In a similar fashion to him, Raizo reacted to his move also with a diagonal slash. As the the Vizard Commander tried to keep his aim steady, he understood from the man’s momentary expression that something hadn’t gone exactly the way the Shinigami wanted it to. At the last second, the final remaining piece of his armor that covered his body loosened and shattered, exposing his left arm and directing Shuren’s sword to his collarbone. But despite this, Raizo somehow managed to continue his attack and directed is sword towards the young Vizard’s own collarbone. Shuren didn’t try to stop it unlike this friend’s previous attempts to injure him. Although he reflexively tightened his muscle tissue, from his lack of response one could almost say that he welcomed the blow.

“A fitting end… to a memorable fight.” he commented and retracted his sword carefully. Looking at it briefly, he tossed the Zanpakutou away, as if he was discarding it. Afterwards he grabbed the blade of Raizo’s sword and slowly pushed it away. He stared at his freshly cut hand and smiled. The Gudoudama behind him disappeared and the reiatsu shroud he had been cloaked in for hours faded away, bit by bit as if it was fire that was being put out. First the markings on his skin and clothes disappeared, and then his skin and eyes turned back to their normal color. The skies calmed down completely and the winds ceased to blow. Ripping the upper parts of his regular clothes off, Shuren deactivated his Bankai. Yet his Shikai was still in use: he was using air manipulation to condense air around his and Raizo’s heavy injuries, so neither of them would bleed out. Once he was done he stepped back and walked towards where his sword had stabbed the ground. Picking it up, he sheathed it back into its scabbard and panted. Now that his Bankai wasn’t active, he could really feel the exhaustion of his body.