Hadō #99 vs. Hadō #90

Jin'ya is observing.

He didn't believe it; he simply didn't believe it.

Jin'ya knew exactly how much Spiritual Pressure he had used and how strong his attack was.

Unlike the other members of the Tsunayashiro clan, Jin'ya's arrogance was based on his self-awareness of his own strength.

However, no matter how closely Jin'ya Tsunayashiro observed, he could not find any injuries on Dōsan Hanyū's body.

Spiritual Pressure doesn't lie.

Dōsan Hanyū's Spiritual Pressure revealed his exhaustion, but he was not injured.

Why.

Have no idea.

Jin'ya's drooping fingers were trembling slightly; his soul murmured, "Why?"

The unknown is terrifying.

If Dōsan Hanyū had told Jin'ya that he possessed the ability to Kidō Immunity, Jin'ya wouldn't have ended up like this.

The more confident he was back then, the more doubtful Jin'ya is now.

Even Kūkaku was stunned. His fist, which was meant to strike Jin'ya and was filled with Spiritual Pressure, involuntarily fell to the ground.

"Ha?"

Kūkaku believed he knew Dōsan Hanyū very well.

This brat seems to spend almost 20 hours a day cultivating; who's sacrificing themselves in the process?

It's still her, Kūkaku.

That period was truly a time of despair for Kūkaku, as Dōsan Hanyū intelligent and diligent.

But this left Kūkaku exhausted and at a loss for words.

Kūkaku believed she was very familiar with Dōsan Hanyū's attack methods, which is why she jumped out just now, unable to resist the urge to avenge Dōsan Hanyū.

Is this all you're showing me?

There was a slight awkwardness to it; Kūkaku was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to advance or retreat.

Dōsan nodded gently at Kūkaku, "Kūkaku- nee, I'm sorry to have worried you."

It was still that reserved yet somewhat sunny smile, but this time, Dōsan Hanyū's smile was so mature.

For Kūkaku, and for the souls of Soul Society, the passage of time is imperceptible.

One month, three months?

There's no difference; it's just a fleeting moment.

But this time, Kūkaku inexplicably felt that, despite only being three months old, the boy in front of her, who looked like her younger brother, had already grown up.

With a "tsk," Kūkaku waved his hand and left the battlefield.

"Heh." Jin'ya shifted his body, adjusting his stance, and this time he didn't attack immediately. "If it were just the two of you, perhaps you'd have a chance to defeat me."

They started chatting again.

Although the indiscriminate attack just now killed many people in the audience, these people were the rulers of Soul Society, and many of them were highly skilled and daring. They continued to observe silently.

But seeing that Jin'ya had started chatting again, the group began to have doubts.

What's going on?

No, they're not playing again, are they?

This naturally includes Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, the strongest Soul Reaper in Soul Society for a thousand years. He hasn't been this nervous in hundreds of years.

It was so close, so very close.

Regardless of their motives, nearly 90% of those present hoped that Dōsan Hanyū would fight, and only after Dōsan Hanyū's response did everyone understand.

"No, I'm enough on my own."

The group lost count of how many times they had been surprised today, but this time, they were certain and understood.

The boy in front of them, the acting captain of the Second Division, Dōsan Hanyū, didn't take the god in their eyes, Jin'ya Tsunayashiro, seriously at all.

This time, Jin'ya didn't react with hysteria or offer bland mockery as he usually did.

He didn't communicate with Dōsan Hanyū again, but silently extended his hand, his expression calm, his movements ordinary, and his Spiritual Pressure quiet.

"To everyone present, whatever your intentions, whether you respect me or despise me, this strike will show you the power that belongs to the gods!"

He opened his palms, without even chanting.

Around the Tsunayashiro Tokinada, purple, like an evil dragon from the dark Hell, rose from the ground, and the entire arena was instantly destroyed, like a toy in the hands of a giant.

Among the spectators were officers of the Seated Officer-level and Vice-Captain-level, but their survival was solely due to "luck."

Five ominous Eastern dragons, emanating an ominous Spiritual Pressure, appeared around Jin'ya.

"Hadō Ninety-Nine: Five Dragon Destruction".

Five divine dragons, as if capable of destroying the world, coiled around Dōsan Hanyū from Jin'ya's side.

An eerie and ominous Spiritual Pressure was squeezing Dōsan Hanyū's spiritual body. At this moment, Dōsan Hanyū was like rice on a millstone.

"Puff."

Dōsan couldn't help himself; even though his expression remained resolute, he still couldn't hold back, and blood gushed from his nose and mouth.

This time, however, Jin'ya did not mock him. The slight movement of his chest indicated that his attack was not casual.

This was his all-out effort; it's not shameful that Dōsan Hanyū defeated by such a move.

No.

In fact, it's more accurate to say that Dōsan Hanyū should feel honored to have been defeated by his own strongest attack, while it's Jin'ya himself who should feel humiliated.

It's over.

It's really over.

For some reason, Jin'ya uneasy, a feeling more like that of an ordinary person.

When ordinary people see others owning nice toys, they feel envious; when those toys are damaged, the people around them feel sorry for them.

Jin'ya has that feeling now.

Even if he dotes on his younger sister, Kyōko Tsunayashiro.

Even Jin'ya had to admit that the young man before him Dōsan Hanyū, was a good match for Kyōko.

And now, he, Jin'ya, felt regret as he faced this arrogant fool who was about to die under his Five Dragon Destruction.

Although, I, Isshin Jin'ya, agree to the name of the Kidō God that Isshin proposed.

But at this moment, I, Jin'ya, acknowledge you, Dōsan Hanyū, you are a strong person.

Jin'ya turned around, leaving Dōsan with his back turned, and, step by step, he slowly left the venue.

The moment he stepped into the hallway, a surge of Spiritual Pressure appeared behind him.

Ben, somewhat Jin'ya, turned his back to the meeting room and opened his eyes in disbelief.

"This is impossible!"

Losing composure.

That was a huge lapse in composure.

The heir of the Tsunayashiro Clan actually showed such cowardly shock.

But before he could, Jin'ya began to imagine more.

Behind Jin'ya, that familiar, disgusting, and shocking voice spoke once again.

"Hadō 90 - Black Coffin"

--A side note--

At this moment, we are witnessing history.