Unseen Savior (Akira/Hannah)

Hannah dropped gracefully from the sky at the front door, and gave a gentle knock, before realizing who was the owner, and letting herself in. This job had been marked semi-urgent by her agency, so he wasn't bleeding to death but it would be appreciated if the work could be done as soon as possible. Though the difficulty was also quite considerable, so it had languished for a few days before Hannah picked it up. After all, she had Chizuru now, she needed a good bit of change to impress the missus.

"What was his name again? Did he even give me his name?" Hannah would ask herself, making her way to the man through his reiatsu. It was ragged and implied he was quite badly wounded. But specifics, as ever, would have to wait until she got there.

Well, someone was paranoid, weren't they? The seals that filled this area were considerable. She might even have to exert herself if they were used against her. She doubted they would, but people were unreliable.

"Kisuke's ex. What a surprise" she would exclaim, teasing him some before stepping in. "I am fine on a drink, thank you. After all, that is quite the ouchie you have" She'd state, giving a gentle nod towards the hole in his leg, and stepping in.

"You'll want to be somewhere comfortable. That kind of wound doesn't heal quickly or easily, even if you are Unohana"

"And you are an expert in all things Kaido, I surmise? A master of who even Unohana stands impressed by" Hannah would reply, shaking her head. Following him over to the seat, she would take a seat herself and then put a barrier around him. And then Adamant Kiss to reinforce the house's internals. Such an action became clear a moment later when Hannah unleashed her power and it exploded through the house. Without the reinforcing barrier, Akira would be living in a box of kindling after that explosion of power.

Cracking her fingers, Akira's spiritual sight was once again gifted with the glorious sight of Hannah's universe. Power weaved into power, wrapping around itself a thousand times like the most complicated game of Cat's Cradle ever played. Hannah sat at the center of a web of power and plucked strings like a harpist. And what grand music she played.

There would be a slight distraction from the sight however, as Akira's leg began to violently roil in agony as the bone oozed slowly towards it's disconnected brother. Hannah had apparently ditched the anaesthetic properties of Kaido in exchange for raw focus and power on the regenerative side.

Hannah could feel Daisy's wordless but intense delight at the Shinigami - Vizard, but semantics - crying in pain. The friendly, nice and gentle part of her was always hiding the part of her that represented Hannah's more modern feelings. Coming to terms with the hatred she had in her for her own race didn't mean it went away, after all. And Spirits...well, they mirrored you, sometimes in extremis.

The work was going very slowly. Cuts, and breaks she could whip up in seconds, but a whole new bone and leg...that was more. Creating a sheath of bone that connected to the rest of it, she could begin working on the internals. Creeping marrow and vein inside and oozing downwards. Akira, however, would ask quite a question that had her look up at him. Not that she needed to look at his leg anyway.

"You can see my energy? That's cool. As for why, it's basically a trade secret. I can't exactly go around telling people why I am so valuable, can I?"