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Among the three sinners, the one with overwhelming strength—Gunjō—met his end in the most pathetic way imaginable.
With his ghostlike speed, if he had truly intended to escape, even Rukia in her Shikai form wouldn't have stood a chance. Yet ironically, he handed himself over, stepping directly in front of the Soul Reaper girl's zanpakutō. That single misstep sealed his fate, dragging him straight into the abyss of death.
The World of Pirates. Marine Headquarters.
"Pay attention. That girl's power isn't just about freezing. At its core, it's temperature—ice is just the extreme manifestation of it!"
Kuzan's voice rang out suddenly over the transoceanic den den mushi call, firm and unwavering.
As the top authority on the Ice-Ice Fruit, Kuzan's understanding of temperature and ice was absolute. One glance was enough to pierce the core secret of Rukia's technique.
"More than the decorative sword in her hand, you need to be wary of the terrifying cold that radiates from her very being."
Next to him, Vice Admiral Taka's expression darkened. He silently recorded Kuzan's insight; in the world of ice, Kuzan's words were law.
"Ugh… these Soul Reapers, every single one of them is terrifyingly strong."
From the side came Borsalino's lazy drawl, tinged with barely hidden apprehension.
"Whether it was that raging Kurosaki Ichigo, the hot-headed Renji, or Rukia herself, all of them are absurdly powerful. Even that Quincy with the bow is equally unfathomable."
Borsalino quickly compared notes in his mind. To even stand a chance against these beings from the Soul Society, their side would need at least Vice Admiral-level power—and constant vigilance against their endlessly unpredictable zanpakutō abilities.
New World. Red-Haired Pirates' Base.
"These Soul Reapers are insane strong! If we ran into a group like this, we'd be in serious trouble, Captain."
Vice Captain Beckman meticulously cleaned his beloved shotgun as he spoke to Shanks, whose body was wrapped in thick bandages.
"Haha… it's… it's fine…"
Shanks' voice trailed off, almost fading completely. Even he felt guilty saying it—if Ichigo and the others were well-behaved, would they have stormed into Hell like that?
"But, still… Mihawk's attacks are getting brutal!"
Shanks complained, touching the new scars on his body—fresh marks from the world's greatest swordsman. What was meant to be a friendly spar turned into chaos once Mihawk witnessed Renji and the others unleashing their Bankai. The moment the pressure hit, Shanks got caught off guard and grazed by an extremely fast slash.
Fairy Tail World. Guild Hall.
"That woman… she's ridiculously strong!"
Gray stared in shock at the screen, where Rukia had frozen Gunjō solid in an instant.
"Yeah! Way stronger than you, Ice Stick!"
Natsu's words immediately triggered Gray's temper.
"You idiot! You looking for a fight?!"
In a flash, cold energy erupted from Gray, shaping into a massive, gleaming ice hammer.
Boom! Boom!
"You two clowns! Knock it off!"
Before they could clash, Erza swung both fists, sending Natsu and Gray crashing into the floor.
"Hmph. It's just that their opponents are weak, that's why they look impressive."
Laxus scoffed at Rukia and the others' feats. In his view, true strength wasn't about flashy moves—it was about power. Anyone in the screen, from Uryū with his bow to Rukia herself, wouldn't faze him. Only Renji's Bankai might give him a moment of unease.
Elsewhere.
Ichigo and Kokutō cut through twisted gates one after another, racing toward Hell's deepest point.
"After you rescue my sister… could you grant me a small request?"
Halfway through, Kokutō's steps faltered. He turned, eyes filled with a fragile hope, looking at Ichigo.
"What?"
Ichigo was puzzled, unsure what Kokutō meant.
"Release me from this eternal furnace of Hell. I want a second chance at life… even if it's just to see my sister one more time."
"My sister… I have one more thing I must say to her—personally apologize."
Ichigo's gaze hardened instantly. Without hesitation, he replied,
"I understand. If it's in my power, I'll help you."
Outside the screen, viewers' emotions split sharply.
One side, like Luffy or Naruto, felt pure sympathy, hoping Ichigo would come to Kokutō's aid.
The other, led by cunning observers like Aizen, sensed something deeper in Kokutō's eyes—a secret purpose that went beyond mere desperation.
Finally, after crossing the last scorching hill, Kokutō guided Ichigo to the small figure trapped atop a blazing lava pillar.
"Yūko! Yūko—!"
Rationality shattered. Seeing his sister imprisoned, Ichigo shot forward like an arrow, desperate to reach the fiery cage.
But just as he neared, the massive demonic skull caging her erupted with a blast of searing heat!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Scorching projectiles tore through the twisted air, shrieking as they flew at Ichigo. Where they struck, blackened ground exploded into new, molten crimson lava.
It wasn't the skull itself—it was the man standing atop it, exuding a dark, oppressive aura.
"You finally came, Kurosaki Ichigo."
He looked down at Ichigo, voice dripping with cruel mockery.
"Give me Yūko!" Ichigo roared, gathering spiritual pressure in Zangetsu.
"My name is Shuren. Remember this—if you want your sister alive, you follow my command!"
Arrogantly atop the skull, Shuren's dominance was absolute.
"You're insane! Facing us both alone?!"
Kokutō stepped forward, drawing his weapon like a loyal guardian at Ichigo's side.
"Heh, 'alone'? Kokutō, don't play dumb. You know as well as I do—in Hell, 'sinners' never truly die!"
Hearing the word sinners, Kokutō's face drained of color. His serious expression crumbled into sheer terror.
"Could it… be…?"
As part of Hell itself, Kokutō instantly grasped Shuren's meaning.
"Taikin… Gunjō… and Ryokai!"
With Shuren's incantation-like roar, the lava sea below churned violently. Three massive lava pillars rose, coalescing midair—and in moments, the twisted, fire-and-sulfur-tainted forms of the three dead warriors were reborn.
"They deliberately died outside to weaken your allies… then returned here, reborn!"
"This… this can't be! The dead can't come back to life!"
In the world of Detective Conan, even the dark, calculating mastermind Karasuma Renya had always dismissed concepts like Hell, sinners, or resurrection as nonsense.
Yet the scene before him shattered every belief.
In this world, a force truly exists—an immortal power capable of restoring life itself.
"Is it Kurosaki? Immediately order Gin and Vermouth to locate every single person named Kurosaki—leave no one behind!"
Greed exploded like a tidal wave. Karasuma Renya dialed straight to Rum, his voice alive with unprecedented frenzy.
As the ruler of the "Liquor Empire," he didn't yet realize the world on the screen existed in a completely different dimension.
To him, the bizarre visions were merely hidden history. And for this one greed-driven chance at immortality, he found the most perfect—and most dangerous—justification for his actions.
"....."