The air above the Soul King Palace trembled as Ichibē Hyōsube, the Monk Who Calls the Real Name, sat cross-legged on the edge of the palace walkway. His massive frame, clad in the black robes of the Royal Guard, loomed over the intruder—you, who stood defiantly in the sky before him.
Ichibē (grinning, eyes crinkling with amusement):
—"Oh ho~! An intruder? At the Soul King Palace? You’re quite bold aren’t you, child?"
You said his name & tell him to let you pass.
Ichibē (chiding, like a parent scolding a child):
—"I’m tired of having to tell you… not to throw that name around so lightly. You’ve only got yourself to blame if you lose your voice."
With a flick of his Zanpakutō brush, Ichibē carved two lines across the platform, sealing the space between them.
Ichibē (cheerfully):
—"From this line right here… to here. That’s all the room I’ll need to take you down."
You looked at him as you realize his cheerful old man act changed & he sounded… darker?
Senri Tsūtenshō – The Palm of a Thousand Ri
BOOM—
A colossal, translucent hand materialized in midair and slammed into you with enough force to send you hurtling backward—1,000 ri (2,440 miles) in an instant. Before you could even react, Ichibe’e appeared beside you in the sky (flashstep? But that was faster than anyone you’ve met), his large and broad figure lightly flying in the air as if it were the easiest thing.
Ichibē (dryly explains):
—"Senri Tsūtenshō! Let it get a good whack at you, and it can send flying 4000km. "
Your mouth moved, but no sound came out—your voice, stolen by Ichibe’e’s curse.
Ichibē (calmly):
—"There, you see? I warned you, didn’t I? I told you it wouldn’t be my fault if you lost your voice."
Ichibē flies higher in the air above you.
—”Here, take another few thousand kilometers to reflect on your actions.”
Another massive hand forms in the air, its immense power obvious. Ichibē raises his arm, & the spectral limb mirrors his motion, descending with a deafening CRASH.
The Power of Names – Ichimonji’s Shikai
As you struggled, Ichibē twirled his brush—Ichimonji—between his fingers.
Narrator:
[Ichimonji, the blade that paints fate itself. Its ink does not cut flesh—it severs names. To lose one’s name is to lose their power, their purpose, their very essence. And Ichibē, the first Shinigami to wield a Zanpakutō, knows every name in existence.]
Ichibē dances back, his movements fluid & precise, and swings Ichimonji in a wide arc. With a single stroke, Ichibē slashed downward—not at your body, but at the concept of your arms. You “blocked” it, pleased with yourself.
Ichibē (mocking):
—"Why? Because you blocked it with your arms? You see, my brush doesn’t server flesh.
His tone grows darker…
—”It sever names.”
Your arms drops.
—”The name of your arms has just been sliced in two. As of now, all you’ve got is a pair of ‘ar’. They feel heavier, don’t they? That’s because their strength has been cut in half and so is their ability. Your arms can only function at half capacity now."
Your muscles slackened, your strength halved. You swung your sword weakly, but Ichibe’e sidestepped with ease.
—”And now your name as well.”
Ichibē smacks Ichimonji into his opponent’s chest, sending them hurtling back to crash between the two lines he drew earlier.
CRACK—
Ichibē looms over the scene, his voice booming with cruel delight as your power’s cut in half. —“Now you’re just ‘Yhw’!”
Secret Hado & Kido Mastery
You retaliated with a barrier. But Ichibē merely smirked.
Ichibē (chanting):
"Secret Hadō #3: Sannodō — Teppūsatsu!"
A golden dragon’s 🐉 head of spiritual wind erupted from his palm, shattering your defense like glass.
Ichibē snarls, his voice a thunderclap. —”Enough of your trespassing and impudence you lowly human.”
[Narrator: Ichibē can use NUMEROUS unique Secret Hado & Bakudo spells.]