The Unforgiven in Shinigami, Chapter 70: Even When No One Pays Attention, We Must Fight Silently. (The alarm sounds.)
Shūhei Hisagi was still eating lunch at the station. There was a plate of mackerel on the table, with large pieces of fish bones and spines piled up on the side, and he had half a bottle of ice-cold beer.
His work at the Pantheon was similar to that of the previous Ninth Division: printing books, publishing weekly magazines, and arresting troublemaking Arrancar.
For example, minor incidents such as drunken Arrancar and online-to-offline PvP battles fall under his jurisdiction.
Over the years, Shūhei Hisagi has come to see through the world that Captain Tōsen was willing to give his life to create.
It is even more evil than the previous Soul Society.
The enlightenment achieved through thought and manipulation of life and death can no longer be called enlightenment; it can only be described as evil disguised as enlightenment.
Captain Tōsen was definitely deceived by Aizen.
Knowing this, Shūhei Hisagi still did not choose to resist directly. He was outnumbered and outmatched, and rashly raising the banner of rebellion would undoubtedly send the Shinigami of the Ninth Division to their deaths.
Hearing the beeping alarm, he quickly dropped the knife, wiped his mouth with his hand, picked up the Zanpakuto on the table, and jumped out of the window.
Reaching the rooftop, he gazed into the distance. From the palace of the Fourth Espada, a dark shadow could be faintly visible. Could that Reiatsu be Captain-Commander Yamamoto?
Shūhei Hisagi's eyes lit up with surprise. Despite harboring feelings for the Shinigami all these years, he had never been able to contact Kisuke Urahara and the others.
So much so that he was completely unaware of the recent series of actions, yet he still realized that now was the time to retaliate.
Shūhei Hisagi didn't call anyone else; even he could easily lose his life in this war, let alone the soldiers below him—going up there would be suicide.
He leaped forward and ran across the rooftops.
The streets were deserted due to the large-scale exodus of the Arrancar people, and no one could be seen in the rows of Western-style buildings.
Shūhei Hisagi landed on the roof in front of him, and Tong Kong suddenly enlarged, leaping to the side.
Boom!
The roof was smashed open from below, and amidst the rubble and thick dust, a tall, muscular figure leaped out and landed on the edge of the roof. "In the name of God, I demand a fair duel with you."
Shūhei Hisagi was somewhat surprised and looked up at the Arrancar above him.
The man had a long face, thick lips, light brown skin, an orange afro, prominent cheekbones, and a square black beard on his chin.
The bone mask on his forehead looked similar to star-shaped goggles.
"No. 107, Gantenbainne Moskeda."
"Correct answer."
Gantenbainne replied with a booming voice, "Your rebellion has long been seen through by the gods. I am ordered to annihilate you, Shūhei Hisagi."
His expression was serious. These were all top Espada eliminated, their strength considerable, especially the guy in front of him, known for his power. "I don't understand what you're saying, I just heard the alarm and ordered an operation."
"Stop making excuses, you clearly want to support those Shinigami."
Gantenbainne shook his head, clearly convinced of his own thoughts.
"Then there's nothing we can do." Seeing that he couldn't get past the lake, Shūhei Hisagi Shunpo and swung his sword first.
Don't let his honest appearance fool you; Shin'uchi out, he wouldn't hesitate to use some underhanded tactics to take down his enemies.
Gantenbainne was already on guard, but he didn't avoid it. He was the kind of power-type fighter who liked to defeat his enemies with brute force.
Lightning flashed between the brass knuckles, "Boxing."
He roared, and invisible waves of air surged forth, like Riot Games pounding forward.
One strike can unleash a hundred blows.
Perhaps this name is more appropriate: swinging a heavy punch at supersonic speed, incorporating the air into the Riot Games's attack, thus creating a combo.
All the scenery was distorted into a muddy lake.
Unable to see through it with his eyes, Shūhei Hisagi could only rely on his Spiritual Sense, wielding his sword with both hands and slashing down fiercely.
Boom! The blade struck the bull-horn brass knuckles precisely, but the fist couldn't block the substantial Riot Games, which landed on Shūhei Hisagi's body with a series of "thuds."
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Shūhei Hisagi didn't retreat. He pulled his twin swords down, and blood gushed from his Riot Games.
"Haha," Gantenbainne laughed wildly upon seeing blood, his fighting spirit ignited, and he kicked forward.
Shūhei Hisagi retaliated with a kick.
Bang!
The air exploded, the red tiles on the roof shattered, and the two of them were sent flying backward.
Gantenbainne, barely managing to stop his retreat, burst into wild laughter. "Haha, interesting! Let me crush you with all my might!"
"Come on, Dragra!"
A pale whirlwind suddenly arose and then dissipated, leaving behind a huge white seashell covering his shoulders and arms, with a long tail trailing behind.
The hands are shaped like a dragon.
This is his Resurrección stance, "Let's have a pleasant battle!"
"A pleasant battle? I can't do that. The thought of fighting someone and possibly dying terrifies me."
"Huh? What are you talking about now?"
Gantenbainne looked completely bewildered. "If you're so scared, why are you even fighting?"
Someone once told me that only those who are filled with fear are qualified to wield a sword.
Shūhei Hisagi answered earnestly.
"Boring." Gantenbainne pulled down his star-studded goggles, clasped his hands together, and raised his Reiatsu to its limit, condensing it into a sphere between his hands. He piously said, "My lord, please forgive us."
Golden light shot forward in a fan shape, and the buildings blocking the way instantly crumbled.
Faster than Cero, with Cero stronger Reiatsu, capable of destroying everything—this is his strongest technique, Dragon Filial Piety Fist.
"Yes, a lot of people say I'm boring."
"?" Gantenbainne raised his goggles, he saw a black figure within the turbulent Reishi. "Why aren't you dead?"
"I'm probably just a little bit better than you."
Shūhei Hisagi gripped the Shikai Kazeshini in both hands; it was two double-headed, spinning scythes linked together by a chain, slender in an S-shape, with an arc similar to a silver crescent blade.
He disliked the appearance of his Zanpakuto in its Shikai form; it was too bloodthirsty and did not align with Captain Tōsen's teachings or his sense of justice.
"What a boastful talker." Gantenbainne suddenly Sonído and threw a powerful punch forward with his right hand.
Shūhei Hisagi his Kazeshini sword to meet the attack, slicing through Gantenbainne's proud Riot Games and the hard shell armor on his arm as easily as cutting tofu, and finally severing his head with a silky smooth motion.
So fast that Gantenbainne was unaware of death, his expression still frozen in the ferocity of the attack.
Shūhei Hisagi breathed a sigh of relief, then heard a sharp whooshing sound and dodged with Shunpo.
The headless corpse of Gantenbainne was sliced open by a round blade, then spun back by a thin, elastic rope, landing on a knife hilt. "I was startled; I thought that guy was going to steal the credit I was about to get."
Shūhei Hisagi frowned slightly and said, " Cirucci Sandavichi, are you here to stop me too?"
"Nonsense, rebels only die."
She replied haughtily.
Shūhei Hisagi remained silent for a moment, his face slightly flushed, "If you're wearing a short skirt, don't stand so tall."
Cirucci's fierce gaze faltered, and she subconsciously glanced at the short skirt. From this height and angle, Tong Kong's eyes widened instantly. "I'm going to kill you!"