The Grand Theater's Opening

"Rustle—rustle—!!"

Accompanied by that eerie sound, as though countless pages were frantically flipping through the air, the entire Central 46 Chambers underwent another drastic transformation.

If the previous Shikai had merely draped the corpses in a layer of disguise, then this Bankai directly banished reality itself, forcibly constructing an absurd theater in the void where only "gag" existed.

Countless colorful ribbons, masks, and slips of paper covered in criminal charges descended from above, sweeping through every corner like a blizzard.

The formerly deathly silent and sinister underground space was instantly illuminated by countless spotlights that appeared from nowhere, turning into a vast, bizarre stage filled with mockery.

The rotten corpses that Captain-General Yamamoto had just "burned" back to their original forms with absolute Spiritual Pressure now "came alive" once more under these absurd rules.

They were no longer decaying flesh, but eerie clowns with ghastly white paint on their faces and exaggerated smiles drawn across their mouths. Sitting upright upon the newly risen judgment seats, they let out shrill, piercing laughter.

At this moment, a final trial prepared especially for the Strongest Shinigami had officially begun!

Kyoraku Kui sat high upon the seat of the supreme judge, which seemed to stretch all the way into the heavens. Behind him hung a huge, twisted blood-red setting sun.

He looked down upon Captain-General Yamamoto, who stood at the center of the stage and seemed as tiny as an ant, before bringing down the gavel in his hand.

"Bang!"

The sound was deafening, striking straight at the soul.

"Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni!"

Amplified by the Bankai, the old man's voice echoed throughout the entire theater like a divine decree.

"You are guilty!!"

This declaration seemed to flip the switch on some kind of carnival.

The sages of Central 46, their faces covered by clown