My Sister Will Take the Soul King's Throne! (5K)

He casually tossed the scrap metal-like military knife aside; it was just a weapon created from Reishi aggregation and didn't have much value. He stared straight at Yuki and suddenly revealed a strange smile, "Speaking of which, I've seen this move before. It's Iori Aizen's ultimate technique. Judging by its power, it's even better than its master... But is that really the Mirror Water in your hand?"

"Um?"

Yuki's heart skipped a beat, and the next second her eyes widened in shock.

The opponent drew a long sword from the void—its entire body was as bright as moonlight, and the blade was shimmering with water-like light. Its design was almost identical to the "Mirror Water" in her hand!

"Surprised?" He gently stroked the blade. "This is Iori's true Zanpakuto. As for the one in your hand... it's just a fake."

"..."

"Aren't you surprised that 'family members' with no blood relation have such a strange relationship of correspondence and restraint Zanpakuto? This can't be explained by mere coincidence."

Yhwach shook his head. "You should have vaguely realized that Yana was the work of Hyōsube Ichibē. He changed the true name of this Zanpakuto and concealed its true power, so Iori Aizen could never defeat him no matter how powerful he Bleach, and he was always under the control of the Zero Division."

Of course, the Great Monk probably never imagined that his arrangement, made to guard against Iori Aizen, would ultimately benefit me—if he hadn't been unable to unleash his true Bankai, Iori Aizen might not have lost to me.

"And this Ame Ama-no-Habakiri is the Zanpakuto that I had Nimaiya Ōetsu and Hyōsube Ichibē reforge, truly imbued with its Bankai power."

"And then... did Iori give in?" Yuki asked in disbelief. "He just accepted that you were the Soul King?"

"He had no other choice; his Zanpakuto was inherently flawed, so this was the only option."

"... It's really uncomfortable."

Yuki looked down at her sword and noticed that the water ripples on the blade were gradually fading, revealing its original black color underneath.

"My brother may be naive and foolish, but he is by no means a weakling like you!"

Boom!

The overwhelming spiritual pressure blew up Yhwach's coat, causing him to squint.

"This anger... women really are a terrifying creature."

"Iori lost? Do you think I'd believe your nonsense?"

Yuki's voice was icy cold, but the Zanpakuto in her hand trembled violently at that moment, as if responding to her anger. She looked down at the water ripples gradually receding from the sword, but a cold smile appeared on her lips.

"Since you say it's a fake... then I'll make it real!"

Before she could finish speaking, she Zanpakuto into her own chest!

Pfft—!

Blood flowed along the blade, but instead of dripping, it was greedily absorbed by the sword. What would be fatal to an ordinary person was insignificant to Yuki, who had already gained immortality, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even so, it still startled the other party at first. Yhwach moved his foot and raised his finger slightly, his helpless appearance was a rare loss of composure, but it was only for a moment, and he quickly calmed down.

At the same time, the Hogyoku on Yuki's chest burst forth with a dazzling blue light, Reishi swept over her entire body like a radiant storm, completely enveloping her and her Zanpakuto.

"Merge... [Mirror Water]!"

In an instant, Yuki's figure blurred, as if she had merged with space. Her spiritual pressure was no longer confined to the physical body, but spread like a tide, covering the Soul King Palace and even the entire Soul Society.

Yhwach's pupils contracted slightly. "This is...?"

"Bankai · Shuryū Bansho!"

Yuki's voice came from all directions, like heavenly music echoing. Her figure appeared and disappeared, as if she existed in every corner.

Strictly speaking, wherever attention is focused, her figure will appear there, as if her existence is a normal, conceptual existence that can be discovered simply by observing.

"You're just making a fuss!" Yhwach remained unmoved and utterly unafraid.

However, when Yuki gently raised her hand, the Reishi arrows that Yhwach had just condensed suddenly dissipated, turning into specks of light that vanished into the air.

"In my domain, all phenomena are under my control."

Your attack is ineffective against me!

"Um?"

Yhwach didn't believe it, but then he unleashed a variety of abilities in succession, including a giant Reishi arrows that could destroy a city, a sacred domain that could cover the Soul King Palace, and a Kekkou that could withstand asteroid impacts...

No matter how much Reishi he injects, as long as Yuki makes a move, the sharp blade will break, the sturdy shield will decay, the flying arrows will fall, and the steps she takes will be extremely heavy.

It's as if the whole world has become a massive collection of malice, negating everything Yhwach has ever done!

"Similar to Haschwalth's 'The Balance of All Things'? No... not on the same level."

Directly modifying or even denying the 'phenomenon'? It seems that as long as I can't escape your spiritual pressure capture range, I will always be suppressed.

This is clearly... even surpassing the realm of gods!

"This is the Zanpakuto forged by the souls of Iori and me." Yuki smiled confidently, her eyes filled with longing for someone. "As expected, we're invincible when we join forces~"

"Roar~"

Despite being at a disadvantage, Yhwach remained calm. He narrowed his eyes, a playful smile playing on his lips, "Interesting... Is this what you truly desire?"

"What's the meaning?"

"Absolute Control... The five senses hypnosis of [Kyoka Suigetsu] can make people act according to your thoughts, but in the end it is just deception. You cannot truly control their minds, and the material level will not change because of the Illusionary Arts."

The fact that you can only manipulate illusions but have no effect on reality is probably your biggest complaint about "Kyoka Suigetsu".

And your new Bankai, forged with [Mirror Water], can be seen as the materialization of [Kyoka Suigetsu]. It's no longer about deceiving personal perception, but about deceiving... no, dominating the real world!

He said slowly, "All you want is for everything to unfold according to your will!"

"Shut up."

"If you don't like it, modify it, or even destroy it—just like you did to Iori."

Yuki's eyes turned cold.

"Shut up!"

"You're afraid of losing control, afraid of losing, that's why you pursue this kind of power." Yhwach's voice was low and sarcastic. "How pathetic, Yuki Aizen."

Boom--!

Yuki did not answer, but instead swung her sword. An invisible slash swept through the space, splitting Yhwach's figure in two, but the wound healed in the blink of an eye.

Without immediately retaliating, the man simply smiled at Yuki, the "Ama-no-Habakiri" in his hand gleaming with a ghostly blue light.

"Your Bankai is indeed powerful, but..." he chuckled softly, "Can you really control everything?"

Yuki ignored his provocation and simply stared at him coldly. "Still want to struggle?"

"Let's give it a try. Maybe I can awaken some kind of Bankai in a desperate situation."

"Hmph!" Yuki's eyes flashed coldly. "You have no chance!"

The next second, the space of the Soul King Palace began to distort, and countless mirror-like cracks appeared around Yhwach, as if they were about to completely devour him.

However, just as the rift was about to close, Yhwach's figure vanished without warning and reappeared on the other side. "What a pity, I also possess the power to change reality and the future—"

Before he could finish speaking, a gash suddenly appeared on Yhwach's chest, and blood slowly seeped out...

He glanced down, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"This is..."

"I told you." Yuki's figure appeared behind him, her sword pointing straight at his back. "In my domain, all phenomena are under my control—before the true 'god,' you are nothing but a mortal."

Yhwach was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled softly.

"How arrogant... Yuki Aizen."

"It's over!"

Yuki resolved to slay this final enemy with her sword—

Buzz!

The figure of "Yhwach" suddenly vanished, turning into countless fragments of Reishi particles. Amidst the sky full of spiritual light, Yuki suddenly felt an unexpected resistance in her hand.

Clang!

A single finger blocked the Zanpakuto's blade, and a familiar figure appeared before Aizen Souyuki's eyes, causing her mind to go blank for a moment.

"Thank you, sister. This Bankai is quite good, I'm very satisfied."

Um... 'Shuryū Bansho,' right?

Pfft!

A long, narrow wound appeared out of nowhere, and blood gushed from Yuki's shoulders and back.

——

[Mirror Water; Kyoka Suigetsu]

Liberation statement: None

Bankai ability: Unpredictable

It has no specific skills and no destructive power.

• Select one or more objects, extract and materialize their "cognition" of the sword, and use it as the sword's Bankai.

(It must be your true thoughts, and cannot be modified by hypnosis or similar means—in other words, the weakness of this knife is that it cannot let people know your true situation.)

It's as if you've taken the flower in the mirror and the moon in the water out of the Bleach.

• The manifested Bankai ability is constructed based on the other party's cognition, and it is impossible to obtain power outside the scope of the other party's cognition.

If someone views their Zanpakuto the sun, but cannot understand nuclear fusion or the Sun God in a mythological sense, then their Bankai will not be able to obtain the sun's high temperature or divine status.

The specific details depend on the other party's level of conviction, knowledge, and spiritual pressure.

• Once Bankai is manifested, it can be Kubo. You can possess multiple Bankai at the same time, but if you possess more than two, the spiritual pressure consumption will double for each additional one.

Chapter 589: My sister will sit on the Spirit King's Seat! (5K)

"Where... is this?"

Yuki slowly opened her eyes, and what came into view was a dazzling golden dome. She subconsciously touched her chest—there should have been a fatal wound there, but now it was completely healed.

His Shinigami uniform reverted to its most basic form, and even his Zanpakuto was nowhere to be found.

"Woke up?"

A familiar voice came from above. Yuki looked up sharply. On the observation deck of the magnificent hall, a tall figure stood with his back to her, gazing out into the murky darkness. His silver-white feather robe swayed gently in the aura of Reishi.

"... Iori?"

Yuki looked somewhat dazed, but she quickly sorted out the chaotic memories in her mind, and her eyes instantly turned cold.

The man turned around, his familiar features carrying a calmness she had never seen before. He lightly leaped down from the observation deck dozens of meters high, and in the blink of an eye, he was standing in front of her.

"Welcome back, sister."

Yuki's pupils contracted sharply. She suddenly realized something and looked around abruptly—this was no palace at all, but a magnificent observatory. The domed ceiling rotated slowly, and images from all over the Three Worlds flowed across several openings for external observation.

She spotted several familiar faces inside.

"You..." Her voice was stiff with shock, but also slightly relieved. "You're the Soul King? So... it was all a deception from beginning to end?"

"..."

Iori didn't answer immediately, but simply reached out and helped her up.

This simple action angered Yuki, and she threw him away without thinking. Although she could not feel any spiritual pressure from him, she had no intention of fighting back.

"Is this cat-and-mouse game really that fun? When did it start? How long have you been playing this fool on me?!"

Was it the second Quincy invasion? Or the attack on Hueco Mundo? Or perhaps the campaign against the Holy Son in the World of the Living ...? Let's stop hiding it!"

"..."

"From beginning to end... was the 'Iori Aizen' I knew all an illusion?" Her nails dug deeply into her palms. "Was everything in the past just a deliberate arrangement by you?"

"If we're talking about lies, then it certainly started from the very beginning, from the day we met... no, from the day I came into this world."

Iori finally spoke, but without any arrogant boasting or feigned pitifulness, she simply said calmly, "And I didn't just lie to you, but to everyone else... and maybe even myself."

"... What are you saying?" Yuki was stunned.

He raised his hand and waved it lightly, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed. Countless fragments of memories flashed like Gazing upon the past —from when he opened his eyes in Rukongai, was chased and beaten by thugs, was taken home by an old woman, and met the black-haired girl who was older than him.

Then came the flood of information: enrolling in the Spiritual Arts Academy, learning about immortality, entering Hueco Mundo, entering New World ... Even with Yuki's fast-paced thinking, the sheer volume of information was overwhelming.

"These are my memories... Do you see the problem?"