Light Empire Somewhere
Shunsui Kyōraku was sitting on the rubble, bent over and with his head lowered. His messy curly hair covered most of his face. Only his tight lips and tight jawline revealed his suppressed emotions at the moment.
Katen Kyōkotsu's black double swords were inserted into the gravel in front of him. The faint blue light of Quincy Reishi still remained on the swords. His hands were weakly resting on the handles of the swords. His fingertips were slightly bent and he did not hold tightly. He just relied on the handles to support the weight of his arms.
The cuffs of the clothes were slightly rolled up, revealing a few fine blood marks on the forearm. Some were spattered by the enemy's blood, and some were cut by the gravel splashed when Holy Arrow rubbed against it. There was still blood dripping from the corners of the clothes, one drop after another, hitting the gravel ground and spreading into a small dark red dot.
"Hey! Soul Reaper, are all your companions dead?" the voice came from the front with a smile.
Those were the remnants of Quincy, standing loosely, with the Reishi longbow still in their hands, with new arrows on the bowstrings, but they were not in a hurry to shoot. They enjoyed this moment and the posture of Soul Reaper who was surrounded by them with their heads lowered.
Kyōraku glanced at those figures from the corner of his eye
"You Zanpakutō are indeed weird, but your companions are not."
Another person took over the conversation, with a kind of pretended regret in his tone, as if he was commenting on something that had nothing to do with him.
"The shadows were coming and going, which scared me."
"Your companions don't have this ability. They don't know how to sneak into the shadows."
"Listen to them saying you are Fifth Seat?"
"You are indeed very strong. You have been able to survive the siege of so many of us and kill so many of our brothers. You are already very powerful, but that's all."
"Reiatsu Are you exhausted? Ah? Talk, weren't you pretty good at fighting just now? You drilled out and slashed, then drilled back, like a ghost, why don't you drill now? The shadow is not enough? Or..."
Kyōraku didn't reply, the laughter continued
Shunsui Kyōraku is the commander of this team.
It was he who misjudged the direction of the ambush, who underestimated the deployment of Quincy's troops, and who led the team into this low-lying area filled with rubble and without cover.
When the enemies poured out of the shadows, he shouted to disperse, but he did not shout back because he thought he could win.
He thought that he could use Katen Kyōkotsu's shadow ability to defeat them one by one. He thought that his double swords were fast, accurate and ruthless enough. He thought that as long as he restrained the enemy's Captain-Class combat power, others would be able to steadily eat up the remaining soldiers.
he is wrong
The enemy did not give him a chance to defeat them one by one.
When he was alone with the enemy's strongest combat force, the other two teams outflanked his team members.
He wanted to call back for help, but the Quincy in front of him held him back, not letting him go, nor fighting with him. He just held him back, making him unable to move an inch. The feeling of powerlessness was like a cold snake crawling up his spine, wrapping around his throat, making every breath difficult for him.
Kyōraku, as the strongest member of this team, has brought his teammates into heavy siege; with Shikai as weird as Katen Kyōkotsu, he is completely unable to protect his teammates who live with him day and night.
In the end, he killed the Quincy who was holding him back, as well as those who were outflanking him. He killed many people, but it was meaningless. The people who deserved to die were already dead, and the people who didn't deserve to die were also dead. He couldn't save anyone.
Shunsui Kyōraku closed his eyes.
He saw people who would never come back.
Watanabe squatted beside him, the moonlight shone in from the window, casting the shadows of the two people on the wooden floor
Watanabe handed over a wine flask, the spout of which was still stained with crumbs of sealing wax, and the wine sloshed in the flask, giving off an amber light. "Hey Kyōraku, if you don't drink while on a mission, you will die of worry."
Watanabe's smile was particularly bright under the moonlight, with an unprepared luster that only living people have.
Now Watanabe fell on the gravel ground behind him, his chest was penetrated by Holy Arrow, blood gushed out from the wound, and spread out a large area of dark red. His eyes were still open, his pupils were dilated, looking at a slow-moving cloud in the sky, and the wine bottle rolled down to his hand.
Ono's Zanpakutō was broken into two pieces. Half of the blade was stuck in the gravel, and the other half flew to an unknown place. Ono himself fell next to the half of the blade, with arrow holes all over his body.
He was focused on fire. A dozen ordinary Reishi arrows were shot from different directions at the same time. He could not avoid it. Ono was the Kidō expert in the team.
Yamada was the last to fall. His Shunpo was at a very high level in the unit and should have been able to run away, but he didn't. He stayed to cover the retreat of others, Yamada is a taciturn person. He has gone on several missions with Kyōraku and doesn't speak much. But every time Kyōraku forgets what to say next in the middle of speaking, he will pick up the conversation silently.
He saw Shin'ō Academy's Sakura Road, and saw Teacher Yamamoto standing in the center of the dojo, pointing the wooden sword in his hand between his eyebrows. "Shunsui, your sword is too light."
I saw Ukitake sitting in the corridor coughing, and I smiled and said to him, "You skipped class again."
I saw Captain Shuichi standing at the door of Thirteenth Division's team building.
I saw Suzuko squatting in the corner feeding the cat, and turned around and smiled at him.
see...
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"Bankai"
The sky turned into a dull, turbid yellow-brown at that moment
The sound of taiko drums comes from the void
Boom--Boom--
The sound of the drum was dull and long, and each sound accurately fell into the gap between everyone's heartbeats.
The shadow of a black pine tree rises behind Shunsui Kyōraku. A shadow that looks like a woman lies gently on Kyōraku's back from behind. The outline is vague and soft. The long hair hangs down from the shoulders, and the tail of the hair is lightly on Kyōraku's chest. Shaking slightly; her face was hidden in the shadow of the black pine, and her facial features and expression could not be seen clearly, only a vague and slender outline could be seen. She gently rested her chin on Kyōraku's shoulder, and her long hair brushed his arm, like a whisper or a sigh.
"Oil~"
This sound came from the void, dragging on extremely long and slowly
The sound of the taiko drum and the chanting overlapped together to form a standard and complete opening of a Japanese opera.
"Kyōraku!"
Bakuzan Katori's voice was breathy, and he came from a distance Shunpo with several Squad Member. The naginata "Storm King" was still in his hand, with dried blood stains on the blade.
She just felt a strong Reiatsu. She was very familiar with Reiatsu, which was Kyōraku, but there was a change. It was a qualitative change from Bankai.
When Katori led his people to the edge of the battlefield, the battle was already over
Katori's sight swept across the battlefield
There were Quincy corpses all over the ground, as well as those figures in Soul Reaper clothes who would never move again. She did not hesitate. Shunpo came to Kyōraku and saw him sitting calmly on the ground, with his head lowered and his hands hanging down weakly. Zanpakutō was lying flat on the ground, holding the handle of the knife half loosely with both hands.
"Kyōraku, are you okay?"
Katori stood beside him and asked, Katori also had a large amount of Quincy's Reiatsu remaining on her body. Those Quincy appeared from the shadows and surrounded her heavily. The first thing he did when he rushed out of the encirclement was to confirm the other surrounded team, which was the Kyōraku team.
Kyōraku raised his head slightly and looked at Katori's reflective glasses. "Captain... tell me, is war wrong?"
Katori was stunned for a moment.
"What?"
Kyōraku shook his head, as if he was answering Katori, but also as if he was asking himself
"Captain... I feel guilty."
Katori frowned, squatted in front of him, and spoke in a rare softer tone, "What are you talking about?"
Kyōraku has no answer.