Careful, I Have Your Mom in My Hands.
Moreover, although this is not my world, many ordinary people live here as well, and it is the duty of 'impermanence' to protect their souls.
"If you want to fight, I'll definitely be there for you."
"As expected, words cannot sway you... Questions and answers are useless. In that case, you should return to your own world!"
A flash of silver light, and a sharp longsword flew out from beside the Military Princess, instantly piercing the atmosphere with a fierce wind pressure, threatening to pierce through Iori's body.
"Ha, I refuse!"
A cold glint flashed in Iori's eyes as he drew his Zanpakuto from his waist.
"Shatter, you Kyoka Suigetsu!"
Buzz!
Clang, clang, clang!
Several streaks of silver light flew backward from the turbulent water and embedded themselves in the solid ground.
After the torrent of water subsided, leaving only Iori, whose figure remained upright, standing there.
"Is this the strongest water-type Zanpakutō, [Kyoka Suigetsu]?"
Upon seeing Iori's actions, the Military Princess couldn't help but let out a confident, even arrogant, smile.
Just as she had predicted, Iori indeed unleashed his Zanpakutō!
"How pathetic... such an arrogant person, completely unaware that his fate is already in his own hands!"
I can beat you with just a flick of my finger!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The silver blades fell like a torrential rain, slicing through the air in streaks.
Without hesitation, Iori immediately gathered all her magical power—sealing it away and leaving only a very small portion behind.
At that moment, the image of Lord Frieza flashed through his mind.
That's right, there's not a single audience member right now, so putting in more effort is pointless.
Although we don't know how to increase "Recognition Power" and "Presence Power" yet, it's definitely related to the Military Princess and these fantasy characters!
Therefore, the more virtual characters summoned to reality, the better; eliminating the Military Princess too quickly is like killing the goose that lays the golden eggs.
Furthermore, if given the opportunity, it would be best to stage an epic drama that only exists in mythology under the watchful eyes of countless people, in order to impress more people and gain more "Art Style Value"!
This is why he can only demonstrate the level of strength that matches the "setting"—he can't scare the Military Princess.
Whoosh!
Iori's actions were so swift and decisive that it gave the impression that she hadn't thought things through at all and was simply fighting on instinct.
He lowered his body, suddenly exerted force and rushed out, his eyes fixed on the Military Princess, and any interference from other places was instantly deflected!
Clang—!
A flash of darkness, and the silver blade was knocked away.
What followed was a continuous series of metallic clanging sounds, the crisp and resonant long tones almost forming a continuous chorus.
The raging wind pressure stirred up dust, and bright sparks flickered within it.
"Call--!"
The agile figure broke through the wind and waves, galloping across the land like a cheetah, and leaping into the air with explosive power beyond human limits.
Bang!
With obvious indentations left on its feet, Iori continued to advance into the sky propelled by a powerful force.
He decisively deflected the incoming blade and launched a counterattack against the tower with increasing speed.
His eyes didn't miss a single detail, imprinting the trajectory of every falling blade in his mind. Without much thought, his body had already made the most appropriate reaction.
He is now a "Death God" with unparalleled swordsmanship and possesses the Zanpakutō with the strongest potential in the entire series. These things pose no obstacle to him at all!
Clang, clang, clang, clang—!
Amidst the increasingly frequent and intense sounds of impact, Iori leaped to the front of the Military Princess and, without hesitation, slashed down with his Zanpakutō at the silver-haired girl.
"The Third Movement of All Creation: Manifestation!"
A blade, blooming like a wreath, suddenly appeared before Iori's eyes. The long sword in his hand, which had already released a slender water blade compressed to its limit, instantly transformed into countless scattered rose petals.
"This is?"
Iori looked surprised.
"This isn't True Magic, but the natural flow of the world's principles."
The Uniform Princess gave Iori a cold glance, then lightly touched the ground with her toes and left before he could give chase.
She knew that Iori was "invincible in melee combat" by design, so she would not try to determine the winner with swords, but would immediately create distance.
However--
Whoosh!
Despite witnessing such an astonishing scene, Iori was not disturbed by the rose petals. He calmly wielded his cold, sharp sword, quickly caught up, and slashed at the enemy.
"Tsk!"
With a smirk, the Military Princess waved her hand and summoned more than a dozen long swords to surround herself.
The blades of the rondo transformed into an indestructible barrier, deflecting the water blades released by Iori.
"What a man with absolutely no manners, he's like a mad dog."
Military Princess maintained her smile, as if she had everything under control.
"But your blade has only reached its limit. Mere brute force cannot compare to my 'Power of All Creation'."
"The Power of All Creation... I've never heard of that. Is it your unique ability? Is that what pulled us into reality?"
Upon hearing this, Iori stopped in her tracks and looked at the other person with great interest.
The Military Princess looked calm and proud, as if she hadn't just casually revealed the information, but had intended to say it all along.
"All Creation are the power of all existence."
All things flow and the power of True World Reincarnation can reverse cause and effect, bringing fantasy to life in reality.
Therefore, the incredible feat of bringing characters from different worlds onto the same stage is also a piece of cake for me.
Iori glanced at the red-haired swordswoman in the distance who was still confused about the situation, and then turned her gaze to the Uniform Princess.
"But since you have this ability, doesn't that mean you are 'omnipotent'? In that case, even if there is something you want to do, you don't need anyone else's help; you can do it all by yourself, right?"
Whether it's wanting to destroy the world, or... save the people you want to protect, you can do it, can't you?
"What do you know?!"
Military Princess frowned.
"No, I don't know anything, I'm just guessing based on your reaction."
Iori laughed. "I see. So there's someone you want to save... Can't you bring the dead back to life?"
"!"
This guy is tricky; his mind is the most difficult to deal with than his swordsmanship— the Military Princess took a deep breath and made a decision.
Of course, she wouldn't admit her weaknesses; instead, she would use grander goals to cover them up.
"I originally thought you would have some profound insights, but I didn't expect you could only see such a superficial level. You say I only showed up for personal reasons? Humph, utterly foolish!"
The Military Princess looked down at Iori, her arms outstretched as if to embrace the world.
"What do I intend to do? Isn't it obvious?"
Summon allies, gather strength, rebel against the wicked gods, and bring about change to this world that is indulging in fantasy.
Even so, without enough performers, it is impossible to compose beautiful symphonies.
Therefore, like-minded and powerful partners are essential.
Everything is for the purpose of bringing punishment upon this irresponsible Age of Gods—
"In other words, your abilities are limited. You can't make waves on your own; you have to rely on the power of other popular characters."
Iori asked thoughtfully, "Is your ability related to 'fame'?"
The lively expression on Military Princess's face suddenly vanished, as if she had been punched, leaving her speechless with frustration. "I only said two sentences..."
She didn't say anything more. This wasn't Iori's fault, because that's how it's supposed to be in the "setting":
No one can talk Iori; almost everyone who tries to do so breaks down.
—This setting seems to be aimed at Menma, the male protagonist of the shonen manga next door.
"Fine, I'm giving up on disciplining you, you beast."
The Military Princess stretched out her hands, conjuring a violin in her left hand and a modified Russian-style machine gun in her right. The moment the gun rested on the violin strings like a bow—
"You seem to have been created by fan fiction to be the ' Strongest Impermanent '~"
As expected, since they have this title, let's invite the truly "strongest" one!
--boom!
The world seemed to shake for Flash Step, the surrounding scenery changing like a mirage, until finally, in a circular archway, an old man in a black uniform stood opposite, looking over in astonishment.
"Greetings, Captain-General - Hiko Seijuro!"
Chapter 449 Be careful, your mother is in my hands.
Hiko Seijuro, the greatest Great Swordsman of all time, is also the oldest living "Mujō" (a powerful but impermanent figure), and the person with the strongest destructive power in the world of the work. For thousands of years, he has reigned over the entire Three Worlds as the Captain-General.
—This is the background in "Bleach". Given that Kubo hasn't finished drawing the later stages yet, this man can indeed be said to be the ceiling of combat power.
Even in fan fiction, the basic settings of the Original Work are generally assumed to be followed. For example, in Hokage, there won't be any beings stronger than the Sage of Six Paths, and in Dragon Ball, no one would use Zeno to show off.
Following this line of thought, even though the impermanent spirit named "Iori Aizen" possessed the most promising Zanpakutō, he still couldn't defeat Hiko Seijuro head-on. It can be said that Military Princess's choice was quite accurate.
Of course, Hiko Seijuro seems to have no reason to be an enemy of Iori... logically speaking.
"What kind of Kido is this?! You think you can stop me too?!"
The man who came through with the Heat was dressed in white clothes stained with blood, which were left with patches of almost black grime after being baked by the high temperature. The katana in his hand was wrapped in terrifying heat waves, which distorted the light and shadow around him.
Iori immediately noticed the most striking feature of him—his short, black hair that resembled that of Mediterranean patch!
This Captain-General actually has hair!
To be precise, it means that the person's overall appearance is close to young, giving the impression of being around forty or fifty years old.
Oh no, it's Isshin from the heart, no, it's the prime-age Yamamoto!
"Answer me! Where is this place? Where is the King of the Quincies?!"
Without giving Iori and the others a chance to speak, the man, like a wounded wild beast, swung his long sword almost without thinking in an attempt to dispel his unease in this unfamiliar environment.
He didn't care whether innocent people would be affected—after all, the world was full of his enemies.
Anger and pain, like a furnace on the verge of collapse, like a tower about to crumble, at this moment he would kill both enemies and comrades!
You cannot believe what you hear, you cannot understand what you see, and you cannot doubt what you feel.
The opponent is Quincy who can control all senses. If there is the slightest hesitation, we will be defeated. We must kill all the humans that appear before us!
Even friends, disciples, and companions cannot hesitate for a moment; the only thing they can trust is the spiritual pressure they can feel!
I wouldn't care even if it meant destroying the whole world—
You can't win if you don't have this kind of awareness!
Boom!!!
The exploding flames, like blooming red lotuses, expanded in Flash Step and blasted open the entire tunnel!
The cement, several meters thick, and the steel, thousands of tons in total, were as soft as dough. They melted within three seconds of being hit by the high temperature, eventually creating a crater nearly 100 meters in diameter at the top. The fiery pillar tore through the clouds and shot into the sky.
No living thing could survive such firepower, but the Miracle do happen—
In the scorching wind that could dry out the entire forest, Seele and Sota, enveloped in a water sphere, flew out at Taijitu and crashed into the mountain like steam catapults.