"Do it! Kill him now!!!"
Hirako Shinji gripped Kyōka Suigetsu's blade tightly, shouting with a twisted expression.
It was rare to see him lose his cool like this.
The other members of the Masked Corps wore the same look—rage, desperation, and determination. They knew just how hard it had been to reach this one moment.
If it weren't for Aizen Sōsuke's arrogance—his single moment of carelessness—Shinji would never have managed to grab Kyōka Suigetsu's blade. Normally, he wouldn't even be sure which one was the real Aizen.
Ōtoribashi Rōjūrō, dressed flamboyantly like a stage performer, stepped forward and unleashed his Zanpakutō without hesitation, Reiatsu flaring wildly around him.
"Bankai!""Kinshara Butōdan!"(Golden Sal Tree Dance Troupe!)
Amidst the roaring spiritual pressure, his Zanpakutō transformed into a golden conductor's baton, growing longer and swirling like a whip.
Golden dancers appeared, their heads adorned with blooming flowers, their bodies wrapped in long golden ribbons. Behind Rōjūrō, two enormous hands—wielding batons—rose from the shadows.
"Second Act—Volcano Messenger!" Rōjūrō called out, teeth clenched.
The golden dancers clapped rhythmically. From their palms, bursts of fire erupted. With each clap, the flames intensified.
Finally, one of the golden dancers raised its arm high—and a wave of roaring fire surged toward Aizen.
At the same time, the other members of the Visoreds launched their attacks—Cero blasts of every color rained down like lasers.
BOOM!!!
The explosion shook the air. The shockwaves flattened everything around it.
Aizen's body was completely engulfed by the blasts, and thick smoke clouded the battlefield.
Even Shinji, despite being at the center of it all, had taken serious damage. Cuts streaked across his body, and flames clung to his clothing.
But he didn't care. Still gripping Kyōka Suigetsu, he stared into the smoke, heart pounding.
"Did we get him? Is it over!?"
"Hah. Not even close."
Inside the Susanoo's crystal, Nanaya scoffed lazily. "Thanks to you guys, he's even more dangerous now."
His Rinnegan pierced the smoke like it wasn't even there. He could see Aizen clearly.
The white armor-like substance covering Aizen's face had shattered, revealing his calm expression. On his chest, the Hōgyoku pulsed with an eerie blue light—now fully fused into his body.
He was evolving again.
Right before Nanaya's eyes, Aizen's spiritual pressure was climbing—fast.
Already, it was nearly on par with the Ten Tails' third-stage form.
"What!?"
Shinji's eyes widened as he heard Nanaya's words. He stared into the smoke, heart sinking.
Everyone had attacked at full power. There was no way Aizen could have taken all that head-on.
And yet—
"Captain Hirako…" Aizen's voice echoed calmly from the smoke, unbothered. "Don't you see? After fusing with the Hōgyoku, I've transcended you—and this entire dimension."
"There is no one in this world who can defeat me. Not even the Captain-Commander."
"Once I forge the Ōken… I'll go to the Soul King Palace—""—and kill the Soul King."
From within the smoke, a pale white hand emerged—aimed directly at Hirako.
A calm voice followed.
"Hadō No. 90—Kurohitsugi." (Black Coffin.)
A giant black cube materialized around Shinji, imprisoning him in absolute darkness.
"AIZEN!!!"
Shinji's voice echoed from inside.
Then came the sound—countless blades piercing through flesh.
When the coffin dissolved, Shinji's bloodied body dropped from the sky like a dead leaf caught in autumn wind. His eyes were blank.
"Shinji!!!"
The Visoreds' expressions twisted in horror. Instinctively, they moved to catch him.
But Aizen's gaze froze them in place.
He calmly lifted his finger again.
"Raikōhō." (Fiery Lightning Howl.)"Sōren Sōkatsui." (Twin Lotus Blue Fire Crash.)"Zanhana Rin." (Severing Flower Wheel.)"Senjū Kōtentaibakuhatsu." (Thousand-Handed Heavenly Cannon Explosion.)
No chants. No incantations. Just raw, merciless Kidō, unleashed all at once.
Golden lightning. Blue fire. Invisible force. Crashing explosions.
The barrage of Kidō tore through the sky like a storm of gods.
The Visoreds could only stare, wide-eyed and frozen in place, unable to dodge—overwhelmed by despair.
A hundred years of preparation… and now they understood.
Their enemy's strength had far surpassed them.
One single spell—Kurohitsugi—had instantly taken down Hirako Shinji, their strongest. He hadn't even had a chance to strike back.
They weren't even fighting in the same league.
Just when it seemed like they would all be wiped out—
"Kamui!""Bakudō No. 81—Danku!""Bakudō No. 81—Danku!""Bakudō No. 81—Danku!"
Nanaya activated Kamui and released a powerful Rinnegan wave, instantly distorting space around Senju Hadō No. 91, the most powerful Kidō.
The entire area warped and disappeared—completely swallowed by Kamui.
As for the other three Hadō spells—they were blocked by three simultaneous Danku barriers.
The ones who cast those Bakudō were none other than:
Hachigen Ushōda of the Visoreds...and three unexpected arrivals:
Urahara Kisuke,Tessai Tsukabishi,and Kurosaki Isshin, clad in a full Shinigami battle uniform.
From a distance, Kurosaki Ichigo, still weak and recovering, stared wide-eyed as if he'd just seen a ghost.
He pointed at Isshin in disbelief.
"Old—OI!?"
How did his sloppy, laid-back dad end up here—in the middle of one of the most dangerous battles ever!?
And not only that… he was wearing the robes of a fully active Shinigami.
Isshin scratched his head, clearly uncomfortable under his son's stunned gaze.
"Ugh, explaining this is a pain…" he muttered. "Anyway, all you need to know is this—things are getting serious."
Then he squinted at Ichigo, puzzled.
"Wait a minute… You look like you got wrecked. You weren't even fighting Aizen, were you? Why can't I feel your Reiatsu at all?"
Ichigo's eye twitched, and he glanced bitterly at Nanaya.
This guy's fault.
That ridiculous Nine Tails transformation nearly beat him to death back in Hueco Mundo.
If not for Inoue Orihime's healing abilities, he wouldn't even be standing. Even now, his body wasn't fully recovered.
"Let's talk about that later," Urahara said, eyes locked on Aizen, his tone deadly serious."The priority now is stopping Aizen before his power evolves even further."
Isshin nodded and pulled out his Zanpakutō, his eyes sharpening with purpose.
He knew as well as anyone: Aizen had to be stopped here and now.
Raising his blade, he called out:
"Burn—Engetsu!"
A burst of Reiatsu flared to life.
Flames erupted from his sword, revealing it to be a powerful flame-type Zanpakutō. The fiery blade hissed and roared as he stepped forward—
—and launched himself straight toward Aizen with blazing speed.
Seeing reinforcements arrive, the Visoreds regained their fighting spirit. Without hesitation, they attacked again.
Aizen's body responded. The white, armor-like substance covering him began to twist and writhe once more.
But before anyone could act further, Nanaya's voice suddenly cut through the chaos—impatient and scathing.
"What are you all, the Seven Calabash Brothers?""Charging in one at a time to feed him EXP!?"
"Tch. Move! I don't care if you die!"
"Ten Tails: Heaven and Earth Shift!!!"
As Nanaya spoke, the monstrous Ten Tails beside him let out a deafening roar, ten massive tails whipping through the air.
Its gaping jaws opened toward the heavens, and its Reiatsu flooded the battlefield like a tsunami.
In an instant, the very laws of nature bent under its will.
The entire space—sky, land, and air—fell under its control.
The spiritual fabric of Karakura Town trembled as apocalyptic energy surged out from the beast.
Disasters erupted one after another.
Thunderstorms cracked across the sky—bolts of lightning thicker than tree trunks rained down, turning the daylight pale under their blinding flash.
White tornadoes, infused with violent wind blades, spun across the land—ripping apart buildings and tearing through the ground.
Suddenly, water surged unnaturally from thin air.
An immense flood formed a towering tsunami, howling through the city with unstoppable force, threatening to consume everything in its path.
And that wasn't all.
A sky-darkening sandstorm howled overhead, obscuring vision and stripping flesh from bone.
From the heavens, molten meteors began to fall—flaming chunks of magma raining across the city like divine punishment.
Thick white smog spread out over the battlefield, melting everything it touched.
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