Losing Once More

"Captain-Commander -Chief, the Twelfth Division reports."

The Twelfth Division of Soul Reaper, responsible for monitoring Spiritual Pressure, hastily dealt with the Seireitei due to Mayuri Kurotsuchi's departure.

"Just now, the Spiritual Pressure Kenpachi Zaraki, captain of the 11th Division; Kaname Tōsen, Captain of the Ninth Division; Gin Ichimaru, Third Division Captain, began to increase rapidly."

"Go down." Yamamoto didn't turn around.

There's no need for a report; those three Captain-level Spiritual Pressures are practically threatening to lift the Seireitei to the heavens.

But the more this was the case, the less Yamamoto dared to act rashly.

What exactly is the Tsunayashiro Clan Central 46, planning?

It doesn't matter. As long as I'm safe and sound, the Seireitei won't be turned upside down.

Once there were only two of them, Yamamoto asked Chōjirō if he needed help arranging support for the three captains.

"No need." Yamamoto refused quite decisively. "I trust the captains of the Gotei 13 to continue following the orders of the Central 46 and execute Rukia Kuchiki."

There are some things Yamamoto still can't see clearly: who the enemy is, and who in the Thirteenth Division has stood against him?

A few Ryoka in this World of the Living are nothing more than minor ailments.

"A wooden sword?" Zaraki sheathed his sword and planted it on the ground.

Dōsan gripped his sword with both hands and moved forward. Facing this kind of Spiritual Pressure and physical attack, a simple Mirror Reversal could not guarantee his victory. He needed to use all available means, including swordsmanship.

"Isn't the knife in your hand also broken and tattered?"

Interesting, a sense of being looked down upon that he had never felt before welled up in Kenpachi's heart.

In the blink of a Dōsan, Kenpachi Zaraki's sword was already hovering above Dosan's head.

The immense Spiritual Pressure emanating from above shattered the ground. The Spiritual Pressure, spreading Zaraki from the center of the Seireitei, disrupted the Reishi of nearby Soul Reaper, rendering them unable to stand upright.

On Zaraki's side, the recoil from the Mirror Reversal caused traces of blood to trickle down his sword blade, but his sword showed no sign of weakness, slashing wildly at Dōsan Hanyū.

"Ken-chan." Outside the battlefield, Yachiru looked at Kenpachi Zaraki with concern, even as Zaraki's sword became faster, more determined, and more frenzied.

But only Yachiru understood that Kenpachi Zaraki with fear.

But it wasn't a psychological fear; it stemmed more from instinct—the fear of a lower-level creature facing a higher-level predator.

Under such pressure, Kenpachi Zaraki's ability to pick up a sword is all the more remarkable.

The fear that comes from the primal instincts of a fighter facing a killer.

"Kendo: Yachiru"

With figures clashing, it was unrealistic to rely solely on swordsmanship against an opponent like Kenpachi Zaraki. So, Dōsan Hanyū also raised his Spiritual Pressure to its maximum.

Figures darted around, Dōsan's wooden sword remained unharmed, while Kenpachi's chest was slashed open with a "one" shape, blood splattering out like a waterfall.

"This is really boring. Maybe it'd be more fun to fight Ichigo Kurosaki!"

Kenpachi Zaraki, carrying his sword, turned around. The wounds on his body had long been filled by his violent Reishi. His Spiritual Pressure rose to another level, Kenpachi Zaraki's face turned crimson, his spiritual form Hollowfication.

"This is such a hassle."

Dōsan sighed, holding the wooden sword in front of him, and the two children began to turn black.

The chilling killing intent made Yachiru, who was watching from the sidelines, tug at her Shinigami armor.

It's a bit cold.

"Very good, at least for human teenagers."

Blind Kaname Tōsen flicked the blood off his Zanpakuto, revealing a diagonal gash on his chest, the blood soaking through his Shinigami uniform.

Ichigo Kurosaki was also in a sorry state, with no fewer than 10 small wounds covering his body.

After learning swordsmanship, Ichigo Kurosaki became stronger, but at the same time, he did not gain corresponding experience; he became stronger, but his progress slowed down.

"You, devoid of any sense of justice, wield your sword so weakly." Kaname Tōsen flicked his wrist and swung his sword, "Bankai: Enma Kōrogi!"

This space is covered by a closed hemispherical space.

Ichigo looked around, all he saw was darkness.

What is friendship? What is justice? What are rules?

Perhaps, as Kaname Tōsen looked out at first glance, all he saw was darkness.

Kaname Tōsen at Ichigo Kurosaki was lost in the Enma Kōrogi.

In this peculiar world, within an ordinary story, Kaname Tōsen realize that he may only be a supporting character, expressing the powerless justice in his heart.

"Shoot him, Shinsō!"

Having dodged an arrow, Gin Ichimaru Shinsō pierced Uryū Ishida's body once more.

He was a little irritated.

He shouldn't be in front of someone like that. What he should be doing now is assassinating Aizen and obtaining Aizen's blood.

Instead of playing house with such a brat.

Gin Ichimaru squinted, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Meanwhile, at the Fifth Division Barracks, Aizen, wearing his Captain's Haori, saw off his vice-captain Momo Hinamori.

It aligns with the development of the story.

After gaining the ability to Law of Causality, Aizen truly began to perceive the development of events.

Ichigo Kurosaki defeats Kenpachi Zaraki.

Uryū Ishida defeated Mayuri Kurotsuchi.

This is how the story unfolds.

But what if I made Kaname Tōsen and Gin Ichimaru the main characters?

How will this cause and effect change?

And then there's the causal power of Dōsan Hanyū —that invisible influence, where exactly will it lead the Seireitei?

"This is getting more and more interesting."

The Aizen brushstrokes flowed freely, the posture casual.

He wanted to lose again, for whatever reason; to him, losing was already a kind of perfection.