The Shopkeeper Appears
"The Law of Causality ·Humanity!"
Dōsan Hanyū's black sword seemed to emanate a thin layer of gray-black light as he pondered the information from Soul Society, but Hirako could not recall any related information.
For some reason, looking at Dōsan Hanyū's calm eyes, Hirako felt inexplicably uneasy, a feeling he hadn't even experienced when facing Aizen.
"Call..."
Adjusting his mindset, at least, he hasn't completely overcome his own Sakanade.
They've arrived.
Dōsan Hanyū used Shunpo, and in an instant, his figure disappeared from Hirako's sight.
When Spiritual Pressure is limited and does not cause overwhelming force, even the fastest Shunpo cannot exceed a certain limit.
When Dōsan Hanyū extended his right hand, the strike was from his left side.
For Hirako, going against the grain has become a habit.
Shinji Hirako raised his sword again at an odd angle, not only to block, but also to counterattack.
But this time, something's not right!
Hirako, with eyes that showed no interest in anything, slightly raised them, and began to back away.
But it was too late.
Such an arrogant reaction in the face of Dōsan Hanyū's Shunpo will ultimately come at a price.
"Puff."
An ordinary slash landed on Hirako's chest. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough to avoid hitting a vital spot, but blood still flew up.
Why?
This was an ordinary strike; he drew his sword and slashed down.
But it was just too ordinary; under his own Sakanade, he shouldn't be able to maintain this state!
"Your Sakanade isn't a reversal of the rules, but rather leans towards a kind of 'poison,' reversing perception at the sensory level."
As Dōsan Hanyū spoke, he had already arrived behind Hirako, but this was not enough to alarm Hirako, the former captain of the Thirteenth Division.
"So?"
"Your abilities are unpredictable, and coincidentally, I'm an expert in that area."
The horizontal slash stained Hirako's chest red. Although he didn't think that his Shikai could restrain Dōsan Hanyū, he wasn't prepared to be so easily defeated by Dōsan Hanyū.
"Troublesome, troublesome, so troublesome!" Hirako rubbed his hair in annoyance. "Hachi, reinforce the barrier!"
"Hey, Hirako, it doesn't have to go this far..." Seeing Hirako's undisguised actions, Hachi hurriedly cast a spell to reinforce the barrier. Kensei was in his arms, was out of danger. He coughed twice, spitting out two mouthfuls of blood, and looked at the two of them seriously.
Dōsan Hanyū sensed the strange changes in the surrounding space. The ominous Spiritual Pressure made him nauseous, but he did not let his guard down, Zanpakuto horizontally in front of his chest.
Ignoring Dōsan's actions, Hirako placed his hand on his face and pulled it down.
"Dōsan Hanyū, watch out!"
It's here!
Dōsan raised an eyebrow, and despite the fact that there was nothing in front of him, he swung his sword forward.
"Bang!"
The two Spiritual Pressures intersected, and the entire space began to surge and churn in reverse. Hachigen Ushōda hurriedly stretched out his hands to reinforce the barrier once again.
In the clash of Spiritual Pressure, Dōsan Hanyū was sent flying backwards after only a short time. In the past three years, his Spiritual Pressure had indeed improved significantly, reaching the average level of the current captains of the Gotei 13.
However, facing Hirako, whose Spiritual Pressure was a monstrous combination of Soul Reaper and Hollow, Dōsan Hanyū was still no match for him. Dōsan even believed that Hirako's Spiritual Pressure level alone was enough to rank him among the top five Soul Reaper in the Gotei 13.
Dōsan Hanyū's body flew out like a cannonball, but that wasn't the end of it Shinji Hirako closed in again. This time, Dōsan Hanyū was quick-witted and didn't use his sword to block. Instead, he opened his left hand and used a Mirror Reversal with flowing Spiritual Pressure to block the attack from beside him.
Have you adapted yet?
The first time Hirako encountered the power of his Zanpakuto, he was able to freely wield Kidō. In Hirako's memory, only Dōsan Hanyū this.
Perhaps, he really can defeat that bastard.
A sword strike brimming with Spiritual Pressure slashed at the Mirror Reversal of Dōsan Hanyū. The counterattack, approaching the level of Reishi particles, caused Hirako's Zanpakuto to tremble violently. With just one strike, Hirako's Spiritual Pressure became somewhat out of control, and he was even on the verge of being detached from Hollowfication.
This Kidō?
"It's time to end this!"
Knowing that the Spiritual Pressure disappearance case couldn't be resolved today, Dōsan Hanyū was too lazy to waste any more time arguing with them.
This time, taking the initiative, Dōsan Hanyū's black sword, Law of Causality, once again slashed across Hirako's chest.
Hirako retreated, Dōsan Hanyū made no attempt to pursue. He could sense that Hirako was holding back, and that it would be difficult for him to seriously injure him.
With a single horizontal slash, the entire barrier was cut in two.
Upon seeing the light of day again, Dōsan Hanyū consciously suppressed his Spiritual Pressure, as did the three Hirako of the Visored.
But...
"Why are you bunch of bald guys so slow!"
The undisguised Captain-level Spiritual Pressure, along with the intense heat of flames, made way for Dōsan to furrow his brow and open his Mirror Reversal.
The Shakkahō caused the Reishi in the entire space to boil, but when it hit Dōsan Hanyū's Mirror Reversal, it did not stir up any waves; it seemed to simply merge into it.
This is another application of Mirror Reversal.
Such an attack already qualifies as a terrorist attack.
These traitors from Soul Society are definitely no pushovers!
Dōsan Hanyū gripped the Law of Causality tightly and looked at the assembled members of the Visored.
When Hiyori Sarugaki arrived later, they also noticed Kensei's near-fatal injuries, and the atmosphere between the two sides froze once again.
"Excuse me, could you gentlemen please excuse us for a moment and rest at my little shop?"
The voice alone revealed a lewd tone, Dōsan Hanyū frowned, sensing the unfamiliar yet powerful Spiritual Pressure.