No, He's Become More Frightening

This is Seireitei.

With my Spiritual Pressure released, reinforcements should arrive soon.

"I'm curious, when did you learn Bankai?"

The attacks and injuries came out of nowhere, but Kaname Tōsen remained calm.

In his eyes, Honrō Useki was already a dead man.

Although he has no eyes.

Honrō Useki recalled the scene when he first took a candid photo of Dōsan Hanyū. In Dōsan Hanyū, Honrō Useki rediscovered the regrets of his past life and the joy of being a reporter and editor.

In that moment, he understood his own heart and also understood Bankai.

Of course, Honrō Useki wouldn't bother explaining this to Tōsen.

Honrō Useki's eyes sharpened.

Instantly, Kaname Tōsen his hair stand on end; being blind, he was even more sensitive to life-or-death threats.

The attack was silent and invisible; in an instant, Tōsen's arm felt as if it had been sliced off by an invisible blade.

"Your attack must have come from your line of sight." Despite his severed arm, Tōsen made no exaggerated reaction. He switched hands and slowly distanced himself from Honrō Useki. "To be able to inflict damage wherever your line of sight is truly a terrifying ability."

Honrō Useki remained noncommittal; his abilities couldn't be countered simply by knowing the principles!

Holding his Zanpakuto Suzumushi, in one hand, Tōsen showed no sign of panic.

"Your Bankai is powerful, but you're still too immature in using it."

Bankai: Enma Kōrogi.

"Um?"

As soon Dōsan Hanyū left Byakuya Kuchiki's side, he sensed a tremor No Cause Fuyuki's Spiritual Pressure. "It feels somewhat familiar."

But it was very faint, as if it were being blocked by something.

Even so, with a glimpse of it, a lewd, large face appeared in Dōsan Hanyū's mind.

"That bastard?"

Although he sometimes hated this unscrupulous reporter to the core, as he was paid by the Seireitei, Dōsan Hanyū wouldn't choose to stand by and watch someone die, and still chose to use Shunpo to arrive at the scene.

The battlefield wasn't far from Dōsan Hanyū, but by the Dōsan arrived, it was already over.

This area belongs to the Sixth Division, and the battlefield is a complete mess.

A faint aura of Kidō power emanated from the surroundings, which was sealed off by a barrier technique with a power of at least level eighty.

Don't be fooled by how Dōsan Hanyū casually created an alternate dimension that neither of them could break through using the 89th Bakudō.

As for the Kidō) of barrier creation, it generally requires four or more Kidō (death Soul Reaper) skilled in Kido to set up a barrier capable of withstanding Captain-level battles.

"Is there... anything else you'd like to say?" Dōsan Hanyū's Dōsan Hanyū softened, showing compassion for a dying man.

Dōsan understands the Kaidō, but he cannot bring the dead back to life.

Honrō Useki's body was covered with countless wounds. In Dōsan Hanyū's eyes, his life was as fleeting as smoke.

"It's you." Honrō Useki's voice was weak, a sign that his Spiritual Pressure was completely depleted. "It's so good to see you before I die."

Looking up, Honrō Useki showed no sadness; in fact, he even had a smile on his face.

He was among the first journalists in the World of the Living. No one knew exactly what this emerging profession entailed, so he was a pioneer in the field of journalism.

While other journalists willingly become tools in the hands of the powerful, Honrō Useki resolutely chooses to expose the dark side of the world.

He paid the price for his pride and for his profession.

When Honrō Useki arrived in Soul Society and became a Soul Reaper, the establishment of Seireitei Communications became another turning point in his life.

A soul from Rukongai survives in a world ten thousand times darker than the World of the Living.

This subject matter ignited Honrō Useki.

In the eyes of Honrō Useki, there is no room for any evil.

But Honrō Useki never expected that this was not the struggle for survival of an insignificant person, but the path to the top for a genius.

Following in the footsteps of Dōsan Hanyū, he saw many interesting people and things, and rediscovered the joy of being a journalist.

He chose to reconcile with the past, and he also learned Bankai.

Looking at Honrō Useki lying on his back in front of him, his soul gradually fading, Dōsan Hanyū was speechless.

Why are you laughing at me now? Shouldn't you tell us who the murderer is?

The surrounding Spiritual Pressure and the extent of damage to the buildings all proved that this was a Captain-level battle.

Within the Seireitei, the Sixth Division's territory includes not only combat members but also members responsible for creating barriers.

He's at least a Captain-level.

Why would such a force attack Honrō Useki?

Before you died, you didn't say any of this. Honrō Useki was practically opening the door for the murderer!

Of course, Honrō Useki was not a poet, and he certainly had such awareness. However, during this period, he had already come incredibly close to the truth, and the power of this force had already surprised him. But the appearance of Kaname Tōsen made Honrō Useki suspicious again.

The Soul Reapers, the Five Great Noble Clans, Hueco Mundo —multiple forces are intertwined, and what truly lies behind them is something even Honrō Useki is no longer certain of.

Even on the verge of death, thinking about these intricate relationships, Honrō Useki couldn't help but feel fear, and couldn't help but admire his own courage.

Kaname Tōsen hadn't left, he and his mysterious ally would definitely be observing this place. If I were to reveal it, not only would I be drawn into this deep Dōsan Hanyū, but I might also be killed on the spot.

"Hahaha." Honrō Useki looked at Dōsan's inexplicable face and recalled the scene when he secretly took pictures of Dōsan Hanyū, and the expression on Dōsan Hanyū's face that made him want to bite him to death.

"Thank you, Dōsan Hanyū..."

Honrō Useki turned around, raised his hand, and looked at the sky of Soul Society, as if trying to grasp something until he perished.

"As expected, Honrō Useki didn't say anything. No matter how many times I face Dōsan Hanyū's abilities, I always feel powerless." Tōsen stood beside Aizen. At this moment, he was not only unharmed, but his face and arms were also intact.

From the very beginning, Honrō Useki was caught up in the Kyōka Suigetsu Aizen.

He had no chance of winning from the very beginning.

Aizen gazed at the departed soul of Honrō Useki, his expression unchanged. After a moment, Aizen replied, "Do you really believe this was caused by Dōsan Hanyū's ability?"

"Isn't that so?" Tōsen asked in surprise. If Honrō Useki revealed the identities of Tōsen, Aizen, and the others, then Captain Aizen would use Kyōka Suigetsu to create sufficient alibis, just like fifteen years ago.

In addition to what they don't know, the Thirteenth Division's attention will once again turn to Dōsan Hanyū.

With Captain-Commander Yamamoto's assistance, we can more easily acquire Dōsan Hanyū's abilities.

Tōsen squinted, trying to see what Captain Aizen was thinking beneath the calm surface.

Dōsan Hanyū's ability to foresee this would be detrimental to him, and he changed the outcome in a "reasonable" way beforehand.

This makes perfect sense, so why would Captain Aizen say that?

"While the schemes of Captain-Commander Yamamoto Dōsan Hanyū, the Tsunayashiro Clan Dōsan Hanyū, and even Tachikawa have not yet had a detrimental effect on Dōsan Hanyū, there is no doubt that they have indeed taken actions that are 'unfavorable' to Dōsan Hanyū."

"So that's what you mean!"

It was rare for Tōsen to show a look of joy. Even though they knew it was impossible, they still frequently plotted against Dōsan Hanyū, hoping that his abilities would be weakened.

Is now a good opportunity to seize Dōsan Hanyū abilities?

Looking at the boy standing below, Aizen softly uttered, "No, he's even more terrifying."

A chill ran down Tōsen's spine from the depths of his soul.

Aizen only completed half of the Riddler this time; "He's gradually becoming ordinary, more and more like the life forms of this world."

Tōsen: (○o○)

I don't understand.

"This means that, to this day, Dōsan Hanyū has made up for the losses he made ten years ago."

Hearing Aizen say this, Tōsen looked down at the harmless-looking boy, and a strange emotion welled up in Tōsen heart.

Tōsen believed that he could give up everything for the sake of justice, and the first thing he would give up was fear.

But now he realizes he can't.

Fear had already caused sweat to stream down his neck, and the immense pressure made Tōsen's breathing heavy.

"Ten years ago, Captain Aizen, what did you see?"