Inside the "Water Prison Pot," Muichiro Tokito's consciousness had already begun to blur.
The cage of densely packed water not only cut off the air but also exerted a terrifying force that constantly pressed inward, as though it would crush his bones inch by inch.
He could feel the searing pain in his lungs from lack of oxygen, while the resistance of the water made his sword arm feel impossibly heavy.
Was this Upper Rank Five's Blood Demon Art?
In just one encounter, a Hashira like me was trapped so easily.
I can't accept this.
The edges of his vision had begun to darken, and hazy, forgotten fragments flashed uncontrollably through Muichiro's mind.
It seemed that, a long time ago, someone had protected me like this too... who was it?
Just as he was about to lose consciousness completely, a flash of lightning pierced the thick wall of water and burst before his eyes.
The man with the red eyes, the boy even younger than himself who was called the new Thunder Hashira, appeared outside the water prison like a phantom.
No, it was another him.
Muichiro's thoughts were sluggish, but he still saw it clearly: in the distance, another identical Thunder Hashira was confronting Hantengu's clones.
"Oh? Ignoring my artwork? Do you think it isn't perfect enough?"
Seeing that Sasuke's shadow clone was focused entirely on the Water Prison Pot, Gyokko felt that his aesthetics had been insulted.
He let out a shriek, and hundreds of grotesque golden fish with legs suddenly gushed from the pot beneath him. Opening mouths filled with sharp teeth, they swarmed toward Sasuke.
"Then become part of my collection too!"
Yet faced with a sight that could drive anyone with trypophobia mad on the spot, Sasuke's shadow clone did not so much as raise