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Ran continues to work towards cleaning up the area so that they can start rebuilding soon. He glances over at Loki as he works listening to the other man speak. He then gives the man a guilty grin. "So that was where he was headed." Ran says. As he refocuses on his task. "He was here a little while ago I made him help me here." Ran says as he drops more trash into the trash pile. "He said he thought he saw a Hollow and ran after it as it ran farther north. Was not aware it was his first battle or I would have gone after him." Ranmaru hopes that he had not made a mistake letting Ben run off alone. He also hoped that the boy would be back soon. With little to no injuries. "Sorry Loki but I needed help and I thought that the battle was winding down." Ran grins sheepishly at Loki knowing he could have and probably did get Benjiro in a lot of trouble. "But hey some of the chaos from the invasion was over here too so." He lets the thought trail off as he continues to work.

Meanwhile somewhere else in the northern rukongai Ben making his way back to Ran. The hollow that he had seen had managed to escape him by ripping some sort of hole into the sky. Ben would have followed if he had not tripped and fallen face first into the mud. Much to the amusement of his weapons who were once again chanting train, train, train. The lad sighed wondering just how he had become a seated officer. Maybe it was a good thing Ran had forced him to help rebuild the Northern Rukongai. After a bit of walking Ben realized that he had gotten himself lost. He sighs again and keeps moving. And wondered how long till he was demoted or kicked entirely out of the Shinigami and sent back where he came from. After quite a bit of walking he finally rejoins Ran and freezes when he sees his fathers back. The boy hunches his shoulders and approaches the two. "Hey Ran, Hi Dad, the Hollow escaped through some kind of rip in the sky." He says feeling dejected. He immediately begins to help clear up the area. Maybe another day he would be able to prove his worth.

While he was moving along at a relatively slow pace, Mirrikh had eventually made his way into the Northern area of the Rukongai, and although it wasn't the most devastated of the fighting areas. He could already smell the blood and decay that was the destruction left behind by the Hollows. It was a good thing that he had decided to come here in order to help out with the clean up, as his stomach had immediately begun to growl once again. Mirrikh's gaze snaps around immediately, yellow and red eyes scanning for the first corpse that he could come across. He did not care about the lost souls at this moment, they were most likely devoured almost before the bodies even hit the ground. Mirrikh wanted a meal or three, and he knew he would be able to find something here, even if they weren't his preferred source of sustenance. Shaking his head slowly, he walked forward to the first partially collapsed building and leaned downwards in order to draw up a beam that had collapsed. Not to his surprise, a civilian had been crushed beneath it and yet they began to stir a little as the weight of the beam had come off of them. "Well.. That wont do, now will it?" Mirrikh says aloud before his free hand shifts slightly into something similar to a bone tipped spear. The spear immediately thrusting into and through the partially crushed male civilian and ending their life in an instant, a rather merciful death for sure, of course as the spear sank in, it would then stretch outwards from underneath him and open up into jaws. Crushing the male within it's newly spawned serrated teeth and then swallowing the whole corpse up soul and all. A look of something akin to ecstasy would cross his quickly twisted features before he snapped himself back into the role he had disguised himself as and dropped the beam upon the ground once again. There was only one person there after all, but with a corpse cleaned up he had basically assisted in repairs of the area a little right? Mirrikh rolled his shoulders in a shrug and began walking forwards once again heading deeper into the Northern area of the Rukongai.

Mirrikh grinned to himself as he walked forwards, every once and a while he would physically snuff a fire out, or move some broken and fallen building materials out of his path. A motion that was seemingly pointless to him, but to those that had noticed his good deed, it was like he was a savior for them all! A handy thing to be known for, he would stop on occasion to oversee a wounded civilian. Simply frowning over their injury and then informing them that it was not life threatening, even when it was, which made those that observed him even more grateful! By the time he had reached the inner portion of the Northern Rukongai, he may not have gotten as many meals as he had planned, but he was practically a savior to all of these weak creatures that were scrambling around him. Yet the urge for him to gobble them up had only intensified, especially when a group of these civilians were all huddled and yelling about the smaller corpses. They weren't planning to eat them? Why waste energy standing around then when they wanted to fix their homes to look like the other ones? Mirrikh would roll his yellow and red eyes, before he turned and headed down a smaller alleyway that was less filled with people and not actually even damaged as much as the main area. They must have continued down a different path then the one he had chose while walking through with their endless charade of death and devouring. As he approached a figure in the distance, a single one of his eyebrows peaked upon the observation that it was actually a shinigami. Of course, they appeared to be wounded to a degree and attempting to patch themselves up. Mirrikh slowly moved towards the shinigami, as he dropped down to one knee before them and held out a single black finger painted hand. "Let me look that over, I may be able to do some minor healing as I've been doing on my way through while repairing the damage.." He says, while holding back the urge to simply devour this shinigami before him. He had held himself for a while from wrecking havoc and destroying in order to keep up his rouse, but things were quickly becoming to get out of hand as far as his hunger was concerned.

"No! I'm alright. I've already got it wrapped.. Who are you? I don't recognize you around here.. What seat and division are you in!?" The wounded male shinigami demanded hurriedly as they yanked their wounded leg away from Mirrikh. Mirrikh simply smiled, a smile that was quickly beginning to turn menacing at the edges of his lips. "I am Sanada, Mirrikh. Unseated Division Twelve.. I was instructed to help out where I could, and sensed your reiatsu down here and thought you might be..." He did not even bother to fully finish the sentence, his right hand forming into clawed fingers and sinking right into the chest of the male before him. Actually jutting into the building wall that was behind them in a flash. A single eye forming on the back of his head only moments before to glance back down the alley in case anyone else had decided to follow or look in upon them, which he was thankful that they had not. The male before him spitting blood immediately as a look of complete fear that had spread across their face. Mirrikh's grin only widens as his lips begin to tear at the edges and his mouth full of serrated teeth reveals across the entirety of his face almost as if his head was opening in half. He immediately chomped down upon the head of the male, and practically slurping him up like a noodle before the shinigami could register the events that took place or even scream. "Injured.." With the body and soul immediately consumed Mirrikh rose upwards to his feet and turned to begin walking back out of the alley and continue his way forwards along the main road. "Well.. At least I'm mostly full now.." He says with a normalized grin upon his face once again. His yellow and red eyes would soon fall upon a burning and collapsed building, while the remainder of his senses could practically taste charred and torn flesh on the other side of those walls. A barely hidden grin immediately formed as he walked forwards directly into the flames and snuffed them out with sheer physical attacks while actually moving burning timber and other debris to one side in the process. Soon he had managed to not only put the flames out, but also made it through the building and to the other side. The sight that he immediately came upon, and the subtle words from a shinigami near by confirming them, was enough to almost bring his mouth to water once again. A small pile of the dead, and a few Shinigami standing about attempting to decide what to do with it? What a treat! Mirrikh slowly walked forwards towards the pile of dead, pushing the eager grin from his features and forcing a look of solemnness. "I can take care of these, I think the civilians have seen and smelled enough burning dead." He says aloud, before reaching down towards the zanpakuto he held at his waist. Drawing the simple weapon from it's sheath, he raises it upwards with both hands before him while pointing the blade at the ground. "Converge thy body to mine. Release within my form, and emerge thy new form onto those before us, Buraddodēmon!" He exclaims into the air, while sinking the weapon into his own stomach in a style similar to seppuku. The blade itself immediately sinking into his body and vanishing entirely, as a wave of reiatsu on par with something almost stronger than a standard Captains would rush out over the area. His body immediately convulsing and soon he would raise a single hand upwards as the entire arm would launch forward like a mass of flesh and bone, colliding with the pile of bodies and almost appearing to absorb them all into itself until there was not even a drop of blood left upon the ground where they had been lain. As soon as this act was done, Mirrikh rebounded backwards for show as the arm reformed back to how it should appear. The shinigami attire of that arm actually torn and ripped to threads for added effect as he grabbed at his chest with his other hand and yanked forwards as if drawing something out. The weapon he had stabbed himself with earlier appearing to generate itself into his palm and then be yanked out of his body, as he drops to one knee and slides it back into it's sheath. The intense pressure of reiatsu immediately subsiding as the weapon clicks back into place.

Mirrikh would slowly raise to his feet, as he looked upwards again in the direction of Logi and the other shinigami that were with him. Actually even forcing his lips to enter into a pained smile as he took a single step forwards towards them, and bowed his head in greeting. "I am Sanada, Mirrikh, I apologize for the display, for that was the form my spirit decided on.." He says simply, his yellow and red eyes watching the other shinigami before him as he spoke. He could tell that he really did not need to fear any of these beings, after all with everything he had consumed on the way here, he had practically brought himself to a greater form of existence! Even so, he wanted to continue to keep up his rouse for a little longer, and what better way than to get to know the locals that he came across. At least the non-injured ones anyway. He casually brushed the dirt from his knees after having dropped himself down to them moments prior in order to keep the show going, though he did not get a chance to devour the souls of those he had just devoured, their bodies were good enough for the time being at least. Now he just needed to wait for the ones before him to either introduce themselves, or simply continue away and off on whatever they had planned to do. Either way did not matter to him, he was only passing through and making it seem like he was helping out!