The Unforgiven from Shinigami
Tsunayashiro Tokinada smiled.
Kill Ginjiro, feign injury, and have the doorman present documents for Yushiro to sign.
These are all interconnected.
The goal was to create conditions that prevented Yushiro from observing closely.
He understood that Yushiro appeared gentle and had a somewhat girlish temperament.
They are very dedicated to their work.
In non-special circumstances, one will definitely examine the documents carefully, and in that case, the superficial pretense will be exposed.
His little tricks could only fool Yushiro if he wasn't looking closely.
The document bearing Yushiro's signed order has now been handed over to Uchida by his trusted confidant Kiyama.
Through his planning, Uchida harbored a deep dislike for the 6th Division. Upon receiving orders from Yushiro, he would definitely lead the Gold Seal Unit to deal with the 6th Division under the pretext of suppressing a rebellion.
Of course, he couldn't slow down on his end.
" Yushiro, you are an honored guest and are qualified to participate in our festival ceremony. Please come inside; I still need to greet the others outside."
Tsunayashiro Tokinada, and then led Yushiro toward the path leading to the back mountain.
Three masked guards dressed in black followed closely behind.
Tsunayashiro Tokinada began the next phase of the plan.
His fox-like eyes swept over the nobles in the front yard, a smirk playing on his lips. "Let them be the witnesses."
"Everyone, our Tsunayashiro Clan has recently recovered our ancestral Zanpakuto, Enrakyōten. I wonder if any of you would be interested in seeing it?"
If it were just Zanpakuto, no matter how powerful, the nobles wouldn't be interested. But since the user of this Zanpakuto was the ancestor of the Tsunayashiro Clan, that was an exception.
Nobles revere the glory of their ancestors and use this to determine their difference from commoners.
He was naturally very interested in the sword of the Tsunayashiro Clan's ancestor.
Tsunayashiro Tokinada and had his servants bring out the Enrakyōten, which was covered with a red cloth.
The nobles emerged from the room, their eyes fixed on it, and even the servants craned their necks in anticipation.
The Enrakyōten has been stolen for many years.
It caused a great sensation in aristocratic circles at the time, but unexpectedly, it was found and brought back quietly.
Tsunayashiro Tokinada lifted the red cloth, revealing a seemingly unremarkable Zanpakuto, which drew gasps of amazement from the nobles.
"As expected of the sword of the Tsunayashiro Clan's ancestor, its simple patterns exude the unique luxury of nobility."
"The colors aren't vibrant, yet they're memorable."
"Truly befitting a nobleman's sword."
Tsunayashiro Tokinada almost burst out laughing, but he had to suppress the mocking smile as he reached out and pulled out the Enrakyōten.
"Sipping from the four seas, dwelling at the ends of the earth, encompassing all things, overwriting and cutting, Enrakyōten."
He uttered a Shikai in a low voice, making sure no one else could hear him, and the blade of the Enrakyōten gleamed with a blue light, catching everyone's eye.
A cracking sound rang in everyone's ears. They looked around, wondering whose mirror had broken.
Little did they know, they had all fallen into Kyōka Suigetsu.
Tsunayashiro's ancestral Zanpakuto, Enrakyōten, allows its wielder to use any Shikai he has ever seen, at the cost of shortening his own lifespan.
The last time Aizen used Kyōka Suigetsu, he saw through its true power, which also allowed him to copy Kyōka Suigetsu's abilities.
Haha, the purpose of this ability is to do evil.
Tsunayashiro Tokinada believed that nothing could better conceal one's sins than Kyōka Suigetsu.
He looked towards the back mountain and guessed that Yushiro should have arrived by now.
That scene was quite amusing, wasn't it?
Behind the mountain, the ancestral hall of the Tsunayashiro Clan.
Yushiro walked through a bamboo forest and onto a moon-white plaza, where a magnificent palace stood, with golden tiles and vermilion pillars, inlaid with numerous jewels, and painted with gold to depict a series of grand scenes.
"Strange," a hint of doubt flashed across his chocolate-black face. There was no one outside the temple, and the door was tightly shut.
Are the festival ceremonies of the Tsunayashiro Clan different from those of the Shihoin Clan?
After thinking for a moment, he stepped forward and knocked on the door. "I am Yushiro Shihōin Sakimune, invited to attend the festival ceremony."
The door didn't respond.
The three guards glanced at it.
"My lord, something's wrong. There's no Reiatsu coming from inside."
"There should be a barrier that isolates Reiatsu."
Yushiro shook his head, thinking his subordinate was overthinking things. This was the residence of the Tsunayashiro Clan; what could possibly happen here?
He reached out and pushed the door open.
The heavy door creaked open, and a strong, pungent smell of blood wafted out.
He pushed it open with all his might, and saw inside the temple, layers upon layers of corpses, men and women, old and young, the nobles' silks and satins stained with blood, losing their former luxury.
"What, what's going on?!"
Yushiro stared in disbelief and shouted, "Hey, is anyone still alive?"
The sound echoed through the main hall.
No one answered.
The Tsunayashiro Clan, the head of the Four Great Noble Clans, was almost wiped out. Who had the ability to do such a thing?
Yushiro's head was buzzing, and he felt his hands and feet were ice-cold. His dilated pupils suddenly narrowed. "Is it you?"
Nine assassins emerged from the bamboo forest, dressed in black and masked, with swords at their waists. Their eyes were cold and indifferent; they were all adopted sons secretly raised by the Tsunayashiro Clan.
Hired secretly by Tsunayashiro Tokinada, he has only one mission: to kill Yushiro Shihōin, who is participating in the festival ceremony.
Assassins don't mince words, so they drew their swords and charged.
Yushiro's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He didn't say anything more, and with a Shunpo, his Reiatsu increased abruptly.
His sharp right fist pierced the chest of the first man like a drill, sending flesh and blood flying backward. He then snatched the knife and brutally chopped off the head of the man on the side.
Only when the blood splattered on the gold leaf of his suit did he realize what was happening, and hurriedly shouted, "We must spare their lives!"
We can't kill them all.
Otherwise, with no one to testify, he might be wrongly accused of the murder.
It was a little too late; of the nine assassins, six were dead, and only three were captured.
Wait a minute, with this level of combat strength, how could they possibly have killed so many members of the Tsunayashiro Clan without them being able to fight back?
Yushiro's doubts deepened, yet he couldn't explain them. His immediate priority was to find Tsunayashiro Tokinada and discuss what to do.
"Go to the front yard." He thought for a moment, then decided not to hide anything and to explain to everyone what had happened openly.
If they try to cover it up, it could easily escalate into him conspiring with Tokinada to murder Tsunayashiro's family.
He didn't want to bear that crime.
They returned to the front yard, where many nobles had gathered.
" Tokinada, something terrible has happened! The Tsunayashiro Clan of the temple has been killed!"
The nobles in the front courtyard all showed expressions of surprise and retreated in unison.
This reaction is normal.
The abnormal thing is, why stay away from him?
Yushiro was somewhat puzzled.
What the nobles heard was, "I've killed everyone in the Tsunayashiro Clan, and anyone who doesn't submit to the Shihoin Clan must die!"
They were filled with suspicion and uncertainty, unable to understand what had gotten into Yushiro.
At this moment, a large amount of Reiatsu began to collide, and the Gold Seal Unit and the 6th Division officially engaged in battle.
No sound can be heard here, but the intense Reiatsu of the collision can be felt.
" Yushiro! You heartless bastard, do you think you can control everything?"
Tsunayashiro Tokinada held the Enrakyōten in his hand, shouting angrily, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.