Racing against the clock, godlike Kidō

I can't move!

From the Hiyori rashly attacked until she was in front of Dōsan Hanyū, there were less than two seconds. But even two seconds should have been enough for Hiyori to react.

But she couldn't do it; she was like a puppet on strings, offering herself up to Dōsan Hanyū's mouth.

Dōsan raised his arm slightly, holding the black knife in front of his chest.

"Asshole!"

Hirako was the closest to the two. He had long been wary of Dōsan Hanyū and expected Hiyori to rush over rashly, but he did not expect Dōsan Hanyū to act so decisively.

Moreover, that murderous aura!

Just how many people did Dōsan Hanyū kill?

It's too late.

"Bakudō Sixty-Three: Sajo Sabaku!"

It is Hachigen Ushōda.

Having a teammate skilled in Kidō) at times like this is a lifesaver.

With Hachigen Ushōda hands clasped together, the surrounding Spiritual Pressure began to boil like steam. Originally fat and big-eared, he now looked like an angry Vajra, his face slightly ferocious, and four thick Spiritual Pressure chains shot out.

Instead of rushing towards Dōsan Hanyū, Hachigen Ushōda knew that even if he hid himself well, Yuusuke Dōsan Hanyū could easily break through the Sixtieth Kidō Path.

But Hiyori only has one life, and cannot afford to make a mistake.

Sajo Sabaku is one of the more powerful binding techniques in the Bakudō, but it lacks protective capabilities. The Sajo Sabaku of Hachigen Ushōda must have some unknown variations.

This modification of the Kidō can only be described as inconceivable to outsiders.

However, these four chains, wielded by Hachigen Ushōda, changed direction in mid-air, instead blocking Hirako and the others Hirako were charging ahead.

This... this is my Kidō!

An indescribable sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart. This time, Hachigen Ushōda felt even more desperate than when he faced Aizen or when he himself Hollowfication.

In his eyes Dōsan Hanyū didn't move at all; he was still holding that black Zanpakuto.

The optimal solution he had used when his friend was on the verge of death, his most prized Kidō, had so easily, even forced him to change course, and blocked Hirako.

Outsiders didn't Hachigen Ushōda did. In their eyes, Hachigen Ushōda was releasing Spiritual Pressure wildly, but it ended up being a comical situation.

However, it's not entirely ineffective.

Three seconds.

Hachigen Ushōda's actions, Hiyori, who was in a hurry to be reborn, gained three seconds.

For Hiyori, who could only passively wait for her life to end, those three seconds were incredibly precious.

Dōsan's eyes remained blood-black, and the black blade showed no sign of falling.

"No!"

Everyone went wild, but Kisuke Urahara pulled down his hat brim to hide his eyes.

Um?

Dōsan Hanyū was somewhat surprised; his naked eye couldn't keep up with the speed, but he could sense a dark figure about to snatch his prey from under his blade.

Interesting.

Dōsan's eyes were pitch black, but a cruel smile appeared on his lips. At this moment, he was somewhat affected by his bloodlust, and the knife that was about to fall accelerated in a strange way.

Kisuke Urahara expression finally changed. At this moment, it was too late for him to move, and he dared not use the more direct Kidō.

"Careful!"

Black blades, shadowy figures clashing.

A splash of blood erupted.

"Pain!"

A deep, magnetic voice came from the center of the battle.

It's a cat.

The blackness in Dōsan Tong's eyes regained some clarity. Not far from his feet, a black cat was howling in pain. Dōsan Hanyū's tone was somewhat uncertain, yet there was a hint of emotion in that uncertainty.

Yoruichi Shihōin?

"That's quite a terrifying battle. By the way, as the Second Division Captain, is it alright for you not to participate?"

The Seireitei has escalated to a fever pitch, with Captain-Commander Yamamoto, Kenpachi Zaraki, and Kuchiki Ginrei, among nearly double-digit Captain-level battle of Spiritual Pressure.

And right in the center, there's that man!

Kūkaku Shiba squinted, barely managing to stop thinking about killing him by constantly communicating with Soi Fon.

That's the difference between the two. Even if I, or even my brother, were to wield that Blade of Sin, we wouldn't be a match for this man.

We still need to be patient.

"This is... the Thirteenth Division?"

Soi Fon clung to Kūkaku Shiba's back, her actions somewhat foolish; she didn't know what she was doing or what she should be doing.

Thirteen years ago, the scene of Yoruichi Shihōin's defection remained vivid in Soi Fon's mind, lingering there for a long time.

I'm the Second Division Captain, the commander of the Stealth Force and the Punishment Force. It's perfectly reasonable for me to have come to the World of the Living on a mission, right?

"Huh? Soi Fon, where are you going?"

Kūkaku was walking ahead, noticed the change in Soi Fon's Spiritual Pressure.

But Soi Fon, as expected, didn't pay much attention, leaving only a Shunpo afterimage of Shunpo for Kūkaku.

"Oh dear, he's still just a child!"

Now it's my turn.

Kūkaku Shiba turned his head. In front of him was the Thirteenth Division barracks. He was going to take his brother's Zanpakuto, Miroku.

Even Soi Fon, who is skilled in tracking and has Captain-level strength, did not notice that two pairs of eyes were watching them.

"Hey, is it alright for us to hide here? Aizen might be looking for us." Gin gave a sly smile, sounding somewhat worried, but he didn't really show much concern.

"I should be the one saying that, why are you following me?"

The second lieutenant of the Thirteenth Division gave Gin Ichimaru a disdainful look.

"I also want to see just how powerful the legendary Zanpakuto, revered by the four great clans, really is, and..." Gin opened his eyes, "At least when it comes to killing Aizen, don't even think about abandoning me!"