Soul Society.
Shadows rose between the ruined buildings.
Quincy in white military uniforms stepped out of the darkness and immediately scattered toward the various divisions of the Gotei 13 without pausing.
Reishi arrows streaked across the sky.
Explosions rang out one after another, and the warning network, only just rebuilt, was torn to pieces in an instant.
Yoriichi stood in the middle of the street, his hand resting on his sword hilt.
He did not look at the enemies around him.
Ahead, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows.
A flame-shaped Demon Slayer Mark, a Third Division haori, and a long Gray Blade at his waist engraved with the character for "sun."
The two looked exactly alike.
"Yoriichi Tsugikuni."
The other man raised his head. Even his voice was no different.
"The foremost Special War Power. I'm responsible for keeping you here."
Yoriichi looked at him calmly.
"Another impostor?"
"Appearance, memories, power-I've copied them all."
Lloyd gripped his sword hilt, and the Demon Slayer Mark on his forehead lit up.
"Now, I am you."
Boom!
Two blazing surges of Reiatsu erupted at once.
The surrounding white buildings melted instantly, and the ground glowed red from the heat. Countless Quincy were forced to retreat before they could even approach.
Two long Gray Blades were drawn at the same time.
The instant their blades flashed, the entire street split down the middle.
Lloyd took the first step.
"Nisshun."
A crimson line of fire pierced the battlefield.
But Yoriichi had already vanished.
A moment later, the two blades collided high in the sky. Sun Reiatsu compressed to its limit exploded, tearing an enormous hole straight through the clouds.
Lloyd retreated.
His feet stepped repeatedly through the air. Just as he steadied himself, seven crimson slashes were already before him.
"Sixth Form, Lightning Sunrise."