No one knew how long it took before the tremors finally ceased. Kisuke Urahara and Yoruichi clung tightly to each other.
They were terrified that the Yama of the Underworld Bureaucracy might carelessly swat them to death as well.
After all, a palm as huge as a small mountain was simply more than a mere Death God captain like him could withstand.
Thinking of that enormous palm that had stopped above his forehead, Kisuke's heart was still pounding wildly.
At that moment, he had already prepared to make a desperate last stand. He was certain that his strength could not withstand even a single blow.
He no longer dared imagine what Squad Zero had gone through. He could only pray that they would take care of themselves.
The thick dust slowly began to settle.
Kisuke shakily stood up, holding Yoruichi as she buried her cat head in his clothes.
He could not help looking around.
Within the thinning dust, a red figure emerged. Once the dust completely cleared,
he finally saw three tattered Squad Zero members lying beside Hashirama.
They no longer possessed their former pride. Each of them lay sprawled on the ground like a dead dog.
Their bodies were missing arms and legs, blood poured from their mouths, and they were all barely clinging to life, as though they could die at any moment.
The entire world fell silent.
Whether it was Yamamoto Genryūsai, still kneeling before the gates of the Underworld Bureaucracy, Kirio Hikifune, or Qilin Tenjirō, who had been restrained by Hashirama from the very beginning, all of them stared blankly at the scene.
Although that world-destroying commotion had not affected them directly, they could still feel the devastating force behind it.
At that moment, it felt as though the entire Soul Society was about to