Zoran Zazaravitch stood still for a moment, holding the jagged blade in his hand as another calm wind crossed over the deserted district of Rukongo. His clone looked back at him, crimson hoes trace back and forth between the two as the next chapter of the fight was about to begin. Nearly....There was just one thing left to do before they could unveil the true strength of Akuma. The shinigami set his blade back next to the silver and black hilt that was now forged from the activation of shikai. He moved the blade back in it's case, the gray metal no longer in view as only the black guard was left for the eye to behold. It was time for a bit of a test. A test in Hakudo. The clone took the symbol and did the same, placing the replica in it's sheath, leaving he both of them unarmed with nothing but their fists. They did not exchange words, knowing each other’s thoughts as time passed.

The clone pressed it's feet off the ground, using it's strength to push it forward at a plausibly level of speed. With each step, it got faster and faster, the distance between them being siphoned off by the movement. With it's right-hand balled up into a fist, it sent a precision strike at Zoran's chin. Quickly reacting, Zoran moved his hand in place of the strike's location, grabbing the fist as it made contact. This caused the force of it to be absorbed into his hand, causing a slight pain, but giving him the chance to counter with an equally powerful strike The Ninth Taicho slammed his knee toward the clone's abdomen, using his full strength to deliver a powerful blow to the stomach. It was harder o dodge due to the block of the previous attack and the hold Zoran had on the clone now. It also was done in rapid succession, happening just as most people would even realize their strike was blocked.

The knee hit the clone dead in abdomen, causing it's jaws to open and a small amount of blood to pour out from it's mouth. At this point, it was getting annoyed. SO far, he was losing the fight, so it was time to try something a bit...Unorthodox. With it's mouth still open, the clone spoke, it's voice unchanged from Zoran's in any way. " Hado sixty three, soren sokatsui" With that said, reishi gathered rapidly in the clone's left-hand, a focused blast of blue fire being sent forth from the limb. Though, with the deformation, it only had the power of a basic sokatsui. Still, a point-blank sokatsui was pretty painful. If it hit, he could take the advantage back here, or at least get the offense back if Zoran oddged. The light devoured the area and an explosion ripped the ground asunder, the fake flames scorching the earth and setting buildings on fire as the true explosive power of the blast was unleashed upon contact.

Zoran Zazaravitch saw his hit connect and smirked, seeing this as his chance to follow up with another consecutive attack. However, he didn't notice the clone speaking until he noticed the blue glow coming from their hand. A kidou? He thought this was agreed to be a melee fight..Seemed his clone was using unorthodox means to win now...Zoran just needed to do the same. Releasing his hold on the clone's hand, the shinigami vanished just before the sokatsui could make contact, the fire burning his jacket slightly as his high speed shunpo placed him directly behind the clone with arm extended and palmopen. Using the same methods, he spoke- " Hado one, sho" Though sho was a very weak kidou spell, in the power it was being used at, it could still prove painful. Enough to match the damage of a few strikes and knock the target back a considerable distance. Though, that was only a ploy to get the target off-guard.

The clone was blinded by the light of their own attack, not seeing Zoran attack from behind. As soon as the words of the kidou entered his ears, the clone was shot back, crashing against the ground as the force of the sho had pushed him away from his opponent. leaving his body covered in cuts and bruises from the clash with the ground. WIth his body battered, there was only one thing left to do. Stop holding back...and use his real power. While he was still skidding against the rock, he used his feet to use the force to push himself upward, landing a top one of the abandoned roofs that covered the remains of the district. He had trouble staying on his fete for a moment, his body having taken damage from that simple kidou..Now though. Things would be different. It reached for it's zanpakto, pulling the blade from it's sheath and holding it in front of him with both hands, the blood coming out of his arm leaking from the cloth that encased it due to all the damage that had been done to it.

ZOran Zazaravitch followed the target with his eyes as the kidou spell had done it's intended usel. Though, when the clone gained back it's stance a top the roof of one of the smaller buildings with it's zanpakto drawn, the Captain knew exactly what was going to occur next. it was time. To take this to the next level. to activate the bankai of Akuma and let the real fight Taking the hint, he wrapped his fingers around the blackened guard of his shikai, pulling it from it's bind and bringing the jagged blade back into the light of the day. It was nearly eight in the morning now. They had been fighting for two hours, and things were just getting started. Sweat rolled down his body and he panted slightly more heavily now, this fight taking it's toll on his body. Holding the blade in front of him with both hands, he eyed the clone carefully, parting his lips and speaking as they both yelled out a single phrase. " Unveil the true power of the damned and smite this heathen that dare face me, Raizin Akuma Grance"

Zoran Zazaravitch allowed their power to surface, mass amounts of spiritual energy flowing outward from their body and filling the abandoned rukon district in their power. It cracked the buildings, shook the ground, and filled the area with a crimson mist that seemed to block all view from the outside world. They had not even truly activated the zanpakto yet. They just were building up the power to unleash it and start the real portion of this fight. Red spiritual energy encased the both of them, crashing against them and tearing the ground beneath them asunder. The sky was lit in crimson from the two merged spiritual superpowers getting ready to engage in combat. The power being generated was on a level far superior to what most combatants could muster, even above hat some have ever seen before. The strength of two Captains using bankai at the same time to prepare for combat

Zoran Zazaravitch finally trigger his full power, the crimson spiritual power around his body spiking upward into a massive aura that flowed destructively around him. The building to his right collapsed under the weight of the spiritual pressure. His crimson iris looked directly at his clone, the power being generated causing his adrenaline and bloodlust to rise slightly. It was a natural thing caused when two people fought so seriously for such an extended period of time. His steel zanpakto faded into red energy, the aura that swallowed him whole condensed around him into a single sphere that blocked his body from view. A massive carter formed under him as the gathered sphere of reishi rotated at ten spins a second, sending rock and debris in every direction. The zanpakto shifted it’s form, gaining a larger, but shorter texture. The form of a pitch-black scimitar in his hand took hold of the blade’s shape. As it finally returned to it’s solid state, the sphere of energy had expanded, growing more violent as the spiritual power Zoran was gathering finally reached it’s capacity. With the swift swing of his blade, the energy was ripped to shreds, his new power and form showing with the kinetic shockwave generated from the swing of the blade. Meanwhile the clone had done the same process, destroying the house it stood upon in the process and crashing against the ground, unleashing a massive wave of energy that caused a minor quake. It was time for the real fight to begin.

Zoran Zazaravitch tightened his grip on the black guard of his scimitar, ready to face the target again in close-range combat. The clone eyed the Ninth Taicho carefully, it’s thought process nearly the same. This was going to be one destructive fight, which is why he choose this location to fight at. The area was already rubble, so no amount of destruction could have made it worse. Pressing both feet against the ground, the two fighters charged forth, a burst of wind spreading out from their former locations due to the speed and power they exerted as they moved toward one another. With blade in hand, Zoran swung the transformed zanpakto toward his target, a wave of crimson energy flowing behind it as a sign of the power being stored inside it as of now. The clone did the same, countering the strike with one of it’s own. Both were one-handed, so the strength behind them was dead-even. As the black metal met the cold replica’s steel, the crimson energy clashed, a sonic boom being formed by the two objects making contact. A field of kinetic force spread around them, tearing apart the ground and leaving a hole in the center of the abandoned district. Debris were sent in every direction, more and more power being unleashed as they remained in contact. Neither one seemed to bat an eye, ready to keep at it until one fighter won everything.

Ousting further strength from their body, a final shockwave was generated, one of such power that it had a visible red tint ot it that pushed back both fighters twenty feet from each other. ZOran’s back slammed against a half-destroyed building, halting his movement, but causing additional damage to him. Regardless, he quickly got back his momentum and continued. The clone stopped exactly twenty feet back, it’s blade gathering power as time passed on. Zoran and the Clone quickly charged again, moving at speeds most could only describe as a blur of light. The blades clashed once more. Crimson embers poured around them, the spiritual power now high enough to choke certain weaker individuals as adrenaline and momentum continued to build up higher and higher. They were stretching the limit of their bankai at this point, In fact, due to the power being unleashed, if not for a note he had left at his squad barracks, half the Soul Society might have showed up due to the match of power.

Zoran and the clone vanished again, using shunpo to rapidly speed throughout the air and strike against one another in rapid repetition. With each collision, additional shockwaves dawned upon the town, crushing the remaining buildings under their force. Landing on two separate buildings approximately forty feet from one another, the two attempted a training method that was a bit risky…A clash of kidou to see how far they could pass the limitations on their strength. Zoran Zazaravitch extended his right-hand forward, opening his palm and allowing the blade to drop in front of his feet, cutting into the roof of the building he stood upon. He spoke briefly, his voice unnaturally deep as it always had been. “ ..Shakkaho.” With that said, the hado’s destructive energy ran throughout his body, coursing through his veins and filling his limb. Red spiritual energy gathered in his hand, the glow from it enough to pierce the crimson smog that encased the battle field.

The clone smirked, doing the same with it’s bankai-released zanpaktp. With it’s open palm extended outward, he spoke a different chant for a similar hado. “ Sokatsui” Blue spiritual energy coursed throughout it’s arm, forming together in the hand as a blue sphere of flames. The two kidou were aimed directly at one another. With one swift motion, they were unleashed. A massive blasts of blue fire erupted from the clone’s hand, speeding towards Zoran as they unleashed their own attack. A massive sphere of crimson energy. The flames and energy were getting closer and closer, anticipation for the result building up while the outcome may or may not cause an explosion of exponential proportions. Just then, everything seemed to move in slow motion, the two attacks less than a foot away from the other. In an instant, they clashed. The result was an explosion of orange embers that ripped throughout the district, tearing the ground asunder from their height above it and destroying both buildings the two were standing on, forcing them to fall down and gain back their stance on the ground. Any object that could obscure their view was destroyed by the explosion, only a wall of black smoke separating them now.As it finally cleared, both fighters were standing still, panting heavily as they were reaching their limits from all these attacks. It was nearly time to end their training. One final test to augment his strength. The power of the hollow. To dawn his mask and use it’s power for the final exercise of the day. It was now ten in the morning. Two hours until he planned to return to his barracks and rest for now.,

Zoran Zazaravitch waited a moment, catching his breath as the crimson energy that flowed from his body was getting dimmer. Though, this fight was not over yet, No, it was still just getting started. He couldn’t afford to stop so early. Though stamina was his flaw, he needed to improve it so these issues stopped occurring. He could fight at high efficiency for every attribute of combat. He just couldn’t do so for long. Not only due to the issues with his arm, but his natural spiritual energy was lacking. Taking in a deep breath, he used shunpo to vanish and charge forth once more. Appearing directly before the clone, the shinigami sent a collection of attacks toward his intended target. Vertical, horizontal, even vertical slashes with his blade. After seven strikes, he switched tactics, swinging his fist at the target’s stomach while still holding the blade. This was to catch the clone off-guard with an unorthodox type of attack in the bankai-level competition. To use hakudo at this point was rare, but that is what made it effective.

The clone rested for a moment, anticipating that Zoran would attack first, and so he did. The clone countered as he always would, using his own zanpakto to block and push back every attack given by the opposition. Though,. He was not prepared fro the next incoming strike. The punch hit him directly in the abdomen, his mouth opening and spewing out a small amount of vomit from the impact. As soon as he regained hi sense, the replica vanished using it’s own shunpo.. Almost the next second, it phased back into view directly above ZOran, it’s foot sent slamming down at the target’s skull with the force to crack the skull at their current condition. An attack he intended to end this fight with.

Zoran Zazaravutch took note of the clone’s technique as soon as it vanished. Using his advanced levels of spiritual sensory, he sensed the oncoming attack from above. Raising his arm, he block the kick with his elbow. Though, it still did damage him sufficiently with the force being sent into the limb instead of his actual skull. Jumping back, he put a gap of distance between himself and the clone. With his blade in hand, he began to focus his spiritual power, allowing the crimson reishi that flowed from his body to expand and fill the abandoned district in the Soul Society. The energy lashed out across every street, through the ruins of ever building and and into the cracks that split into the earth. They expanded and ripped apart, Zoran’s power only getting higher and higher with each passing second. With one swift swing of his blade, the energy dispursed, his bankai now at it’s limit.

Zoran Zazaravitch charged toward his clone once more, his grip tightened on it’s black guard as he prepared to make his attack. As anticipated, his clone ,oved in to block the attack, it’s own spectral power being unleashed to meet the level the taicho had reached. With the two swngs, the black scimitars slashed forward, the two blades meeting in the center of the abandoned district. The energy between the two combatants erupted in a truly destructive manner in this clash, tearing the ground asunder under their feet and only allowing their power to hold them up. Crimson aura encased the both of them, a constant shockwave moving outward throughout the sky and earth/ The crimson vibrant energy that poured out from their form flooded the streets in raw reishi. With one final explosion, the energy burst into a final explosion. Fire devoured the two fighters, the energy causing them both to be pushed back against the decimated remains of the district. Landing on their feet, they reached their hands over their face, ready to take this fight to a whole new level beyond the power they were currently using.

Approved for an addition of 10 points to damage control, thus maxing it out.