call.
The men from the Riteitai moved from the rooftop into the living room, knelt on one knee, and said, "Report, Captain-Commander, Punishment Force, who is in charge of monitoring West District Twenty-Six, has not sent any contact for more than half a minute."
"It's highly likely that Mad King Munemasa and Shiraishi's group have made contact!!"
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto opened his narrowed eyes. This day had finally come. "Send the 11th Division Kenpachi Zaraki and the 6th Division Byakuya Kuchiki to the West District Twenty-Six immediately."
Eighth Division Shunsui Kyōraku, Fifth Division Sōsuke Aizen, and Third Division Gin Ichimaru are ready to provide support.
"Yes." The Riteitai members disappeared from their spot.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto looked at the documents detailing the frequent thefts in his hand, his thoughts drifted to West District Twenty-Six.
Two thousand years have passed, and that guy's Bankai has undergone new changes.
Until the situation is clear, the only option is to send Kenpachi Zaraki, who hasn't learned his Shikai, and Byakuya Kuchiki, who can't use his Shikai, to fight.
"I hope everything goes well," Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto murmured.
West District Twenty-Six.
Kūkaku Shiba is decisive and never hesitates when it's time to act. Sensing the enemy's killing intent, she immediately strikes first, trying to move the battlefield away from there.
Munemasa saw through her thoughts. The Shiba Clan members were always so naive. In times of danger, they always thought of others first, and only then of their own safety.
The same thing happened that day in the sacrificial hall.
It's disgusting.
Munemasa kicked hard, and the woman's back collapsed like soft mud, flesh and blood gushing out. He kicked forward with his right foot, and the woman's head burned wildly at high speed, forming a fire meteor that flew up.
Kūkaku Shiba never expected this move, and hurriedly dodged it with Shunpo.
"Hahaha." Munemasa laughed loudly, stomping his foot hard on the ground. The shockwave spread outwards, and human bodies crumbled into pools of flesh and blood under the vibrations. "The people I want to kill, no one can save, including you."
As he finished speaking, he flew to Kūkaku Shiba, reached out and grabbed at his chest, wanting to dig out a beating heart from his soft chest.
Kūkaku Shiba used a long-distance Shunpo to land in a forest, shouting, " Hadō #33: Sōkatsui!"
She abandoned the incantation and used an intermediate-level Kidō. Blue-white light shone from her palm, and in the next instant, it burst forth to the left.
Boom!
A burst of blue and white light erupted, like a mountain rising from the ground, and most of the forest vanished. From the billowing dust, an arm reached out and grabbed her right wrist.
Kūkaku Shiba's pupils contracted, and he swiftly withdrew his right hand using a technique involving his collarbone, Shunpo back a hundred meters away.
The brief exchange made her realize that Munemasa's Shunpo and Hakuda were stronger than she had imagined.
That two-thousand-year gap was as if it never existed.
Munemasa strolled leisurely out of the dust, his long, dark green hair flying, his eyes Shindō, "Why didn't you run further away? At this close range, I only need to reach out to touch your heart."
His words were full of mockery, clearly indicating that he was enjoying the cat-and-mouse game.
"Try it if you dare," Kūkaku Shiba said coldly, using Shunpo to leave again and landing in a narrow valley.
The sunlight cannot reach the valley floor, and the shadows of the mountain peaks make this place extremely cool.
Kūkaku Shiba knew that the "cat" would arrive soon, "Scattered beast bones, spire, red crystal, steel wheels."
Movement is the wind, stillness is emptiness. The sound of spears clashing filled the empty city!
Hadō #63: Raikōhō!
She wasn't incapable of higher-level Kidō, but the incantation time was too long, far less swift than the Raikōhō.
She can complete the incantation for this Kidō in a second.
Golden Lightning Flash swirled between his palms.
She couldn't see anyone with her eyes, but her Spiritual Sense caught Munemasa's trajectory. She stopped suppressing the Raikōhō and released it directly forward.
" The Bakudo #81: Dankū."
Munemasa was very close, and within half a meter, he used the Dankū, sending a violent golden Lightning Flash crashing into the transparent defensive wall.
Boom!
Golden Lightning Flash spread out to both sides, causing the mountain peaks on both sides to explode. Amidst the earthquake, countless dust particles rose into the air.
Munemasa's lips curled up, his eyes sweeping over Kūkaku Shiba's body, starting with her mouth, tearing the beautiful woman apart bit by bit into the shape of a corncob.
This is his unique aesthetic.
The destruction of beautiful things, the killing of loved ones, the transformation from perfection to incompleteness—the poignant beauty of that process captivated him deeply.
Munemasa reached out to grab those moist lips, but a sudden chill spread from his back. He reacted quickly, pulled his hand away, and used his Shunpo to pass through the rubble on the right side of the mountain, emerging from the thick smoke and dust.
Under the scorching sun, that golden hue followed like a shadow.
The person wielding the sword was a silver-haired man with a dignified face, dressed in strange clothing, including a golden shirt wrapped around his waist even in the middle of summer.
"Haha." Munemasa laughed, his foot landing on the ground, and he used another Shunpo to circle behind her.
The golden blade was aimed straight at his brow, but his opponent seemed to have anticipated his next move, turning the blade around in advance, making it appear as if he was the one who was actively approaching the blade.
Munemasa's smile vanished. Such incredible swordsmanship was something he had never seen before in his life. " Bakudo #81, Dankū."
A transparent wall blocked my view.
Click.
A sound similar to a mirror shattering rang out, and the broken Dankū shattered in less than a second, its edge pausing slightly.
Munemasa did not let this good opportunity pass him by. With a slight movement of his waist, his bones became soft and yielding.
The Reiatsu piled up in layers, rising from the bottom up, like the waves of a rising tide, each wave stronger than the last.
At his peak, his body coiled like a snake, and his right hand lashed out, striking Shiraishi's face like a heavy cannon.
Two loud bangs were heard, the air was torn apart and the earth shattered, and mountains several miles away were blown apart.
Munemasa's face finally showed a hint of horror. He could understand dodging the Riot Games because of its speed, but how could it pass through his body?
Under his Bankai, no one should be able to use the Zanpakuto's abilities.
If it can be used, it means it's not the power of Zanpakuto.
But none of the Kidō or noble secret techniques he knew could accomplish such an absurd thing.
He didn't have time to figure out what was going on.
A chill ran down his spine as a golden, ring-shaped slash appeared, attempting to slice his head open.
In a flash, Munemasa didn't have time to think, turned around, and threw a punch forward.
With another deafening boom, blood splattered from the Riot Games. Munemasa leaped back several meters, his face grim, and said, "Boy, state your name."
Why ask so many questions of a dying man?
Shiraishi was radiant, with golden energy rising from his feet, making him look like Saiyan in a transformation.
With Infinity of his wrist, Wujin conjured up a tornado.
"Arrogant!" Munemasa was furious and decided to teach this junior a lesson. He charged forward, trying to break the tornado apart.
Upon touching the surface of the wind, he sensed something was wrong; he was uncontrollably swirling upwards, his limbs seemingly being pulled by the wind.
Last Breath!
Shiraishi unleashed his ultimate move and charged forward.