HIDDENJUDGES02-C: Poisonous Resistance

Emerging from said light, was someone or rather something no one but the white haired Shinigami herself expected to see. The Keigun members within the room staring in both shock and awe, at the person presented before them. Coming from the Tenshinai was a young looking boy, smaller than his master by quite a few inches. Unique and rather odd silver hair glinting from the room's lighting, a smile seemingly forever etched into the boy's face. Eyes hidden from view, both by hair and being slitted in their nature, not allowing any to witness anything that wasn't supposed to be. The boy or Dokuga rather wore the attire of a normal Shinigami, and thus it would be quite easy to mistake him as just that, not as a Zanpakuto Spirit of another. But that was just like Dokuga, hidden within plain sight, ready to strike at any moment if need be. 

The two Kiegun members present looked to one another, wondering if they were really seeing the right thing. Many would expect a Zanpakuto Spirit to be the same gender as their master, but it would seem that not all followed such a thought from other Shinigami. Not moving as the boy stepped forward, Kyoko let a small smile cross her features briefly, she didn't think Dokuga would appear in his other form of course, he'd end up destroying the place. But even so, she didn't expect quite so much shock from others. Finally exhaling it didn't take long for her Spirit to gain his bearings in this place. "Looks like yer finally tryin' huh Kyo-chan? Ya won't need none of that extra equipment ya carry, just yer Zanpakuto will do," The boy stated in a light and somewhat happy tone. Kyo's eyes soon narrowing slightly, yes she kept this equipment on her person to be careful, but saying she didn't need it. Wasn't that a bit... well strange? Then again, she had never seen Dokuga as an overly normal being. 

Shrugging lightly, the tall female walked towards the door, soon quickly removing all the extra equipment she carried on her person. Handing them to one of the Keigun members standing guard, knowing they would be carefully placed under a kido seal and kept safe. Moving back to the center of the room, she merely nodded once towards her Zanpakuto Spirit. "Let's go," She said simply. Getting no reply from Dokuga, who only grinned, he to carrying the same sealed form of her Zanpakuto as his master. Tapping the tip of the handle twice with one hand, everything would soon change, and as Kyoko would quickly find, it wouldn't be easy.

Falling

As if she were sinking into a bottomless pit of nothingness, only darkness awaited her. The never ending void, or so it would seem to any who entered. Kyo had never come into her own world in this way before, nothing was familiar, nor warm, nor wanted either. Shutting her eyes, the white haired female tried to focus her mind to clear as she fell into the black abyss, and once her eyes had shut. She would find something very strange happen, upon opening them again after blinking once. The young Shinigami would no longer be falling, but actually laying... down? 

The body within the futon shot upwards, eyes wide with both a certain unknown fear and adrenaline running through her veins. Exhaling slowly, Kyo took the time to briefly look around. She was within part of her inner world, the dojo by the look of it. Glancing over it didn't take long to spot, Dokuga, or at least the sealed form of her Zanpakuto, resting on a stand in the far corner of the room. Blinking once, she couldn't spot anything else here, but then why was it so painstakingly quiet? What's going on? Kyo thought briefly, soon slowly moving from where she sat, her movements very careful and quiet. Something wasn't right, nothing was, everything seemed .... different.

Standing up away from the futon, gradually moving across the small room, which held only the futon and her blade. Coming to the stand which held the sheathed blade in question, Kyo knelt down and carefully picked it up within her right palm. Letting the familiar and comforting weight of the blade rest in her hand, it calmed the female somehow. 

Time to get movin', Kyo-chan~ But before ya can do anythin' else ya gotta find me first, 'kay?

The voice echoed throughout the entire space, and then even further beyond that as well. So she had to find her Zanpakuto Spirit, was that it? Was that the so called Bankai test? If so, it wasn't much although considering the amount of ground she had to cover, it might not be as easy as her mind had originally thought. However, she could easily cover that amount in three days, so was Dokuga toying with her? Or was it something else? Shaking the thought off for now, securing her Zanpakuto to her left hip, tied with her obi for quick use. Kyoko wasted no time in opening the shoji door separating the room she was in from the rest, quickly closing said door, before then rushing down one of the many corridor's. She didn't have any time to waste!

It certainly didn't take long. Before she felt it that was. A spark. A tiny spark of spiritual pressure, although it was very faint and quite a way away from what she could tell. It was still there, however she couldn't tell who it was, at least not from this distance anyhow. Although golden orbs now became open as she moved forward, the young Shinigami was no longer running, merely keeping a steady pace as she then began to walk down the various hallways. But this time moving, with a goal in mind. Yes, she knew Dokuga was here somewhere but if that small signature of spiritual pressure was him or not? There was only one way to find out about that question that plagued her mind.

The steps of the female that followed were as slow as before, coming to the door she had sensed the signature coming from, the spiritual pressure behind it pulsing oddly, as if calling out towards her in some strange way. Exhaling slowly, Kyo slowly grasped the knob of the door opening it at the same speed. Suddenly before she could even see inside the door, an unknown force was pushing her from behind, and despite a firm grip on the door, the white haired female fell forward and down into a second black abyss much like the first one. However, unlike the first, this one did have some form of an end. Judging by the light slowly becoming brighter as she continued to fall downwards anyhow.

Landing quickly, the young female tumbled across the ground, rolling like a thrown rag doll by a child who was angry. Shaking her head and sitting up slowly, Kyoko came to the brief realization that she wasn't looking the same as she had moments before. No Keigun uniform, no Zanpakuto, and most of all no one around either. Looking down at her own body, the shinigami saw that she didn't look like herself at all. At least not the current version. No, instead she appeared to look like her old self, however only just after gaining Synesthesia by the look of it, dressed in the rags of Rukongai that she remembered quite well. If that was the case, then didn't that mean Siam would be nearby, or already here even?

Within that single thought a phrase came to mind, one that she remembered from long, long ago. From a place in her mind, that even Kyo was unable to reach at the current time.

“They’re burning… the blue fires are burning…”

Hope filled her now childish mind with the thought, even though she knew the man named Siam was already dead, even if through her zanpakuto, she would see him again, just as he always had been. Walking forward slowly once again, pure dirt from the street below covered her now bare feet, Rukongai kids never or very rarely had shoes after all. It didn't take long for her to spot Siam nearby one of their old little campsites, cooking up something that smelled delicious! Rushing forward, again time seemed to skip forward. Yes, she was still headed towards him, but now properly clothed which had been paid for by the said man after her training had been completed half way through. However, now she was running into a small food shop with the male in front, by her surroundings and memories of days like this, they were in the world of the living. Having somehow managed to sneak through a Senkaimon earlier that day.

Sitting down at one of the empty tables, Siam across from her. Kyoko, or as she was named during her time with the male, Canaan ended up staring out the window watching people go by and continue with their daily lives. Soon drinking up the hot drink humans called ‘tea’, her attention quickly turning to a plate of food that had been set down on the table for the young white haired girl. Thinking about it, it was like her mind was simply showing flashbacks of her childhood, but it wasn't her mind. It was Dokuga simply recreating events, however like always. Everything felt real, down to every single little detail.

“Thank you!” The white haired female stated with glee at the food put before her, the young girl’s attention quickly changing to something else as a second voice spoke aloud.

“Canaan.”

“Huh?”

“So when you look at me, what color am I?”

“When I see you, your color...” Her face contorted with brief thought, before finally finishing what she had to say after a brief pause, eyes turning a bloody crimson for the faintest of moments before speaking. “Light purple!”

“Light purple?”

“The color of not having bathed for a week.”

“That’s kinda obvious...” After which, the white haired girl soon began to laugh, falling onto the other chair beside her, clutching her side with laughter, not loud but a soft and almost gentle sound.

“I don’t wanna lose him…”

The one thought after which, rang out in her mind. Images of that day and various others like it flashing with her mental state. The question was, why was Dokuga doing all this? To simply remember a time where she had felt truly happy? No fear, only safety with being around Siam and trusting everything he taught her. Still using that training within her own life, own world. It seemed like an entire lifetime apart. Between her becoming a Shinigami, and being guided and trained by Siam, much like … family.

The young white haired female was soon caught by both arms from behind, having been saved by two of her Keigun members. Clearly wanting to assist their Commander, who by this point was very worn out. Moving across the room, Kyoko sat down, half slumping against the wall. Being given something to drink before she could sleep and then eat in the morning before the training began all over again. Even her reiatsu itself was weak right now, due to what she had done in there. She made a mental note to never try doing that again until after she had gained Bankai, but it wasn'tthat she was over confidant. Oh no. The young Shinigami knew she simply couldn't fail these trails, if she did. Well she’d be dead anyways, so it wouldn't matter.

On top of all that, she had a throbbing headache as well, which was quite rare. Downing what she could of the water given, she glanced over at the remaining Keigun members who were still here before speaking. “It’s alright… you can go.” Kyo muttered, just loud enough for others to hear in the room. The two within the room realizing the dismissal from their Commander bowed low before exiting the room quietly. Leaving only the four Keigun outside the training room door left on guard, good. It meant she could get a little peace, finally.

Once having laid down onto the futon left out for the white haired female for the next couple of days, this time thankfully, sleep came easily. It didn't take much time at all for one day to move into the next. After slowly waking up and washing up in a bathroom set up just off to the side of the main training area, Kyoko was quickly greeted with two Keigun members entering and setting down a large tray of food and drink for her, in other words a large breakfast and with the amount of reiatsu she used yesterday. The white haired Shinigami knew she would need all the strength and energy she could get for today’s session.

Meanwhile, while the young female ate. Dokuga it appeared was already out and ready, merely sitting in the center of the room waiting. Of which the Keigun members kept well away from him, the silver haired boy had to mildly wonder why, considering he was his wielder's Zanpakuto after all, so what was the big problem here? Around twenty minutes later, the young Shinigami and finished and was merely resting for a moment before they began. “Come on, Kyo-chan. We don’ got all day! Yer wastin’ time here ya know!” Dokuga had called out, gaining only a glare from his wielder out the corner of her own eyes. Soon coming to stand up, exhaling slowly as the white haired female headed forward to the center of the room, her Zanpakuto Spirit standing up as she approached.

“Ready?” The silver haired boy asked calmly this time, getting only a nod from Kyoko he took that as a yes. Tapping the hilt of the blade he carried twice once again, that now familiar darkness would consume the young Shinigami, allowing her to fall down into the abyss for a second time. Let the second day of trails begin.

Without another moment to spare, Kyo pushed off from her kneeling position, running forward before tilting her head to the right, a fist flying just past her head while in mid-sprint. Another punch. Shunpo. Landing on the arm of her attacker- her mother. The young female jumping off as her mother aimed for her again, grabbing the back of her clothing as she flash stepped high into the air. In that same second, throwing her mother higher than her, crimson eyes burning with focus and determination. Darting further upwards as her target fell, Kyo pulled her right arm back, focusing her spiritual energy into her hand, coating it in a white glow. Before then punching forward, straight into her mothers gut, knocking the wind out of her totally.

Flash stepping once more, now above her rapidly falling mother, or what appeared to be her. The white haired Shinigami brought her left leg downwards, kicking her opponent straight in the back, sending her flying down below with a loud crash! Three down, two to go. Diving down from the sky above, Kyoko shot down to the ground below like a bullet, her Spiritual Pressure propelling her faster than before. Wanting to not lose the momentum she had gained previously, the young female headed straight for the illusion that appeared so alike to Ashton. No point worrying now, she could regret later!

She knew that Ashton wasn't the most well adept with Hakuda as she was, despite that Kyo knew there was no point in holding back, and on top of that she had a time limit here. Coming from above, the white haired female reigned down a flurry of punches at the taller male, even with the illusion it seemed to boost her strength. Letting out all the frustration she had felt towards him a while back, all in one explosive go. Explosive it certainly was, the force of her attacks and clash of Spiritual Pressure causing an explosive just after she had defeated the illusion that had appeared like Ashton.

Being sent back by the blast, as the smoke slowly began to clear that didn't stop the young female, with seemingly only Siam left in her way. She had seen him yesterday, and now … again. But yesterday had been different, Kyoko had been protecting him then, but now? Once again, this young female’s over thinking would once again prove to be her downfall, only just realizing in time. But it was already too late, that image of Siam having slammed his fist right into her gut, Kyo releasing a choked gasp, blood flowing from her mouth as she was sent a few feet back from the powerful impact. Being quickly followed the girl didn't even have time to blink as she was grabbed by her clothing and thrown into the nearest building, going straight through a third floor window.

Well this certainly brought a new meaning to the words “getting your butt kicked”, at least Kyoko would have thought so if she wasn't in quite so much pain. “Shit…” She cursed aloud, various cuts on her arms and back due to the glass and a large bruise on her head from the impact of the throw, some wounds bleeding some now. Just great. Glancing up as she saw a shadow covering her now only source of light, she found Siam standing in the hole that he had created via the window. Kyoko wasn't surprised that he could get up here, considering this was Dokuga he most likely gave this illusion shunpo as well. Slowly shifting her body upwards into sitting, her vision was still blurry from the hit, but even so, that most certainly wasn't about to stop her now!

Even with her vision not at it’s best, and her body protesting to any movement whatsoever, Kyoko ignored both factors and stood. Staggering at first before her Spiritual Pressure seemed to burst outwards, she just wanted this over with dammit! From that burst of power, the young female darted forward, grabbing Siam by the front of his clothing and pushing backwards so they both fell out of the building from above at the same time. Gritting her teeth as they now started free falling, Siam mid-air aimed to punch the girl right in the face, causing Kyo to let go out of the male very quickly. Letting him drop quicker than herself, eyes glaring forward she spoke.

“Shunkō!”

She called out, a bright white light covering her right fist then quickly spreading across her entire upper body, the temperature in the area immediately dropping, enough for anyone’s breathing to become frosty, the building they had fallen from now showing signs of frost; but that didn't matter right now. The white glow covering her body now building quickly, pulling back her right arm and at the same time from the power of Shunkō to push herself forward towards Siam. It was then, perhaps it had only happened for a second maybe longer, no one could tell. But within a flash of bright light around the pair, happening only for the briefest of moments, once faded. Kyoko had appeared to be standing on solid ground, her breathing heavy and that same glow of Shunkō around her. Looking back and upwards was when it happened. An explosion of her Spiritual Pressure and Ice all at once. Sending shards of broken ice across the area of the large expansive city. The illusion of Siam fading into dust as the young girl let out a small sigh of relief, the glow of Shunkō fading from her body quickly after.

In all thought, Kyoko hadn't done much. Having focused her Shunkō into her arms and fists, before flash stepping rapidly around Siam, delivering a flurry and ambush of punches fulled by both her Spiritual Pressure and Shunkō, thus creating an explosion afterwards. But after doing all that, and getting thrown about, she was once again worn out. Crimson eyes scanning the sky above her for a minute, it was getting dark fast, that meant she had what? Twenty minutes left at the most, maybe even ten. With renewed hope of finishing today on time, the young Shinigami staggered forward, step by step her strength slowly returning; what little was left anyhow.

That staggering soon turned into walking, and walking into running towards her goal. Her Synesthesia ability taking on full effect as she ran into a nearby alley, one that would lead her towards what the young Shinigami was seeking. The alleys themselves like a never ending maze, but one Kyo could quickly navigate through, just as she was doing now. It wasn't long before she found an exit, that exit coming in the form of a small almost apartment like place. With two rooms, a bathroom and main living area which held a bed. By this point, this was the outskirts of the city, it was a little run down but useful nonetheless. However soon catching her attention on the bed was what she had been trying to get all day long, walking forward Kyo quickly went to pick up the blade in her right hand.

She however, was denied the chance as the blade seemed to disappear for a moment, Kyoko spinning on her heel having sensed a sudden presence behind her. Looking down to see it was Dokuga holding onto the sheathed blade, a small smile present on his features. As he then held out the blade for Kyo to take, which she did, grasping the sheath firmly in her right hand, the silver haired boy speaking afterwards. “Ya did good again Kyo-chan, although try an’ be a lil’ quicker tomorrow would ya, don’ wanna run over now do we?” Dokuga asked the white haired female in a childish yet light tone of voice, as if hoping for what he had said to happen. “When ya wanna leave fer today, jus’ exit the way ya came in an’ I’ll take ya back.” The boy said briefly, disappearing with a sudden flash step that would leave Kyoko alone in the small apartment.

The final and last day of training came without haste, although Kyoko had been given slight trouble sleeping, the last words that Siam had spoke to her last night still lingered within the depths of her mind and soul. Still, there were things to be done. So having put the thought to the depths of her mind, locked safely away for the time being, Kyo had a mostly sleep filled night. However, getting up on days like this were the hardest, she was still worn out from yesterday, plus as the young female rose up from her sleep, she had to re-bandage the various wounds on her arms. After having eaten a rather large meal, enough to fill her for the day anyhow. The young Shinigami stood, Dokuga already waiting in the center of the room once again, sitting down on the floor calmly.

Even the young boy’s presence there seemed to put some of the Keigun members within the room on edge, which wasn't really a good thing. Getting up from where she sat, the white haired female walked over, erasing the thought about her subordinates unease from her head as Dokuga then stood. Before he could even speak, Kyo did so before hand. “Let’s go, we don’t have long left. Am I right?” She asked calmly, her eyes focused on her Zanpakuto Spirit before her, who for once didn't speak merely grinning then nodding shortly after. As for the last time that same falling sensation and being overcome by a total abyss of darkness took over, before being thrown into her inner world once more.

Unlike the two times previously, the white haired female would quickly find that this was different. Her senses flaring as she blindly jumped to the right upon entering the area she was in, quickly finding it to be the last section of her inner world that she hadn't visited recently. A large thick forest, now of which she was within a middle of a large clearing. Kyoko being the instinctive person that she was, would soon thank her own senses, a large amount of pure white blades raining down on her, as a technique she would know and use as Kibasazame. Glancing to behind her, having sensed once again and now seeing Dokuga half crouching on one of the many tree branches, near it’s bark. A rather bored expression of his features, despite the smiling facade he wore.

“Come on Kyo-chan, I ain’ even tryin’ yet. Ya keep movin’ like that an’ I’ll jus’ hafta kill ya.” The silver haired boy said teasingly, sheathing the sealed Zanpakuto he held neatly onto the saya attached to his left hip. The Spirit in question disappearing seconds later, only to appear just above of Kyo, letting out a startled gasp she dove forward. Flash stepping away and through the forest as quickly as she could, but it would seem that she wasn’t even quick enough. “Kyo-chan yer too slow! Have ya not listened ta anythin’ I told ya!?” The boy sighed rather dramatically as he chased the white haired Shinigami. Speed was once of Kyo’s best used talents, she knew that. Yet she wouldn’t realize soon enough before being kicked directly in the gut, Dokuga having appeared before her suddenly with a burst of speed. Gulping in air as the attack hit didn't help either, Kyoko being sent flying back from where she had come from, landing back in the middle of the clearing on her side. Blood running down her left arm, and various scrapes/cuts apparent on her body, the bandages she wore slowly starting to come loose.

Slowly standing up on trembling legs, golden orbs now glowing a deep crimson as the young female looked straight towards her Zanpakuto Spirit. “I did … listen … to you..” She heaved out still finding breathing quite hard consider the state she ended up in. The boy merely shook his head slightly, she was still foolish and hesitant, in the end if he didn’t get that out of her now. It would kill her.

“No ya didn’, an’ looks like I’m gonna hafta make ya learn the hard way.” A sudden flash, that was all it took before a shadow loomed over the white haired girl. Immediately the girl’s left leg shot backwards instinctively towards her attacker, the attack being caught she was quickly pushed back. Flash stepping back a little further, but even that was too slow. Dokuga now standing right before her, blade drawn and aiming straight for her neck, eyes becoming wide Kyo grabbed the boy’s attacking arm as quickly as she could, twisting it to avoid the death blow but was once again denied the chance, with a shunpo from the other.

What am I supposed to do if I can’t keep up? If this continues I’ll end up dead.

Those thoughts plagued her once again, the small boy waiting with anticipation as they moved around each other in slow drawn out and carefully mapped paces. Now! She moved, hesitation still within her form, unsure of if this would work or not, but right now. She had nothing much to lose anymore, apart from her life of course. Raining down attack after attack, spinning her body in mid-air throughout. All of this was denied by swift movements of her soul-forged Zanpakuto Spirit. It still wasn't good enough then!? Dammit! Was the thought that passed through, one all too fast and short simultaneously. Thrown back once again, her back hit a nearby tree, coughing up blood in the process.