"Captain Komamura has fallen…"
Tetsuzaemon Iba, the vice-captain of Squad 7, stared at the collapsed figure in the distance. His voice was dry and strained.
It wasn't just because Sajin Komamura was his captain—It was because this marked the first time one of the top Shinigami had been defeated in the war against the Menos Grande.
This meant the tide was turning.And not in their favor.
"Well now, Captain Aizen," Ichimaru Gin said with a sly smile, flames flickering around him, "seems like things are going great for us."
But Aizen Sōsuke didn't look pleased. He glanced up at the sky, his voice calm but cold:
"There's nothing to celebrate. Hueco Mundo… is in trouble. Four Espadas have been killed. All by him—that human. He's becoming very interesting."
Even though Aizen had left Hueco Mundo, he still had ways of receiving information from it.
From what he'd heard—aside from Ulquiorra—every other Espada had been eliminated.
All by a single out-of-control human.
"What!?" Gin's eyes widened. Instinctively, he thought of Nanaya.He hadn't imagined Nanaya would grow so powerful, so fast.
Could he even defeat Aizen now…?
The thought briefly crossed Gin's mind—But he pushed it aside.No one knew Aizen Sōsuke better than he did.
To Gin, Aizen may still have appeared like a Shinigami on the outside, but on the inside—he had already surpassed anything human or spiritual.
He was more like a god than anything else.
Only my Shinsō... might be able to stop him... Gin thought silently. His usual smile remained, but his hand instinctively moved to his sword's hilt.
Aizen broke the silence.
He looked toward the battlefield and said flatly:
"Seems like we shouldn't let these ones die just yet. Prepare to fight."
Before this, Aizen had only viewed the Arrancar and Menos Grande as expendable pawns.
But after learning what had happened in Hueco Mundo, he realized he might need them—if only as disposable soldiers to buy time.
Ichimaru Gin, who had just begun to calm down, froze once again.
His pupils widened in shock.
That human boy…...was forcing even Aizen Sōsuke to reconsider.
The battle continued—But a sense of dread hung heavily over the Shinigami forces.
That sense of hopelessness only deepened when Apache, Mila Rose, and Sun-Sun—the three subordinates of Tier Harribel—used their fusion technique.
The three women grabbed their right arms—And with a sudden, brutal motion, ripped them off.
"Triform Fusion: Chimera Beast God!"
Their arms merged in a blast of glowing red energy.
When the light faded, a monstrous creature hovered in the sky: humanoid, with deer-like horns and hooves, long black curls, and a tail made of one hundred glowing spheres.
The creature's spiritual pressure surged.
It wasn't just stronger than the three of them.
It was stronger than Tier Harribel herself—Stronger than any other Arrancar or Menos Grande present.
Ichimaru Gin narrowed his eyes, but forced himself to stay composed.
This was the reason Aizen had brought the three of them to Karakura Town in the first place—Even after capturing Tier Harribel.
"This thing might actually be stronger than Harribel…" Gin thought grimly.
And sure enough—once this "Chimera Beast God" entered the fight, the Shinigami were quickly overwhelmed.
They were thrown across the battlefield like ragdolls.
Some were knocked unconscious before they could react.
In just a few minutes, every vice-captain had fallen:
Tetsuzaemon Iba, Hisagi Shūhei, Izuru Kira, Yumichika Ayasegawa, Marechiyo Ōmaeda…
All seriously injured.
Only the division captains were still standing and struggling to fight back.
Realizing how dire the situation had become, the old man—Captain-Commander Yamamoto—could no longer remain still.
He began drawing his Zanpakutō, ready to unleash his full power.
But at that moment—A voice cut through the chaos.
Not from the flames, not from the enemy lines…But from within the ranks of the Shinigami themselves.
It was Hinamori Momo.
Her voice was calm and eerily familiar:
"Captain… are you really going to swing your sword against the Beast God?"
Instantly, all the nearby Shinigami froze.
Their faces went pale.
Aizen Sōsuke… was not where they thought he was.
He hadn't been trapped in the flames at all.
He had been posing as Hinamori Momo right under their noses.
Yamamoto narrowed his eyes.His grip tightened on his sword… then slowly loosened.
He gave up the idea of attacking.
Right now, he couldn't see through the illusion of Kyōka Suigetsu.
And if he couldn't trust his eyes… he couldn't strike.
Without Yamamoto's help, the tide turned even further against the Shinigami.
Not only had the Beast God gone on a rampage—
But now… Aizen himself was ready to step in.
In the distance, the Fire-Extinguishing Prince, who had been quietly playing in the mud, suddenly chose to join the battle.
His strength was terrifying—on par with an Espada ranked between second and third.
But even more alarming was the monstrous figure fighting beside him, whose power nearly surpassed that—closer to the level of the first Espada.
Just a single roar from the Fire-Extinguishing Prince shattered the sky's snowfall and sent Hitsugaya Tōshirō, who had been using Ice Sky Hundred Flower Funeral, into a desperate fight. He was severely injured on the spot.
The swirling snowflakes dispersed as if erased from the sky.
"This guy..." Hitsugaya gritted his teeth, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. He clutched his Zanpakutō tightly, his gaze fixed in disbelief on the distant figure.
That man had soft, wavy golden hair and piercing violet eyes. Dark hollow markings dotted his face. A hollow hole pierced straight through his torso.
A crown-shaped hollow mask rested atop his head, and he wore loose, casual clothing that openly displayed the hollow hole. His Zanpakutō rested on his back, and he stood calmly among the Arrancar as if unaware of the chaos around him.
Despite his slightly silly and spaced-out expression, his power was no joke. Hitsugaya couldn't believe how easily he had been injured—it had happened in an instant.
Elsewhere, the terrifying Chimera Beast God was relentlessly attacking Jūshirō Ukitake.
Already weakened by illness, Ukitake only managed a few clashes with the beast before blood began leaking from his lips.
The Shinigami's morale dropped sharply again.
No one had expected this.
The forces of Seireitei—Captain-class Shinigami—were being completely overwhelmed by the invaders from Hueco Mundo.
As despair set in, many couldn't help but think of a single figure:A human boy.
The one who had once seen through Aizen Sōsuke's Kyōka Suigetsu.The one who had gone toe-to-toe with a captain's Bankai.
If he were here, perhaps he could turn the tide of battle.Maybe… just maybe… there was still hope.
But that boy wasn't here.
Right now, he was still in Hueco Mundo.
Accompanying him were some of the strongest warriors—Unohana Retsu, Kurosaki Ichigo, Neliel Tu Odelschwanck, and even Tier Harribel.
One by one, as the tide turned against them, the wounded Shinigami silently prayed.Please… let him come back soon.Please… bring help back from Hueco Mundo…
Meanwhile, in Hueco Mundo—
The very boy they prayed for now stood with a strange, fox-like white and red mask covering his face, resembling the Nine-Tails.
But something was wrong.
He was clearly under the influence of a Hollow transformation.
His right index finger pointed coldly and ruthlessly at Zaraki Kenpachi in the distance.
"Hollow Dog Cannon."
A violent red blast of energy burst forth from his fingertip.
Zaraki Kenpachi, instead of dodging, laughed wildly and charged in with his sword raised high.
"Nanaya! I've been waiting to fight you again. Let's do—"
BOOM!!!
He never finished his sentence.
The dark red energy obliterated everything in its path.
Kenpachi vanished in an instant, swallowed by the blast. The explosion shattered the ground above and below, erasing him from the Menos Forest and flinging his body all the way back to the ruins of Las Noches.
Watching this unfold, even the cold and composed Byakuya Kuchiki broke into a sweat.
His voice was low and cautious:
"This Vasto Lorde… sealed inside Nanaya—his spiritual pressure is on par with a captain… maybe even stronger."
Kurotsuchi Mayuri, on the other hand, stared at Nanaya with a twisted kind of excitement.
Eyes gleaming, he licked his lips and muttered:
"Not just close—his spiritual pressure in this form is beyond a captain's Shikai. And somehow… he's still retaining rational thought..."
"Amazing… how is a Vasto Lorde-level Hollow sealed inside a human body like this? I need to dissect this specimen immediately… slice him open… analyze everything…"
But before Mayuri could finish that thought—
Nanaya, still masked, turned to look directly at him.
His voice was cold, detached.
"Annoying... die."
In a blur of white and red, Nanaya vanished and reappeared in front of Mayuri in an instant.
Without hesitation, he slapped him casually.
Mayuri's body flew backwards like a ragdoll, smashing through stone and rubble.
Now, both Mayuri and Zaraki Kenpachi lay broken and unconscious in the ruins of Las Noches.
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