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Shunketsu was about to mention something about price tags, but decided against it...

"ano...Miyoko-taichou...we're here for hohou training, or so the sign says...and since you have your katana out, but none of us have been instructed to do the same...I'm guessing...we're going to have to run away from you in order to secure our very survival?"

Shunketsu was never really one to run away...but something about the woman scared him...Looking around to see who else shared his feeling towards the sensei, Shunketsu noticed Long looked quite different than the Long he knew...The calm, emotionless Long was now barely able to stand...and Shunketsu wondered why...

When Banriyu had arrived at the top of the hill he looked around at all his classmates and smiled. He over heard a few of the others saying that everyone was going to play a game of tag. 'Interesting', Banriyu thought to himself. He hadn't played a game of tag since he was just a small boy.

This is too good for her to pass up of course. She lands not too far from the group on the hill, her hair fluttering in the faint breeze, and a grin on her face. She's wearing one of those new uniforms too, only hers has a completely different number on it. Hers has the number "11". Aichou grins as she walks toward the little grouping, having her sword already drawn and across her shoulder. Her red eyes are shining a little brighter than usual today, for some reason, and the white overcloak, the Haori, of her uniform, has jagged torn holes where there would be normally sleeves. She's not in her leather for once, but in a black shinigami uniform under the haori, that's been tailored to fit her form.


"Yo."


All she says as she stops, and leans against a rock..

When she smiled at Hikari, there was something veiled underneath it. Turning the zanpakuto in her hand, she made a quick twist, as the blade pivoted in front of her.

"Jiten, Tenkaodoriko!" there was a brief burst of reiatsu, though it was contained, and the blade changed. In her hands, the katana shortened, the blade taking on a milky bluish-white color, similar to that of ice. The actual metal of the blade became jagged, similar to how one might imagine an icicle in art. Snowflakes drifted around the blade almost perpetually, a constant cool filling the air around her.

"You're right, Hikari. Almost right," and reiatsu swelled out from the woman like blood oozing from a wound, pouring over those who covered the top of the hill, of course, the only one who wouldn't feel the crushing pressure was Aichou, as the others were practically chained to their places.

"We hate to do this to you. But we want you all to be prepared for the things you might see. Our information indicates that one of them has the final release. Again, I apologize in advance.." she stiffened then, blade extending upward in her hand

"Ban... KAI!"

Miyoko's voice vibrated across the hill, a subtle tremble starting under the feet of the students, before the tremble became a tremor, and the hill shook, stray rocks tumbling over the side to the depths of the forest below. The explosion of power jutted upward, a swirl of dust following in the movements of her reiatsu as it seemed to wrap around her like a second skin, clinging to her, and filling every pore with energy. The students of course, wouldn't escape this unnoticed. The power that crawled across the hilltop was chilling to the touch, and left one cold almost to the bones.

Inside the swirling mass of dirt, debris, and power, there was a change in progress, not just to the sword, but to the woman herself. Outside however, there was nothing, before suddenly, in a backwash of power, the dirt scattered across the battlefield, the brilliant light which had surrounded her fading.

The woman that stood there in the middle of the crater which she had put in the hill, was certainly not the same woman she had been when the energy had first exploded out from her. This woman was instead clad in a kimono that appeared as if it were made from snow itself, trembling with each movement. Her breath, warm, fogged in the air around her as she stepped forward. The blade, one could note, was more than just a sword, instead, it had lengthened, and was now what appeared to be an elegant white ribbon that flowed around her body, giving her an almost heavenly appearance. Indeed, she looked like a tennyo, a celestial maiden of legend.

The skin which had been dark, compared to others of Soul Society, was now pale and pure as snow, her eyes, black as coals, and her hair, a flowing curtain behind her, interwoven with pins in the intricate shapes of snowflakes. Miyoko no longer seemed entirely herself, indeed, it was almost as if she'd given control of her body exclusively to the spirit in her zanpakuto.

"Kouki Fuyu Miyabita Tenkaodoriko..." (lit. Final Winter's Elegant Snow Dancer) murmured softly. When she posed, it was evident that there was a small shuriken in her hand, this also in the shape of a single snowflake, sparkling as her blade had done only moments before.

Without a word, she lifted her hand, the shuriken spinning in her fingers, as the long white veil attached to it spiraled around her body.

"Hyoukai no Mai.." (lit. dance of the frozen sea) the glow of the shuriken indicating that she was indeed, activating the blade in some fashion. As the spiral around her increased, her body twisted in an elegant step, before spiraling with the movement of the veil, letting it wrap around her body, before the shuriken struck the ground and the veil seemed to separate into a thousand tiny sparks of light.

As it did so, what appeared to be shields of ice, though mostly transparent, jutted upward around the students, most likely as a defensive barrier, as the entirety of the top of Sokyoku hill exploded in a shower of snow.

And when the snow cleared, and the shields fell to the ground.

..The entire hill had been blanketed with a layer of jagged looking ice, a crystal field of pure white snow and bluish ice, thick and hard as razors. Miyoko glanced upward then, as the shuriken drifted back into her hand from above, the shimmering white veil wrapping back around her body as she stood in the center of it all, as natural as anything.

The students had been spared any damage. But the shock value likely made up for it tenfold.

"This is what you may have to face.."

Haruko glanced towards the other who had come, wearing a similar uniform, except with "11" instead of "2" on the back. She recognized the face from her first class, but just as that though entered her head, a massive force flowed over her. It was incredibly difficult to stay standing, let alone turn back to look at the first instructor. The pressure was pushing down on her so hard that the instructor's voice seemed but a faint echo in the distance, yet she heard the word that she said very clearly. And what happened next surprised Haruko enough to lose control over her body and collapse to her knees. She had never felt such a power, and never seen such a sight as the instructor's bankai being released, and at that moment it seemed quite possible to her that she might never again.

The pressure seemed to loosen, or Haruko may have just been adjusting, but she was able to awkwardly rise to her feet. Suddenly there was a sort of explosion, and before her eyes the entire hill was blanketed in snow and ice. Haruko just stood there in shock, her legs feeling like rubber, her eyes wide, and her mouth gaping. She realised this wasn't the full extent of the sword's power, but she also realised just how fearsome and powerful a bankai was.

Shunketsu's knees were shaking...his face pale...his hands unable to be kept still...

Th...Th...That...was...Bankai...

Shunketsu felt weak...apparently unused to such reiatsu pressure...and was also amazed by what had happened to Sokyoku...although a small grin could be seen on his face...just a small one

Aichou leaps up and points her sword at the loud person..then she pops her neck from side to side, and grins at Nagi, and ruffles his head in return as if he was just some kid. Heh. That's just Aichou. She flicks her fingers in a 'peace' sign at the little girl who inherited her hat, then idly waves at the rest of them.


"Oi, Miyoko-chan! You've been doing some dirty things, learning that stuff when I wasn't looking! When did you learn to do that, huh? You're going to drown these kids unless you ease off the pressure a little..they're just runts, and you'd hate to send them home to their families or friends or gangs all flat like a rice cake, hmm?"

"Hehe, Aichou-taicho is Aichou-taicho afterall," Nagi chuckled before pulling an apple out of a pocket and took a bite from it. "Wow, Miyoko your hardcore," Nagi taunted taking another bite from the apple. He was obviously trying to disturb the class for the heck of it even though everyone would jump him for it. He took another bite out of the apple before scanning the students. Most of them familiar faces. Nagi took another bite just incase Aichou decided to stab her zampakuto into the apple or something dangerous like that and then the apple would be wasted.