Yoruichi moved as fast as she could across Karakura Town, Tsukiro’s reiatsu flaring up almost constantly along the way, discharging blasts of ice along with it. She ignored the cold bite of the ice on her skin and pressed on. Her eyes focused on one thing: the forest on the outskirts of town.
Kita contained Tsukiro’s ice with her fire, melting it as it discharged. He was not himself, the news had taken a toll on him. Eating away at the last bit of innocence that lived within him. Kita worried that this would change him. Change him enough that he would no longer be the Tsukiro she remembered. Sighing to herself she continued onward stopping Tsukiro rage as it bled forth onto the town. Now was not the time to worry about that. It was a bridge that she would have to cross in time if it truly happened. She followed Yoruichi until she finally stopped in the thick of the forest, far away from any human life.
As Yoruichi landed to her feet on the forest floor, she took off at full speed, hoping that Kita was keeping up behind her.
“Let’s get him back further into the forest. I don’t want to take any chances,” she shouted back to Kita over the sound of the wind in her ears.
After a short run, Yoruichi stopped and knelt down, laying Tsukiro down in the grass. His skin had gone pale and the expression on his face was faint but it was there none the less: pain, anger, rage… confusion. She stood up and brushed the patches of ice off of herself. However, once she brushed the last of the ice off, Tsukiro’s reiatsu flared again, this time more violent. It knocked both her and Kita back several yards.
Tsukiro’s reiatsu flared again and again until it eventually radiated off of him in icy waves. Then, as if possessed, he started to move. Slowly yet with fluidity, he rolled over and pushed himself onto all fours. He pressed the balls of his feet into the soil and stood to his feet in one swift movement. His hair covered his face as his head bowed down. A faint yet powerful growl rose up from his chest, escaping through the slight part in his lips. The wind from his reiatsu whipped and lashed out at their surroundings.
“If Toshiro’s zanpakuto is the strongest ice and water zanpakuto in existence. Where does Tsukiro stand in all this?” Kita shielded her face from the force of his ice as she looked to Yoruichi.
“I ask only because I lived through Toshiro. I would hate to think I will die here.”
Yoruichi narrowed her eyes, trying to see through the icy waves of Tsukiro’s reiatsu. “Compared to Hyorinmaru, Kotaishi no Kori is only about half as strong, however it is still very dangerous. Compared to a zanpakuto like Sodenoshirayuki, Kotaishi no Kori is ten times as powerful. But the problem is not Kotaishi no Kori. It is Tsukiro himself.” Yoruichi closed her eyes and turned her head as more ice shot towards them. “I should know. After all, I taught him most of everything he knows.”
Suddenly, Tsukiro’s reiatsu grew in force. His entire body shook. His back straightened out and his head tilted back--he let out a loud cry of rage and anguish. As he did so, his hair whipped around his face. The color drained from the raven black locks of hair, turning it stark white. Then, the black returned to parts of his hair, forming streaks. The incisors of his teeth grew and sharpened into fangs. His stealth uniform disappeared, replacing with a tight, black long sleeved shirt covered by a snow leopard fur pelt jacket with sleeves ending at his elbows. Black pants covered his legs and black cloth covered his feet, as well as fur leggings on his shins. Silver armor plating covered his forearms and his chest. Ice formed over his knees and thighs to form guards and over his wrists, hands and fingers to form claws. Finally, ice formed on the top of his head, creating a crown jewel that sat at the top of his fringe and cat-like ears that pointed back. His eyes snapped open to reveal pale blue eyes with slits for pupils.
His eyes landed on Kita and another low growl came from his chest. “Kita…” he snarled in his same voice, only now it echoed deeply. He raised his right hand, in front of him, claws splayed open. “Die!”
He flourished his hand down, clawing at the air. As he did, shockwaves of ice erupted from the tips of his icy claws and raged towards them. It was the same as Kotaishi’s Dengekinami Tsumera attack, only the waves of ice were five times as big and charged at them like a freight train.
