Are You Even Worth It? [AKIRA/DRAGON]

AKIRA TAIRITSU - Blue. Inner Hollow: Purple

Horror.

It was the only word which could define the current circumstance playing out before his golden gaze, shrieks of anguish that acted like a symphony to the sky around, praying to anything yet falling on a silence and to be absorbed by the monstrosity that so sluggishly needn’t do anything but sit there as an entire town was brought to heel. On this outskirts. Akira could feel the rush of adrenaline, a tension that he had not felt since the War. The black boot stepped to the right, moving to depart the town and leave it to the Adjucha. Only for -it- to speak.

"Cute. It’s so like you to avoid conflict, for all that righteousness, you’re still just a boy from that little homestead. Do you hear them? The screams?”

Zathrusta was always cruel, though it was rare that it egged Akira on to engage in a fight when the spiritual pressure difference alone would cause many to realize this was a lost cause from the get go. Damn that beast. It knew what to say, to encourage action, knowing full well this is a combat that required full commitment.

"Damn you.”

Akira then twisted on the spot, weaving his fingers in a motion across his body after they traced the base of a constantly dripping zanpaktou, a darker blue reiatsu moving in the formation of a Bakudo barrier membrane across flesh that was enhanced by the basic power, listening to the chuckles of his Inner Hollow. One was excited, the other less so. From a glance, he could tell the reiatsu being poured into this mist and it returning to the Adjucha, following these leylines or otherwise connections due to the Sight, deciding now was better than ever to begin a swift advancement. This wasn’t a winning battle, but it was one to test his mentality.

The Shinigami found his black boots touching and leaping from the outskirt rooftops that began to collapse, presuming the intense spiritual energy that he held would have already acquired this beasts attention.

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There was an element of anxiety that was being thrust into Akira’s core as the thrumming heartbeat pounded viciously against the ribcage, each step of the boot trudging through thick sludge and which wasn’t decompressed by this Dragon’s primal power. This wasn’t a conflict of life or death. This was an inconvenience for her, a suicidal stunt by this ant whom comparatively must have been another creature that thought it was the protagonist or some story. Ironic.

Soft lips parted as his sight watched with interest at where this vapor was coming from, mutterings of an Incantation beginning to rise as the left hand twitched, serene blue outline of a Bakudo membrane evident, as once this build up of reiatsu was complete and incantation stated, a large thick rod of light blue hue resonated into the palm before being thrown at the Adjucha!

"Bakudō #62. Hyapporankan!”

It rapidly replicated itself into a hundred or so rods, as he’d skid and jump onto one of the semi-decomposed buildings, though this Bakudo had been altered, seemingly following unseen reiatsu lines that his sight granted, being less like thick rods with the intent to pin her in place but shift into thinner points. He had reduced the potency of it for the size, aiming for them to strike into a multitude of places underneath the scales and reduce her capacity to exude this miasma!

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Akira’s eyes shot wide in horror as the Adjucha’s acidic mist radiated out and reduced such a strong Bakudo into nothing but mere picks comparatively, even after a full incantion, there was a rate of which spiritual energy could degrade but in his current state, to even humor the thought of anything stronger was hilarity incarnate. There was an instinct to retreat. Then did his eyes shift to his zanpaktou, letting out a gentle exhale, steeling himself before moving the tip into the sheathe whilst his legs carried him in an encircling manner through the mulch that was the streets.

When was the last time he released his Shikai?

Was it -then-?

There was an element of hesitation, though witnessing this beast, hands trembling as sweat dripped across the palm, finally able to usher those words after too long at best.

"Bring them peace, Rivu-aiasan.”

He claimed softly as the sheathe of the blade began to darken, a coelsion of water which covered the entire blade, shifting to a brutal inky blackness whilst the droplets of moisture around his from ceased movement, before finally did he unsheathe a blade with a core of wavey blue, a shimmer as if waves lapped on the surface of a body of water. The hilt was black, a gemstone of blue within the bottom and clearly the material resembled more barnacle than anything else, yet there was more.

Within 40ft of the Shinigami did he manage to call forth four large beachball sized spheres of water, one constantly above him, the other two about 15ft off each flank yet the fourth was definitely at the edge of his range. This increase of his potency being around two hundred percent, comparatively to her? Most likely nothing but Akira, whom hadn’t felt it in a while, felt alive.

"You’ll receive my best.”

There was a cold retort, as for the brief moment Akira’s focus on the furthest orb had it move rapidly, altering itself into a wide, muzzle like structure as it aimed to cover her capacity to breathe and strike salt water into the eyes to disorientate the Adjucha, trying to keep on the move whilst using her size against her.

Shikai:

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Now.

That pale greyish reiatsu began to build up, boots stepping onto the left most influence of water as it was used as a method of transportation, but Akira found that if the beasts armor was too strong for him to break through. Then he’d aim for something more. Rivu-aisan was thrust ahead, left arm gesturing back to the sphere of salt water behind him, abandoning the incantation as its strength was reduced by a quatre or so. During this charge phase, a brief moment to act.

Gaki Rekko.

An emerald circle forged around the tip of the blade before a sudden burst of green energy began to thrust itself through the air at the Adjucha, aiming to exploit this brief moment land a direct hit, as each of these streams and disconnected strikes though shot in a caged formation, leaving time to dodge or even taking it straight on. He had altered it though, so the impact was reduced in potency, drastically increasing the back end of it to hammer down and cause shockwave based damage to internally cause her harm.

Regardless though, it came at a cost.


It was then these bala’s created a light show within the eve sky, brutally making their way around Akira’s current placement, eyes granting him insight into their personal touch though it didn’t mean much. It only informed him of the pain to come. The instinctive body of water which carried him, bolted him to the right side as one tore earth, concrete and all else upward, though the gas thrust out, reaching the left arm as it began to eat away at the Bakudo membrane, eliciting a shriek of pain, as hot tears formed in the corners of his eyes, Gaki Rekko dropping.

"Nargh! Argh…Argh….B-Breathe…”

There was a mulch of both his left sleeve and a thin layer of flesh which it had taken, though this bleeding didn’t seem to wish to end, even as the membrane was refocused around it to stem most of it. The pain could not be helped.

"Tsk. You’re an insufferable little thing but I don’t fancy being assimilated by my own kin, such insolence to think I can be consumed.”

Akira didn’t need it nor the condescending attitude, though being consumed wasn’t appealing either, using the left hand to dip into the sphere which was carrying him and focusing on a muttering, empowering: Hadō #88. Hiryū Gekizoku Shinten Raihō, by after incantation but also further still by twenty five percent due to his own Shikai’s capability, storing it within the sphere.

"I….I re-really have gotten weak…”

There was a hint of stubbornness to him as the sphere was the only thing granting him some movement right now, knees finally heeding their masters command in standing as his marred hair and sullied features stared with intent against the Adjucha.

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So.

This was it.

The stinging pain which was coming from his body was no doubt the only thing keeping his mind off the physical toll it took to produce so many Kido in a rapid succession, it was his speciality but the higher they are, the more dangerous they become to cast. Such a focus also on the orbs of water, it truly was a miracle at this given point as Akira was reminded of the exhaustion of battle, hearing a shriek that tore into the core, knees buckling lightly as a terror grasped at his core. Life had been…Simple…It was all he could ask for after the torment, yet his body didn’t obey him. Akira wasn’t giving in on a physical level, feeling flesh abhorrently sting in the cold air, Bakudo membrane barely able to defend and divert itself to other areas of the body.

Then an image hit him.

He had spoken to so many since coming out of his own idealistic sphere, Sabriel, a lovely Arrancar as far as one could go. Hana, a beacon of hope for the Shinigami and what they could become, Hannah to some degree, displaying a brand new depth to reiatsu, Calypso whom he had shared a philosophical engagement with. These individuals all had contributed in some small way to his desire to live, new possibilities.

Teeth sunk into the lower lip, as the Adjucha reared itself with the attack, watching an ungodly amount of mist now fall onto the town below, his Bakudo membrane only managed to barely protect him against those Balas but this was intent. There was a burst of reiatsu from the Shinigami, left hand raising despite the pain as he clawed it across his facial features, a defiant, vibrating and strained:

"No!”

Burst forth, a midnight blue aura fluctuating from Akira as the man knew that if death were to come to him, then he may aswell confront that terror, Zathrusta, they would both go down. The trembling leg stepped into a Shunpo above, as this acidic mist blew across upper torso, neck and thigh, watching as the membrane was swiftly being dissolved and eaten, a pale white mask with two slits covering his features as tentacle like chitin wrapped around the back of his head, infusing his reiatsu with hollow energy and increasing his power by a further fifty percent. Now. He had to do it now.

Akira’s hand burst forth, releasing an incantationless #58. Tenran, a burst of whirling wind decidedly attempting to come forth and cause disruption to movement from the Adjucha, he doubted any wind based attack would be truly damaging. It was to keep her focus occupied and by extension limit movement, as the priorly stored Hadō 88. The sphere exploded, unleashing this vicious and potent burst of lightning based energy as it jolted through mist, aiming to impact and cause a brutal explosion. Regardless of the outcome of this attack, such a shockwave and Akira’s current situation, stamina and burns made it evident that this would result in him willhelm shrieking across the sky.

The mask would break, body breaking through tree and mulch alike as his zanpaktou skidded across the ground.