Yuko had failed to stop their Spatial Transfer, but at the last moment, she had forced a sliver of spiritual pressure through the King's Seal's spatial barrier and cut his face.
"Kusaka, what are you trying to do?" Toshiro clenched his fist. He suddenly couldn't understand Kusaka's goal.
"Still don't get it, Toshiro?" Kusaka held up the King's Seal. "It bends space and time to its user's will."
"It can move anything into another dimension."
"In other words, with the King's Seal, moving us here was nothing. I could send an enemy's attack into another dimension, or even..." Despite his injury, Kusaka looked utterly confident. "Heal a fatal wound."
As he spoke, the King's Seal glowed in his hand. The cut on his face vanished before their eyes. Even the blood was transferred away, leaving him as good as new.
Toshiro's pupils contracted. "Then, Kusaka, you..."
"That's right. My soul was on the verge of disappearing when, by chance, the King's Seal's light shone on it and transferred it to Hueco Mundo. That's how I was reborn."
Kusaka lowered his gaze to the palm-sized golden seal in his hand. "Ever since then, I've searched for the King's Seal's power."
"To take revenge on Soul Society!" Kusaka suddenly opened his palm and offered the King's Seal to Toshiro, his eyes bright with anticipation. "Come on, Toshiro. Split it open. That should be easy with your Bankai."
Toshiro couldn't understand him. "What? Split open... the King's Seal?"
"Yes. Only then can everything be purified." Kusaka raised the gleaming golden seal high and burst out laughing.
Beads of sweat rolled down Toshiro's face.
"I'm curious. How do you plan to purify Soul Society? Transfer the whole place to another dimension? Can you even do that?"
A voice rang out. Their vision blurred, and