The Visored Make Their Entrance

The World of the Living.

Aside from the time he went out on his own to rescue Soi Fon Dōsan Hanyū had come to the World of the Living.

Because of the relationship between the Thirteenth Division and the Central 46, it's impossible for Dōsan Hanyū to be restricted when he comes to the World of the Living.

However, without any restrictions, even standing there, Dōsan Hanyū needed to control his Spiritual Pressure, and that was three years ago.

Three years later, the true extent of Dōsan Hanyū's strength remains a mystery.

The starlight in the World of the Living is beautiful, but the concentration of Reishi is incomparable to that of the Soul Society. Suddenly changing the environment makes Dōsan feel a little uncomfortable.

"Hmm? Reishi concentration?"

Although it is still considered sparse, it is now considered a place of great spiritual energy in the World of the Living, which is inconsistent with the conclusions that Dōsan Hanyū had previously calculated.

He held the Zanpakuto in his hand, and a faint Spiritual Pressure emanated from his body, spreading outwards like waves.

"Karakura Town?"

Dōsan let out a soft exclamation of surprise, as he was not very familiar with the World of the Living.

However, as one of the few places in the World of the Living with a strong spiritual energy, Karakura Town Dōsan knew by heart, so he had some guesses and was certain that this was not the destination he was going to open the door to.

Sensing the unusual surroundings, Dōsan calmly raised the hilt of his knife with his thumb.

The Law of Causality in my hand is so quiet now, no longer the noisy, seductive sound it used in times of crisis.

"Come out."

Dōsan's voice was icy. He had already noticed the enemy's Spiritual Pressure, but Dōsan made no attempt to launch a counterattack.

Because...

Four figures, of varying heights and builds, stood before Dōsan Hanyū.

The first one on the left is a man with long, straight blond hair, a crooked mouth, and who seems to be muttering something.

Next to him was a woman who was not tall, with blonde hair sticking up in a ponytail, freckles on her cheeks, and wearing sandals.

A handsome, muscular man with short white hair, a bare physique, and a somewhat fierce expression.

What attracted Dōsan the most was a chubby, round-faced middle-aged man with pink eyebrows. Putting aside the other three, he felt a strange familiarity with this fat man's appearance.

But for a moment, Dōsan couldn't quite recall; he might have just seen this person's illustrations by chance.

It wasn't until a few years ago that photos of Soul Society became more common, and not many people were willing to draw for unrelated people.

"Hachi, didn't you say that your barrier wouldn't be discovered by anyone?" The freckled girl with her hair in a high ponytail asked casually.

"Sorry." The chubby man with pink eyebrows rubbed the back of his head, his gaze shifting to Dōsan. He instantly became serious, his voice steady. "Or perhaps it should be said that the name 'Kidō God' is indeed true."

"Hachigen Ushōda, former deputy head of the Kidō Corps Kidō." Dōsan's voice was certain.

"How delightful! I never expected that Mr. Dōsan Hanyū, who is known as Kidō God, would know my name." Although he displayed humility, Hachigen Ushōda's voice was surprisingly sincere.

Just now, the Spiritual Pressure emanating from this young man was only at the level of an ordinary student at the Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts, or even less.

This level of intensity is something even Soul Reaper wouldn't normally care about.

Including Hachigen Ushōda, if he hadn't been facing Dōsan Hanyū, the genius of the Kidō who rose to fame in just three years and was dubbed a "Kidō God."

With the Hachigen Ushōda, this former vice-chief of the Kidō Corps Kidō wouldn't care.

Fluctuations, subtle and almost imperceptible fluctuations in Spiritual Pressure —this is a technique of the Kidō).

Those in the know can see the intricacies; Hachigen Ushōda could roughly understand how terrifying this move was.

Similar to the Mirror Reversal that previously came from Soul Society, although the principle is clear, it is not something that can be mastered through time or experience.

In fact, some believe that even if Dōsan Hanyū's Zanpakuto ability was concealed, this single move by Hachigen Ushōda would leave him completely exposed in Dōsan Hanyū's eyes.

It can be said that before the two even fought, Hachigen Ushōda had already conceded defeat.

Dōsan turned his head and looked at the others in turn.

"Former Fifth Division Captain, Shinji Hirako."

"Former Captain of the Ninth Division, Kensei Muguruma."

His gaze shifted to the short, blond man. Dōsan's lips moved, but no sound came out. He turned to look at Shinji Hirako, "Then, why are you blocking my way?"

Although he knew the identities of those defectors from eighteen years ago, Dōsan only had a vague impression of a few captains and the others.

"Hey, you lackey of Central 46, you bald guy are too arrogant! Listen carefully, my name is Hiyori Sarugaki," the short Hiyori shouted.

Dōsan's eyelids twitched slightly. He was a staunch supporter of the Shiba Clan. Because of Kūkaku, he also disliked the Central 46, but the two sides were still considered allies.

"Alright, alright, Hiyori." Hirako shielded Hiyori behind him, then turned to Dōsan formally, "We're inviting you to be our ally."

"Purpose?" Dōsan asked, his expression unchanged.

His straightforwardness clearly made Hirako and the others slightly uncomfortable. After a brief hesitation, Shinji Hirako chose to be frank, "A man who committed heinous crimes eighteen years ago, the mastermind behind the Seireitei, the true villain."

Hirako bestowed multiple identities upon that person, but cautiously refrained from revealing the person's name.

Silence, lasting only a few seconds.

"Sorry, I'm not interested."

Hirako's face froze; this was not what he had imagined.

Whatever he did, there is currently no evidence that the person behind it all directly harmed anyone he valued.

Dōsan turned his head, preparing to leave.

Although he is a fugitive, given his personality, he wouldn't go all out in the World of the Living.

This is a bit unexpected.

Hirako scratched his head. "Troublesome, so troublesome!"

Call...

A surge of Spiritual Pressure rose up, Hachigen Ushōda hurriedly activated his Kidō barrier to isolate the Spiritual Pressure from the effects on ordinary people.

Kensei Muguruma clasped his hands in a fist, twisting his neck, which creaked.

"Kid, Jin'ya Tsunayashiro was defeated by you, wasn't he? So, can I transfer my score with him to you?"

Dōsan turned his head, his white eyebrows raised.

Even the best temper can't help but flare up when faced with these self-absorbed individuals.

Seeing Dōsan times, Kensei Muguruma's face revealed a look of delighted anticipation.

"May you vanish into nothingness, Tachikaze!"