Blightning Strikes [Black World Arc || Negative Yoruichi, CLOSED] (2024)

Music of Combat: There's No Sympathy For the Dead by Escape the Fate

"Huff… huff…"

Breaths were released from his body as Kuro felt the extent of his wounds, the blood dripping from his back as they dripped back along his shirt, the white garment that slowly covered along his back emerging as he looked at Yoruichi, his arms folding across his chest as the blast of pure force she sent his way crashed into his body, knocking him back a bit as his eyes opened wide, seeing the woman standing in front of him.

… Piero…! He thought to himself as his arm hardened significantly, the cloak of his captain's uniform becoming totally white as it brushed along his body, wrapping rapidly around his now solidified left arm as he held it high over his head, protecting it as he let out a cry.

As her foot came down onto the limb, a loud crunch could be head as the bone shattered and broke beneath the force, but the arm did not budge. Kuro's pain endurance was not enough to hold on, as he felt himself beginning to black out a bit on the edge of his consciousness before gritting his teeth hard, deciding to endure it as his body began to shake, attempting to divert her leg around as he was sent flying away from her, his body slamming into the nearby wall with a huge noise as the air was forcibly knocked out of him, his body crumpling to the ground as he balled his right fist, slamming the limb into the ground as he forced himself to get up.

"Thanks… they belong to my partner." Kuro told her with a small smile through the pain, wincing violently as he gripped his left arm in his hands, before his face turned downwards, before flailing upwards as he let out a cry, the arm shooting straight out as the white cloak wrapped all around the shattered part, firmly forming a cast as it wrapped around it tightly, creating a kind of arm guard as he looked at her eyes. "I am the Thirteenth Captain: Kuro Okami. It is true; I have never fought one like yourself, not ever! I… am rusty." He half complained, half explained as he felt a sudden shiver run down his spine; his animal instincts from his Zanpakutō kicking into high gear as she mentioned that someone else had arrived.

His head turned as he witnessed the other who had emerged, before gripping onto his Zanpakutō firmly in his right hand, looking at the new opponent as he slowly calmed down, his left arm expanding once more as Piero's black arm became claw-like once more.

"...Well… and I thought I was dead before…. I wonder what comes next, anyway?" He mused aloud, his mind calming as his blade slowly entered into his left palm, his eyes slowly opening as shadows began to convene on his location, almost sparking as his spiritual pressure began to dramatically increase…

And finally, the Captain Kuro Okami began to release his spiritual pressure, slowly opening his eyes as the pressure of a Shinigami Captain descended down onto the area, the blade in his hand changing as it quickly evolved into two swords, both entering into his hands as they gained the properties of shadows, his face staring at the new opponent as well as keeping Yoruichi in sight as he faced the newcomer, before he casually tossed the blades into the air.

His body then wrapped around the five blades that had emerged, the intense balance and focus which his Bankai granted causing his eyes to glow as he held one in his teeth, one in his right shoulder held by his neck, one in each hand, one under his left armpit. As he looked at the two of them, the darkness around his entire body as he gained a menacing aura.

As he looked at the assembled Omnitsuko, his eyes carefully obtaiend each of their positions, before his entire body suddenly moved. As he did so, a series of waves of pure Shadow moved outwards, Kuro's unique shadows, powered with energy and made dangerous. These attacks slid and cut outwards as they each shot towards a different member of the Omnitsuko, his body gaining hoho-like speeds as the blades of flying energy emerged, cutting outwards even at Yoruichi and Soi Fon as they cut around in every direction, forming a kind of assailing barrier around the male's body.

One of these were the attacks of Suzumebachi, as each point along his body was met with the tip of a blade, countering each and every strike. At last, the mask-wearing man in the white cloak looked up at her, as a single butterfly appeared from his forehead as a drop of blood dripped down from the center of his skull, the hom*onka mark appearing as a radiance of pure shadows flowed around it, causing the poison within it to rapidly disperse as it changed to a white color, shining brightly on his forehead next to his star-shaped scar.

"Hello, monster." He told her, his voice level as their eyes met one another. "Are you even any better than a mindless hollow, the lot of you?" He asked her seriously, before having a passing thought… could the Hollows from that inverted world possibly be… allies? That was an interesting thought. That look she gave him, however, startled him, for an instant his mind fading to white….

What are you doing?
Nothing… just working out… this thing…
Do you want to try it…? My love…?

Consciousness flowed back through the male as he let out a shuddering breath. Less than a moment had passed, but Piero had manned his body, clashing two of the blades against the swipe that clashed towards him, the blades of his Bankai pincering the incoming attack and stopping it in its tracks as Kuro looked her in the eyes, the wind unable to budge him in his Bankai as he released a pulse of Shadow energy, cancelling the oncoming wave of force.

The elbow that came towards his stomach was a low blow, to be certain. However, she was not the only one who could perform dangerous attacks. His eyes flashed behind his sunglasses as from the tip of the blade in his neck fired a blade of shadow energy directly towards her face. He saw her beginning to move as he dropped all five of his blades, letting the weapons fall down as his body performed a flash step, his legs now up in the air as he wrapped around his weapons once more. Now there were two in his legs, two in his arms, and the one in his mouth. Her incoming foot would be met with such a blade, likely piercing into her foot and stabbing it through, possibly incapacitating it.

The shockwaves of the attack shook him, that was true, knocking him away as he saw the incoming Anken, his body blending back into the shadows as he vanished from sight, causing the anken to smash harmlessly into the boards where the shadows were as if Kuro had been swallowed by them. He slowly reappeared from behind her, his voice speaking up as he looked at the pair of them behind his sunglasses.

"Sorry about that, but play time has ended. You are within my realm, and you are my enemy…" He informed the both of them, before his eyes widened at the two of them that had appeared on either side of his body.

Goken Bakkui: Pancake Mix. The thought of the technique ripped through his mind as his body entered Goken Bakkui, his presence becoming almost nothing as he let out a gentle breath, his form becoming like an outline against the shadows as even his scent disappeared. The technique he was executing actually drew the blades from their sheathes, making this the perfect time to activate it as he was assailed from two targets. He took a single step forwards of Shunpo, the blades coming downwards as his body flipped around rapidly. As he did so, two blade marks appeared, one on his waist and the other on his shoulder. However, at the same time, his attack was executed; for those two to get that close to draw his blood, they would be within the Mix's range. The result would be a down-draft slamming into the both of them, both physical and made of force as it would likely lead to anywhere between two and ten seconds of confusion. The cut on his waist revealed a butterfly beneath the strike, while the one against his shoulder had only managed to part his white 'robe', which had guarded against the extremely precision-based attack.

And for what was about to happen next, those two to ten seconds could be critical…

Kuro, do you feel that? Kehehehe! The voice of Piero shuddered through his mind as Kuro responded. ...Yes… more are coming… one is lurking in the shadows… The response came back crystal-clear in his mind as he lookd over to where Tetsuya was standing, his body rapidly jumping back to gain distance from his opponents.

"…" On the one hand, Kuro felt a pang deep within him. He wanted to call the young man who had come to assist a child. He wanted to tell him to leave. He felt a responsibility panging at him from deep inside… This is bad… Captain…! That strange voice inside of his head that made him want to weep came back as he bit his teeth hard, before blinking wide at the next appearance.

"...Don't count me out yet, Koichi Iramasha. I was just playing before… play time has ended. It's time to fight." He answered seriously as the shadows all over the Soul Society rapidly flowed towards their location, changing the entire area dark as they infused into Kuro's body, his left arm stretching as it fully healed once more, the cloak disattaching itself as he caught the blade it once held in his left leg, using a balance on his right foot as he whipped out a gun out of his left hand, shifting his body as he sheathed the fifth blade, his body beginning to run forwards back towards Soi Fon as charged bullets appeared within the gun, firing out rapidly as he whipped out his left finger, tracing along the sky.

"Hadō #58: Tenran!" His voice called out as he created a great column of wind, riding along within it as his speed matched the inner current, still in Goken Bakkui to make his appearance very difficult to make out as he appeared in front of Soi Fon's body, his form entering into a deadly dance as dozens of slashes appeared around her body as he rapidly shot out in every direction around her body, the blades slishing and slashing about as he possessed his hands with Piero's Pulse Step, causing their speed to rapidly increase as he got within striking range. Finally, he stopped, tenderly touching his left shoulder as his back faced Soi Fon, looking out into the distance as the white cloak picked up the remaining wind from Tenran, the black hand turning about as the gun he held issued out a single round, which quickly shattered into several dozen attacks, spreading like a shotgn before the shadow and Disturbed energies of Piero collided into where her body was located, creating shrapnel that shot out in every direction, which would need to be addressed by the other fighters as well as Kuro's own body vanished with a shunpo once more, reappearing high in the air.

….Nariri… why did you join my squad?
Well… you were the only one who really interested me; the others were nice, but you were funny.
Funny? I'm not funny!
Of course you are, Kuro! Of course you are…

….Nariri…. Forgive me… I… forgot again. The male's eyes were filled with a purpose and life now as he beheld the battlefield and all who were taking part in the battle down below. The man who had become a Captain was on full display, now; this was the true 'power' behind his Bankai. The overactive tendencies which he often held had calmed. Now, there was only the job to be completed. That mattered more than his own impulsiveness and nerves. So… he would accomplish his mission, his glowing red eye shining in the darkness as he looked down at the carnage below...