Dōsan Hanyū, Looks Like You Haven't Wasted These Past Few Years

"Is the mission over just like that?"

Soi Fon shrugged helplessly. She hadn't done anything, it was that simple, yet Captain-Commander Yamamoto had made a captain run back and forth for her.

But Soi Fon also knew that without Renji Abarai leading the way, and without Dōsan Hanyū, none of her Second Division members, except for herself, would have escaped.

No, in fact, if it were just me, the mastermind would have already made their move.

Just now, Dōsan Hanyū explained to them again the power of the Number Ninety-Five Bakudō.

Anyone capable of using such Bakudō must be at least as strong as myself, and there's likely more than one opponent.

Looking at the boy beside her, the only one Seireitei could call a friend, Soi Fon sighed.

He had intended to help Dōsan return to the Thirteenth Division, as a way of repaying the kindness Dōsan had shown him by risking danger and punishment to save him.

But now, looking back, I realize I owe them more and more kindness.

Moreover, the task is not that simple, Soi Fon is equally insensitive to politics.

But Soi Fon isn't stupid. Considering Captain-Commander Yamamoto's attitude, she guessed that this trap might be aimed at Dōsan.

The mastermind behind this might even be Captain-Commander Yamamoto.

This made Soi Fon feel guilty. After hesitating for a moment, Soi Fon asked, "Shall we go back now?"

Um?

Ittōbō glanced at Captain Soi Fon beside him, who was also a veteran of the Thirteenth Division.

When Captain Soi Fon was still a junior member, Ittōbō also belonged to the Second Division.

In his memory, whether it was the adorable bodyguard of the Punishment Force's Commander in the early stages or the Captain Soi Fon of the Second Division, Soi Fon, later on, she was always a warrior who regarded her mission as her life.

The mission is still a long way from being truly completed, and she has no desire to even investigate the mastermind behind it all.

Captain Soi Fon like this was Ittōbō had never seen before.

In the past, she would complete her missions even knowing she would die.

Things have changed, they've really changed.

Could it be that Captain Soi Fon always uses Vice-Captain Ōmaeda's schemes?

Have people been assimilated?

All I think about is getting a fixed salary and not having to work hard.

If I manage to get back safely this time, I must stay away from Vice-Captain Ōmaeda.

Faced with Soi Fon's words, Dōsan Hanyū's face calmed down, and he said calmly, "It's too late."

"Hadō 90: Black Coffin!"

For a long time, people like Soi Fon didn't know the name of this Hadō number ninety, nor had they ever heard of Hadō.

But just over three months ago, Dōsan Hanyū waved his hand, making the name of this Kidō known throughout the Seireitei.

Unlike the previous Black Coffins, this one resembled a hammer used for venting anger, falling from the sky and slamming into Dōsan Hanyū.

This involves a highly advanced variant of the Kidō.

The attack range was limited to Dōsan Hanyū and Soi Fon. Other Soul Reaper were unable to get close because the Spiritual Pressure released by the Spiritual Pressure orb when Dōsan Hanyū broke it was too strong, thus saving their lives.

"Um?"

With a soft sound, slightly surprised, Soi Fon, who had been slacking off all day, performed quite well, tapping her little feet and swaying her snake braid.

The moment the Black Coffin fell, Soi Fon rose up and moved out of the attack range.

This is very difficult!

Of all the captains in the Thirteenth Division, no more than five could dodge that attack as easily as Soi Fon.

"Dōsan!"

The Black Coffin descended from above, encasing Dōsan Hanyū.

Why?

Soi Fon was flustered. The two were too familiar with each other. If she hadn't judged that Dōsan's Shunpo would definitely dodge it, Soi Fon wouldn't have left so smugly.

Just as Soi Fon was about to move, her hand was grabbed by Rizukihime Kasumiōji.

"Captain Soi Fon, Dōsan will be alright, let's go!"

The Black Coffin landed heavily on Dōsan's body, followed by a burst of Spiritual Pressure like a nuclear explosion, raising dust from the center of Dōsan Hanyū.

The sandstorm raged like a waterfall, Soi Fon and the others fled quickly, losing sight of Dōsan.

At the center of the Black Coffin, like a vortex, greedily absorbed everything around it.

This variant of the Black Coffin technique has far surpassed the power of the Ninety Kidō.

A figure split the sand waterfall, slowly revealing his true form. The scattered Reishi sand and stones seemed to announce the return of Jin'ya Tsunayashiro, the noble Young Master of one of the five great families who had been renowned in the Soul Society Kidō!

A ten-meter-tall black coffin stands tall, as if the King of Soul Reaper is burying sinners.

Inside the Black Coffin, Dōsan Hanyū calmly reached out his hand.

Although limited by Spiritual Pressure, Dōsan Hanyū is still unable to use Kidō No. 95.

But for Dōsan Hanyū, breaking the Kidō is much simpler than casting it.

Dōsan calmly stretched out his hand, and with a single stroke, the Black Coffin, like smoke rising from a kitchen chimney, was dispersed.

Dōsan Hanyū revealed his true face, and he and Jin'ya Tsunayashiro locked eyes.

Seeing that Dōsan Hanyū had turned the tide and made such a cool entrance, it was only then that Soi Fon and the others realized that the man in front of them was Jin'ya Tsunayashiro, who had been dead for more than three months!

"Could it be that Jin'ya Tsunayashiro isn't dead?" Ittōbō exclaimed in surprise.

"The Tsunayashiro Clan's conspiracy?"

"How could that be? The Tsunayashiro Clan wouldn't joke about something like this."

"No, something's not right with Jin'ya Tsunayashiro."

While three months may allow for technological innovation, it's still difficult to perfect the details, especially in aspects unrelated to strength. Mayuri Kurotsuchi has no interest in dealing with these.

Soi Fon looked over and saw that Tsunayashiro's face was somewhat dark, and upon closer inspection, there were traces of decay.

Jin'ya frowned as well. He knew that Dōsan Hanyū was so skilled in Kidō, and although his modified version of the Black Coffin was powerful, it was unlikely that he could defeat Dōsan Hanyū.

But he didn't expect Dōsan Hanyū to be so adept at it.

He soon realized something.

Wrong.

This isn't right!

In the world of the dead, there is no time; Jin'ya's memory remains stuck at the moment before his death.

He forgot to ask Mayuri Kurotsuchi something, something very important!

How many years has he, Jin'ya Tsunayashiro, actually been dead?

It's important to know that Dōsan Hanyū was hailed as a genius before his death. If it had been more than ten years, no, perhaps only a few, it wouldn't be surprising at all that Dōsan Hanyū had grown to this level.

Jin'ya Tsunayashiro's face darkened. He was already in poor condition, and then he encountered Dōsan Hanyū from several years later. But then he thought about how his helper was recovering.

With renewed confidence, Jin'ya Tsunayashiro decided to fight if he could, to avoid the danger of that person reviving.

If you can't beat them, wait for help.

With that in mind, Jin'ya stopped worrying and started to provoke.

"Dōsan Hanyū, I didn't expect you to become stronger in just a few years." Jin'ya adopted his arrogant demeanor, pointing his chin at Dōsan Hanyū with an air of superiority.

"But that's not enough!"