Tutor Time

Today was a field trip. Hannah had taken a few novices of the spellcraft division out into the world to give them some real experience. This little hamlet was nestled out of nowhere and had some rudimentry protection against Hollows, though they weren't completely free of them. As such, people needed to come and help out, and that was what she was here for, along with the kids she had brought out here today. The novices were nervous to be out in the field, but that was the point. Real world experience would help them in the future, even if Hannah was around to help them if anything major went down or happened outside of their capabilities.

Ignore the spacial dislocation barrier Hannah had set up to prevent anything from getting it. It was the feel of the matter that was important.

To teach them not to be wholly reliant on their spiritual powers, Hannah set up a nice tent and began wholly mundane dignostics. The 4th division were medics in every sense of the word, as trained in simple arts as they were in Kaido, and Hannah had picked up some cool oriental medicine during her time in Kokuyuteshi, so she was somewhat of a doctor herself. Even without the Kaido, she could give help.people recover from gripes, grips, and ills that they might be suffering. Having brought some medicine with them, that was exactly what she was going to do.

Grinding and applying was something Hannah couldn't handle for a while, given the state of her body. And the application was important for the kids to learn, so she let them do it and simply dictated. Hannah expected the Shinigami hanging around to come visit, since her spiritual pressure was ragged and there was clearly something going on inside her. But as the hours creeped on, she did not do anything like that and just lingered on the edge. Which was fine, Hannah was a stranger so she didn't expect someone like that to come over and get treated. Besides, she had enough problems of her own here, dealing with the myriad of issues that people had managed to get.

"How did you get a gunshot wound?" Hannah asked incredulously, giving the unwrapped wound a spiritual probing. They were pretty far from a proper centre of civilization, so it was not like a bad mugging.
"We got firearms that work on Hollows for our self-defence. And Marrik is not as good of a shot as he thinks he is" the man replied with a grin. The wound decently tended to and wouldn't get infected, but would definitely be a painful few weeks and leave a nasty scar when it did heal. So Hannah lent her hand there and showed that sometimes, expedience was better than experience and healed the wound with her Kaido, leaving a discoloured patch of skin as the only thing to show there was ever a wound.

Two hours into this mixed lesson of spiritual and physical, Hannah would note the Shinigami was fluxuating more and more, and growing distant as if she was leaving the hamlet. The pressure that must be putting on her body would be painful to the extreme. Shaking her head and refusing to stand by and watch anymore, Hannah washed her hands and gave command over to the most senior of the novices, shaking her head as she walked over to the woman.
"What is it with self-destructive people in my life?" Hannah asked rhetorically, picking up speed a great deal once she felt the barrier was under attack. Arriving there, she found the Shinigami shooting crude and oversaturated Hadō at the barrier she had set up.

"Dart out and grasp the foe, hold tightly in your blinding embrace, Restrict eight evils and raise twelve trees. Bakudo 89: Steel Jacket"

Hannah didn't mess about with this woman and just paralyzed her with a high level Bakudo, pinning her to the spot.
"Nygh! No! Please, I need to get away from here before..." the woman was cut off by a bout of extreme pain that made her scream. The soul ripping at itself in what, this close, Hannah could see was an Inner Hollow slowly going out of control.
"Because of the Hollow?" Hannah asked. The Shinigami must have contracted it while protecting this place, and felt to embarrassed to go find help. As new, young Vizards often did...

Hannah would watch for a few moments, as the woman seemed against telling Hannah the obvious. Hell, if she was up front about it then she'd not be in this situation to begin with. Whatever public opinion eventually was of Ulv, she was a god-send for new Vizards that were too scared or embarrassed of their status to tell anyone. Stepping forward to put a hand on the woman's chest, Hannah felt her soul flensed to the raw nerve. There was no helping this woman anymore. She was too far gone, the hollow would take over completely in a few hours. And trying to extract it now would need a Vizard of Zin's capacity to not kill the woman. Even then, she'd be spiritually incapacitated for years.

"Pl...lease. Take Rashomon and look after him...You are a Shinigami as well, right?" the woman finally stated, looking up at Hannah. Hannah didn't have the heart to tell her that spirits died with the owner, but drew her sword anyway. Comfort in these final moments was the best she could do for the woman.
"I am, yes. Despite misteps and misgivings over the years, they are still my people" she commented. If this had all happened before Abalia, could Hannah have found the courage to stay here, and help the woman in her final moments? To not just blast her into oblivion and go about her day. Or even just ignore her and let her hollowfy so it was less guilt to kill her...

Introspection time was cut short when the woman vomited a white mass that curled and covered her face, the final stage of Hollowfication beginning. While someone of Kisuke's genius may have been able to stop it, or someone like Zin able to split the Hollow from the host, Hannah was unfortunately neither. And there was no time for either of them to get here - even if they did follow the words of a simple woman from Lux Orior - before the process was complete. Closing her eyes and exhaling a gentle breath, she spoke one final word that had a deep baggage and trauma related to her and Shinigami. Ironic, how things came full circle in such a way.

"Halharl Infigar"

A billow of wind caught fire and melted bone in a flash of power, so quick the woman probably didn't even feel the heat before she was disintegrated. The spirit in the Zanpaktou dissipated after his woman was killed, and the sword was empty again. It represented a lot for Hannah, a lot of fear and a lot of pain, and a lot of loss. But...maybe also, some hope? Blazing her spiritual energy through it to shift it's form, she would have it take the appearance of a pair of gentle silken gloves. Memories of Peach came to her mind, the Spirit always close to her heart even when they were unable to truly meet each other. Was this a gift from the heavens from reconciling her issues? However it turned out, she had a new lease on life, and a second chance to be with Peach. Finally....