In Front of the Confession Palace
Countless Shinigami spread out their spiritual energy veins.
When they saw the black-haired boy standing there, all of them shivered. His purple eyes seemed to carry the weight of life and death itself.
"That monster… he's gotten even stronger."
A vice-captain-level Shinigami spoke with a serious expression.
It was obvious—Nanaya's spiritual power had grown. In just four days, his energy had increased by a noticeable amount.
As their spiritual sensing spread, they got a clearer look at the scene in front of the Confession Palace.
"Wait... that figure lying under the traveler's feet… it looks so familiar!"
One of the Shinigami gasped.
He felt like the body under Nanaya's feet looked just like Chōjirō Sasakibe, the former vice-captain of Squad One.
But… that couldn't be, right?
Even though Sasakibe was only a vice-captain, he had lived for hundreds of years and was said to have mastered his Bankai long ago. He remained as Yamamoto's vice-captain out of deep loyalty and admiration.
People didn't talk about it much, but everyone knew Sasakibe was powerful. After centuries of experience, his true strength was hard to measure.
"You're not mistaken. That is Chōjirō Sasakibe. Did Nanaya actually defeat him?!"
It was Shūhei Tetsuzaemon, vice-captain of Squad Seven, who spoke—his voice full of disbelief.
Just moments ago, he had clearly felt the power of a Bankai and even heard the sound of thunder rumbling through the air.
That was Sasakibe's Bankai—Kōkō Gonryō Rikyū—a powerful technique that hadn't been used in centuries.
Everyone expected that Bankai to at least hold its own against Nanaya.
But shockingly, within just seconds of activating it, Sasakibe had fallen to the ground, defeated and humiliated.
All of the Shinigami who were watching through their spiritual sensing were stunned.
A man with a Bankai had been taken down in an instant.
Even those as strong as Byakuya Kuchiki were visibly shaken.
"How could someone fall that fast when their Bankai is almost as powerful as mine…?"
Byakuya's eyes grew more focused. His calm demeanor cracked slightly as he processed what had just happened.
"Sasakibe's Bankai might even be stronger than mine…"
Elsewhere, in the Fourth Division's medical wing, Sajin Komamura lay in bed. His heart trembled as he thought about what he had just sensed.
This was the first time he had seen Sasakibe's Bankai—its lightning-based power was terrifying, even more powerful than his own Kokujō Tengen Myō'ō.
And yet, after only a few moments, Sasakibe had already lost. No one had even seen the full fight—it had ended too fast.
"That monster… could he really kill a captain in seconds now?"
In another hospital bed nearby, Hitsugaya Tōshirō's face was dark.
He glanced at his childhood friend, Hinamori Momo, lying unconscious next to him. Even now, days later, he didn't have the courage to share the same bed.
"Damn it, Hinamori… I might not be able to avenge you," he muttered under his breath.
His fists tightened.
"Could Nanaya really surpass Yhwach?"
In Squad Eight, Kyoraku Shunsui was deep in thought, eyes filled with doubt.
From what he knew, even Yhwach—the terrifying enemy from a thousand years ago—took time to grow before he finally invaded the Soul Society.
But Nanaya's growth was happening even faster. Dangerously fast.
"That boy... could he even defeat Aizen?"
In Squad Three, Gin Ichimaru no longer wore his usual sly smile. His expression was serious as he spread his spiritual sensing to feel the remnants of the battlefield.
Nanaya had grown far beyond what anyone had expected—in just a few days.
It made Gin pause. For the first time, the fearsome image of Aizen Sōsuke in his mind started to waver.
Maybe Aizen… wasn't invincible after all.
"Cocky brat…"
Back in the First Division headquarters.
Yamamoto, the captain-commander, stared down at the scene. Seeing his trusted vice-captain lying defeated filled him with fury.
Flames of spiritual energy erupted from his body—hot and raging.
Without hesitation, he stepped out of the barracks.
His footsteps were heavy.
His anger was real.
Nanaya stood over Chōjirō Sasakibe's body, shook his head in disappointment, and stepped right over him, heading into the Confession Palace.
Inside, the palace was pure white. Each room had only a small window, making the place feel cold, oppressive, and eerie.
The floor was made from a special stone that could suppress spiritual energy. It was meant to weaken any Shinigami inside.
But it didn't affect Nanaya at all. He moved through the entire palace quickly, scanning every room.
"Nope," he muttered as he exited the palace again.
Just as he had expected—none of the Shinigami had dared to lock Rukia Kuchiki inside.
Suddenly, Nanaya felt something strange. He looked up at the sky, confused.
Flames. Thick, hot clouds began gathering above, glowing red and radiating heat. It felt like a fire god had descended from the heavens.
The temperature skyrocketed.
From a normal, cool ten degrees to several hundred. The moisture in the air vanished, making everything dry and suffocating.
(TLnote- 10 degrees is normal??)
Even the ground began to glow red, as if it would burst into flames at any moment.
Nanaya glanced into the distance and let out a tired sigh. "I didn't even kill him... Why are you showing up, old man?"
He knew who was behind the heat the moment it arrived.
The Shinigami nearby gasped in surprise.
"It's the Captain-Commander! He's going to deal with this threat himself!"
Suddenly, all of the Soul Society seemed to come alive.
Spiritual sensing veins spread out across the Seireitei as Shinigami tuned in to the showdown.
Everyone knew the name Raging Fire Nanaya—a name that struck fear into even the strongest captains. Until now, no one had been able to stop him.
But now, the Captain-Commander himself—Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto—had stepped in.
The strongest Shinigami in a thousand years.
Shinigami across the city were in high spirits. Some even smiled, confident that this fight would finally bring Nanaya down.
Then it happened.
A wave of flames surged forward—an explosion of fire that ripped across the sky like a volcanic eruption. The horizon turned into a sea of fire, boiling the air itself.
Buildings were instantly cut down and melted into molten rubble.
Nanaya didn't move. He stood calmly and shouted into the flames:
"Old man, you're seriously overdoing it! Do you want me to pull out your beard one hair at a time?!"
Shinigami watching the scene were completely stunned.
He was still shouting jokes?
Did he even realize what was coming at him?
That was the Captain-Commander's blade—Ryūjin Jakka! The flames it produced reached over 8,000 degrees! Even captains avoided it!
And yet… this brat was threatening to pull Yamamoto's beard?!
"He won't be laughing in a second," one of the Shinigami muttered. "No one can dodge that strike."
In their minds, this was it. No one could survive a direct hit from Ryūjin Jakka—not even Nanaya.
But then...
As the flames reached him, Nanaya lifted a round fan in his hand and pointed it straight at the attack.
Calmly, he said:
"Uchiha Milkshake."
BOOM!!
(TLNOTE-UCHIHA MILKSHAKE GETS 5 BIG BOOMS)
The flames didn't hit him.
Instead, they were reflected.
The fiery sword strike turned into a massive shockwave, blasting backward.
It tore through a nearby building, ripped through four divisions, and nearly burned dozens of Shinigami alive.
Silence fell.
No one could believe what they had just seen.
That was Yamamoto's sword—the Ryūjin Jakka. And Nanaya had just deflected it like it was nothing.
With a fan.
A round fan.
The Shinigami were completely confused.
"What even is that fan?! A Zanpakutō? But… he's human. How could he even have one!?"
Shock and disbelief spread through the crowd.
Meanwhile, Nanaya glanced at the burn mark on his fan and patted his chest. "Phew, that was close. Almost scorched my Uchiha fan…"
The Shinigami who had been watching nearly coughed up blood in frustration.
This was the Captain-Commander's most powerful technique—something that would be legendary to survive.
And this kid was complaining about his fan getting burned?!
Ignoring their shock, Nanaya looked over his shoulder at the Confession Palace towering behind him.
He swallowed hard, then reached out a hand and said:
"Spirit power that's been slightly roasted by fire probably tastes better than regular spirit power, right?"
As he spoke, the wall of the Confession Palace began to crumble.
The entire structure dissolved into spirit particles—and Nanaya ate them.
One by one, the outer walls, the inner walls, and even the second tower were consumed by him.
The Shinigami watching were horrified.
He was treating the Captain-Commander's attack like a campfire...
And the Confession Palace—one of the holiest sites in Soul Society—was now just fuel and food.
He had destroyed it.
Right in front of Yamamoto.
In the next moment, an even stronger, more violent Reiatsu erupted.
The ground shook. The temperature rose again.
Shinigami all around gasped and turned pale.
They knew what this meant.
The Captain-Commander was truly enraged now.
Nanaya knew it too.
After swallowing the last bit of the Confession Palace, he casually slung the round fan over his shoulder and took off running.
As he ran, he called back over his shoulder:
"Hey! Grumpy old man! You burned the whole Confession Palace—next time, I'll teach you how to manage your fire better!"
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