Chapter 246
Sanpaku Tōsetsu pressed his hand against Rukia's face.
Rukia's expression was contorted, and she was in increasing pain, like a drowning person struggling with her limbs but unable to make a sound.
The Tōsetsu holding Rukia's face, however, had a contorted and changing expression. Accompanied by his cackling laughter, his previously indistinct face gradually became more refined, even somewhat resembling... Rukia?
Yamamoto, standing outside the Jail, watched this scene indifferently.
Sanpaku Tōsetsu was once the head of the lower-ranking noble Sanpaku Clan. He used his abilities to change the face of the former head of the Tsunayashiro Clan, one of the Four Great Noble Clans, and took the position of head of the Tsunayashiro Clan himself. He was convicted and imprisoned in the Muken for more than 800 years.
This was originally a prisoner serving a life sentence.
If the Tsunayashiro Clan finds out that Sanpaku Tōsetsu Yamamoto, a serious offender who had blasphemed the Four Great Noble Clans, and if the Tsunayashiro Clan or the Central 46 receive the news...
Even Yamamoto, he couldn't escape a whole host of troubles.
But there was nothing he could do; this Dōsan Hanyū's Ryoka had put pressure on him.
Or rather, the existence behind this Ryoka put pressure on Yamamoto.
At first, Yamamoto thought it was just a scheme by the noble group led by the Central 46 to seek power, something that had happened openly or secretly for thousands of years.
Later, Yamamoto believed that it was possible that a hundred years ago, rebels Kisuke Urahara were behind the plot to seek revenge.
However, the appearance of Dōsan Hanyū made Yamamoto's inner views waver.
Perhaps I have truly underestimated this Ryoka.
Perhaps the enemies facing Soul Society today are no less formidable than those of the Quincy from a thousand years ago.
This time, Yamamoto released Sanpaku Tōsetsu in the hope that he could replace Rukia's face and cooperate with him on the day of his execution.
Kisuke Urahara never imagined that Captain-Commander Yamamoto, who was like a god, would make such a choice.
Even Aizen couldn't have imagined that, having obtained Aizen "Law of Causality," he could perceive the changing trajectory of this world, but it would be difficult for him to see through the cause and effect of each individual.
Rukia's struggling hands fell limply to her sides. Although she couldn't speak, the despair in her eyes said it all.
I gave up, I was exhausted, I was destroyed.
Rukia's face seemed to melt, but before she completely lost consciousness, a sword pressure slashed down on her.
The sword strike was swift and ruthless. Having just escaped the Muken and not yet fully regaining control of his body, Sanpaku's right hand, which was gripping Rukia's, was severed by the sword.
"Ah! Who the hell is it!"
Yamamoto also turned his head to look at Dōsan Hanyū had World of the Living look on his face.
"Ryoka, state your name!"
Yamamoto raised his cane and tapped it lightly on the ground, sending a surge of Spiritual Pressure crashing into Dōsan.
Dōsan's chest heaved violently; his Spiritual Pressure was still far too weak compared to Captain-Commander Yamamoto.
"Dōsan Hanyū."
As expected, Yamamoto wasn't surprised. Before his very eyes, only Dōsan Hanyū could have injured Sanpaku.
"Asshole!"
Despite losing an arm, Sanpaku Tōsetsu showed no fear in the face of Dōsan Hanyū, reaching out to grab Dōsan Hanyū.
In Dōsan's vision, the causal thread belonging to Sanpaku Tōsetsu trembled slightly.
Dōsan made no comment; in fact, his gaze remained fixed on Yamamoto as he gently flicked his index finger against the invisible thread of cause and effect.
Suddenly, Tōsetsu clutched his chest in mid-air, collapsing to the ground, unable to get up. "You bastard, what did you do to me?"
Tōsetsu exuded an ominous aura, and his Spiritual Pressure gradually weakened.
Yamamoto's narrowed eyes grew even colder, but beneath that coldness lay a hint of uncertainty.
The Muken Hell is certainly not a good place.
Muken can be considered the only long-standing link between Soul Society and Hell.
However, these links are not interconnected, and even so, prisoners in the Muken will continue to be corrupted by Hell.
These people are usually sentenced to prison terms of several thousand years or more, unlike the Central 46 which is known for its leniency.
On one hand, those who entered the Muken were noble lords, people whose hatred wouldn't be satisfied even if they were killed. On the other hand, there was a group of people who, for various reasons, could not be killed directly.
They were sent to the Muken hell to suffer, where their spirits were corrupted by the aura of Hell.
Yamamoto's gaze inadvertently fell upon Tōsetsu, whose body emanated black energy and who was struggling and writhing incessantly.
"Help me, help me, Yamamoto!" Tōsetsu stretched out his almost rotting hand towards Captain-Commander Yamamoto.
Captain-Commander Yamamoto paid no attention to him, but simply stared at Dōsan Hanyū for a long time before gently loosening his Zanpakuto.
For him, this was already a gesture of goodwill.
"Your aura is not human; are you the Soul Reaper?"
Dōsan didn't know either; what did Yamamoto's aura refer to?
Spiritual Pressure, killing intent?
Dōsan nodded, "I suppose so."
What is your purpose?
"Purpose?" Dōsan smiled. "No purpose, just want to get some things back on track."
"Back on track? Arrogant fool."
With a slam of his hand, a wave of intense heat swept over her. Rukia, who had just escaped from Tōsetsu's clutches, had no time to feel relieved before she was nearly melted by the heat.
With a wave of his hand, Dōsan created an invisible membrane of Spiritual Pressure in front of Rukia.
"I'm sorry, Captain-Commander Yamamoto, but I am not your enemy, and I will not take Rukia away."
Rukia reeling from numerous misfortunes, clutched her neck, still in shock, when the man suddenly exclaimed, "Weren't you here to save me?"
Yamamoto didn't react, but at least he didn't choose to take action. For Yamamoto, not taking action was already the biggest concession.