The Spear Shattered the Void, the Reaper Bent His Knees, and a Thousand White Doves Knelt Across the Street!

All color drained from Arima Kishou's iron-cold face. In an instant, it turned as pale and lifeless as paper lying in the mud. He gripped the Ultimate Quinque, IXA, with all his might. Violent power surged through him.

It poured from every limb and bone without end. His long hair whipped in the rush of air, and the muscles in his arms bulged.

They strained the sleeves of his white coat almost to bursting. Veins rose across his forehead, throbbing beside his temples like writhing snakes.

He tried to wrench the white God Spear free from the void. But no matter how hard he pulled, it remained pinned there as though an ancient Sacred Mountain pressed down upon it.

The wind howled. He strained with everything he had. The spear did not move a micrometer. That single inch had become a chasm the undefeated Reaper could never cross. His hands trembled.

Cold sweat soaked the metal grip. "What... what kind of power is this?" Arima Kishou's mind shook. Behind his glasses, his eyes narrowed sharply.

They held the primal terror and helplessness of a man facing an unknown god. He had believed humanity's Quinques could overcome anything. Now, with his spear stopped cold, he felt only despair.

His feet slipped against the floor as he pulled, his soles scraping harshly across the white jade. ... Just then,

upon the imperial throne, Tobirama Uchiha slowly opened his eyes. His regal, uncanny purple Double Six-Tomoe Tenseigan Rinnegan held an absolute indifference that seemed to see through the turning of cosmic ages. His snow-white hair

drifted in the still hall. Without haste, he cast a cold sidelong glance at the white spear. One glance was enough. Within his left eye,

the power of his Mangekyo flared with cold divine light. **200x Enhancement: Spatial