Everything Was Perfectly Reasonable

The charisma of the King of Hueco Mundo was on full display in Baraggan. Just a moment ago he was incredibly embarrassed, but now he sat calmly on his throne, speaking with extreme arrogance.

Dōsan Hanyū didn't mind, nor did he explain. It wasn't that Dōsan Hanyū was putting on airs, but rather that he found it difficult to make these guys understand his own understanding.

With this one action, the level of disgust that Dōsan Hanyū evoked in Baraggan's mind rose another notch.

He would rather have Dōsan Hanyū fight him without any regard for right or wrong, even if he died at Dōsan Hanyū's hands, but this class-based indifference was something Baraggan could not tolerate.

Just like him, he couldn't stand the man's gaze.

Gently raising his hand, Baraggan finally lowered it, extinguishing the anger in his heart.

Just now, this barrier intensified my anger.

"You're Dōsan Hanyū?"

Accompanied by the voices outside the barrier, the mysterious powerful figure stopped pretending, and the entire barrier instantly returned to normal, causing a mix of negative emotions among the crowd.

"Who are you?" Dōsan Hanyū, who also loved reading history, hoped to find the answer in his question.

"It's not that I don't want to talk about it, it's just that I've forgotten my own name, I don't know how many years I've existed in the Muken, and I can't even distinguish between reality and illusion."

Among these factors, the barriers created by the Five Great Noble Clans in ancient times may have contributed significantly. Given this powerful figure's current state, in another ten thousand years, he might become a blob without a past or a future.

"Senior," Kisuke Urahara interjected, "Someone like you doesn't need to serve that man."

"Kisuke Urahara?" The voice didn't sound as certain as when it was speaking to Dōsan Hanyū.

"It's a great honor that you know my name."

"No need to say any of that. I am still me, and I will not be persuaded by your few words."

Although I 'Dōsan Hanyū forgotten a lot, your vision, even in my time, was astonishing. You should have seen my abilities, right?

"Domain."

Dōsan Hanyū summed up the essence of this ability in a single word. "Within his barrier, time as we perceive it is not time, space is not space; it no longer belongs to the Three Realms, therefore the laws of our world do not apply."

Domain.

This concept was introduced by Dōsan Hanyū, but this word and concept have always left some traces in the long history.

At least, Kisuke Urahara some connections.

"To create rules independent of this world, for a Soul Reaper, it's Bankai beyond Bankai. Currently, only Captain-Commander Yamamoto is known to have reached this level, plus you, Mr. Hanyū."

Perhaps there's also that monk from the Zero Division, Kisuke Urahara didn't say it aloud.

There was no Aizen.

In Kisuke Urahara's eyes, although Aizen was the greatest schemer in the Seireitei's history, he was far from being that level.

"Although I don't know what Captain-Commander Yamamoto is like, my Spiritual Pressure is far too low to be bridged."

Spiritual Pressure?

Currently, the prevailing view among Soul Reaper is that superstition outweighs Spiritual Pressure.

"Even top- Captain-level cannot sense the Spiritual Pressure of a true expert who has reached this level."

Their Spiritual Pressure is truly as vast as the ocean; you don't perceive a single person, but an entire world.

"Hey, that's getting more and more bluffing. Even if he's incredibly strong, he can't solve it without trying."

Grimmjow gripped his sword, his Spiritual Pressure tinged with excitement.

Kensei Muguruma did the same, his wind-attribute Spiritual Pressure beginning to gather around him.

"Watch your posture! Have you weaklings lost control of your emotions?"

"Do you still have the mind to fight amongst yourselves at a time like this?" Tier Harribel said, but her demeanor and the Spiritual Pressure surrounding her did not suggest that she was trying to mediate a conflict.

"Mr. Hanyū, it feels like it won't be long before we start fighting amongst ourselves. Try whatever methods you have; I can at least guarantee you won't be affected."

Urahara stopped joking; he was now sensing the danger.

Nodding, Dōsan Hanyū sighed softly, stroking the Zanpakuto that lacked its former spirit, Dōsan Hanyū.

"The Law of Causality ·Humanity."

Let's rewind to three minutes ago.

"Captain Aizen, it seems you're going to be disappointed. Dōsan Hanyū and the others are helpless."

Yin's tone showed no surprise, but rather carried a hint of provocation.

"Gin, you're too narrow-minded." Aizen first scoffed without changing his expression, "Do you remember what I told you before? 'The Correctness of Revision,' and everything will move in the direction most favorable to him."

"But Captain Aizen, you also said that the battles between Soul Reaper are battles of Spiritual Pressure."

It's obvious that in terms of Spiritual Pressure, the group of Dōsan Hanyū, the Visoreds, and the Arrancar are on a completely different level from this eternal prisoner.

This is a paradox.

The paradox arising from the contradiction in Aizen's conclusions.

Aizen stood a step in front of Gin, so Gin couldn't see Aizen's expression. After a moment, Aizen spoke, "That's why I hope to obtain this god's power through Miroku."

Not far from Aizen, a Senkaimon opened, revealing a girl with cherry blossom-pink hair, holding an Asauchi in her hand.

Not far from her, another Senkaimon opened, and Soi Fon, wearing the Second Division Captain's haori, stepped out, muttering to herself, "I just came to take a look."

At this point, Seireitei was almost riddled with bullets.

Captain-Commander Yamamoto lives up to his title as the strongest Soul Reaper in a thousand years, but the Central 46 are even older than the Thirteenth Division. As the core of the Seireitei, they have also demonstrated unimaginable resilience.

The battle between the two sides continued, but the Second Division Captain did not participate, nor was he imprisoned by Captain-Commander Yamamoto. Instead, he came to the World of the Living.

As the Second Division Captain, it is perfectly reasonable for him to come to the World of the Living for a mission.

Since all missions are dangerous, it's perfectly reasonable that Soi Fon didn't impose any restrictions and went straight for Bankai.

Beneath Gin's restrained smile, Soi Fon, who shouldn't know about Dōsan Hanyū's whereabouts, came to Dōsan Hanyū's side.

The Punishment Force commander, who was supposed to be the most law-abiding, broke the rules.

Soi Fon, who has never successfully Bankai Soi Fon without the aid of any tools, easily Bankai this time.

Dōsan Hanyū's Spiritual Pressure was suppressed, preventing him from breaking through the cage of this domain from the inside, while those outside were unable to cause damage due to the different rules of the domain.

This was clearly an unsolvable dead end, yet at this moment Dōsan Hanyū and Soi Fon seemed to be on the same page, launching their attacks in the same time and space.

Everything is perfectly reasonable, just like eating when you're hungry or drinking when you're thirsty.

Looking at this scene, in the distance, at the end of the cherry blossom fragrance.

Tachikawa Magaki raised her Asauchi (a type of Japanese sword), facing Dōsan Hanyū, and chanted, "Laugh, Miroku."