The sky above Seireitei was heavy and silent.
Within several kilometers, entire blocks had collapsed. Countless low-ranking Shinigami lay unconscious or crushed beneath the ruins, felled without ever drawing their blades—overwhelmed by nothing more than a fraction of Uchiha Tobirama's pressure.
Shunpo flashes erupted across the battlefield.
One by one, figures in white captain's haori arrived, surrounding Tobirama in midair.
Soi Fon, Kyoraku Shunsui, Hitsugaya Toshiro, Kenpachi Zaraki…
The core combat power of the Gotei 13 had finally assembled.
But the moment their eyes took in the scene below, every captain went rigid.
"This… this was done instantly?" Hitsugaya's grip tightened around Hyōrinmaru, his breath unsteady.
"Just pressure alone…?"
Soi Fon's gaze snapped to the black cat at Tobirama's feet.
That outline—she recognized it instantly.
"…Lady Yoruichi?"
The realization struck like a hammer, shaking her to the core.
Among the captains, only one wore a smile.
Twelfth Division Captain Kurotsuchi Mayuri tilted his head, snake-like eyes gleaming with excitement.
"What a fascinating specimen…" he murmured.
While the others hesitated, thin, nearly invisible conduits extended from beneath Mayuri's haori. A colorless, undetectable mist spread silently through the air toward Tobirama.
A poison designed to sever spiritual flow on contact.
Mayuri's lips curled.
"Got you."
Seconds passed.
Nothing happened.
Tobirama remained where he was, one hand in his pocket, cloak unmoving.
He sniffed the air once.
"…That's it?"
He inhaled deeply—then exhaled, unimpressed.
"This doesn't even qualify as contamination."
Mayuri froze.
"That's impossible!" he shouted. "That toxin dissolves the soul itself—!"
Tobirama's eyes lowered, cold and dismissive.
"Before my body," he said flatly, "your so-called science has no meaning."
Mayuri snapped.
"Then I'll tear you apart myself!"
His Zanpakutō was drawn.
"Bankai—Konjiki Ashisogi Jizo!"
A massive, grotesque Bankai manifested amid the ruins, its presence alone warping the surrounding air.
The captains tensed.
Tobirama didn't.
He removed his hand from his pocket and clenched it lightly.
"That's enough."
He threw a single punch.
No flash. No roar.
Just an overwhelming force that crossed the distance instantly.
The Bankai collapsed the moment it was struck, its form breaking apart as if erased by a higher law. The impact continued without pause, reaching Mayuri himself.
The Twelfth Division Captain vanished—body, Zanpakutō, and spiritual presence extinguished in a single instant.
Silence fell.
Absolute silence.
A captain—erased.
A Bankai—ended.
One strike.
Soi Fon stood frozen.
Kyoraku's expression had gone completely blank.
Hitsugaya's sword trembled in his hand.
Too strong.
So overwhelming that resistance itself felt meaningless.
In the sky, Tobirama calmly returned his hand to his pocket, gaze sweeping over the remaining captains.
"…Pathetic," he said.
A faint, cold smile curved his lips.
"So," he continued, voice steady and indifferent,
"who's next?"
"Or are you all planning to come together?"
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