Rotten to the Core

"Ahhh!!!"

With a heart-wrenching roar, Yoruichi Shihoin threw a punch like a madwoman, smashing it heavily into the blade of Senbonzakura that Byakuya Kuchiki held before him.

Boom!!!

A terrifying shockwave exploded instantly, shattering and caving in the ground beneath their feet.

The violent Captain-level Spiritual Pressure became a tangible storm, surging recklessly in every direction.

The coffins that had originally been arranged neatly to grant the dead their final dignity seemed unbearably fragile beneath this indiscriminate destructive force, instantly overturned and shattered.

Bodies dressed in bloodstained formal robes rolled from their coffins like rag dolls, mixing with mud and splintered wood, stripped of even the slightest dignity.

Such an astonishing eruption of Spiritual Pressure naturally drew the attention of many powerful figures deep within the Seireitei.

But when they sensed that the Spiritual Pressure had erupted within the Shihoin Clan, everyone tacitly withdrew their probing senses.

Today, that place was destined to become a battlefield of slaughter.

With Byakuya Kuchiki and Kūkaku Shiba, the heads of two of the Five Great Noble Clans, both present, there was naturally no need for anyone else to interfere with this predetermined outcome.

"Yoruichi Shihoin!"

As the dust settled, Byakuya Kuchiki stood completely unmoved. Not even an extra crease had formed in his clothes.

He stepped half a pace back, his cold gaze sweeping across the devastated battlefield, the disdain in his eyes nearly overflowing.

"Look at this mess. Who exactly are you putting this anger on display for? Are you trying to hide your incompetence, or simply indulge your own selfish urge to vent?"

Senbonzakura lowered in his hand, its tip pointing at the corpses Yoruichi had personally overturned.

"If you want to fight, I can accompany you to the end. But if two Captains go all out here, what do you