At this time, Karakura Town in the real world was merely a replica.
By establishing the Reincarnation Pillars on all four sides of Karakura Town, a massive gateway was created, replacing the replica of Karakura Town in Rukongai with the real Karakura Town.
Thus, the battlefield was formed.
Above the sky, the Arrancar army from Hueco Mundo faced the Gotei 13.
Standing calmly with his hands in his pockets, Aizen Sōsuke's white cloak drifted in the wind. The hilt of his Zanpakutō rested casually at his side, his entire presence radiating confidence and composure.
Ichimaru Gin stood at his flank, his narrow eyes curved in that permanent sly smile, unreadable as ever.
Tōsen Kaname's face remained fixed in stern focus and conviction.
Behind them stood the Espada:
Coyote Starrk accompanied by his subordinate, Lilynette;
Halibel Tia and her three Fracción;
and Baraggan Louisenbairn, who issued slow yet commanding orders to his men.
On the opposite side, Vice Captain Omaeda Marechiyo, despite his large frame was visibly sweating. "It's not good… the spiritual pressure of these people is like monsters."
Kyoraku Shunsui tipped the edge of his straw hat lower over his eyes and asked quietly to the man beside him.
"Ukitake, of the three Espada up front, who do you think is the strongest?"
Ukitake Jūshirō rubbed his chin in thought.
"It's hard to say… after all, we haven't yet seen them fight under Aizen's orders."
Behind them, Iba Tetsuzaemon leaned toward his captain.
"Captain Komamura, should we try to deal with Aizen first?"
Komamura Sajin replied firmly.
"No… Aizen's ability is far too unique. If we eliminate his subordinates first, it will give us an advantage in confronting him."
Hitsugaya Tōshirō interjected from nearby.
"The issue is this-while we're fighting the Espada, we can't guarantee Aizen himself won't step in."
Suddenly, an aged yet commanding voice cut across the battlefield.
"Not good! Get down, Ukitake!" Shunsui warned as he pressed his friend to the ground.
From Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni's staff burst a shower of wooden fragments as it shattered, revealing the blade within-his true Zanpakutō form.
"Reduce all creation to ash-Ryūjin Jakka!"
Instantly, colossal flames erupted behind him, the spiritual pressure so dense it felt as if the air itself ignited. In his hands, Yamamoto did not hold simply a sword-it was fire incarnate.
Across the battlefield, Starrk and the others inhaled sharply at the sight.
Flames coalesced into a massive blazing hand that reached forward with the technique Ennetsu Jigoku, engulfing Aizen, Gin, and Tōsen together.
The inferno threatened to incinerate anything caught within its path at temperatures exceeding six thousand degrees.
"Go," Yamamoto said evenly to the others. "Focus on the remaining enemies."
He then lowered Ryūjin Jakka, keeping the captured trio encased in fire.
Within the flames, Gin's grin twisted faintly as he murmured with a tone of amusement.
"Exaggerated as always… truly fitting for the Captain-General. Aizen-taichō, what should we do?"
Unbothered, Aizen's eyes did not waver.
"It is not yet time for us to move. Let us appreciate the sight of these flames for now."
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With Aizen, Gin, and Tōsen sealed, Baraggan assumed command of the Arrancar. Once the king of Hueco Mundo himself, his authority was not questioned.
His followers brought forth a throne crafted from the bones of Hueco Mundo's beasts. Seated upon it, Baraggan gave his command: attack the four pillars.
It was calculated that destroying the pillars would force the real Karakura Town back into its original location.
But Soul Society was prepared-the pillars were already being guarded.
"You… you seem to be a subordinate of Ichimaru Gin. I heard Ichimaru abandoned Soul Society."
Kira Izuru's eyes hardened.
"Don't mention that name to me. If you want to die quickly, then keep talking."
His opponent, Abirama Redder, his body marked with black stripes, activated his Resurrección.
"Engullir-Águila!"
The Hollow mask extended into an eagle-like beak, and great wings burst from his back. With a single flap, sharpened feathers rained down, cutting through buildings like blades.
Hovering above, Abirama sneered at the vice-captain below.
"The wings of the Sky Combat Eagle are steel itself! They can crush anything!"
"Lift your head-Wabisuke!" Izuru released his Zanpakutō.
At first, the feather assaults from above left him with few options for counterattack. But when Abirama grew careless and swooped down with his steel wings, Izuru struck swiftly. Wabisuke's blade curved again and again, four times in perfect precision.
"My Wabisuke doubles the weight of whatever it strikes. Twice becomes four times, four becomes eight… eventually, my opponent collapses under their own weight and bows before me to be cut down."
His gaze hardened.
"By now, you shouldn't even be capable of flying."
"What?!" Abirama's eyes widened.
"What kind of despicable Zanpakutō is this? How can you call yourself a warrior wielding such a blade?"
Coldly, Kira responded.
"Despicable? The symbol of the Third Division is the marigold-its meaning is despair. Battles are terror, coldness, and shadow… only through that despair can people learn to avoid conflict. My Wabisuke embodies that ideal perfectly."
He tightened the curve of his blade's hook. "Just now you asked… what could a strange Zanpakutō like this possibly do?"
Wabisuke's edge caught at Abirama's neck. The upward pull was sharp.
The strike ended with Abirama's head severed cleanly from his body.
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Charlotte Chuhlhourne, the flamboyant Fracción of Baraggan, stepped forward, boasting loudly with hand flourishes. His voice carried, almost theatrical:
"I am Charlotte Chuhlhourne, The Beautiful Queen of the Rose Palace! Feast your eyes upon the White Rose Punishment! In the darkness of death, unseen by all, beauty blooms in my roses-and they will become your grave!"
He seized Ayasegawa Yumichika by the throat. Injured from a previous Cero blast, Yumichika's body was already streaked with blood.
Charlotte sneered.
"Such a shame… your so-called beauty will never be witnessed in the throes of death."
From Yumichika's Zanpakutō, thorned branches sprouted suddenly, wrapping tightly along Charlotte's torso and arms.
"What is this?!" Charlotte's face twisted in shock. "Bankai?!"
Yumichika's voice was calm even through blood on his lips.
"No… this is my true Shikai. Bloom, Ruri'iro Kujaku."
The lashes of reiatsu-like vines tightened further, glowing as flowers burst open across their length.
Charlotte writhed against them in horror.
"Your true Shikai?! Then all this time you've been hiding it-for what reason?"
Yumichika's voice remained steady.
"Because in the Eleventh Division, only combat through raw power and steel is honored. Ruri'iro Kujaku drains spiritual energy instead of cutting flesh. So I concealed it, pretending that Fuji Kujaku was my only Shikai."
Charlotte blinked through the disbelief. "Even if it costs you victory… you'd seal your own power away?"
Yumichika's eyes didn't waver.
"Not just victory-but even if it costs me sacrifice."
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