"You know? I can say that I am extremely grateful to you brothers."
"As my elder brother, you, Aiyan Sōsuke, gave me the Kōfūin with the strongest light and dark elements."
"As my younger brother, you, Aizen Sōsuke, taught me step by step how to use Kyōka Suigetsu before you died."
"Thank you for taking care of me, but I really have no way to repay you, so I can only let you brothers... die without leaving any remains."
Tsunayashiro Tokinada glanced at the central control console and at Aizen's corpse, lying in a pool of blood, completely devoid of Reiatsu and breath. He swung his blade backhand, and flames raged out, burning the corpse.
Aizen died under the Kōfūin.
Aiyan, died under the combined blade of Kyōka Suigetsu and Ryūjin Jakka.
After seeing this scene and doing all this, he felt that the haze that had been lingering in his mind these past few days had completely dissipated.
"Holding the Zanpakutō of the strongest light and dark element, you have the ability to turn into pure elements and be immune to all physical attacks. I know this very clearly."
"But it's useless. Under Kyōka Suigetsu's Complete Hypnosis, you don't even have a chance to react; and in front of Ryūjin Jakka, the strongest heat-type, your elementalization is meaningless."
"I didn't expect it. You brothers worked so hard, but in the end you only won the first half of the game. I was the one who had the last laugh!"
"Tsunayashiro Tokinada."
Turning his head and taking a deep look at the towering fire tornado that was still burning after devouring Aiyan, Tsunayashiro Tokinada's face once again showed a smile.
Inform Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni to resolve it?
This is no longer necessary.
Step on Aizen.
Kill Aiyan with a blade.
I, Tsunayashiro Tokinada, can do it all by myself.
Puff.
Tsk.
In that instant.
A hand suddenly stretched out from within the massive fire tornado and seized the throat of Tsunayashiro Tokinada, who was dreaming of meeting Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni and being praised by him.
The fingers tightened and the arm exerted force.
Tsunayashiro Tokinada's face instantly turned purple and blue. He wanted to resist, subconsciously wanting to use Ryūjin Jakka, but after Zanpakutō was swung out, it immediately exited from its released state.
Returned to its sealed blade state.
Seeing this scene, his pupils suddenly contracted, and the haze that had just been dispelled came rushing back, even more intense than before.
However,
He couldn't do anything except dangle in the air, helplessly swinging the Enrakyoten that was no longer able to release its Shikai.
Yes.
The Zanpakutō in his hand, which had been passed down from generation to generation in the Tsunayashiro family, was completely suppressed and could no longer simulate any Zanpakutō ability.
"The clown's showtime is over."
Among the massive swirling fire tornado, a face slowly emerged, staring at Tsunayashiro Tokinada with deep, cold eyes.
"Aiyan!"
Looking at this familiar face that should have already been obliterated, Tsunayashiro Tokinada opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but the fingers tightening around his throat prevented him from even squeezing out a single word.
He could only roar in horror inside his heart.
"Not even one-fifth of the surface temperature of the sun."
"You call this Ryūjin Jakka?"
"In Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni's hands, it is called Ryūjin Jakka. In your hands, it is at best a dancing plum blossom."
Aiyan glanced at the flames covering his body that were still burning. He frowned slightly, showed a trace of disdain, then opened his mouth, and black mist curled up, turning into a bottomless black hole. It directly swallowed all the flame tornadoes that soared into the ceiling of the Great Spirit Book Gallery into his mouth.
This scene made Tsunayashiro Tokinada's eyes widen in shock, frozen on the spot.
Swallowing Ryūjin Jakka's flames in one move.
Even if the temperature of the Ryūjin Jakka he simulated was only one-sixth of that in Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni's hands, it was still a Reiatsu flame of over a thousand degrees, enough to melt the Hierro of an Adjuchas-class Menos Grande in an instant, let alone a Shinigami without Hierro.
But now?
The Ryūjin Jakka he had simulated was actually swallowed by Aiyan.
"You seem surprised."
"Didn't I say you could simulate my Kōfūin?"
"Are you not even capable of that level?"
Aiyan couldn't help but laugh when he saw Tsunayashiro Tokinada's terrified expression.
Enrakyoten.
Indeed one of the oldest Zanpakutō in Soul Society.
It is true that this Zanpakutō has the ability to simulate anything.
But the stronger the Zanpakutō, the more it devours Shinigami's own power.
Just like in Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni's hands, the strongest heat-type is the sun; in Hitsugaya Tōshirō's hands, the strongest ice-type is the ice sculpture.
Same.
The same applies to Enrakyoten.
In Tsunayashiro Tokinada's hands, the simulated Ryūjin Jakka only had a temperature of around a thousand degrees.
In Tsunayashiro's hands, the simulated Kyōka Suigetsu was downright laughable.
In Tsunayashiro's hands, the simulated Kōfūin was even more worthless.
"It's just gravel, not as good as me, yet still wants to control the Kōfūin."
"You like to imitate so much, don't you?"
"Fine, since you said Aizen taught you how to use Kyōka Suigetsu, then I'll also teach you how to use Kōfūin."
Aiyan lifted Tsunayashiro Tokinada into the air with one hand:
"Watch carefully, I'll only teach you once."
As these words fell.
Tsunayashiro Tokinada felt his chest sink. When he looked down, he saw a palm pressing against his chest.
"Yasakani no Magatama!"
A burning golden light bloomed from Aiyan's palm, turned into a cross shape, and embedded itself in Tsunayashiro Tokinada's body, followed by countless small, yet boundless light bullets shooting out.
Bang bang bang bang.
In an instant, Tsunayashiro Tokinada's body from the neck down was riddled with holes, filled with countless fine golden holes.
So fast.
The frequency was so high.
It took nearly two seconds before Tsunayashiro Tokinada reacted and felt an agonizing pain flood every part of his body below the neck.
Strangely, so many light bullets only shot into his body. They did not completely penetrate and fly out from the back, but instead were like countless lanterns, hanging one by one inside him.
"Ah!"
Just as the shrill scream was about to escape from Tsunayashiro Tokinada's mouth, Aiyan withdrew the palm in front of him.
This seemingly ordinary motion of retracting his palm was like pressing an explosion button.
The thousands of light bullets that had shot into Tsunayashiro Tokinada's body, shattering his internal organs, blood vessels, muscles, and bones, all exploded at the same time, blooming brilliantly from within his body until it completely flooded him.
The next second.
As the golden light dissipated, each light bullet vanished into the air. The torso and four limbs of Tsunayashiro Tokinada from the neck down had disappeared from the Great Spirit Book Gallery, leaving only a withered face and a head, along with the Zanpakutō that had been passed down through generations in the Tsunayashiro family, falling from midair.
With a "snap," it landed on the ground, and the remaining blood spurted out from his neck, quickly dyeing half of his face and the Zanpakutō beside him red.
"Why... why didn't you fall under Kyōka Suigetsu's Complete Hypnosis?"
Tsunayashiro Tokinada, whose body had been shattered to pieces with only a head left, did not die instantly. Supported by a life force like a candle in the wind, he barely squeezed out this sentence.
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