"Who dares trespass into the Spirit King Palace?!"
The bearded monk at the front, holding a brush, looked at Hawking, whose entire body radiated terrifying golden energy, his eyes grave.
As one of the few special lifeforms born in the chaotic world a million years ago, a figure from the same era as the Spirit King and the Five Great Noble Ancestors, the leader of the Royal Special Affairs Zero Squad, and the one who had originally named everything in Soul Society—
Eye Monk felt an unprecedented, terrifying pressure from Hawking. It far surpassed the pressure exerted by the Spirit King at his peak.
One had to know that even Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, the strongest in Soul Society, was nothing in his eyes. With a sweep of his brush, he could strip away the abilities of Yamamoto's Zanpakuto.
Yet, facing Hawking now, he found himself overwhelmed by a profound sense of powerlessness.
"My name is Hawking. I mean no harm. I only wish to meet your Spirit King."
Hawking stepped forward.
"Seal!"
Eye Monk raised the brush in his hand and wrote the character "seal" before him. A barrier immediately formed in front of Hawking.
"You mean no harm? Your expression does not look like that of someone with no hostile intentions."
"Oh, in this state, my expression tends to look a little angry, but I hold no ill intent."
Hawking waved a hand and cleaved apart the seal, explaining casually.
He had not been a Super Saiyan for long, and he still could not fully control his facial expression after transforming. That was why he looked somewhat frightening in this form.
"Whether you mean harm or not, you will not be allowed to approach the Spirit King."
Seeing Hawking effortlessly break his seal, Eye Monk signaled to the other