Roger's Blade

Toshiro looked at the figure who had suddenly emerged, his expression incomparably grave.

"Who exactly are you? Why have you come to disrupt the Soul Society?!"

Roger suddenly stopped laughing and fixed Toshiro with a sharp gaze.

"Young man, we never took the initiative to cause trouble for you. We merely opened a gate to the Underworld Bureaucracy in your so-called Soul Society.

"As for the souls here, whether they choose to remain in the Soul Society or go to the Underworld Bureaucracy, isn't that all a matter of free will?!"

At Roger's words, Byakuya Kuchiki's gaze instantly turned icy.

"Hmph! What Underworld Bureaucracy? What utter nonsense. You want to shake the foundation of balance among the three realms. I admit that you possess great power, but with just the likes of you, you still fall far short of throwing the Soul Society into chaos!"

"Wahahahaha! Is that so? Then let me test the strength of you Death Gods and see whether you have the confidence you speak of!"

With that, Roger slowly drew the long blade at his waist. It was a pitch-black, ink-jade Zanpakuto that radiated an incomparably sharp aura.

The blade was two meters long, perfectly suited to Roger's build, and faint Black Lightning flickered across its surface.

The moment Roger drew the blade, merely holding it in his hand made Toshiro and Byakuya feel an invisible pressure bearing down upon them.

"This blade is called Tyrant! It is the companion I have just obtained, and a weapon capable of cutting through anything!"

"So bring out all your strength! Otherwise, I fear you will die beneath this blade!"

Toshiro and Byakuya both went pale. The tall man before them had already placed immense pressure on them.

Yet the long blade in his hand made their hearts tremble