[Tsunayshiro's head descended upon the forest, touching down softly. He found Naoyuki on his back, struggling to stand.
At that same time, Shimura had been conjuring a denser and denser storm to entrap Gin completely. Once he saw she sent one of her blades to chase after Naoyuki and the other clan head, he scowled and closed the two of them off in that twisting vortex, leaving them isolated. Within that space, he fought with Gin, carrying on despite the deep wound she put in his arm. He was, after all, chasing her with his rage every moment he fought. The remaining nobles rushed to give chase only to be stopped by a woman with long black hair, wearing a cute, floral dress. One of Gin's old item. Ururu, looking no older than thirty, leveled her hand in the direction of the oncoming group.
Polite, she curtsied while standing on thin air.]
It's nice to meet you. I'm Urahara Ururu.
[One of the nobles interrupted, drawing her sword and swinging for Ururu as she bowed, only to see her arm twist back unnaturally. Ururu's hand had raised and she had done nothing more than give her a 'gentle' shove in response.]
Please. Cheap shots are part of my family's trademark. [Dusting her hands off, Ururu settled into a stance.] Now, please, all of you. Surrender or die.
[Naoyuki groaned, picking himself up from the ground. The sword he clashed with had been something else entirely. Something that shouldn't have rightfully existed. When Tsunayashiro landed beside him, he could see the sickeningly angry blade clutched in his hand and could feel its malice.]
Urahara. I'll take my time to cut you into pieces, so please... Raise your sword. It won't satisfy me until I kill you as a soul reaper would.
[Naoyuki fell on his side, seemingly having trouble just breathing. His zanpakuto, embedded in a tree, wouldn't come free when he went to pry it loose. Tsunyashiro scoffed, picking up the young man by the arm, looking on as his head slumped. Naoyuki took in a breath, deep and distorted, just as Tsunayashiro lifted that evil sword to plunge into his chest. When the young man raised his head to look him in the eyes, Tsunayashiro was met with black sclera. A white mask with a fox's smile.]
Got'cha.
[Naoyuki's mask split at that smile, a bright red cero bursting from his open mouth, engulfing Tsunayashiro and burying him into the dirt. Burned over most of his upper body, the old man looked up in surprise to see the fox's mask peering down at him.]
Hollowification!? As if you could have gone any madder!
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At that same time, Shimura had been conjuring a denser and denser storm to entrap Gin completely. Once he saw she sent one of her blades to chase after Naoyuki and the other clan head, he scowled and closed the two of them off in that twisting vortex, leaving them isolated. Within that space, he fought with Gin, carrying on despite the deep wound she put in his arm. He was, after all, chasing her with his rage every moment he fought. The remaining nobles rushed to give chase only to be stopped by a woman with long black hair, wearing a cute, floral dress. One of Gin's old item. Ururu, looking no older than thirty, leveled her hand in the direction of the oncoming group.
Polite, she curtsied while standing on thin air.]
It's nice to meet you. I'm Urahara Ururu.
[One of the nobles interrupted, drawing her sword and swinging for Ururu as she bowed, only to see her arm twist back unnaturally. Ururu's hand had raised and she had done nothing more than give her a 'gentle' shove in response.]
Please. Cheap shots are part of my family's trademark. [Dusting her hands off, Ururu settled into a stance.] Now, please, all of you. Surrender or die.
[Naoyuki groaned, picking himself up from the ground. The sword he clashed with had been something else entirely. Something that shouldn't have rightfully existed. When Tsunayashiro landed beside him, he could see the sickeningly angry blade clutched in his hand and could feel its malice.]
Urahara. I'll take my time to cut you into pieces, so please... Raise your sword. It won't satisfy me until I kill you as a soul reaper would.
[Naoyuki fell on his side, seemingly having trouble just breathing. His zanpakuto, embedded in a tree, wouldn't come free when he went to pry it loose. Tsunyashiro scoffed, picking up the young man by the arm, looking on as his head slumped. Naoyuki took in a breath, deep and distorted, just as Tsunayashiro lifted that evil sword to plunge into his chest. When the young man raised his head to look him in the eyes, Tsunayashiro was met with black sclera. A white mask with a fox's smile.]
Got'cha.
[Naoyuki's mask split at that smile, a bright red cero bursting from his open mouth, engulfing Tsunayashiro and burying him into the dirt. Burned over most of his upper body, the old man looked up in surprise to see the fox's mask peering down at him.]
Hollowification!? As if you could have gone any madder!