Hollow Heaven False Bone · Kuro Matsu Kokoro

"Rather than worrying about how to gather information, you should take a better look at the battlefield over there. Your beloved teacher is about to go all out."

Kurosaki Masaki glanced at Shunsui Kyoraku's self-satisfied expression and could not help but sneer.

She simply did not care, but that did not mean she could not see through it.

If she had truly wanted to conceal it or kill him, she would not have said so much from the very beginning.

Had he still not understood?

The reason she had said so much, and said it all in front of Ross, was only one thing.

From beginning to end, Shunsui Kyoraku had merely been an amuse-bouche in this entertainment.

"The old man is going all out..."

Shunsui Kyoraku's expression abruptly turned grave, and the sharpness in his eyes instantly faded away.

How could he not know what role he was playing right now?

Whether he was a clown or an amuse-bouche.

Since even a random Espada could crush him so easily, he was obviously not the trump card capable of turning the tide.

But as long as he could wait for even the slightest opportunity, even if he had to sacrifice his dignity at this moment, or even his life, he would do so willingly.

He suddenly raised his head, his gaze crossing the ruins and locking firmly onto the center of the battlefield.

There, the terrifying Spiritual Pressure belonging to the strongest Shinigami of the past thousand years finally erupted in full, tearing through the heavens like an awakened ancient dragon.

"Bankai—Zanka no Tachi!"

The aged yet majestic voice seemed to rise from the depths of hell, every syllable carrying a suffocating heatwave.

Bzz... No, there was no sound.

At that instant, it was as though someone had pressed the