Boom!
A thunderous impact shattered the stillness of the palace's upper hall.
The towering gates—crafted from divine-grade wood and weighing tens of thousands of pounds—were kicked open under a surge of violent Spiritual Pressure, splinters scattering across the floor.
"Sinner hiding within!"
"Your end has arrived!"
Renji Abarai strode into the hall, hand gripping the Zanpakutō at his waist, his expression wild and furious.
Behind him descended the Captain of the Sixth Division, Kuchiki Byakuya, clad in immaculate white, his presence cold and absolute, as if judgment itself had taken form.
"By the ruling of Central Forty-Six," Byakuya said indifferently, not even sparing the hall a glance,
"Those who have lost their Shinigami power—and those who shelter Kuchiki Rukia—are to be executed immediately, their souls—"
His voice stopped.
Abruptly. Completely.
At the center of the brilliantly lit hall stood a massive throne forged of pure gold and star-meteorite iron.
Leaning against it with lazy indifference was Uchiha Tobirama.
And at his feet—
A girl in a black-and-white maid outfit knelt on the floor, trembling as she gently massaged his legs.
It was Kuchiki Rukia.
"B-Brother…"
Her body shook as tears spilled down her face. She did not dare stand. She could not.
In Tobirama's arms lay another figure.
A dark-skinned beauty wearing only a Shinigami robe and a black leather collar, curled obediently against him, feeding him peeled fruit with eyes filled with devotion.
The moment Byakuya recognized that face—
His composure collapsed.
"Shihoin… Yoruichi…?"
The former Commander of the Stealth Force.
The Goddess of Flash.
His childhood peer.
Reduced to this.
Byakuya's thoughts shattered.
An illusion—this had to be an illusion.
"This is impossible…" he muttered.
"Bastard!" Renji roared, reason snapping entirely. "What did you do to Rukia?!"
"Unforgivable!"
"Roar—Zabimaru!"
Crimson Spiritual Pressure erupted skyward as Renji drew his blade. Zabimaru transformed instantly, its segmented form lashing through the air like a monstrous serpent.
With a furious shout, Renji leapt high and brought the blade down with all his strength, intent on cleaving the throne—and the man upon it—in two.
Uchiha Tobirama did not move.
He calmly swallowed the fruit Yoruichi offered him, eyes filled with disdain.
"The noise an insect makes," he said flatly, "is truly irritating."
Before Zabimaru could reach him—
A pressure beyond perception descended.
No explosion.
No flash.
Just overwhelming weight.
Zabimaru shattered midair, breaking apart into countless fragments as if crushed by an unseen force.
Renji froze in horror.
Then the same pressure struck him.
He was driven into the floor in an instant, the impact carving a deep crater into the stone. His body collapsed, strength vanishing as the crushing force pinned him down.
"You're not permitted to raise your head," Tobirama said coldly.
The pressure intensified.
Renji's resistance vanished. His breath failed. His consciousness faded.
Silence followed.
The Sixth Division's vice-captain lay motionless.
One strike.
No effort.
At the hall's entrance, Byakuya stared, stunned.
Renji… was gone.
A violent surge of Spiritual Pressure erupted from Byakuya, shaking the entire palace.
His eyes burned red, aristocratic composure completely destroyed.
"My sister… my lieutenant…"
"I will annihilate you," he roared. "Body and soul!"
Without hesitation, he released Senbonzakura.
The blade sank into the ground as if into water.
"Bankai."
"Senbonzakura Kageyoshi."
The hall exploded into motion.
Countless luminous blades filled the air, transforming into a vast pink tide that surged forward, erasing everything in its path.
Facing the overwhelming Bankai, Tobirama laughed.
"So this is it?"
"An impressive display."
He rose to his feet.
No seals.
No evasion.
No defense.
He simply opened his arms and allowed the storm to engulf him.
Rukia shut her eyes in despair.
Byakuya stared, convinced of victory.
Seconds passed.
The blade storm raged.
Yet no blood appeared.
With a casual wave of his hand, Tobirama dispersed the blades.
When the air cleared, he stood unharmed.
Not a mark on his body.
Not even a crease in his cloak.
The shattered remnants of Senbonzakura fell lifelessly to the floor.
"This… can't be…" Byakuya whispered.
"My Bankai… failed…?"
Tobirama brushed invisible dust from his shoulder, Rinnegan filled with cold amusement.
"Is that all, Head of the Kuchiki Clan?"
"Then," he said calmly,
"it's my turn."
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