The raging elemental disasters continued to ravage the battlefield without mercy.
Thunder, fire, hurricanes, floods, haze, sandstorms, molten meteors...
Every natural catastrophe imaginable had manifested—unleashed like judgment day over Karakura Town.
Within seconds, the city that had served as a battlefield stand-in was utterly annihilated.
Everywhere was destruction.
Only scorched ruins remained, swallowed by the chaos of the elements.
Even Kurosaki Isshin wasn't spared. A sudden bolt of lightning struck him squarely, smoke pouring from his hair as he stumbled back.
He nearly shouted:
"My—!! Nanaya, what the hell are you doing!?"
Crack!Another bolt hit him.
Then came a wave of corrosive white mist that began melting through his black shihakushō—the Death Tyrant Robe—leaving smoking holes.
Not far away, Urahara Kisuke wasn't faring any better.
As petty revenge, Nanaya had subtly directed more of the chaos toward him.
"Get to work, Benihime."
Urahara drew his Zanpakutō, firing small fireballs upward to counter the raining magma—but the molten debris still splattered all around.
His robes were burned in several places. His hat had been blown off, and his once-smooth hair now curled up in singed coils, reeking of smoke.
The Visoreds were in even worse shape, getting battered left and right by the storm.
Up above, Nanaya floated calmly inside Susanoo, visibly annoyed.
"You guys are too weak.""Get out of the way. Every time you fight Aizen, you only push him to evolve faster!"
And sure enough, Aizen was evolving again.
The white armor on his body began shifting and reforming at the shoulders—slowly taking the shape of hollow wings.
His Reiatsu surged beyond anything from before. If he evolved even once or twice more, he would surpass the Ten Tails' final form.
Nanaya frowned.
"I have to become the Ten Tails' Jinchūriki before he reaches his perfect form…"he thought, calculating every second in his head.
Meanwhile, Kisuke, Tessai, Isshin, and the Visoreds were collectively boiling with frustration.
Weak!? Seriously!?
That was insulting.
Every single one of them was at least Vice-Captain level. Most were former captains—top-class warriors of Soul Society.
And yet… Nanaya treated them like cannon fodder.
To make things worse, his attacks hadn't even been limited to Aizen. The natural disasters had hit them too.
Crack! Boom!
Another bolt of white lightning split the sky and struck the ground, sending more debris flying.
Kisuke was hit again—this time hard enough to char his coat. He trembled violently, his body blackened and smoldering. He opened his mouth and weakly coughed out a puff of black smoke.
"Na…na…Nanaya… you idiot…" he gasped, face twitching with disbelief.
Things had originally been under control.
He had planned to bait Aizen into a trap—to weaken him with Kidō and seal him during a vulnerable moment.
But now?
He was about to get cooked by lightning.
Between coughs of smoke, Kisuke stared out at the chaos.
"This scale… the sheer intensity of these disasters…" he muttered, watching the Ten Tails with wide eyes.
"That thing might be even more terrifying than Aizen…"
His heart was pounding.
And this wasn't fear—it was instinct.
Kisuke, former Captain of Squad 12 and one of the smartest men in Soul Society, was still trembling from the thunder alone.
He knew what that meant.
The Ten Tails wasn't just strong—it was lethal.
At its current power, it could kill someone like him outright.
It wasn't just Aizen evolving into a monster.
The Ten Tails was evolving too.
In the distance, Hitsugaya Tōshirō watched the disaster unfold—and for a moment, he questioned everything.
Thunderstorms, floods, fire raining from the sky…
They weren't just attacks.
They were pure acts of nature.
He swallowed hard, eyes locked on the storm.
"This is… celestial power…"
He glanced down at Hyōrinmaru, the most powerful ice-type Zanpakutō.
His lips tightened.
"…My Zanpakutō also controls celestial elements…"
But lately, it felt like his title meant nothing.
Rukia'sSode no Shirayuki had already surpassed him in ice-type abilities.
Now, Nanaya's Ten Tails was overwhelming his domain of weather control too.
He looked at his blade in silent frustration.
"This is supposed to be the strongest ice Zanpakutō…"
"…but that monster's power… this disaster…"
"…it's just too far beyond us."
"The spiritual energy of the entire city is being drawn in…"
"These disasters… the destruction is unreal. I'm just a vice-captain, but I swear—if one of those lightning bolts hits me, I'm dead on the spot…"
"And the worst one is that magma—it's falling from the sky like a rainstorm. Thousands of molten blasts in just a second! It's tearing the ground apart!"
In the distance, groups of stunned Shinigami and Hollows stared toward Karakura Town.
Their eyes were wide with disbelief as they watched the raging natural disasters sweep through what remained of the battlefield.
The level of destruction in just a few seconds had already far exceeded the aftermath of their war with the Arrancar and Menos Grande.
Karakura Town—flattened. Reduced to scorched ruin.
It was apocalyptic.
"Ahh… man…"Kyoraku Shunsui scratched his head, looking grim."This reminds me of training with my old teacher…"
Beside him, Ukitake Jūshirō gave a slow, reluctant nod.
In his mind, the level of power unfolding in front of them was comparable to the full strength of Ryūjin Jakka in its Bankai state.
Above it all, Nanaya quietly observed the heart of the destruction.
"Control over the weather itself… The power to bend nature to your will…"He muttered, eyes narrowed."The world is changing… but is it enough to kill Aizen Sōsuke?"
Lightning, magma, floods, storms, and haze had scorched every inch of the city's remains.
The ground had been obliterated, blasted open into a bottomless crater.
Of Aizen—no sign.
Nanaya's Rinnegan glowed faintly.
He brought his hands together.
"Rain Tiger at Will Technique."
A gentle rain began to fall from the sky.
It was a sensory technique from the Rinnegan—anyone touched by the rain would be instantly detected by Nanaya, no matter how well they hid.
As the fine drizzle fell, Nanaya's perception pierced the ruins.
And then he saw him.
Aizen Sōsuke.
Buried in the center of the storm, battered, but still evolving.
Aizen no longer looked like himself.
A slit resembling an eye had opened on his forehead. His eyebrows were completely gone. And growing from his back were two enormous butterfly-like wings—pale and pulsating.
A hole had formed in his chest, with the Hōgyoku resting at its center.
It looked eerily similar to a Menos Grande's Hollow hole.
And around him, the remnants of the natural disasters flickered, their energy scattered—but his wings continued to unfold, glowing faintly.
Like a cocoon splitting open.
A chrysalis.
He was about to emerge as something completely new—reborn through total transformation.
Nanaya's eyes narrowed.
"I can't feel his Reiatsu anymore…"
It wasn't that Aizen had hidden it—it was that his existence had moved beyond it.
He had transcended the boundaries between Shinigami and Hollow…
And was beginning to transcend reality itself.
For those who had not reached this realm, Aizen's spiritual pressure was now completely undetectable.
At the same time…
The Ten Tails howled.
Its vast body surged with explosive energy—and began to transform again.
This was its third form.
Its head reshaped itself into a massive purple bud, and its Reiatsu momentarily weakened—because it, too, had passed into another realm of existence.
Nanaya's lips curled into a grin.
"The third stage is ready."
He stared at the Ten Tails with blazing determination.
Now that it had reached this form, he could seal it within himself—becoming its perfect Jinchūriki.
And with that…
He would attain the power of the Six Paths.
But just as Nanaya prepared to make his move…
Aizen moved first.
Still standing at the heart of the storm, surrounded by chaos, he slowly raised his head—his expression cold and calculating.
He looked around at the dozens of converging disasters.
And then, for the final time, he raised his sword—Kyōka Suigetsu, now partially fused with his right arm.
"Sword Pressure."
No chant. No name.
Just a whisper.
The Kyōka Suigetsu pulsed with invisible power, far too refined for ordinary Shinigami to detect.
They only saw the motion—Aizen swinging his sword.
A flash of white light.
SHHHHRRRRRAAAA!!
Dozens of natural disasters—gone.
Cleaved apart with a single swing.
Everything in front of him was erased, obliterated by the spiritual shockwave.
A massive canyon tore open through the wreckage of Karakura Town, carved by the aftermath of that sword strike.
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