#Sentarō Kotsubaki

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Seireitei Smashability Showdown: (Loser's) Round 1, Match 103

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This tournament is sponsored by the Women's Soul Reaper Association

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Drawing Class 1A as Shinigami's | My Hero Academia in Bleach Style | Cr... 

Okay this is pretty damned good.

5 points to the person who stated that Izuku and Ichigo share the same Cake day(birthday July 15th)

But here’s how I see the rest of the MHA crew.

Students:

Ayoyama is Yumichika Ayasegawa (You know these two bitches would be spilling tea to each other)

Tokoyami as Sajin Komamura (Yes Animal Heads thye would probably talk about their dark souls),  

Shinso is Shuhei Hisagi (These broody emo-twins would be besties)

Mezo Soji is Izuru Kira (Its the hair and the vibe for me),

Koda is Hanataro Yamada (Both nervous Cinnamon rolls that you have to love), 

Hanta Sero is Eikichirō Saidō (Loud and make jokes),

Sato is Rin Tsubokura (They love sweets they would be trading recipes immediately)

Monoma is Ōmaeda Clan (Loud obnoxious MFs who can’t STFU)

Tesutesu is Ikkaku Madarame (like Kirishima, like Renji besides both are angry guys like Bakugo on the field but softies off) 

Mina is Yachiru Kusajishi (Its the pink) or Mashiro Kuna (Just the personal style)

Kendo is Keigo Asano (Kendo in common, eh?),

Hagakure is Nemu Kurotsuchi (Not much personality shown to us)

Miro is Kaien Shiba (Both take defeat hard)

Tamaki is Shūsuke Amagai (Quirk & Bankai very unique)

Nejire is Katen Kyoukotsu (Spiral hair curls) or Candice Catnip (personality wise),

Mineta is Marechiyo Ōmaeda (I can't stand either one of them and they have a fondness for purple).

Ojiro has me stumped if you have ideas on who he’s like in the Bleach universe  please let me know!

Teachers and Pro- Heroes:

Aizawa is Shunsui Kyōraku (They always look tired and the appearance is similar even the spoilers. Plus they’re my favorites!),

Present Mic is Jūshirō Ukitake (Its the hair for me) or Sentarō Kotsubaki (Because he's loud),

Endevor is Ginrei Kuchiki (patriarch of the family, cold emotionally),

Hawks has the Kisuke Urahara vibe (Laid back don’t get their feathers ruffled),

Fatgum as Hachigen Ushōda (Not because their big guys but they have the same aura),  

Allmight is Kenpachi (They can deal damage and take just as much),  

Nezu is Mayuri Kurotsuchi (Fight me if you don’t think these twisted MFs aren’t very similar an up to torment anyone around them just for the S&Gs),

Gran Torino is Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto (Old guys very tired of young peoples BS),

Recovery Girl is Retsu Unohana (Both great healers)

Midnight is Rangiku Matsumoto (Its the promiscuous woman vibe also I picture them drinking sake together)

Mt Lady is Kirio Hikifune (Its the promiscuous woman vibe again)

Mirko is Riruka Dokugamine (Rabbits and Rabbits),

Ryukyu is Hotaru Kanazawa (Just aura and personality)

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Jūshirō Ukitake, Kiyone Kotetsu, Sentarō Kotsubaki, Nanao Ise, Shunsui Kyōraku © Bleach - Tite Kubo

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This may be the first time we’ve seen Jushiro actively unhealthy. 

I don’t think they specify what ailment he has other than a perpetual case of terminally wasting away anime mom disease. We know he faints (Shunsui has had to catch him before), sometimes he coughs up blood, and here we see him obviously with a fever of sorts. They quarantine him away for days at a time and in non-combat times when we do see him, sometimes he’s weak? But we’ve never seen him weak in-combat so he must push through it?

I do still have questions about dear Jushiro that I know the manga doesn’t answer, bless.

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My head cannons for bleach characters pt 31

Kiyone kotetsu

She would be a transgender girl but she always has to remind sentarō kotsubaki that she is a female poor girl

I do not think he does it on purpose I think it’s just more of him not being used to calling her a girl or he just does it as a joke and doesn’t know it’s hurting her but I do not think he does it with malicious intent

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Drabble: New Orders

The wounded officer assumed the Sternritter who shot him would give chase to stop his attempted escape, but his heart dropped when he felt their attention shift to the reiatsu of nearby shinigami in his stead. It sank further when he then felt his kind’s presences getting wiped out as fast as he could blink while he flash-stepped from the scene, as more innocents have paid the price of their predecessors’ hubris in wiping out the Quincy in centuries past.

Grim thoughts supposed any target in a shihakushō would’ve done if it meant culling more of their number, and though ensured he was no longer being followed, cruel terror continued to overwhelm his being with the harrowing realization that he could’ve just as easily joined the fallen mere moments ago.

Still mid-stride, he felt the frosty reiatsu of the Bankai-less 10th Division Captain and the shinigami spiritual pressure of who he assumed to be his second-in-command cutting off that Quincy’s warpath. There was relief in that the Sternritter of fire definitely would not be pursuing him anymore, but how for long could Captain Hitsugaya and Lieutenant Matsumoto put up an actual fight against these honest-to-god monsters?

If there was any opportunity to seek respite and escape from the pending horror of his own mortality getting snuffed, now was the time to do it. With the last of his shunpō and feeling no Quincy spiritual pressure in the immediate vicinity, his hand still firmly pressed against his gut to quell bleeding over seared open wounds, the soul reaper left luck to fate as he spotted an open window six stories up.

He guided his flash steps up the smaller two-story building next to it, then launched himself from its roof through the open window he spotted. Unfortunately, it was then his strength gave out to the heat of his pierced liver and torso as he staggered mid-step at last. The silver-haired shinigami crashed shoulder-first onto the floor with a pained groan as momentum caused him to slide until his back harshly met the wood of a crate.

Despite the noise his intrusion made, there were no signs of nearby Quincy encroaching on his position to finish the job. Held breath turned strained yet relieved as the 13th Division’s 4th Seat found sanctuary amidst the chaos of the Wandenreich’s second invasion. Kōtarō Ryōhei finally had time to think.

He rolled onto his back with teeth grit as he tried to keep his thoughts off of his injury. The hand against his abdomen began to glow with the relieving light of Kaidō to mend the partially cauterized perforation through his body – though he’s no expert, Kōta was glad that he thought to take up the healing arts in hindsight, but lamented that this will be a slow recovery for him. It would be one thing if he ran into somebody from the 4th Division, with two wells of reiatsu to pull from to facilitate the healing process, but having to use his own energy alone to fix up his body will take him some time.

It would only amount to a patch job, but right now that was better than nothing. Once done, it should be enough to last him until he returns to the barracks... or where the barracks last stood.

His emerald gaze sharpened to scrutinize this unfamiliar room, walls a perfect marble white with hints of ice clinging to their surface. Head turned from one side to the other as he took note of old boxes and sealed barrels. Kōta reasoned he was in a storage room of some kind – supplies gathered from the Wandenreich empire’s thousand years of hiding in the Seireitei’s shadows, perhaps.

Before he could think on his surroundings more, Kōtarō found his thoughts drifting to his superiors. What he would do for their counsel right now...

Captain Ukitake was outside of the Seireitei when the Quincy got the drop on them all yet again. Ryōhei knew his Captain had begun his own ritual to prepare for the conflict, far outside of the Sekkiseki walls and deep into the Rukon districts, but that brought no comfort when it mattered most. There was no Captain at the helm to come to their defence thanks to the Sternritter’s surprise attack. Not even Kotsubaki and Kotetsu were around right now, shadowing Ukitake as they often do to best tend to his good health and safety.

Lieutenant Kuchiki was also indisposed. Suffering mortal wounds from the first invasion that already decimated the Gotei 13, Rukia’s frail form frightened him all the more when there was nothing more the 4th Division could do. She was taken to the Soul King Palace to make a full recovery not long ago, and Ukitake assured him she would be alright, but how long would it take for her to heal up and come back? Would he really die down here before he could reunite with her again? Was back at the 4th Division the last he would ever see his friend?

Without them, there was no one else left who could come to the 13th Division’s rescue. With no Captain, Lieutenant, or 3rd Seats standing by to lead and give out orders, there was no other guidance for him to lean on.

He was alone. Marooned. Without direction... and so were the rest of his men.

“...I’m still here.”

All it took to tether the storm of panic that overtook his composure earlier was those three little words of dawning realization. They may be gone, but the 4th Seat still remained as the highest-in-command officer of their Division within the Seireitei’s walls. Captain Ukitake, Rukia, Sentarō, and Kiyone – he’s still here for his superiors, to act in their stead until they return.

“I’m... still breathing... for fuck’s sake...!”

Pushing one foot after another to crawl against the ground, he fought against the body-wracking bouts of pain streaking up his nerves urging him to lie back down and relax, all while a streak of red followed his path. He’s still here to look after his juniors, who need some direction if they have any shot of surviving this war – that’s what he’s here for, isn’t he?

“I’m... still... ALIVE!”

With spiteful determination flooding his being, and a hand pressed against the floor for support, he shuffled back some more until he managed to sit upright against one of the crates. He’s still here to protect as many from his squadron as possible, to ensure they’re not abandoned and alone.

They needed orders. That much was clear. As he wracked in his mind to strategize, he figured there was one way to reach out to them in immediacy, but he could not think of a method to execute it.

What Kōtarō would do for some powder right about now. He didn’t even have it in him to open and inspect every odd container on the off-chance the Quincy stored something he could use here. Time was of the essence, but if not ink, then...

...the 4th Seat’s eyes trailed down to his crimson-stained hands.

“That’ll work,” he huffed, nodding to no one in particular. He can finish healing himself when he’s done. His colleagues and subordinates—whoever was still standing—need him.

“Black and white net.”

Arms shot up so that his sleeves may fall. Bloody palms then clapped together to share in makeshift red ink, and his arms became his canvas to draw lines and symbols along their length, as well as runes on the floor—careful not to draw where his life force had already been smeared.

“Twenty-two bridges... sixty-six crowns and belts.”

Beads of sweat dripped from his brow as his mind focused with renewed resolve to generate the white rectangle coming aglow before his eyes.

“Footprints, distant thunder... sharp peak, engulfing land, hidden in the night... sea of clouds, blue line.”

Though stilted, his hands moved like a conductor’s guiding baton, channeling his power into roots of spirit energy encroaching from the box of white light. His mind reached out to every one of his squad who he knew survived the first wave as he mentally reached out in the direction of the 13th Division grounds.

“Form a circle... and fly through the heavens."

Before their numbers could dwindle more and more, until there wouldn’t be a division left to save, he can still try and make a difference among those who remain.

“Bakudō #77... Tenteikūra.”

Relief flooded Kōtarō’s soul as he could now clearly sense the familiar auras of the handful of seated officers lingering in the area. Among the unseated, less than half their total number from before this sickening war started still stood.

Time to do his job.

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Attention, officers of the 13th Division. This is your 4th Seat, Kōtarō Ryōhei, speaking.

Today... is no doubt the darkest time any of us have ever faced as shinigami. War has come to our doorstep with retribution and violence the likes of which we have never seen. The Quincy intend to wipe us all out, for our forefathers attempting to do the same to them a long time ago.

This battle, though we in the present never noticed the shadow of its approach... was a long time coming for all of us.

I... I know things look bleak right now. They have the advantage in information. They have the advantage in number. They have the advantage in military tactics, in home territory, and in sheer power. There... really is no easy way to say this, but we may very well be staring down our last days... not just as individuals, but as a collective. I won’t fault any of you for feeling helpless and outmatched, or having lost the will to fight, because for a minute there... I did too-

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A harsh grunt cut him off as pain flared in his gut. It was tempting to bring a hand back down to resume self-treatment, but he could not end the transmission now. Not yet!

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-but... our Captain—our Division—lives by a creed, in that there are two types of fights: fights where we protect honour, and fights where we protect life. We may not fight for the honour of the Gotei 13 or the division right now... hell, I don’t know if either will still exist when this battle is over, yet... we can still—and absolutely must—fight to protect life.

We have lost too many among us already. Close allies. Loved ones. Lifelong friends in the 13th and out. But though there is no bringing htem back from the dead... they still live on through you. Their hopes, their dreams, their memories... their hearts. You die here... then that’s it, they will all die for good, along with you. If the Quincy take that from you, then there really will be no Gotei 13 left to return to-!

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Breathing turned laboured as he felt his mouth go dry. He needed to lie down and rest. No, he needed to be seen to. But that hardly mattered to him now. He couldn’t count on the 4th Division this minute. He had to stick to what he can do and see it through to the bitter end, if that is what it will come to!

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So... it comes down to this, in what could be our final hour: the fight to protect life—your own... and that of the soul reaper standing next to you. Until further notice... until Captain Ukitake or Lieutenant Kuchiki return to issue new orders, then follow this one single command... by any means necessary: survive.

Whether you regroup, run fast, watch your surroundings, hide, or even strike them from behind... just survive. If all else fails... then stand your ground, give the Quincy hell, and make sure their job is not an easy one.

I... I will try my hardest to return to you all, but... in the event that... this is the last you hear from me... just know that...

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“...it’s been a privilege... and an honour... for me to have served and fought alongside you all these many years. Ryōhei out.”

The moment connection terminated, his bloodied arms slackened, but he made sure his palm fell back over his wound to pick up where he left off. In his self-imposed strain, some of the work he already put in towards healing came undone, so it was back to doing it all again from scratch. Fantastic.

As his body slid so he may lie down fully once again, bleary sights looked up to the dimly lit ceiling in worry for the immediate future. Eyelids grew heavy, and the urge to sleep grew ever tempting, but Kōtarō feared that the time he closed his eyes again would be his last if he drifted off right away. He did not want to die yet. This war had only just begun in earnest, and he would be damned if he allowed himself to be done in by a single attack.

Once he finished patching himself up, rested, and got back on his feet, then it would be time to face the Quincy properly. For now, however...

“Captain Ukitake... I... hope I did the right thing.”

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28/365: Squad 13 Captain Rukia Kuchiki & 3rd Seat Sentarō Kotsubaki #illustration #drawing #pen #pendrawing #artoftheday #sketch_daily #sketchbook #art #artwork #artistsoninstagram #instaart #myart #artph #joyblivion #365joyblivion #365 #day28of365 #bleach #squad13 #soulreaper #gotei13 #rukiakuchiki #sentarokotsubaki

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Sentarō Kotsubaki, Kiyone Kotetsu, Jūshirō Ukitake © Bleach - Tite Kubo

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Kiyone Kotetsu, Orihime Inoue, Sentarō Kotsubaki © Bleach - Tite Kubo

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Sentarō Kotsubaki, Hanatarō Yamada © Bleach - Tite Kubo

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Sentarō Kotsubaki, Kiyone Kotetsu © Bleach - Tite Kubo

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Sentarō Kotsubaki © Bleach - Tite Kubo