The Next Soul King

Pain

This is a feeling that only lower organisms possess.

I should have ceased to exist long ago.

Dōsan Hanyū's limbs twitched uncontrollably, and he staggered, temporarily breaking free from control. Then he raised his black sword.

He's not some great philanthropist.

This strange person in front of me was probably just trying to use me as a guinea pig!

Move...

Get moving!

How long has it been since Nie felt this way, how long has it been since he had such a strong will to survive?

On one hand, it's the instinct for survival.

On the other hand, there's Dōsan Hanyū.

Dōsan Hanyū was the perfect test subject. Even if I were to die, I would carry Dōsan Hanyū into the laboratory before I died.

Everything is for that mysterious and beautiful unknown.

As if trying to bulge his eyes out, Nemesis's Spiritual Pressure surged outwards like waves, and his hands trembled violently as he retrieved his Zanpakuto.

"Bankai: The Konjiki Ashisogi Jizō!"

A purple mist rose, concealing deadly intent within.

"Highly poisonous."

Dōsan didn't even consider touching this level of toxin; he jumped up and moved away.

The blade continued to expand, and Nirvana's Bankai was revealed.

The golden baby's head combined with the caterpillar's body is a rather jarring combination that makes one shudder at the mere sight of it.

Such a sight is more terrifying than any illusion.

"You were so close!" Whether from his injuries or the terror of narrowly escaping death, Nie gasped for breath. "You'd better be careful."

"Don't ruin my body."

Dōsan held the knife, looking at Nie. M with a serious expression.

They did not run away.

This time, it was Nemuro who hesitated. He had no intention of studying Bankai. He couldn't control the power of Konjiki Ashisogi Jizo, and he was really worried that he would destroy this perfect experimental subject.

"If you beg for mercy now, I might agree to spare your brain!"

This was a scientist's final concession.

But Dōsan remained unmoved, at least No Cause he didn't cry out as he used to when he faced a crisis.

It was calm.

"Let's do it, Mayuri Kurotsuchi. Inorei Hikaru can't withstand Mayuri's Bankai."

Dōsan Hanyū's performance certainly demonstrated sufficient experience. Regardless of how much exaggeration there might be in the actual combat strength of Captain Nemu, he is still a captain of the Gotei 13.

The Shikai is used against the Shikai, and the battle is won.

It even forced him to Bankai.

But mainly, in Ichimonji's eyes, there is only Inorei Hikaru right now.

No, it's the future Spirit King Palace.

Gin Ichimaru, unusually, did not immediately obey Tsunayashiro's order, but instead smiled and said, "Lord Tsunayashiro, perhaps we should wait a little longer. Maybe Dōsan Hanyū has some other tricks up his sleeve."

He'd only been training for less than a month—no, even if he'd trained for seven years, could he possibly still Bankai?

Only Bankai can defeat Bankai.

Moreover, it's about rejecting yourself.

Tsunayashiro's gaze towards Gin gradually sharpened; had she been too friendly to this kid?

Gin opened his eyes, met Tsunayashiro's gaze for three seconds, then, as if unable to contain himself, broke into a smile, his tone languid, "Don't look at me like that, okay, Captain Tsunayashiro."

Turning around, Yin drew his knife.

Their attitude was very firm.

If I had insisted on refusing just now...

He might die.

He died by Ichimonji Tsunayashiro's sword, or rather, he died from the power of Dōsan Hanyū.

Yin dared not test the waters any further.

"Shoot him, Shinsō!"

Listen to his chant, "The Shukuzanpū!"

With Ichimonji Tsunayashiro, an energy ball composed of wind sliced through the Konjiki Ashisogi Jizō, followed by a strike from his Shinsō that pierced through Kurenai's body.

"Puff!"

Mayuri Kurotsuchi was pinned to the tree by Gin, and involuntarily coughed up blood.

"Damn it, Ichimonji Tsunayashiro, damn it, Gin Ichimaru!"

Without further hesitation, Nemesis pierced his own throat with his Zanpakuto, and to Dōsan's astonishment, Nemesis turned into a puddle of green mud.

"Should we run away?"

"In this state, I can't attack, but you, Dōsan Hanyū, can't attack me either. Remember, I will be back!"

"Snap!"

With a crisp sound, several photos were instantly developed.

In the first picture, Captain Kurotsuchi's left arm has been severed. At this moment, Neru should be laughing triumphantly, but this picture doesn't show Neru's face. Instead, it Dōsan's perseverance and struggle, presenting a positive image.

In the second scene, Captain Kurotsuchi, paralyzed in all four limbs, kneels on the ground, Dōsan Hanyū raises his sword, as if to strike.

The third image depicts the present moment: Captain Kurotsuchi was defeated and transformed into a slime-like liquid as he fled for his life.

'Great, three photos, that's enough for a third installment.' Honrō Useki, but he revealed himself by writing this first.

Dōsan, however, did not continue to pursue Nie on the battlefield.

Dōsan noticed something else, though.

That attack just now seemed similar to the one that tried to kill Soi Fon.

It was made by one person.

Dōsan gazed into the distance, a middle-aged man and a young boy approached Dōsan Hanyū.

Dōsan's gaze fell on Tsunayashiro, then moved to Gin Ichimaru.

It can't be wrong.

It's you, isn't it?

Ichimonji Tsunayashiro never imagined the two had such a connection. Seeing Dōsan Hanyū looking in his direction, he unusually spoke, "I, Ichimonji Tsunayashiro, am the current captain of the Shin'ō Artificial Soul Noble Guard. I now hope you will take up my Third Seat."

He seemed to be inviting me to join his squad.

However, it seemed that Dōsan could only read an undeniable dominance in his tone and expression.

"Sorry, I've already decided to join a squad."

Tsunayashiro didn't say much; after being rejected, his face immediately turned cold.

Anyway, he's not the target this time.

Then, looking at Inorei Hikaru, "I now invite you to join the Shin'ō Artificial Soul Noble Guard."

Hikaru was pale. Normally, if someone wanted his spot, he would be eager to join them.

But he simply wasn't in the mood for it today. He was fully conscious, but at that moment, he suddenly realized that he had mastered the power of the void.

"Feel sorry..."

"Inorei Hikaru, you have no right to refuse."

Tsunayashiro's voice turned cold; only at this moment did he transform into the familiar Ichimonji Tsunayashiro.