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"Satoshi, touch m-my hand" Kiyo grunted on the grounded. He looked like he'd seen better days, and so had Satoshi. He himself could barely move as it was, he didn't want to imagine being completely paralyzed like Kiyo had seemed to be. It would have sealed their fate against Ishotat. Now was not the time to be reflecting.
He inched his way toward Kiyomemasu, clawing at the stones and oddly shaped rocks for grip. He was getting closer, but a large thunderous sound rang from inside the stone cave. Every single inch of the rock had began creaking and cracking, until Ishotat burst out of the hardened wall with a bellow of unmistakable bloodlust.
"You..YOU FUCKING MAGGOT." Ishotat raised his hand into the air and formed a red orb of energy. He was going to use Crimson Beak as well, son a bitch. How the hell could he still be moving after a blast like that, let alone still have enough energy for that?
Satoshi clawed even faster. God damnit he was only a feet away, he needed to go faster! But it appeared to be too late. Ishotat launched the orb of red, and it morphed into a lance of lightning. Barreling toward him, the Vizard looked at his death in the eyes. Could this be it? Was this all he had to show for years of training?
'Not a chance' Kiyomemasu spoke in his head. Satoshi felt wet, bloody hand clasp onto his right before the lance struck, and everything went black and silent. An ungodly amount of energy smashed into the cave, completely shattering tons of stone. The only reason the cave had not collapsed on itself at this point was because huge fields of energy was keeping it together. Boulder's fell from the ceiling before being vaporized on impact once touching the energy. The energy was pure gold, shining out of the area like the solar system had another star. The crimson-beak Ishotat had formed had been completely blasted back by the sudden rush of energy.
"What? Impossible! What the hell is this?" The hollow screamed as his body was forced to slide backward from the fluctations of air-pressure.
Crimson began seeping from the gold aura, and formed a tornado around the smallar pillar of gold. It rose into the cieling, vaporizing more and more boulders until eventually dirt started falling from the roof of the cave, from excessive 'digging' of rock. They amounts of stone lost to this battle had widened this cave, but also weakened it. The two energies finally combined into a beautiful dusk orange, and formed a solid sphere around Satoshi that could not been seen through. Cracking like an egg-shell, the orange sphere broke apart piece by piece, to tediously reveal a figure of pure black and white. The Vizard awoke from his blackout. And this..This was different from any other time he had ever awoken from a frenzy blackout. It felt like he was..Reborn. Everything had become clear to him.
The Vizard stepped out of the orb, black feet with sharp nails petruding from them. From head to toe, each limb was marked with white tattoo's of many different languages, crossing into eachother like threaded yarn. His black chest had one simply thing on it, a ying on his left pec and a yang on his right pec. The Vizard carried two scimitar shaped blades, with similar ying and yang marks on the hilts. 5 orbs of black were scattered across the battlefield, floating around Satoshi's centre of gravity.
His face was completely emotionless, his body feeling brand new. He looked at his hand, and clenched his fist. So this..This was a bankai? Ishotat denied this sudden change, and fired another massive cero right toward Satoshi. His eyes slowly picked up from looking at his hand at the oncoming torrent of energy.
"I'll tell you what it is, Ishotat. A new day..A revolution." Satoshi brought up his hand, and without warning, the red beam of energy completely haulted in mid-air as if time had completely stopped. The Vizard closed his hands, and the red beam of energy started fading darker and darker until it began looking almost completely blackened. Dark liquid began dripping from the cero as if it was a jug that contained tar. The entire cero now black, it splashed onto the ground made of a completely black substance as if it was always made of that.
Ishotat's face was, for the first time, in horror of what he saw. He didn't just stop or re-direct the cero, he made it his own. That was his bankai, Prima Materia. Nothing was safe from becoming one with the great creator. He could see his answers now, clearly. He knew there was simply no fighting your own self, but there was coming to acceptance.
Satoshi raised his hand, and the black liquid rised from the floor. He snapped his fingers, and the orbs surrounding the battlefield along with the newly formed black substance had formed into identical spears of solid black. He raised his hand, and took one last hard glance at Ishotat with a look of sadness.
"I thank you for all you've taught me." And just like that, Satoshi lowered his hand. There was barely a point A to point B with the speed of these spears, and the weapons fell upon Ishotat like rain. However his intention wasn't to kill him, only to incapacitate him. Each spear was carefully placed to simply hold his body in place.
Kiyomemasu was nowhere to be seen, signalling the ultimate unification of Zanpakuto and Shinigami. Satoshi walked over to the hollow spirit and looked him square in the eyes.
"You've been defeated. Do you accept this defeat?"
Ishotat's identical burning eyes of amber had pierced back at him with hate and a clear neediness to kill him over and over. But the longer he did so, the more Satoshi could see the hollow coming to a similar conclusion.
The hollow spat on the ground in front of Satoshi.
"I respect you now, but that doesn't mean I have to like you at all. I accept..For now. Until next time, my lovely?"
Satoshi nodded with respect, and took no hesitation to put an end to this miserable day. He placed his hand upon his pale face, and closed his eyes. Ishotat's body glowed with white and gold, until with one final burst of energy, he vaporized into a pile of black goop identical to the mixture Superia had created. As Ishotat's body dissapated, so did Satoshi's newfound form. His black skin shedded away as if he was a snake, and the black orbs faded into thin-air as if they never existed in the first place. The Vizard felt amazing, until he didn't. His wounds and burns were still there, but reduced. His body must have went into over-drive to heal them in a short amount of time. Satoshi fell to his knees with a hard thud, and then face-first into the ground. Every single inch of his body had reached its limit. He was done.
He smiled out toward Superia with a weak thumbs up, before losing consciousness. The coffee-cup that floated in the air from earlier fell to the ground, shattering.
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