"You people truly have no sense of vigilance!"
Just as these Quincy were on the verge of despair...
A cold, stern voice slowly rang out from behind the Quincy.
Before they could react, in a flash, a short blade had already pierced through their throats...
"Since the Quincy left the Human World and appeared in Soul Society, where they had no business being, what awaits them is not merely despair, but endless torment."
That was what Iwahara Kinra, captain of the 3rd Division, thought, and so that was what he did. Holding a sharp blade, Iwahara Kinra silently appeared behind the Quincy and slit several of their throats with a casual wave of his hand.
After cutting their throats, Iwahara Kinra did not retreat. Instead, he chose to watch them die from close range. As he watched the Quincy whose carotid arteries he had punctured with his "deadly" short blade struggle in despair and pain amid spurting blood, feeling their lives drain away until they died, he calmly adjusted the glasses on his nose bridge, his mood instantly improving.
"How delightful~"
Iwahara Kinra's methods were incomparably cruel.
"Bastard, what are you doing?!"
Naturally, Iwahara Kinra's cruel actions drew the attention of the surrounding Quincy. Several of them immediately roared, drawing the blades at their waists as they surrounded him.
"Where do you think you're looking?!"
Yet before the Quincy who had noticed Iwahara Kinra's brutality could step forward, a hoarse voice suddenly echoed in their ears amid booming sounds. A massive shadow carrying endless pressure abruptly blanketed every Quincy preparing to surround Iwahara Kinra.
"Gulp~"
Feeling the man behind them, who radiated the immense pressure of a brown bear, the Quincy's expressions changed.
"Crush them! Crush them all!"
Before the Quincy could make a move, the person standing behind them had already spread his arms, then slammed his thick, powerful limbs fiercely toward their heads.
Slap~
With a dull thud, three Quincy within the man's range of attack died instantly!
The method was far too cruel. Their skulls had been forcefully crushed by the man's powerful palms.
"It's Sanjōji Yuhō!"
Iwahara Kinra nodded at the newcomer.
"I was planning to go to the South Gate, Suzaku Gate, but Araki Kenpachi got there first!"
This man, built like a brown bear, who loved crushing people's heads with his hands and had a red U-shaped marking painted on his face, was none other than Sanjōji Yuhō, captain of the 12th Division of the Gotei 13.
"What a coincidence. I had my eye on the West Gate, Hakudō Gate, but Old Man Yama went there!"
Hearing that, Iwahara Kinra pushed up the glasses on his nose bridge.
Iwahara Kinra then asked, "What about the others?"
Sanjōji Yuhō answered, "They went to Kōryūmon. Only us are here."
"Is that so? Then it's time to clean up our battlefield!"
As he spoke, Iwahara Kinra played with the short blade in his hand and vanished from where he stood.
"Haha, fine by me!"
Sanjōji Yuhō burst into wild laughter, waving his enormous hands as he continuously "arranged" and "kneaded apart" the Quincy's heads!
In an instant, the entire battlefield became a stage for the captains' performance...
Saito Furofushi, Shihoin Sennichi, Katori Bakuunsai, Iwahara Kinra, and Sanjōji Yuhō—five captains in total—began their respective "dances" before Seiryūmon, amid a river of blood!
The strength of these five captains of the First Generation Gotei 13 was enough to chill hearts and drive people to despair...
It was not that their Spiritual Pressure was necessarily stronger than that of future captains. Rather, they showed no hesitation in their attacks, wasted no words, and every strike was fatal!
This was not a battle, but a one-sided massacre!
Whether they begged, wept, or surrendered, they were all crushed!
The First Generation Gotei 13 accepted no enemy surrender—only enemy deaths! Moments later, under the lead of the five captains, the eastern gate of the Seireitei, Seiryūmon, fell completely silent.
Once everyone stopped, the vast area before Seiryūmon had long since become a sight too horrific to behold. Ruins and flesh had blended into one blood-soaked mass, making it impossible to tell shattered stones from shredded meat.
"Advance toward the center..."
Ignoring the corpses of their enemies beneath their feet, the captains of the Gotei 13 carried blood-soaked blades on their shoulders and headed toward the place where Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni had summoned everyone.
At the same time, just as they finished the battle, a message echoed in everyone's minds.
"Obana Danjirō, captain of the 5th Division, sent word. Their battle is over as well! The invaders at all Four Gates have been thoroughly dealt with. It is time to gather in Captain-Commander Yamamoto's direction."
Iwahara Kinra lightly adjusted his nearsighted glasses and spoke to the others.
"Everyone! This time, we can't afford to be slow again~"
Hearing that, Saito Furofushi crushed the corpse of a dead Quincy beneath her foot. Holding her Zanpakuto, she pointed it toward the distance. Her target was not these small fry and lackeys—her target was the heads of the Quincy leaders! Saito Furofushi was still looking forward to making a name for herself through this war~
She could not let Captain-Commander Yamamoto and Araki steal all the glory!!
As for failure? Saito Furofushi—and indeed every captain of the Gotei 13—had never once considered it. There would be no enemy before them!
Kōryūmon, one of the Seireitei's Four Gates.
"Alright, the message has been delivered."
Obana Danjirō, captain of the 5th Division, wiped the ink from his left hand. He had not expected Tenteikūra to be so troublesome to use.
Behind Obana Danjirō stood Shigyō Nobutsuna, captain of the 7th Division; Kumenai Entetsu, captain of the 9th Division; Sakagashira Saizou, captain of the 13th Division; and Shijima Tomokiri, captain of the 4th Division.
The Mountain of Corpses piled before Kōryūmon was no smaller than the one before Seiryūmon...
"My Majesty will not spare you! I curse you! I curse you all to die horribly! You bunch of murderers! Damned villains! Despicable devils! Die! Die! Die..."
Atop that Mountain of Corpses, one Quincy still lived. Clinging to life, he roared and cursed at the captains of the Gotei 13 below.
If he could, this Quincy truly wanted to raise his bow and arrows and perish together with the captains below him, but he could not!
His limbs had been violently twisted into knots, a hole had been opened in his chest, and a tube had been inserted into it. All he could do was lie there quietly, watching blood continuously flow from his chest as he waited for his life to fade away...
So he cursed at the top of his lungs. He wanted to curse these murderers!
"Sigh..."
"So annoying..."
Shijima Tomokiri, captain of the 4th Division, finally grew tired of the voice in his ears. With a Shunpo, he arrived atop the Mountain of Corpses and swung his blade at the last "surviving" Quincy.
"I curse you, die, die..."
As blood splashed through the air, the Quincy's voice abruptly stopped.
"Captain Shijima, you ruined my experiment~"
Seeing this, Sakagashira Saizou smiled as he spoke to Shijima Tomokiri.
"So what are you planning to do about it?"
Hearing that, Shijima Tomokiri turned his weary eyes, ringed with dark circles, toward Sakagashira Saizou, that sinister old man.
"Hehe..."
Sakagashira Saizou merely smiled more brightly, though his pitch-black eyes gleamed with a sinister light.
For a moment, the atmosphere between Sakagashira Saizou and Shijima Tomokiri became rather strange.
"Enough. Old Man Yama is summoning us. If you two hadn't been fooling around, we would have arrived long ago!"
In the end, Obana Danjirō broke the strange atmosphere. To prevent any accidents, he invoked Yamamoto Genryusai's name.
"..."
The moment Genryūsai's name was mentioned, all the captains fell silent.
"Whew..."
Seeing this, Obana Danjirō finally let out a breath of relief.
Thus, the captains of the Gotei 13 advanced toward Yamamoto Genryusai in "warm harmony"...
Leaving behind only a Mountain of Corpses and a Sea of Blood!
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