The Unforgiven from Shinigami
Tsukikage Yagyū's stronghold is a mountain three or four hundred meters high, surrounded by a powerful barrier.
Shiraishi hid behind a tree and peeked out. Tsukikage Yagyū didn't make any hand seals or other unnecessary movements, and went straight in from the rock wall.
Reiatsu... Hmm, the barrier couldn't isolate his Spiritual Sense senses.
He felt a little relieved.
The reason I didn't choose to take direct action earlier was largely due to concerns for Soi Fon's safety.
He's not Russian; he wouldn't choose a Russian-style rescue, sending both hostages and criminals to their deaths.
Considering Soi Fon's safety, he suppressed the urge to kill Tsukikage Yagyū outright, deliberately pretended to be dumped, and then secretly followed behind.
He didn't believe that Tsukikage Yagyū would keep her locked up while she was having an affair.
The moment he senses Soi Fon's Reiatsu, that's when he'll make his move.
Shiraishi lies in wait outside.
Unaware of anything amiss, Tsukikage Yagyū walked gracefully through the base's passageway.
The rock walls on both sides were inlaid with gems, gold and silver ornaments she had stolen from various places, displaying extreme luxury.
Passing through this passage, one comes to a tall and wide hall. Twenty men and women dressed in kimonos stand in rows of ten on either side, bowing in unison, "Welcome back, Lord Yagyū."
Their voices and movements were perfectly synchronized, without the slightest error.
Those who dared to make a mistake are already dead.
Tsukikage Yagyū was a very strict person. Once, someone was caught having a cold and was slow to utter a single word, so she crushed his head and ordered the thieves to step over the corpse as a warning to them.
Never break the rules she sets, no matter what.
This was her will.
As a powerful person, she has the right to impose her will on anyone weaker than her.
Those who defy her will will die.
Tsukikage Yagyū nodded and continued forward, while the servants remained silent.
Someone picked up the long hair that had touched the ground and carefully wiped away the dust with a towel.
Some people sprayed perfume into the air, some threw bright red rose petals, and some played the shamisen.
In short, everyone has work to do and no one is idle.
As Tsukikage Yagyū walked to the main seat in the hall, someone immediately wiped the chair again, and a servant carefully lifted her silver hair to prevent her from sitting on it.
The black liquid swelled up on his right arm, but the servants pretended not to notice and continued with their own business.
If you pause, you will be killed.
puff.
A person emerged from the black liquid.
Ichirō Yagyū fell onto the flower-strewn ground, his body covered in black liquid. He braced himself with his hand, somersaulted, and landed on the ground, staring at the woman in front of him.
His expression was somewhat complicated as he said, "I've finally found you, Mother."
"Long time no see, Ichirō."
Tsukikage Yagyū rested his cheek on his left hand, his azure eyes filled with a smile. The man reflected in his pupils overlapped with the little boy in his memory. "It's been a while since I last saw you. You've grown quite a bit."
"It's not a short period of time; from the time you were defeated by Sōya Azashiro and imprisoned in the Muken until now, one hundred and sixty years have passed."
Upon hearing that familiar name again, Tsukikage Yagyū's jade-like face darkened slightly, her ability to Obstruction of Sight was Bankai by Sōya Azashiro.
The darkness that was originally aimed at the enemy has turned into darkness that attacks oneself.
Those are terrible memories I don't want to recall.
Tsukikage Yagyū narrowed his eyes, a clear displeasure flashing across his face, but he suppressed it.
The person before me is ultimately different from those servants.
Even if they are not actually related by blood, he is still a son she personally acknowledged taking in.
According to the customs of Rukongai, he is no different from a biological son.
She smiled and said, "You remember so clearly. I lingered in South Rukongai, just waiting for you to come to me."
"Mother, stop! Shinigami is no good. You steal everywhere and act cruelly; you can't be called a good person either."
Ichirō Yagyū clenched his Riot Games. He was no longer young and ignorant; he understood that his mother's actions were evil.
He didn't want to watch his mother continue making mistakes.
"They say daughters are like birds that can't stay at home once they grow up, and the same goes for sons. You've finally reached your rebellious phase. Your mother is both pleased with your growth and saddened by your rebellion."
Tsukikage Yagyū stood up, the black liquid on his right arm bulging again, from which emerged a boy of about seven or eight years old. "Jin, help me teach this rebellious son a lesson."
Jin patted the black liquid off his body, opened his eyes, revealing empty eye sockets, and said, "Hi."
Tsukikage Yagyū turned and left the hall, feeling somewhat reluctant to witness her son being abused.
"Wait a minute," Ichirō Yagyū called out.
With a single step, his small body exuded a powerful aura, like a tiger pouncing from the shadows. He came with a gust of wind and swung his tiny Riot Games.
Ichirō Yagyū blocked with both hands.
Bang!
With a loud bang, the Reiatsu collided with each other, and Ichirō Yagyū's face flushed red, as if he were drunk. He took three steps back, and the ground cracked under his feet.
He forced himself to swallow the blood.
Jin fell to the ground, saying calmly, "Your opponent is me. Please do not disturb Lord Yagyū."
"Damn it." Ichirō Yagyū watched his mother disappear into a passage, gritted his teeth, and decided to deal with this Jin first, then go talk to his mother.
The impact of Reiatsu could be felt even in the passageway; Tsukikage Yagyū didn't need to look to know that his son was at a disadvantage.
"Sigh." She sighed softly, then quickly composed herself. Her son had gone astray because he had lacked his mother's guidance for too long.
As long as they are brought back and properly educated, they can still get back on the right track.
As she pondered those questions, she walked deeper into the stronghold.
Unlike Ichirō Yagyū, it would be unwise for Soi Fon to release him in the main hall so Soi Fon.
She wasn't afraid Soi Fon would escape, but she was afraid that the commotion from their fight would be too great and would destroy her carefully built base and the stolen treasures.
For the sake of the safety of her property, she decided to release Soi Fon from the deepest part of the prison and give him a good lesson.
After all, they've caught a captain who's hard to capture, so they can't be killed easily.
Tsukikage Yagyū stepped into the depths of the prison, a space of utter darkness.
Her long silver hair gradually lit up, and she continued walking forward until she reached the rack with handcuffs. Black liquid writhed on her right arm, revealing a petite figure.
She slammed the handcuffs on.
Soi Fon tried to avoid it, but the surrounding darkness pressed down on her like layers of solid liquid.
I can't exert my strength for the time being.
The brief obstruction caused the handcuffs to tighten on his right wrist, his Reiatsu suddenly weakened, and his limbs became powerless. "Damn it."
She stared wide-eyed.
"Welcome to my castle, Second Division Captain, Soi Fon."
A smile appeared on Tsukikage Yagyū's face. "You really are adorable, especially your eyes."
At this moment, outside the base, Shiraishi sensed a familiar Reiatsu emanating from within. He neither waited any longer nor chose to Shikai.
At this moment, all he wanted was to crush the enemy in one fell swoop with overwhelming force.
Bankai, Mukai: Crimson Lotus Hellfire!