Following the Story

"If the Kuchiki Clan's Zanpakuto, 'Universe,' is a substitution of time and space, then the world we inhabit now should also be the real world."

Aizen put down his pen and uttered his first words of the afternoon.

"So, Lord Aizen, you believe this is a real parallel world." Kaname Tōsen is better suited to being a flatterer.

"If it's that simple, then why would we replace the identity of 'us' in the real world?"

They didn't simply time-travel; their identities and abilities have completely transformed them into Aizen and Tōsen of this world.

The only thing that hasn't changed is their memories.

Aizen asked this question, leaving Kaname Tōsen and Gin Ichimaru with no choice but to answer.

A blind man who lives only in the sorrow of the past and the justice of the future.

A boy whose entire life revolves around protecting and seeking revenge.

Aizen knew that the two of them together couldn't form a normal brain, and he never expected their answers.

"The Law of Causality —perhaps this world is a world of 'cause,' and our world is a world of 'effect.'"

This is getting stranger and stranger.

Gin Ichimaru thought Aizen would say something shocking, but it turned out to be just more of these strange things.

However, ever since he met Dōsan Hanyū, Aizen has become more and more like a philosopher. Is this all you've thought about this afternoon?

Gin Ichimaru, standing behind him, grumbled inwardly, but he was more concerned with other things.

After arriving in this world, the deadly move left behind by Tachikawa Magaki, the "ultimate poison" made from Sōsuke Aizen's blood and incorporated into her Zanpakuto, has disappeared.

Even Gin Ichimaru, whose strength had been elevated to the top-tier Captain-level due to the poison left by Tachikawa, fell to the ordinary Captain-level.

However, the techniques left behind by Tachikawa are still in his mind, and as long as he obtains Aizen's blood, he can still restore those toxins.

In the shadows, Gin Ichimaru squinted, smiling like a little fox.

"Let's go, let's continue. I've sensed the cause and effect of this world. Let's follow the storyline of this world and move forward!"

"Yes, Captain Aizen."

"Don't imitate me. Feel your own knife, feel its pulse, feel its breath, and then strike."

Dōsan Hanyū swung his wooden sword at Ichigo Kurosaki one hand.

In Ichigo Kurosaki's eyes, the image of the Dōsan transcended the three dimensions. The blade fell with both extreme speed and slowness, Ichigo felt a churning sensation in his abdomen.

A sword strike was already upon them.

There was no Spiritual Pressure, not even killing intent, only the aura of a sword.

"Kendo: Yachiru!"

Ichigo Kurosaki Zanpakuto, barely managing to protect himself, but the massive wave of the blade toppled him over.

"What's this?"

"The 'slash' in 'Zankensōki' is also the way of the sword."

Dōsan lightly swung his wooden sword, performing a sheathing motion.

"A powerful figure once appeared in the Soul Reaper world, who slaughtered all the powerful figures in the Soul Society, the World of the Living, Hueco Mundo. He fused the swordsmanship of the three worlds into one and was called Yachiru."

"... Yachiru is both her name and her way of swordsmanship."

"Huff, huff, huff." Ichigo Kurosaki's chest heaved violently. He could finally vaguely understand why Manager Urahara had been defeated by Dōsan Hanyū.

Even though he had no Spiritual Pressure whatsoever, his aura completely extinguished any desire to fight in me.

Damn it.

How can I possibly save Kuchiki -kun if I'm so cowardly?

"Before entering the Soul Society Seireitei, I hope you will master this sword technique."

"Yes."

Under the tutelage of Dōsan Hanyū, Ichigo Kurosaki began his training.

And once again, Dōsan Hanyū felt his Spiritual Pressure increase.

Why is this happening?

When I was teaching Tatsuki and Abarai, this situation didn't exist. Abarai was secondary; in a sense, Abarai and I were the same kind of people.

But why, Tatsuki Arisawa, has nothing changed?

"Meow." A black cat leaped onto Kisuke Urahara. "Hahaha, you can't even beat a brat with no Spiritual Pressure? Kisuke, you idiot!"

Kisuke Urahara rubbed his head helplessly. "Yoruichi- san, do you remember this Mr. Hanyū?"

How is that possible?

"I always felt that this Dōsan Hanyū was an old acquaintance of ours."

An old acquaintance?

"How could that be? Dōsan Hanyū doesn't have a common face like you."

Even so, Yoruichi still seriously considered what Kisuke Urahara had said, "Could it be the Tsunayashiro Clan, or someone from one of the Central 46?"

It's not surprising that among these large families, there were a few people they didn't know.

"Oh well, anyway, Dōsan Hanyū probably doesn't mean any harm."

"How are you so sure?" This time it was Yoruichi 'Yoruichi be serious; she knew what Ichigo Kurosaki represented.

Kisuke Urahara lay beside him, a green hat covering his face, obscuring his expression. "If Dōsan Hanyū had any ill intentions, I would have died just now."

After a moment of silence, Yoruichi stomped her foot on Kisuke Urahara's face. "You spineless coward, utterly spineless!"

"Hey hey!"

"Take a break, Ichigo." Dōsan was still wearing a white shirt, his body spotless.

"Yes." Kurosaki, on the other hand, was in a much worse state, his body soaked in sweat, and his Spiritual Pressure was once again pushed to its limit.

Dōsan stayed quietly beside Ichigo. His Spiritual Pressure was now at the level of Third Seat, and Spiritual Pressure had increased again while he was instructing Ichigo Kurosaki.

Why?

Dōsan was deep in thought when a tall figure blocked his view.

A strong, mature-looking man, who appeared to have African ancestry, stood beside Dōsan.

"Who are you?"

"He is Yasutora Sado, Dōsan- kun." Behind Sado, the blonde Orihime Inoue appeared.

"Mr. Hanyū, I also hope to receive training."

Dōsan raised his white eyebrows. With such a physique, it would be a waste not to cultivate Hakuda.

Not only him, Dōsan also looked at Orihime Inoue.

"Inoue- kun, would you like to receive my training?"