Soul Society — Seireitei
"Seal every gateway! Cut off all senkaimon access immediately!"
Inside the First Division barracks, orders flew one after another. Under Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's command, the Soul Society moved like a war machine, barriers flaring as every route to the Human World was locked down.
They believed it would be enough.
They were wrong.
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Above Karakura Town
The sky screamed.
Riiip—!
A sound like the world itself tearing apart echoed as the boundary between realms split open. At the center stood Uchiha Tobirama, fingers parted as if pulling aside a curtain.
At his feet, Shihoin Yoruichi stared in disbelief. The barrier that even captains struggled to breach peeled away like thin paper, its violent turbulence dissolving the moment it touched the pale-gold pressure surrounding him.
"Come," Tobirama said evenly. "We're going home—to collect what's owed."
With a single motion, he tore the rift wider. The passage between worlds yawned open, and he stepped forward without hesitation.
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The Dangai
Gray chaos stretched in every direction—no ground, no sky, only distorted time.
Suddenly—
"Master, look out! That's Kototsu!"
Kuchiki Rukia cried out, voice tight with fear.
Ahead, an immense, glowing mass surged toward them—an embodiment of the Dangai's absolute law, a force that erased anything it touched from time itself.
Tobirama didn't move.
"Rules?" he said softly, eyes lifting. "In my domain, there is only one."
His gaze sharpened.
A silent pressure flared—no technique, no gesture.
The advancing form shuddered… then shattered, its presence unraveling as if it had never existed.
Yoruichi froze.
"Killed… with a look?"
What the Soul Society treated as an untouchable constant had simply ceased to be.
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Seireitei — Midday
Alarms blared.
"Report! The Dangai's Cleaner—Kototsu—has vanished!"
"What?! That's impossible!"
Before disbelief could settle—
Crack.
The sky above Seireitei fractured like glass.
A rift opened, and three figures stepped out, descending as calmly as falling leaves.
From above, Tobirama surveyed the city—orderly ranks, raised blades, hurried formations.
"So this is Seireitei," he said. "A neat place for a grave."
His voice wasn't loud, yet every Shinigami heard it clearly.
"Without a senkaimon?! How did they—"
"Silence," Tobirama said, lifting one hand.
He released his pressure.
Not fully—only a fraction.
The effect was immediate.
The air grew heavy. Buildings groaned. Shinigami across the city were forced to their knees as if the world itself demanded submission. Entire blocks collapsed under the weight, formations breaking apart before commands could even be given.
When the pressure eased, Seireitei stood scarred and shaken, its defenses broken in an instant.
Tobirama remained in the sky, unscathed, looking down at the stunned city.
"Now," he said calmly, "Captain Commander—and the rest of you hiding behind walls and titles—come out."
"Let's discuss the transfer of this land."
Seireitei fell silent.
And fear took root.