Hueco Mundo.
Under the endless night sky, the pale moonlight shines on the endless white sand.
Central 46 once again issued the order to expedition Hueco Mundo, but unlike before, this time, only some of the elites of Eleventh Division were dispatched to this dead land. The person leading the team was Captain Twelfth Division: Kisuke Urahara.
The reasons given by Sage sitting high behind the scenes are high-sounding: Since the preliminary conclusion of the Rukongai Hollowfication phenomenon was given by Twelfth Division, the responsibility of finding the source and solution should naturally be borne by him, the director of Shinigami Research and Development Institute.
This is obviously a thankless job, but no matter how unwilling Kisuke Urahara is, he can only accept the job helplessly.
In addition to him, there is also a special prisoner in the accompanying team
Shibata Takanobu carries a special suppression device developed by Kisuke Urahara.
Central 46 made a condition: once he loses control or makes any abnormality in Hueco Mundo, Kisuke Urahara can activate the limiter at any time to completely suppress or even obliterate him; but if he behaves himself throughout the whole process and makes military exploits, Central 46 can consider pardoning his crimes at Seireitei Central Liberation Bankai as appropriate.
Of course, in order to ensure the absolute combat power of this Expeditionary Army, the three captains Rose Ōtoribashi, Love Aikawa and Fūgoin Yūkichi also served as the main combat power and accompanied Kisuke Urahara into this unknown white desert.
Seireitei, Zhu Sibo villa, inner hall.
The dusk light slanted in through the half-closed paper door, spreading a layer of warm golden color on the low table.
At dusk, when the devil meets the enemy, the rich halo of sunset shines diagonally in through the half-opened paper door, spreading a layer of warm golden color on the simple low table.
Four pairs of bowls and chopsticks are neatly arranged on the table. The sukiyaki pot in the center is tumbling gurglingly, and the hot steam slowly rises in the air, exuding a reassuring aroma of food.
Miyanou Matsuri held a porcelain bowl with a cherry blossom pattern in both hands and was talking happily about the interesting things that happened in the squad today.
She smiled with her eyebrows arched, and her light yellow hair swayed gently by her cheeks with her rich body movements. The brand new Fifth Division Shihakushō she was wearing was dressed neatly, just for the convenience of eating. The cuffs were slightly rolled up by her, revealing her white wrists, exuding a freshness and vitality that could not be concealed.
"Matsuri, don't make random gestures while eating, be careful not to burn yourself," Fujimaru, who was sitting next to her, warned in a low voice. Although there was no unnecessary expression on his handsome face, his tone contained the indulgence and pampering that was unique to his brother and could not be hidden at all.
Zhu Sibo Yihua sat across from him, covering his lips and smiling softly. He gently picked up the spoon and added some hot soup to the two young children.
Zhu Sibo Zhengyuan, who was sitting in the main seat, still had the same unsmiling look. There was no emotion or anger on his hard, rock-like face. He just held the bowl and didn't speak much. But he would raise his eyes from time to time and quietly take a look at the noise and warmth of the table, then lower his head and take a silent sip of soup.
This should have been one of the countless ordinary and warm evenings in Seireitei.
suddenly
A smell more disgusting than rot, than old blood, and than death itself, slowly crawled in from the direction of the open backyard like a living thing close to the ground, and the smell penetrated into the nose.
The smell entered the nasal cavity extremely domineeringly. Fujimaru and Matsuri changed their expressions almost at the same second. Matsuri, who was still smiling at first, turned pale in an instant. Fujimaru felt a violent churning in his stomach and almost retched.
Then, there is Reiatsu.
The Reiatsu was not heavy, and it did not even overflow violently like Xu. Instead, it was extremely tight, as if the monstrous flood was forced into a tiny bottle.
But the tighter it is, the more numb it becomes.
"...Ika."
Zhu Sibo Zhengyuan's face is solemn
Ika's smile also faded
"Take the two of them and retreat inside." Ika didn't speak, just nodded.
Matsuri opened his eyes in confusion. "Sir Zhengyuan...?"
"..."
Fujimaru's back tensed up inch by inch. He instinctively stretched out his hand to stop Matsuri behind him. His other hand had already pressed on the handle of Asauchi's knife at his waist.
The scene in the courtyard changed in just a few breaths.
The grass and trees that were originally so green reflected by the setting sun withered, turned black, and curled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if something invisible was sucking away all the vitality from this land.
The air became thick and bitter.
Then, cracks appeared.
In the center of the backyard, a pitch-black crack with gray-white mist swirling around its edges opened silently out of thin air. It was the Dangai crack, like a living wound that was torn open in the fading skylight.
There is someone deep in the crack.
A pale hand reached out first and pressed on the edge of the crack. The knuckles were long but white without a trace of blood.
Immediately afterwards, a figure slowly walked out of the crack in Dangai.
That's a man.
Her long, messy green hair hung down on the side of her face, and was slightly raised by the turbid wind coming out of the crack.
In the middle of his collarbone, there was a shocking hole.
The hole penetrated his body, and the edges were smooth, as if a piece of it had been gouged out bone and flesh by some force. Through the hole, one could directly see the dark sky behind him.
Hollow Hole
That is false proof
And there was a mask on his face.
The mask was exaggeratedly large, but it only covered a quarter of the face. It was embedded diagonally on the right half of the face, like a piece of broken white bone that refused to fall off completely. The edges of the mask were uneven and glowed with the unique cold light of bone.
As this figure completely stepped out of the crack, and his feet landed on the withered grass of Zhu Sibo, that moment
The seal has been broken.
A terrifying wave of terror Reiatsu that was as substantial and heavy enough to crush steel, like an ancient haze, instantly enveloped the entire sky above Seireitei.
That is the Reiatsu that belongs exclusively to the ancient Vasto Lorde level, and this Reiatsu is mixed with an extremely special kind of fluctuation that even surpasses Soul Reaper's cognition. It is the perfection and depth that only comes from the independent Arrancar.
In the entire Seireitei, few people can identify the true meaning of this fluctuation.
Only those veterans who were lucky enough to have had face-to-face confrontations with him in the extremely ancient years can find the corresponding and frightening name in the depths of their memories that have been dusted by time.
The man stood quietly in the withered and decayed courtyard. He slowly raised his head, revealing the pale, handsome face under the mask, but as emotionless as a pool of stagnant water.
"... Found it."