The Strongest Concealment-Type Zanpakuto

During this period, Byakuya Kuchiki lived under his grandfather's wing. He was unaware that there was an unseen darkness in the world, nor did he know that the world was not simply black and white.

In Byakuya Kuchiki's view, Dōsan Hanyū clearly did nothing wrong; he was the hero who defeated Tenzō Tenjō, so why was he treated this way?

His noble honor compelled him to speak out for Dōsan Hanyū.

But his voice was as childish as his face.

"I'm sorry, Byakuya, but there are too many people in Seireitei that I want to protect, people I need to protect."

As the barrier dissipated, Byakuya Kuchiki was still facing away from the outside, lifted his foot, but his body swayed and he tilted his head back.

He forgot that his Spiritual Pressure had just been completely depleted.

Before Dōsan Hanyū move, one of the Soul Reaper belonging to the Kuchiki Clan, who was in charge of the barrier, stepped forward and helped Byakuya up.

That was really embarrassing.

Supported by his servants, Byakuya felt a chill run down his spine, wondering where this guy was going. Then, Byakuya felt a pain that seemed to come from the depths of his soul.

A puddle of mud covered half of Byakuya's face, and then, like poison, it spread throughout Byakuya's body.

"Yo, Dōsan Hanyū, we meet again."

Byakuya Kuchiki seemed to feel uncomfortable with his outfit, so he casually ripped off his sleeves and trouser legs, and squatted on the ground like a thug.

From Dōsan's perspective, the other party was quite polite, especially since he had Byakuya Kuchiki's face, so they were practically acquaintances. Dōsan subconsciously waved his hand in response.

When Mud Hollow saw Dōsan Hanyū, he had an indescribable feeling; his mind was still filled with a question.

Who am I, really?

After each death, is it himself who is reborn, or someone else who possesses the memories?

He has no name, only the past that Tachikawa wants to tell him.

Not all memories are worth keeping, especially those that are just empty, Mud Hollow recollections.

The most important person was Dōsan Hanyū, who defeated and killed him several times.

Defeating Dōsan Hanyū wasn't just an obsession with Mud Hollow; it was more like a game, the only game that truly belonged to him.

"Hey, you two, huff..."

Byakuya's dark, ethereal pupils returned to their original shape, and he reached out to tear off the mask from his face.

"As expected of Captain-level individual," Kuchiki's voice changed again, "No, perhaps it's the special Spiritual Pressure of the Five Great Noble Clans."

"Get out of my way."

Despite being completely Kuchiki Dōsan, Byakuya somehow managed to peel off this mask. He staggered back two steps, but the ominous mask belonging to Hollow was slowly reappearing on his face.

"Kill me, Dōsan Hanyū." With gritted teeth, Byakuya Kuchiki displayed a different kind of spirit, "Give me the most dignified way to die!"

Before Dōsan Hanyū could agree, Kuchiki used his last strength to stagger towards Dōsan Hanyū.

Dōsan had already drawn his sword and happened to bump into the blade.

Staged accident?

"Yo, Dōsan Hanyū, goodbye."

The inexplicable power emanating from the blade had already penetrated deep into the soul of Mud Hollow; he was already used to this kind of ending.

The knife pierced his chest, but Byakuya felt no pain. Byakuya tilted his head back and fell to the ground, closing his eyes and giving a faint smile to Dōsan Hanyū.

"Please convey my apologies to my grandfather, Lord Ginrei Kuchiki, but his grandson has not disgraced the Kuchiki Clan's reputation."

Looking at the Kuchiki, decaying log, tears welled in his eyes, and Dōsan Hanyū retreated guiltily.

When Byakuya Kuchiki regains his senses, he'll definitely kill himself.

"Eh? What bad luck, I actually ran into Dōsan Hanyū."

"However, I've also obtained some more data on Dōsan Hanyū." Tachikawa didn't say this aloud.

"Is this really bad luck, Tachikawa?"

The sound, accompanied by slow footsteps, drew closer.

Tachikawa turned around and bowed respectfully, "I'm so sorry, Blind Captain."

Ever since the appearance of the Mud Hollow, Honrō Useki has also noticed Tachikawa Magaki observing from a distance. With a serious expression, he tries to understand what Tachikawa is saying through lip reading and observation.

Because the Thirteenth Division did not accept photographic or audio recording evidence, Honrō Useki were in vain.

Lieutenant Kuchiki has met with misfortune; hopefully, Dōsan Hanyū can resolve this situation.

Honrō Useki did not show up, even though a comrade might die in front of him, he refrained from doing so.

He is a recorder, and he needs to do what he is supposed to do.

Expose these evils and uphold justice.

Until the man in the white haori walked up to Tachikawa Magaki, Honrō Useki's lips trembled.

How could it be him?

This Honrō Useki is the man most respected in the entire Thirteenth Divisions.

Of course, Honrō Useki wouldn't be so naive as to think that Kaname Tōsen discovered Tachikawa Magaki's crimes.

Their actions confirmed this; Tachikawa Magaki left with an arrogant expression, and Kaname Tōsen did not stop her in any way.

Why, why!

Honrō Useki staggered backward, not because he wanted to continue following, but because he needed some peace and quiet.

Since joining the team, he has followed closely behind Kaname Tōsen. Kaname Tōsen's tragic fate and his attitude of sacrificing everything for justice have moved Honrō Useki. But is all of this just a lie?

"Useki, what are you doing here?"

For a moment, Honrō Useki was so distracted that he didn't even notice that Kaname Tōsen was already standing in front of him.

"Captain Tōsen...?" Honrō Useki's expression grew increasingly grim. "Did you install some kind of spying device on me?"

Honrō Useki silently sensed his own state. He didn't harbor any illusions; everything was clear, so he might as well speak frankly.

"From the moment we met, I knew you were a double-edged sword; you could pave the way for my justice, or you could hinder its progress."

"Betrayal is your justice?" Honrō Useki's voice was laced with sarcasm.

"Betrayal?" Tōsen's voice was tinged with sarcasm. "Do you believe in the justice of Soul Society under the rule of the Five Great Noble Clans, or the justice of the Thirteenth Divisions ' management?"

Honrō Useki inexplicably thought of Dōsan Hanyū. To be honest, the Thirteenth Division was indeed ugly.

But wasn't Ichimonji Tsunayashiro's plan for the Artificial Soul Corps sinister enough?

Honrō Useki still believes that Tōsen, Aizen, and the others are in cahoots with the Tsunayashiro Clan.

Tōsen slowly drew his Zanpakuto, his calm face showing no hesitation.

But when he Zanpakuto halfway, Kaname Tōsen's expression changed drastically, and blood spurted from his entire body.

"Bankai?"

Honrō Useki slightly. If it weren't for Bankai, how could he have fooled Aizen and Ichimonji Tsunayashiro?

His Bankai is the second Bankai in the history of Soul Society that can be maintained in a normal state.

The strongest Bankai: Spirited-Away Quiet Pavilion.