[Birth]<Superia>[Bankai Triall][INV]

H His attire had been successfully adorned, finishing up the extra material he needed. He strapped his bracer to his right forearm, just enough to remain cloaked by his robe. He then proceeded to pace toward his mattress to grab his Zanpakuto that lay bedside, reaching over and lifting it from the ground. He slipped it into a sash on his pants that layer under his robes and rested his white garment over the sheath. The blade was long in size, but far more deadly in open combat then a Katana. It scraped against the ground as he began walking away from his bed.


He flinched. Only slightly, but he did so as a Reiatsu signature had sparked to life just about the same time a Woman's voice did, surprising him he didn't hear her enter. He looked over to see a rather familiar doll-like face. She gave of an occasional vibe that even his most psychotic state couldn't duplicate. She was truly one of a kind. Superia.

Walking over to the kitchen station that had been placed inside the cave, he began to move different materials around for coffee.

"Tonight we unbar the door. I shall teach you secrets of the cauldrons brew."

"Not exactly breakfast in bed." He grunted distantly.

As his black brewed liquid began collecting into a container made to filter the grains, he faced Superia slowly as she continued her summoning speech, his eyes moving up and down as he examined the ritual. He hadn't seen any actual witch-craft before, and wasn't even entirely sure it had existed until now.

He watched intently, but remained expressionless. He was particularly moody in the morning..Or whatever time it was. Hard to tell in a damn cave. He leaned against the cave wall and he crossed his arms.

It seemed the ritual was using Satoshi as the product for transformation, he supposed it wasn't unlike Superia to greet him with a secret spell that was, once again, beyond his present mind's capability to grasp all at once.

Unfortunately all he could do was follow his mentor's instructions and hoped it wasn't going to be his last; thus was the nature of two beings that weren't adept at communication. Action was a lot more necessary in order to begin a conversation, and so there wasn't much of a briefing time to catch up on the details.

Yet, just as he felt only inclined to partake in the task, a heavy weight fell over his body as if a fever had suddenly set in. He knew this feeling all too well, and he had a feeling that whatever Superia was doing was making 'him' boil. His arms jolted up from his chest and grasped his stomach tightly.

It feels his sternum felt was twisted into a knot. He veered his head toward the singing Woman who instructed him to light candles and break bread. He would have never guessed that combination to work, though he wasn't Superia. His sternum throbbed with pain as each passing word was spoken. Damn.. Looks like all there was to do was go along with it.

Pushing himself off the wall, he began swiftly stepping toward the Cauldron, right hand remained clutched onto his belly. He was worried about the state of his inner self since he had last seen it.

Ever since meeting Superia, it had been quite a while since he had needed to deal with the utter vulgarity of society, and its actions that triggered him. If his inner emotions were pulled out, it would no doubt force his Zanpakuto along with it as well. They tended to travel together in eternal rivalry.

But this.. This feels different somehow. He could not feel his Zanpakuto's inner will trying to contain his Hollow in his subconscious, something he could usually do at will with ease if he concentrated. Nothing he could do.

He snapped his fingers so that his Reiatsu would do the work for him, but strangely he felt a collision of hollow energy along with his own that halted it, forcing him to set the candles in an even circle one by once.

He reached down to pick a candle from the circle, bringing it up to his face. His inspected it for a second, expecting it to light on its own. A sudden rush of energy from his spine had answered the question soon enoough. In a golden-crimson blaze of energy, Satoshi's Reiatsu burst around him like a grape and danced around him violently as he began clutching his stomach again.

He grunted in pain heavily, one of his eyes dimming into a dark, dull and lifeless yellow. Opening his mouth to scream, a stream of white liquid streamed from his mouth and stuck to his jawline. Churning almost immediately after, the liquid formed with red as well. It then harded onto his lower face with his mouth open, locking into a 'panther jaw' formation with sharp teeth.

When it finished forming, what came after seemed similar to that of a sneeze. His body shook from it, and his mask quickly shattered onto the floor as he did so. However, the energy that surrounded him had then snapped toward the candle all at once, lighting the tip of it ablaze and even scorching the first few centimeters of of the tip of the wax before it could properly melt.

He looked down half amazed at the candle, the other half of him stuck wondering about what exactly happened. But he remembered, Superia.

He shook away the disbelief in his head, and looked at the Woman, then quickly down at the next candle in front of him with one hand still clutched onto his stomach. He lit the candle and stood up, making sure not to blow out his candle from breathing heavily.


"Right.." He said with a large exhale.

He began walking around the circle, lighting the 4th from the opposite end of the 1st. Not long after, his Reiatsu began pulsating once more on a smaller scale but just enough to form a red-gold grunge aura around his skin.

Afterwards, he stepped inside the 'sacred' circle to gaze upon the cauldron as per her instructions. But was confused as to what to do when he got there.

"And how do I do that, exac-" His words quickly halted, both hands clutching his chest. His Reiatsu seeping out of his body once more, shooting out of him like a volcanic eruption and raising to the ceiling in a large cloud-like swirl of energy. Heavy gold and light crimson swirled and bubbled, the odor of blood and sulfur began filling the air as it seeped from.

The constant flow of energy and grunting of pain came to an abrupt end as a thundering shock wave had echoed across the entire cave system, amplifying the sound similar to a rocket was taking off. A flash of light had danced across the ceiling like a bolt of lightning, and then the energy quickly slammed downward into a single snake-like column of energy, surging into the cauldron and bubbling the ingredients with a bright, golden theme and crimson steam/smoke.

His body began shaking heavily from the energy that had been forcefully expelled from his body, narrowly pushing himself off the ground from a knelt position. He felt the urge to shout at Superia 'What the hell just happened?' But somehow he knew it was going to be rather pointless, and probably answered rather soon.

"I hope you know what you're doing." It was all he could think of.

He picked up the bread, and took an over-sized and aggressive chunk out of it, dropping it to the ground and letting it roll back towards the woman. He glanced at the liquid in her hand. Was she serious, a hand feeding?

His anger was getting tested, and he could feel himself growing a shorter fuse without a fire to light it with. Perhaps it had traveled into the cauldron.

"So be it." He said with a mouthful of bread. His hand reached out, two pale skins touching as he grasped her wrist. He leaned it, and pulled her hand over his mouth and waterfell the liquid into his throat, then backing away as he gulped down chunks of loaf and whatever strange liquid it was she gave him. It wasn't worse then what he was forced to drink living on his own.

He awaited a reaction, then heard his coffee 'ding' in completion. He peered over at it intently.

"Damn."

TThere was a hurricane of potential catastrophe, with Superia and Satoshi seemingly right in the eye. Energy from the Vizard hard whirled around, before smacking into the couldron previously. Even with that, there was still dangerously large amounts of energy bouncing around the cave which was most likely (and luckily) sealed off.

This was for their protection more then it was for other's. There were many things out there that could easily pick up that amount of energy, and take advantage of the situation. Alas, it seemed they wouldn't have to worry about it thanks to Superia.

They were both quite fortunate that the energy didn't manage to leak to the outside. There was no telling what kind of sort of kill-squad it could beckon towards us. And considering he felt like his body was quite literally being ripped into thirds, there wasn't a very large chance he was going to be any help if they did.

His attention was ripped away from the coffee pot unintentionally as his Quincy mentor placed her glove on his chest, causing pure crimson light to eminate off her hand as she inserted her Reiatsu. His own Reiryoku seemed to dislike her energy being placed, shooting in a spiral above him and before forming into an outline of what resembles a 'horned' hollow with cat ears.

The silhoutte formed and hovered over Satoshi, retaining a rather devilish smile made out of golden Reiatsu.Its sharp, feline-like eyes piercing down at Superia with killing intent as she continued to insert her Reiatsu.

Almost immediately afterward, the crimson figure was split in two, one of its halves becoming purely golden. Instead of a horn, it gained a samurai helmet with a horn adorned onto it, with a normal eye instead of feline. Yet, it was still smiling with a devilish grin, only this time it was crimson.

Something wasn't right.. He felt completely in-balanced in his energy, and he knew it was because of what Superia was doing. At this rate, he was going to completely lose himself. Something he hadn't done in a long time.

"What have y-...YOU DON'T UNDERSTAN-" His voice cut off every time he tried to take an extended breath, the very oxygen from his lungs being depleted as he felt his body slip away more, and more. Until..

The cauldron began bubbling furiously. Superia's pot previously filled with his energy was shaking with a rather loud rattle. Coming to a halt, it stopped completely before quickly shooting up in large clumps. The dark material then shot toward Satoshi in one large mass of blackened ingredients before sloshing all over his body and slithering down his figure.

"SUPERIA, WHAT IS THIS! WHAT DID YO~"

His voice was quickly cut off by the liquid finally forming a complete layer of a tar-like substance over his body. He had felt completely enveloped in his own body...A feeling he'd never thought he would have had to feel again. As if his own subconscious took over completely.

The blob formed in an egg shape before slowly rising into the air as crimson and golden energy began pouring into it like a cocoon of Reiatsu. In one massive eruption of the liquid, it splattered into 3 separate yet smaller eggs and shot them downward separately.

Black liquid began flooding onto the ground as the cocoons slowly began melting from top to bottom, revealing two heads of white hair and one head of black. One would think the white hair pair were the dangerous ones. But as the liquid had smelted off of all three of the figure's shapes and Reiatsu, the black haired form was quickly revealed to be of a hollow Signature, while one of the white haired egg shells began shedding off an energy that was similar to Satoshi's, yet seemed to involve less chaotic signatures and more of a 'safe' or a 'guardian' feeling to it.

Ironically, as their faces were finally revealed with eyes closed, all of them looked nearly identical besides garments.

The words his Quincy mentor had spoke were far from his mind as he suffered internal torment. With each passing second that the liquid had dripped from his skin, his mind had formed back into his body. Consciousness was now imminent, but that held true for the other cocoons as well.

The three shells consisted of the Vizard, Satoshi himself, his materialized Zanpakuto spirit, as well as his joyriding inner hollow. It seemed this occasion that was just as unavoidable as it was abrupt.

The bodies of the three were eerily still as the liquid melted, keeping them in place rather well even when they reached waist level. The Inner Zanpakuto spirit wore a black robe with red cloud symbols adorning it, a red scythe across his back. White slick back hair went back to his lower neck.

The Hollow spirit had a similar appearance though it was a much deeper and sinister crimson and black, and the rest was white. Long, black, and messy hair reached down to his lower chest. He wore a black robe with crimson and white trimming, with completely pale white skin that covered his entire body. Black fingernails were across each of his hands and toes, with light scars across his entire body.

Finally, the liquid was completely pooled across the ground and began forming and compiling toward the Hollow spirit, Ishotas. (Ih-Show-tus) All three of the figures stood unnaturally still, un-moving in almost a comatosed state the entire length of the process.

And then suddenly, all three sets of eyes shot open. The Zanpakuto spirit had deep deep crimson Iris' with grey sclera. Satoshi's eyes had devolved into regular black eyes as if the life had been sucked out of him, while his inner hollow retained the burning Golden eyes that Satoshi once had, except he had solid black Sclera.

The black that formed around Ishotas (The hollow) was now compressing into a crude shape which became more and more vivid. Even though the figures still stood completely still with eyes open, the liquid began moving on its own accord. With one last explosion of Reiatsu the liquid had snapped into form, revealing the appearance of a completely black and white three bladed scythe that was identical in shape to Kiyomemasu, Satoshi's Zanpakuto spirit.

As if whatever was holding them still had snapped its fingers and released them, all three of them fell to their knees abruptly, Satoshi and Kiyomemasu breathing heavily. With a light noise that resembled a laugh coming from Ishotat. Satoshi sprawled against the ground, grasping his stomach as he caught his breath.

Ishotat spoke softly

"So nice of you to visit... Superia." He chuckled, slowing rising to his feet with the black and white scythe in hand. His black hair shifted softly and picked itself off the ground, still hiding his face before he parted it with his hand, revealing Golden eyes with feline pupils.

"I've always wanted to try coffee."

Kiyomemasu cut in shortly after the comment.

"I heard it's rubbish." He grunted

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His eyes...They were the same as his own. Satoshi was simply incapable of understanding was going on right now. His head full of white had been copied with a head full of black. His entire outfit, his Zanpakuto. Wh-..Who was this guy? Was it him? No, that couldn't be hit. It must have been his hollow.

Why the hell did he look so similar? His face swerved to match Superia's, who stood off and away from the ritual circle to keep a close-eye on the progression. But as much as he expected her to look calm, collected, and emotionless to help his resolve and confusion of the situation, his eyes met hers and were only greeted back at him with an equal amount of confusion of the situation..She had no idea why they were both here either.

Satoshi was always a fan of old-stories and fables, epics and legends. The heroes and powerful kings who could grasp the true nature of change for their own benefit, yet still manage to adapt the world into a better place.

One such story he had heard repeated over and over again by his former Squad-12 captain, was that Bankai trials were always fought, in some way, against their Zanpakuto. Not with them. The only thing he could think of was that this wasn't just simply a test to receive a new level of power.

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being born in the shadow, that refused to be kept in the shadow. Satoshi's emotions. His amber eyes pierced the flesh of the being's before him. His Zanpakuto managed to scramble to his feet, before declaring Satoshi a fool for allowing Ishotat to escape. And perhaps he was right, too. Nobody in a very long time in his life-span had anyone ever told him what he should do with the power he acquired; for it was he that called down this power from the heaven's, and was cursed with such a fate of constant torment. And by pieces of his himself, no doubt. Fragments of memory long lost.

Kiyomemasu looked at Superia, then Satoshi before shaking his head and glaring back at the hollow before them. "Just..Ignorance. You're a fool, Satoshi. I've warned you the consequences of messing with things that shouldn't be messed with. This is beyond you."

"This is what happens when you mess with power that isn't yo-"

Ishotat's finger raised to his lips, signalling a 'shh'. And as if Kiyomemasu was being manipulated, his sentence was cut short with an abrupt huff of air.

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"Your one hell of a mouth-breather, aren't you Kiyo? Always have been."

Ishotat takes a sip, while Satoshi was stuck, frozen in fear. Kiyomemasu stood firmly, standing between Satoshi and Ishotat with his hand on his scythe.

"Mmm, rich...Speaking of which-" Ishotat poured out the rest of coffee onto the ground, before letting go of the glass. One would think it to simply fall from gravity and shatter into pieces. Yet the glass stayed afloat, seemingly surrounded by a vague golden glow of energy. Ishotat began walking toward the boundary of the ritual, his last foot colliding against an invisible barrier that seemed to keep his presence in the world in-tact. Stepping back, Ishotat looked at his hand, and gripped it into a fast.

"Oo, fancy. This barrier ain't half-assed at all. She's not your every-day alchemist. I like her, Satoshi. A keeper" He laughed with abrupt sarcasm, implying that alchemy has been a long abandoned practice compared to modern chemistry. Although a violent under-tone, the truly scary thing about Ishotat's voice was his calming confidence. He wasn't telling Satoshi this like it was his intentions, he was wording it like it was an inevitable outcome of this situation.

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Dust and debris quickly spread across the cave from the impact. A brief moment of calm and quiet was the last thing Satoshi needed; he couldn't tell what happened. One thing he has never told anyone about his powers..His Zanpakuto and his hollow. They aren't just random abilities and personalities thrown at him by coincidence, or luck the draw. They are not reflection's of Satoshi's life, they are embodiments of it. When his friends died long ago, their essence was transfered into Satoshi, and thus he carried on their unified goal with extreme longevity. But it was never enough. One mind was simply not strong enough to stabalize two other personalities, especially ones of more complexity then even his own.

The ironic serenity following the abrupt destruction of the cave was halted almost as fast as it hard started. A surge of black and gold energy crushed the dust particles away, sending a continous stream of rubble in every direction. It was soon revealed that Kiyomemasu had managed to dodge the attack, and counter-attack. Ishotat's neck was kept company by Kiyo's three bladed scythe.