"...What's going on with those two?"
Hiyori Sarugaki waved away the swirling dust and grabbed her captain by the collar:
"Did staying up late fry your brain? Go stop them!"
"Now, now, don't be so hasty."
"Aren't you afraid they'll tear apart the 12th Division?"
"It's fine. Those buildings were going to be expanded into laboratories anyway."
Kisuke Urahara picked up a dust mask from the side and put it on, hiding his eyes in the shadows:
"Don't worry, Hiyori... With my Benihime, nothing will go wrong."
Uchiha Yato caught a foul stench.
The strong acid that had corroded Susanoo's arm was flung onto the ground. It reacted violently with the blue bricks, sending up wisps of white smoke that seared the throat.
"The smell's wrong... Is it poisonous? Tch."
Yato snorted coldly. Knowing he couldn't stay there, he slammed Susanoo's arm into the ground and launched himself into the air like a pole-vaulter.
The force was tremendous. He rose several hundred meters, high enough to draw level with the distant Sokyoku.
"O Ruler! Mask of flesh and blood, all creation, taking wing and soaring high! Crowned in the name of man! Upon the wall of blue fire, engrave twin lotuses and await in silence the abyss of raging flames."
Yato began chanting calmly. Before he even reached his highest point, he had already cast the Kidō:
"Hadō #73: Twin Lotus Blue Fire Crash!"
Two dragon-like torrents of pale, blazing fire appeared around Mayuri Kurotsuchi and slammed into his body without mercy, erupting with a deafening roar.
The flames rolled back as explosions thundered. The ground of the 12th Division could bear no more and collapsed altogether.
The Uchiha Clan's natural affinity for fire, combined with more than a year of painstaking instruction from Aizen Sosuke, had given this