Hadō #90: Black Coffin

"Very interesting."

The Jin'ya, slightly curled the corners of his mouth and uttered words of admiration, but his expression was more like mockery.

Tsunayashiro Tokinada was not weak, his status within the Tsunayashiro was quite low. Clearly, Tokinada's strength was far from enough to change his family's status, or rather, to change the tradition of the aristocratic class and the supremacy of bloodline.

Therefore, Tsunayashiro Tokinada had his arm cut off, Jin'ya was not displeased. Moreover, given Dōsan Hanyū's current reputation and status, it was acceptable that Tokinada had been tricked.

What's even more interesting is that Jin'ya remembered something.

Although most members of the Tsunayashiro Clan have rather gloomy personalities, they are not without respect.

When a person is in a dark world, they will cling tightly to even the slightest light.

Jin'ya's weakness is his sister.

Jin'ya remembered that his younger sister seemed to have mentioned Dōsan Hanyū before.

However, Jin'ya didn't pay attention to it at the time.

Why did Kyōko mention Dōsan Hanyū?

Shaking his head, Jin'ya glanced at Tokinada, who was grinning and looking like a defeated dog.

Like repels like, and the same applies to those of the same kind.

Although I don't particularly like this clansman, Tokinada is not someone you can easily deal with.

As if to confirm Jin'ya's words, Tokinada back and came to a corner of the battlefield, stretched out his hands, and his Captain-level Spiritual Pressure began to rise.

"Turbid waves, a mad ship; boiling! numb..."

Tokinada's voice was deep, and his face was contorted.

Most of the audience members were stunned at first. They knew that this should be the chanting of the Kidō, but this Kidō was so unfamiliar to them.

Rangiku and Ōmaeda on the field were also completely bewildered.

Only Nanao Ise, whose face was still quite youthful, pondered for a long time before her expression suddenly changed drastically. Because of her injuries, Nanao coughed heavily twice. "Captain Hanyū, be careful! This is the number ninety Hadō, the Black Coffin!"

"What?!" The crowd erupted in uproar, both on and off the field.

Nanao Ise's voice was carried throughout the entire venue by the well-maintained equipment of the Twelfth Division, causing the audience to erupt in cheers. Some quick-thinking individuals hurriedly stood up, attempting to escape.

But most of them were still reluctant to give up the excitement. At this moment, they did not show the same compassion they had shown before. No one felt sorry for the tragic fate that was about to befall Dōsan Hanyū. On the contrary, they were very excited.

Those Hadō of 90 or above possess true world-destroying power, but in their minds, that power only exists in books.

As expected of the head of the Tsunayashiro Clan?

Tokinada's release of the Kidō was very strained. As the chanting continued, his forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat the size of beans, but the corners of his mouth were turned up.

He was smiling.

Because his chanting had ended.

If he had surrendered just now, that blind man would definitely have intervened. But now?

Dōsan Hanyū hesitated for a moment, and he almost lost his last chance to surrender!

Why hesitate?

The dignity of a soldier?

An endless stream of fear?

Or something else.

Exhausted and covered in sweat, Tokinada barely managed to lift his head, wanting to record the despair that Dōsan left for the world before his death.

But unfortunately, his eyes were so indifferent.

And it was just as bright.

Turbid waves, mad ships; boiling! numb! flickering! sleepless; even the steel princess rusts, even the clay doll collapses; assemble! confront the enemy! Fill the ground to make them realize their powerlessness!

An eerie and ominous Spiritual Pressure filled the entire space, making the sky seem gloomy. The excited audience, at this moment, once again let their intellect take over.

Yes, this is Hadō number ninety!

The devastatingly powerful Number Ninety Hadō, why aren't you running away? Are you just waiting to die here?

Most of them didn't even know the name of Hadō 90 before.

The Kidō Corps had been casting the barrier around them were all sweating profusely, and the barrier began to shake. Several of the stronger members of the noble family stepped forward to help stabilize the barrier.

Many of the nobles in the audience stared blankly, their hearts pounding.

It got dark.

"Hadō 90: Black Coffin!"

After the slow and steady chanting ended, the black spirit coffins surrounding Dōsan, with a funeral-like hum, piled up one layer after another.

"Get out of the way!" Rangiku's eyes were filled with tears as she tried to rush forward, but Ōmaeda grabbed her and hugged her tightly.

The number ninety Hadō; with their level, if you touch it, not even a trace will remain.

Kūkaku her hand on the table, intending to get up, but Jin'ya's voice drifted over from beside her.

"Miss Kūkaku, I'll get angry if you move again."

Kūkaku froze, a sinister, venomous Spiritual Pressure stimulating her neck. If she took another step, that guy Jin'ya would really make a move.

As he watched the Black Coffin take shape below, Kūkaku clenched his fists.

It's too late.

Yamamoto at the scene, gripped his wooden cane, which was also his Zanpakuto, Chōjirō Sasakibe Ryūjin Jakka, following behind him.

To say I wasn't nervous would be a lie.

Yamamoto's hand gripping the wooden cane tightened involuntarily, the floor tiles unable to withstand the subtle Spiritual Pressure emanating from him.

This is it, as long as Dōsan Hanyū can withstand this attack.

The hatred of fifteen years ago, the dream of a thousand years, and the peace of the Soul Society in the future.

Both are achievable.

Dōsan Hanyū!

Cheers, gasps of surprise, murmurs of doubt, and deep-seated hopes.

The Black Coffin was removed, and Dōsan Hanyū stood there, motionless and silent.

One second, two seconds...

Don't rush, let the dust settle.

Because strong individuals cannot avoid physical combat, the flow of Spiritual Pressure within them will involuntarily surface on their spiritual skin, giving their bodies a stronger defensive capability than their internal organs.

It's hard to say whether Dōsan Hanyū's body was already in a terrible state at this point.

Tokinada looked on expectantly.

Ten seconds.

Twenty seconds

Thirty seconds.

How could that be?

Not only Tokinada, but all the spectators, even the crowd in the square, even Jin'ya, Yamamoto, and Aizen, were in disbelief at this moment.

Laymen watch the spectacle, experts watch the details.

Dōsan Hanyū's Spiritual Pressure barely reached the lower limit of the Captain-level.

But the true captain can Bankai, and his Spiritual Pressure still has considerable room for improvement.

Dōsan Hanyū did not reach that level; the Spiritual Pressure he displayed was inferior to that of Tsunayashiro Tokinada.

Even a regular captain of the Thirteenth Division, when using Bankai, would not be able to Tokinada unscathed from Tokina's attack on the Black Coffin.

No, it's impossible to even maintain one's form and escape unscathed!

Dōsan Hanyū, standing in front of Tokinada, remained calm. After his body fused with that piece of jade bone, he gained an inexplicable ability.

Kidō Immunity.

His Kidō abilities were not only further enhanced, but he could even achieve Kidō Immunity.

Dōsan raised his head again, his white eyebrows twitching slightly. Then, he made a gentle horizontal gesture with his right hand, as if swatting a buzzing mosquito next to him.

But with Dōsan Hanyū's casual action, Tokinada's chest suddenly felt as if it had been torn open, and blood stained his eyes.