Too Exaggerated

Two hours later.

Inside the bedroom of Urahara's shop, the air was thick with the pungent mixed scent of disinfectant and medicinal herbs.

"That was roughly what happened."

Shunsui Kyoraku leaned against the tatami, wrapped in thick bandages from head to toe, with barely half his face exposed.

He held a cup of tea that had long gone cold, staring blankly at the tea stems floating within. His voice carried a heartbreaking numbness.

"After that, Jushiro and I were taken to Hueco Mundo by the Anti-Membrane. The moment we landed, before we could see anything clearly, before we even had the chance to draw our swords, a Spiritual Pressure so powerful it made our souls tremble instantly crushed us into unconsciousness."

"When we woke up again, we were already lying here in your shop."

He described the experience flatly, as though recounting someone else's nightmare.

Personally killing his mentor, accidentally killing the niece he had loved like a daughter, being branded a traitor by all of Soul Society...

Any one of those experiences would have driven someone mad, yet from his mouth, they sounded as still as stagnant water.

Because his heart was already dead.

"Th-That's way too absurd, isn't it?"

Uryu Ishida, who had been standing in the corner with his arms folded, had gone completely rigid. His normally composed face was now filled with disbelief.

Controlling the five senses? Absolute control over Spirit Particles? Summoning historical Projections?

What the hell kind of god was that?!

No matter how prejudiced he was against Shinigami, he knew exactly what level of combat power the Captains of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads possessed.

But what had happened?

Even Captain-General Yamamoto, the Strongest among them, had been toyed to death like a puppet on strings by that monster named Ross.

And the