Revive, My Sister!

Death is not the end; being forgotten is.

As the reishi of their "resurrection" was decomposed once more, these high-and-mighty nobles finally recalled the fear of being dominated that they had once known.

Familiar faces were erased one by one, swallowed and broken down by branch-like shadows until not a trace remained.

The crowd's expressions turned to terror, their curses morphing into desperate pleas.

Some even tried to squeeze out non-existent tears, hoping to make the youth before them change his mind.

Yet their actions did not earn them a shred of pity; instead, they only accelerated the process of their second death.

"Akira, do you loathe these nobles?"

Aizen stood to the side, asking calmly, "They do not seem to have any personal vendetta against you."

Hearing this, Kisaragi Akira paused, let out a soft sigh, and spoke truthfully:

"It is not that I loathe nobles."

"Every group has its good and bad, and the nobility is no exception."

"I have seen villains in Nikkotsu District who took pleasure in slaughter, and I have seen nobles who harbored compassion."

"I simply despise those with base characters."

As he spoke, Kisaragi Akira did not slow his hands, manipulating the ink-like, branch-shaped shadows to decompose the reishi of the dead at the slowest possible pace.

Unlike their first death, Kisaragi Akira felt that letting these wretched creatures simply die once was far too lenient.

Therefore, he chose to sacrifice them all to the One-Eyed Great Deity, Mimihagi.

He would strip them of the right to reincarnation entirely, casting them into the eternal darkness of death!

As for the members of the Azashiro Clan holding their meeting nearby, there was no need to manage them; once the power gained from the sacrifice faded, they would vanish along with it.

Gathering the reishi of the dead to make them reappear in the world was, after all, not a true resurrection.

Watching Kisaragi Akira, who was baring his fangs and throwing his weight around, Aizen lowered his gaze, his tense expression relaxing slightly.

Though he seemed carefree and heartless on the surface, at his core, this fellow did not seem to be a truly malicious existence.

Perhaps only by being this way could one live with the greatest measure of happiness.

Inside the dark prison, mottled bloodstains dotted the pitch-black walls, and the floor paved with giant stones was littered with a few pieces of long-dried flesh.

Ever since the nobles who sat on the high platform were slaughtered with such brutal methods, this execution ground had been abandoned by the decision of the Central 46.

For decades, no one else had set foot here.

Yet now, two white-clad figures appeared within the prison.

The former wore a pristine captain's haori.

The latter wore somewhat disheveled prisoner's garb.

But their attitudes stood in stark contrast to their respective attire.

Azashiro Soya, dressed in the white captain's haori, looked nervously at the familiar yet strange face before him, wanting to speak but hesitating, his palms slick with sweat.

Back then, even when he faced the previous Kenpachi, Kuruyashiki, he had never been this nervous.

"Is that... little Soya?"

A flicker of confusion crossed the girl's eyes; she seemed unable to understand her current state, nor did she grasp the inexplicable sense of familiarity she felt toward the man before her.

Without any hesitation, she walked up to him and clasped his large hands with her slender, scar-covered fingers.

The next moment.

The girl smiled, a familiar gentleness appearing on her thin face, like a ray of bright light dispelling all the darkness in the prison.

"It really is little Soya."

"Although your hands have grown much larger and have developed calluses, you truly fulfilled the promise you made to your sister."

Azashiro Soya gazed at the girl's face, opening his mouth to say something, but his throat felt blocked, and a thousand words remained trapped inside.

"It seems many years have passed."

The girl's right hand gently caressed Azashiro Soya's face. "You must be very tired, carrying so much on your shoulders all these years."

"I shouldn't have said those things back then."

"What is gone will eventually be gone; clinging to it only brings pain."

"Whether it be glory or hope."

"But since you are still alive, it means those people truly kept their word. Being able to see you again, sister is truly happy..."

It is unknown how much time had passed.

Once Azashiro Soya spoke his first word in a hoarse voice, the floodgates opened, and he poured out his experiences over the years to the girl before him.

Until, at last, the girl's figure began to ripple once more.

Seeing this, both of their expressions froze simultaneously, and the prison cell plunged into a deathly silence.

After a moment of silence, the young girl's lips curled into a smile:

"It seems that time is up."

"It's a pity; I haven't heard the story of you becoming a captain yet."

A faint light shimmered over her thin frame, and fragments drifted away like snowflakes, turning into countless Reishi that gradually vanished before his eyes.

"There is no need to be sad, Soya."

"Being able to see you all grown up, this sister has no more regrets."

The young girl smiled gently, "Let's leave a promise with this parting."

"Soya, live on well..."

As her voice faded, the faint light flared, and the hazy, blurred figure suddenly shattered, disintegrating and vanishing before Azashiro Soya.

At this moment, the emotions in his heart could no longer be suppressed, erupting like a volcanic explosion.

A howl like that of a wild beast echoed through the prison, an extreme agony bursting forth, tearing his heart into pieces.

In the execution grounds, Kisaragi Akira's expression was slightly dazed as he looked in the direction the sound came from in surprise.

"Sosuke, this guy seems to have been triggered quite badly."

"Don't you think we went a bit too far?"

Hearing this, Aizen felt helpless and said with a slight headache: "Please change 'we' to 'I'. You were the one who set the plan, and you were the one who executed it."

"You didn't listen to a single one of my suggestions."

Sometimes, when this guy becomes headstrong, he is like a mule stubborn to the extreme, completely impossible to pull back.

"Understood, Sosuke."

As Kisaragi Akira spoke, his hands continued to move fluidly, without the slightest hesitation.

"What you did was indeed a bit excessive."

"Just this once, don't do it again, okay?"

Aizen fell silent.

"In the name of the Kisaragi Shrine Priest, I sacrifice to the One-Eyed Great Deity, Mimihagi..."

Kisaragi Akira's expression turned slightly serious as he chanted the sacrificial incantation in a low voice. Materialized Reiatsu flowed continuously before the altar, outlining the indifferent single eye of Mimihagi.

"Sacrifice the dead, release the power of the Imperial Eye hidden deep within the Nikkotsu District."

The black shadow condensed into a right hand with an eye growing in its palm, and countless specks of light gathered within it.

In an instant, a terrifying pressure swept over!

Kisaragi Akira's face turned beet red as he struggled to control the black shadow, attempting to pour it into the handbell on the altar.

"Sosuke..."

A massive surge of Reiatsu crashed down like a collapsing mountain, venting wantonly throughout the execution grounds.

The black shadow was reined in by this terrifying Reiatsu, completing the final step as it all submerged into the handbell.

A pitch-black single eye slowly emerged upon the surface of the bell...

To be honest, I'm really not good at writing tragedies.

In the official novel, although Azashiro is extreme, he is also quite pitiful. Watching his entire family get killed and seeing his closest sister die right in front of him—looking at the entirety of Bleach, there is no character more miserable than him. Therefore, with a bit of personal bias, I arranged a better ending for him.

PS: A small explanation: Mimihagi is the right hand of the Soul King, and its authority is "Stasis." As for the interaction with Ukitake, that will be arranged in the following chapters.