Olympic Pickings [private]

As an Arrancar, Cyrell didn't find any particular difficulty in destroying stuff. Firstly, however, she would need to find the Reiatsu-Tempered Steel. She had performed theoretical calculations as to its composition; precise values for its dielectric and conductive co-efficients at various values of energy for electromagnetism, as well as its spiritual signature, as in fact a reiatsu detector of sufficient fineness could detect it. One thing she had noted was that the formation of Reiatsu-Tempered Steel needed a "seed" in the theoretical framework. The prediction she had was that she would likely find it clumped like ore, and would not have to melt down the entirety of the steel. Upon setting her Scanner to scan for materials with the properties of Reiatsu-Tempered Steel, she found this hypothesis to be correct. There were six different sites where the ore existed. Most of them were in manhole covers and lampposts, though one was ingrained into the steel of a building. Cyrell set to work firstly on the manhole covers. Firstly, she identified a site, and retrieved her zanpakuto. Nothing was as hard as a zanpakuto, and so it was easy for her to roughly cut out the shape of the reiatsu-synthesized steel. She then repeated this with all of the other sources but for the building.

As the buildings creaked and the alarms were sounded, Cyrell decided that now would be a prudent time to make her exit. By tearing a hole in space, she created a Garganta, and swiftly stepped through it. After solidifying the ground beneath her feet with reiatsu, she ran through to Hueco Mundo, where she exited. Repeating the process put her back inside her workshop in Hokkaido, far away from any spiritual hotspots.

She quickly dropped her bag upon the desk and drew out the pieces of steel. She withdrew also her notepad and began to make meticulous notes on the process of what she had found, writing down several numbers she got up on the screen of her scanner. Afterwards, she removed the scanner. She toted up the properties of the steel, turning back to the relevant page of the notebook. How would she separate the good stuff from the crap? Simple. The melting point for this steel was much higher than regular steel.

Cyrell heated up the furnace. It was second nature to her now. The room got super warm, and she cracked a window, wiping her brow with a filthy cloth that was laying amongst a pile of metal shavings on a bench.