkles of pink and purple light seem to slowly exude from the blade.

"How crass," she mocked boredly as she drew her blade from its sheath, slowly, effortlessly. It was more like the blade was an extension of her body, than a tool for her use. Stepping towards her opponent, Harime began crossing the distance with a kind of elegance not often seen in many her age. One might have said it was a sign of maturity...or perhaps the result of a harsh regiment put in place by the noble house of Kuchiki.

It was the former.

"Rejoice," Harime said with her usual tone, "You are fortunate enough to witness my blade." With her meaning expressed, the girl let the tip of her zanpakuto enter its sheath once more. "Tesselate," with the phrase begun she withdrew the blade from its sheath, reiryoku now attached to its tip, "...Reitō seishin(冷凍精神 'Frozen spirit')." The tip emerged from her sheath and with it a large wisp of reiryoku came into view, its light blue shimmer drifting about the girl, always staying several feet from her form. There was a light shimmering as light was refracted against hundreds of miniscule ice crystals, which drifted down through the air and drapped the young shinigami's clothes, turning them a shade of pure white that one might describe as heavenly in its nature.

Her eyes resting once more on Rēku as she continued forwards, never increasing her pace, but never stopping. There were only three meters left between them. She was silent throughout.

Watching...

...Waiting...

...Judging.

She was a Kuchiki after all, and this girl was but a member of a fallen noble house. She was despicable.

Rēku blinked a couple times. Did this girl want to kill her with boredom? Technically she had a decent shikai release. It looked somewhat nice though she was so ungraceful with the semi-beautiful release. Rēku lowered her blade into the sand letting it slide in and secretely release three blade bits into the ground hidden under the ruse of just sliding it through sand and spinning around and kicking up sand with the blade to get in Harime's eyes as one blade bit launches from the tip towards Harime's left leg to slow down her opponent's movement as Rēku giggles jumping backwards onto her hands then pushing up and landing on her feet hopping back a couple more feet after landing.

The moment the sand was thrust into the air towards her eyes didn't even make her flinch, as immediately each individual granule of sand froze, and as they did the wisp could be seen lazily passing before her form. The crystals of ice then continued to spread from the tiny grains of sand, connecting them in less than two seconds. The ground was touched as well, freezing over somewhat. Harime's eyes glanced down and she hopped upwards and to the side lightly, her clothes fluttering as she did, nearly touching the small wave-like formation of ice. However, rather than her foot truly touch the formation, it touched only hardened air, before pushing off of it and landing on the other side of the ice, where the ground was not frozen. Her head tilted once more as she continued to approach, never ceasing her movement, "Why do you run, Tatasuko?" She queried almost curiously.

As she did so the faintly glowing mist passed behind her, and where the glittering fragments of light fell, the ground froze.

Rēku giggles merrily as she jumps back onto her hands again, and once more also pushes off into the air landing on her feet hopping back another couple yards smiling cheerfully as the blade bit that had gone for Harime's leg before came around and went for her left side to wound her. If it were to come into contact with Harime then instead of a cut they would feel that part of their body ripped away including a millimeter of what isn't touched. "What? You don't like to fight me at a distance like this? Or is it just embarrassing having to exert more effort to beat a mere Tatasuko? Or is it the fact that you'll lose to one because you won't be able to handle my power?" Rēku teased sticking her tongue out tauntingly hoping that this would keep Harime's attention from the blade bit. Secretly the other three blade bits had tunneled to where Rēku stood now but continued backing up step by step as the ground weakens after her as she slowly lures Harime into her trap.

An eyebrow rose at her words, then both lowered, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Surely you jest," she said in a strangely mocking tone, had her eyes not narrowed, one might have thought she was ignoring what the girl had said. Her actions proved otherwise.

Blade raising before her, the ground freezing just behind, the wisp of reiryoku traveled to the tip of her outstretched blade as she drew a delicate line from left to right. Where the wisp passed ice was revealed by its movement, forming a thin sheet of the frigid reishi. "Tachi-mai(裁ち枚 'Cutting sheets')," she proclaimed, the tip of her blade pressing against the center of the ice blade she had created. As she did so, the wisp suddenly darted down towards her own legs, circling around far too close for comfort. She, instinctively, hopped forwards once even as the sheet of ice suddenly flew forwards in a surge of movement, cutting through the air to reach its target. However, the wisp was not quite fast enough and so the tiny blade managed to just barely nick the edge of her leg through her clothes. She gritted her teeth, trying not to show any sign of pain...or weakness, to her adversary.

She didn't like the feeling. She knew the little traitor would laugh, and she hated that even more than the feeling.

"Seishin!" She called out, and immediately the wisp responded, shrinking into a miniscule point and in the same moment vanishing outright. The girl had noticed the tiny blade now as it curved back around to strike her.

Too slow, she raised her blade slightly, but even as she did the wisp suddenly emerged from the opening of her sheath, shooting forwards as it did so, and striking the blade bit head on. In the same movement, Harime had jumped to her diagonally forwards and to the left, so as to distance herself from the bit.

She glanced forwards at Rēku and noticed that the blade appeared measurably shorter than it had been before. Harime's eyes narrowed at that fact and as they did she decided to abandon certain notions in favor of ending this quickly. It wouldn't do to disappoint her father.

Meanwhile the blade bit would find itself buried within the wisp that was Seishin, a physical manifestation of her sword spirit, or at least a partial one. While Seishin could not contest its fellow zanpakuto for long, it managed to slow the shard down for roughly five seconds, before the blade extricated itself, now covered in tiny ice crystals, its form reflecting far more light than before, rendering it considerably more visible than it had been prior. Harime intended to make use of this in the future.

Rēku giggled cheerfully at the sight of her blade bit ripping away part of Harime's flesh. The minute amount of reaction Harime expressed was good enough. "Having a problem over there?" Rēku asked tauntingly. At this point her blade bits inside the ground had made a crescent moat around Rēku and thus were ready to surprise Harime. The blade bits moved in between the two girls underground and began zig zagging in a pattern that would actually look somewhat awe inspiring if it could have been seen preparing to strike at Harime from underground if she tried to come at Rēku and would move to intercept too, though the sad thing for Harime was that if she just stayed still they would also pounce on her. The one above ground had broken free of the wisp. Rēku believed she was beginning to learn a decent amount of Harime's zanpakuto, but she knew better than to assume she knew it fully. The freed blade bit would move to strafe accross Harime's lower back leaving a particle trail all the way to, through, and after it attacked. The tsuba on Rēku's blade had also started to glow though this was more of a blue-purple color which really helped show the flower outlined by the tsuba. As to the troublesome blade coming towards Rēku she simple leaned back down a bridge to watch the blade trail over her head.

She began moving once more, her senses noting the tiny blade beginning to trail towards her once more. She raised her own blade and then pulled her arm backwards somewhat. In the moment that she did, the sheet of ice that had just flown over her adversary had began to drop towards the ground, having lost momentum. However, as she pulled, the particle thin string of frozen reishi connecting the ice to her blade became visible and it came back. The blunt inner edge of the ice sheet would slam into Rēku's back, pulling her forwards if she could do nothing against it.

However, her situation was far more dire than that. With the passing of Tachi-mai was brought the same crystals of ice that ever drifted from the wisp's form. They had already touched the sand leading from where Harime had stood when she'd fired, all the way to where the Tatasuko now stood. The ground froze, but not just on the surface, the ice traveled downwards and as it did, the little Kuchiki became aware of the other blade bits below. Immediately she shifted gears, lunging forwards and away from the blade bit that attempted to clip her back. The ice continued to spread, moving outwards from its formerly two meters wide path, spreading, in seconds, to a width of seven meters, with Harime jumping just over the surface, solidifying an invisible trail of reishi barely a milimeter above the ground. To Rēku this would have been essentially invisible due to the utterly tiny amount of space between foot and ground respectively. The effect would however make it appear almost as if Harime's feet were gliding across the ground, giving a dainty grace to her movements. She was closing the distance fast, but as she did she noted the movement beneath the ice upon, which she ran.

Left, right, whirling upwards were the tiny blades. "Seishin," she beckoned, taking in a deep breath and exerting a small layers of reiryoku upon her clothes and flesh. As the first blade emerged and struck, her blade struck it in kind, hitting it away. She caught the second as well, but the third nearly hit her, before the wisp engulfed it, swept around her and caught the other two as they circled back around. Harime felt a tiny smile, one that would be so subtle as to barely be seen, tug at her lips. The elation of battle had begun to touch her nerves, she couldn't help it. However, she would not be lost in it, this she must never do.

With every moment that passed the crystals of ice propagated, in the sand as well as on Reku's flesh. Soon it would be time.

"Seishin!" She called once more and the wisp, which had briefly circled back to catch the third blade and then flown several meters away to release them, now returned, vanishing, then emerging from her sheath anew.

The last blade bit, in the wake of the three that had attempted to strike her, through the air at her side from behind. She spun on her heel, slashing behind her even as she continued to slide backwards. Her blade struck the tiny shard, and as it did...the shard was sent flying many more meters away than it ought to have been. She continued her momentum, turning on the same heel as if she had been skating on ice, and done a spin as she slashed. She once more faced Reku, the distance almost closed now. It appeared that Harime was serious now.

Rēku had been wanting to test her theories, and she got what she wanted. The ice seemed to become attached to her body, sadly proving her theory right although it seemed to spread faster than she had anticipated. On top of that this lovely little blade of ice coming back towards which was fine. Rēku licked her lips and lifted her zanpakuto as the remaining twenty-three blade bits spark on each other as they fly out in random directions scattering particles in their wake as two interrept and take in the ice blade which seemed to slow a bit, not much, but a bit. This seemed to create a new colored particle, interesting indeed.

This third color seemed to flow out with the other particles, its shade a silvery blue. This could possibly change things for what she was about to do, but she would have to wait and see. The blade bits began to circle Rēku at a quickly growing pace surrounding her as she stands up in an almost tornado like fashion. The rising heat seemed to also slow down the spreading ice upon her which was a plus. "Well it's been fun..." Rēku mused giggling softly. "But I think it's time to wrap this up, after all...We are responsible individuals with duties to get to!" She says clearly teasing and mockingly. As she did this though the blade bits created a tornado of particles flowing around her, and they only seemed to grow in number as the blades spun faster and faster and steam could also be seen from the beat mixing with the ice. "Bankai..." As she spoke the word the particles seemed to start moving differently as the four blade bits near Harime had begun dancing together creating more particles. "Suisei Ryūshi Tōzoku..." Rēku hadn't shown her bankai up until this point, it had been her little secret, but now she wanted everyone to know, wanted people to finally realize that she wasn't just a little kid in the way, Rēku wanted them all to know, that they were the ones in her way. All of the particles in the area that had been created up until that moment that had been floating around seemed to suddenly surge into all of the blade bits closest to them. The ice that had been slowly trying to encase Rēku shattered and quickly evaporated due to the heat and pressure being exerted from Rēku and her zanpakuto. Once all the particles had been absorbed into the blade bits and everyone could see once more, they would finally notice that each blade bit glowed even brighter now. A vibrant pink light shining brightly from each individual blade bit and as they flew there was no longer a stream of particles left in their wake, no. Now they were moving even faster and without any trace at all.

Retreating somewhat as she noted the strange movements of the tiny blades, Harime moved to a distance of 2.5 meters, where she stayed, eyes narrowed slightly. Biting her lip for a brief moment, Harime's eyes darted about for a brief moment before settling once more on her opponent. "I assure you, my duties far outweigh yours, yet here I am, dragged by these imbeciles for a demonstration for the academy," she scoffed, the slightest of annoyance apparent in her voice. Then Reku said that fateful word, one that even she had to admit she was shocked to hear.

Her eyes widened slightly as the the transformation finished, the blade's name stated in its completed form. How, how could this undesirable little bitch have bankai?! Gritting her teeth and exhaling long and slow, Harime did her best to return to the calm in her mind. Letting one's emotions get the best of them was equivalent of weakness...and she was not weak. She refused to be. Turning away from the absurdity of an academy graduate possessing, no, insulting the sanctity of bankai, Harime raised her zanpakuto above her head, its blade vertical in orientation. As she did so, she closed her eyes, took in one more calming breath, and proclaimed, "Hyōmaku(雹幕 'Hail curtain')."

Immediately Seishin gravitated to her blade, whirling about its form with increasing intensity, as it did so, the tiny shards of ice built up, slammed together by the speed and cohesion of their form. Harime's eyes met Reku's just a moment before her blade whipped down to her side and she pushed forwards, Seishin's form having apparently vanished. All that was left behind were what appeared to be a small storm of tiny ice shards that circled her blade. Mindful of their continually growing size, though they grew slower than her normal ice had, Harime held her blade out away from her body.

Then, her ice notifying her of the instability of the ground, Harime pushed off and upwards, flying into the air as she did so and slashing upwards as her body moved in the same direction. Eight glimmering six inch long shards of jagged hail were thrown from the blade as she slashed, each leaving a glimmering trail of ice crystals behind. Harime was done playing with this girl.

Rēku smiled and giggled looking up at Harime lifting her free hand making a fist then lifting one single finger, then moving it from side to side mockingly. One of the blade bits that was now behind Harime but still beneath her and near the ground started coming back towards Rēku and Harime, well they all did--all four of them, but this one stayed near the ground and as Harime tried launching an assault at her angle in the sky a beam launched from the single blade bit intercepting and vaporizing the ice assault leaving no immediate trace of Harime's attempt to strike at Rēku who continued to just smile and giggle at the feeble attempt. "What a fun little game! Are you going to throw more next?" She says with a child-like voice and curiousity some in the audience if they could even hear Rēku might even think it was genuine, hopeful though Harime would pick up on the fact that it was a jab at her futile attempt had been. However, Harime didn't even blink, her gaze unwavering as, almost from thin air, four formations of ice began to form, far more rapidly than normal. Harime pulled the tiny strands that connected them to her blade, channeling her reiryoku into them and sending the four attacks forth.

Pressing reiryoku onto the surface of her feet as she began to fall, Harime made contact with the tiny threads and pushed off of them to soar further into the air. As she ascended she flicked her blade in several directions and with each movement one shard that rotated about her zanpakuto was flung in an apparently random direction, each striking something. Some merely hit the ground, while others careened into the pillars and box-shaped obstacles that were scattered about the field.

As each struck ice erupted from them, covering three meters of space almost instantaneously upon doing so, before the speed at which they spread slowed back to its normal pace. As the last shard was released Seishin once more took form, emerging from her sheath as a wisp. "Be careful what games you play, little girl," Harime retorted before letting herself fall once more, Seishin ever present. However, she had a long way to fall, as through her ministrations she had risen roughly 20 meters into the air.

Rēku frowned pouting Harime really was no fun. It wouldn't be fun if she was careful! Rēku quickly smiled giggling once more. As boring as Harime's personality was, she wasn't half bad to go a few rounds with. In fact Rēku hadn't had this much fun in a long time!

Watching her adversary frown as she fell towards the earth, Harime brought her blade in front of her chest, its alignment horizontal. Placing her hand on the back edge of the blade near the end, Harime spoke, her tone ominous, "Shimo no genzen(霜の厳然 'Grave of frost')." The effect was immediate. Pillars of ice sprung forth from every surface that her ice had touched: The boxes and pillars, the sand, and even some of the space around Reku herself, which had not melted from the release of her bankai. However, what was perhaps most dangerous about the technique was not what you could see, but what you couldn't. With each tiny movement that Seishin made, light refracted and reflected within and between a hundred or so spikes and pillars of pressurized ice. It was like the glare from snow on a sunny day in winter, only far more blinding.

Rēku had to give Harime credit, at least she had a zanpakuto that could create beautiful art since it was apparent that Harime had no true artistic value. The blinding light was not expected nevertheless...a smile came to her face and she licked her lips. "Go ahead, Ryūshi..." Since Ryūshi Tōzoku had already tasted Harime's blood she didn't require Rēku to guide her, in other words she was awake for the hunt. The three blade bits in their small group sped up and kept twisting and intertwining keeping in an almost majestic pattern of flight as they attempted to assault Harime on their own in addition to the blade bit that had been underneath Harime. To top it off three more separated from the tornado of blades which then changed its pattern to keep defending Rēku the best possible way for the number. The assaulting blade bits would then attack Harime, faster, with more agility, they would now slash and burn the opponent wherever they struck instead merely tearing away at their body. The best part? After the first assault was dealt with somehow by the first four the next three would step in, and of course Ryūshi Tōzoku would use her favorite method. Surround, cut them up a bunch, and if Rēku permitted, destroy...And because of the light, Rēku simply closed her eyes still giggling happily at the pure pleasure of the fight.

While Reku was blinded, Harime remained able to see, the light directed in such a way as to not interfere with her own sight. So it was in this way that the young shinigami managed to note that despite Reku's own blindness, her blade appeared to have no trouble tracking her down. Annoying, she thought even as she continued to plummet through the air. She only had two techniques left, and one of them only lasted for three minutes--hardly any time at all.

This would be it.

The tiny blades closed in. She struck at one, using the hit to push herself away in the air, then stepping on one of the nearly invisible threads of ice as she had before and pushing down and off of that to evade another flurry of blades. SHe couldn't do it forever, and she knew she'd never be able to attack if she had to continue defending.

So she tried something.

"Hyōmaku!" She stated, inciting the creation of fourteen shards of ice, all orbiting her blade. Using several threads and a twist of her blade, she entered a spin, slashing her blade out in all directions at once. As she did so, the shards flew about, each adjusted by a slight flick or shift of her blade. Each blade bit had two shards aimed just inches from its form and as they neared it the heat set them off, causing the shards to explode violently, their ice overlapping and creating seven cages of super dense ice around the blade bits. She knew they wouldn't last.

Exiting her spin, she pushed off of one more thread and shot downwards at high speed, but rather than aim at Reku herself, she slashed twice through the air, muttering under her breath. A moment afterwards three harsh impacts with the ground would come to Reku's attention, one behind and to her right, another behind and to her left and the other directly in front of her. After barely a half second the sound of movement through air could be heard from all three locations, approaching her. It was too bad she still couldn't see the flash of light.

Rēku just kept giggling. The noises she heard meant it was probably time. "Ryūshi Tōzoku I trust your judgement..." A simple thing to say, but all that is needed, after all the two had a strong bond, though that should be obvious given Rēku having obtained bankai already. Let Harime try, after all Rēku still had a few tricks up her sleeve.

From in front and to her right sheets of sharpened ice slammed into her barrier of blades, and from the left a blade batted away at the bits even as one of Harime's feet gently tapped a crystal of ice. Yet none of the three had been the true assault. It was the flash of light that was Seishin hurtling downwards at Reku that had been, and there was no time to dodge. Pinned from three sides and struck from above, Seishin would expand just two feet before striking, enveloping both combatants, and the remainder of Reku's tiny blades. The young Tatasuko would hear one word just before it did, "Shikoromo(死衣 'Shroud')." Then everything froze.

[insert captain – Harime interaction?]