The Sudden Rift
Outside a café in London, Tsuna looked idly at the damp, misty sky. The weather here seemed to always be like this, with few sunny days.
Tsuna has been here for almost a month. He came here today at Bruno's request. Since arriving in London, Tsuna has not contacted Soul Society. This is the first time Bruno has taken the initiative to meet with him.
"Hey, long time no see."
Bruno casually pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Tsuna. He casually placed his phone on a sticker on the table, and with a surge of magic, the table and chairs quickly sank, and Tsuna and Bruno appeared in a small, enclosed space.
This is a development following the last Battle of London. Most Londoners are already aware of the existence of Inner Reverse London, West Bureau has decided to develop more magic-related public facilities in London.
This temporary meeting room works like this: by paying a certain amount of points and magic, you can obtain a meeting room where you won't be disturbed.
"Why did you suddenly call me out?" Tsuna asked, yawning. Even the coffee couldn't mask his exhaustion. Usually, he should be sleeping in at home at this time.
"Of course it's something important, related to magic."
In the West, magic is roughly equivalent to spiritual pressure in the East. Bruno meant supernatural events that non-humans could handle.
"Where did another dragon come from?" Tsuna asked.
Even so, there should be no need to contact him. After establishing friendly relations with the East Bureau, the West Bureau will regularly send Bleach from Seireitei to exchange and learn from him.
After recently defeating Yhwach, the leaders of these Bleach have been replaced by retired captains from the Patrol Squad. As far as Tsuna knows, Toshiro is currently studying in the Reverse London region.
Young, without a family, carefree and without any ties, and with a strong sense of responsibility, this job is perfectly suited to Toshiro.
"Not a dragon."
Bruno's words completely baffled Tsuna: the biggest conflict in the West is the struggle between Magicians and dragons/hollows. After dragons fall into Dark Dragon, they will attack human society, and Magicians need to eliminate them as soon as possible.
"I can't really get involved in the struggles between you Magicians," Tsuna continued to guess. He wasn't even interested in getting involved in the noble struggles within the Seireitei, let alone what was happening in London.
No, look at this.
Bruno took out his phone, which contained a very blurry video. In the video, several Magicians in uniforms were fighting a three-headed dog the size of a truck. The biggest problem was that the three-headed dog's tail was a huge ring.
Tsuna immediately realized something, but before he could speak, the video ended with the death of the Magicians.
"We sent people to investigate afterward, and apart from our people, there were no other traces of magic at the site of the battle, meaning that this three-headed dog was not a dragon."
"The problem is that there are indeed records of similar monsters in our library. Four hundred years ago, the three-headed Dark Dragon once ravaged London, and it took the West Bureau a great deal of effort to kill it."
"Later, I also contacted the captain of the East Bureau with this video..." As he finished speaking, another person suddenly appeared in the meeting room. He was not very tall, had white hair, and wore sportswear. It was Toshiro Hitsugaya.
"According to Urahara, that's the state a Hollow takes after falling into Hell, and the ring on its tail is the best proof." Toshiro pulled out a chair and sat down. "That's why I sent him to find you. Didn't you see a Hollow like that in Hell before?"
Bruno's eyes widened, and he could barely speak, "Tsuna... Tsuna... has been to Hell!"
"Hmm." Tsuna suddenly revealed a wicked smile, "I've returned from Hell ~"
Bruno swung his chair away from Tsuna's, creating distance between them, and his hands were already touching Tsuna's graffiti jar. Toshiro gave him an annoyed look.
"If he wanted to attack you, you would have been finished by the time we first met in London."
"Did Tsuna go to Hell so early?" Bruno lowered his guard slightly.
"I did it to save a friend." Tsuna didn't elaborate, but instead examined the Hellhound in the video. "It looks like it, but we'll have to go to the scene to see for ourselves."
"It's not just this one thing." Bruno's hand slid, and a patch of deep red mist appeared on his phone screen.
"Recently, a legend has been circulating in London that anyone who encounters this Crimson Mist will go insane, destroy everything connected to them, and then die stiffly, clutching their chest."
"Based on our investigation, this is very likely related to the Cerberus incident; these are all phenomena we cannot understand."
Tsuna glanced at them and said, "The Soul Knot of all these people have been pierced by the Chains Hell. Their souls can no longer return. If nothing unexpected happens, their souls are already imprisoned in Hell Sinners Hell."
"Is there any possibility of saving them?" Bruno asked, forcing himself to ask about the almost nonexistent chance of success.
Tsuna shook his head slightly. Yuzu was able to survive that time entirely because of her own Saint Letters ability.
"If it had just been pierced, there might still be a chance for the Yuzu, but..."
But those guys who have been dead for who knows how long and whose skin is completely white are not included in this category at all.
Bruno nodded and entered the information Tsuna had given him into his phone, officially changing the column for those people whose fate was unknown to "dead".
"After watching their video, I suspected it might be related to Hell, which is why I sent Bruno to find you," Toshiro explained.
"Whether it's really related or not, we'll have to go to the scene to find out." Tsuna didn't draw a conclusion immediately.
"Let's go through Reverse London," Bruno said. "Let my companions lead the way."
In Reverse London, riding on Bruno's blue dragon Rickenbacker, Tsuna two companions, and the dragon arrived at a desolate outskirts of Reverse London. To facilitate their investigation, the West Bureau had even specially built a telephone booth here to transmit to Outer London.
Emerging from the phone booth, the desolate, rocky outskirts were teeming with people, all Magicians from the West Bureau. Among them, the strongest was Sullivan, who could wield Dragonclad Magic.
"Bruno called you here?" Sullivan asked Tsuna.
"Take us to see it in person. I've been to Hell before."
Sullivan suppressed his surprise and led Tsuna and the others through layers of protection to a rock wall. There, a crack 3 or 4 meters long and only the width of a palm was visible, making it seem impossible for a person to pass through.
"This crack was already like this when we sealed it off. It doesn't look like it could have escaped the giant Hellhound. We suspect that the Cerberus only grew to its enormous size after it came to London."
Sullivan described the scene, Tsuna only needed to glance into the crack to confirm that on the other side of the crack was Hell!
"You killed that three-headed dog?"
"Yes, I killed him. He was pinned to that stone wall by my knife." Sullivan pointed to a stone wall not far away, where there was a black mark.
"I originally intended to preserve the body, but as the three-headed dog's life force faded, its body also turned into a wisp of black smoke and vanished."
Listening to Sullivan recount the events, Tsuna continued, "How strong is Cerberus?"
Sullivan pondered for a moment, glanced at Bruno, and said, "Better than him."
Bruno was so angry he couldn't speak. Sullivan was the captain of the Tactical Squad, the sharpest of the sharpest blades in the West Bureau, so it was only natural that he was stronger than Bruno.
"So, you mean you've reached the level of a mid-level captain?" Toshiro also offered his assessment.
This is rather frightening. Monsters that can just wander out of Hell are beyond the capabilities of even ordinary captains. If such rifts were to appear on a large scale, it would be a real problem. Now he understands why the West Bureau wanted to disturb Tsuna's vacation.
After glancing at the traces left by Hellhound, Tsuna took a step forward towards Sullivan, looking her up and down.
Even so, you're still injured, aren't you?
"How did you know? It's just a minor injury." Sullivan rolled up her sleeve, revealing a ten-centimeter-long claw mark on her arm. "I was planning to have the Holy Affairs Team take care of it after today."
"The Holy Affairs Team can't save you."
Tsuna's hand brushed over Sullivan's wound, and wisps of black energy emerged from it. After collecting all the black energy in his hand, Tsuna flicked out a drop of yellow flame. With the blessing of the Sun Attribute flame, Sullivan's wound quickly healed.
Tsuna turned to look at the crack. "The other side of this crack is Hell, and that Cerberus is the real Hellhound."
"The creatures of Hell don't fight using spiritual pressure or magic; the power that drives them is Resentment." Tsuna raised his palm, wisps of black energy swirling within it. "This Resentment will accumulate in your wounds, preventing them from healing."
"Tsuna, how do you know so much about this?" Sullivan asked, somewhat stammering.
"That's because we're already researching this energy called Resentment." Tsuna extinguished the Resentment in his hand, his expression extremely serious. "Toshiro, we need to contact Urahara about this. Tell him that Hell may have already begun invading the Three Worlds!"
Tsuna originally thought that events related to Hell might not occur for more than ten years, but he didn't expect that Hell would be so eager to come into contact with the Three Worlds just one month after Yhwach's battle ended.
It felt as if the Quincy army was the vanguard of Hell, deliberately lured out to test the strength of the Three Worlds.
"Tsuna ..." Sullivan called out.
"The intelligence from Hell will be shared with you. There's no point in you starting your own research from scratch. The progress of the West Bureau is being synchronized directly. Danger may be on the horizon."