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Just as Sōgo Shihoin was making great strides in Soul Society, causing a complete upheaval, in the Soul Society, World of the Living Ichigo Kurosaki followed in Shinji Hirako's footsteps and arrived at the Visored ' secret base, in front of what appeared to be an abandoned factory.
However, this was not the real abandoned factory. This factory was just a cover. When Ichigo Kurosaki and Shinji Hirako entered the abandoned factory, the true appearance of this long-abandoned factory was finally revealed to Ichigo Kurosaki.
It was a vast, boundless wasteland, a desolate and ruined world composed of endless sand dunes and mounds!
In this dilapidated world, several people with distinct appearances, some standing and some sitting, quietly observed Ichigo Kurosaki as he walked in through the main gate.
"Artist, thug, biker gang member, elementary school student... delinquent girl, high school girl... boxer?"
What on earth is all this?
Ichigo Kurosaki's gaze swept over Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi, Shinji Hirako Love Aikawa, Mashiro Kuna, Hiyori Sarugaki, Lisa Yadōmaru, and Kensei Muguruma, Visored member who would always be dragged out and repeatedly mocked whenever a power contest was needed, with a slight twitch at the Kensei Muguruma of his eye.
Welcome to our world, Ichigo Kurosaki!
On behalf of the Visored behind him, Shinji Hirako greeted Ichigo Kurosaki.
"So what kind of organization is this?"
"Why are there still elementary school students involved? Is this organization even legal?"
"Are you sure it's not some weird pyramid scheme?!"
Ichigo Kurosaki looked at Shinji Hirako with an extremely suspicious gaze, suspecting that Shinji Hirako was setting a trap for him.
"Huh? Who's the delinquent girl? Baldy!"
"I think you're tired of living!"
When Hiyori Sarugaki heard Ichigo Kurosaki call her a "little delinquent," her expression changed drastically. Her displeasure intensified, and she roared angrily, looking as if she was about to give Ichigo Kurosaki a good beating.
"Forehead..."
"Although some of our members are indeed a bit strange, Ichigo Kurosaki-kun, please believe us. We are truly good people."
Shinji Hirako glanced at the ferocious, beast-like Hiyori Sarugaki, then helplessly turned to Ichigo Kurosaki and began to speak.
"A good person..."
Ichigo Kurosaki twitched slightly. After hearing Shinji Hirako's words, he felt... that the Visored were even more unreliable!
" Shinji Hirako, you bald guy! Who are you calling a weird member?"
Hiyori Sarugaki heard Shinji Hirako's meaningful words, she frowned deeply, feeling that she had been insulted by Shinji Hirako.
"Go to hell, you bald man!"
Hiyori Sarugaki was always the type to take revenge immediately. She took off her slippers and threw them at Shinji Hirako.
"Clatter~"
With a crisp sound, the slipper that Hiyori Sarugaki threw hit Shinji Hirako squarely on the head.
"Ouch, that hurts!"
Shinji Hirako gently rubbed his head, which had the Explode by Hiyori Sarugaki, and let out a painful groan.
"Serves you right, you bald guy!"
"You deserved to get hit on the head!"
Looking at Hiyori Sarugaki's pained expression, Shinji Hirako laughed, a truly joyful laugh. Shinji Hirako Hiyori Sarugaki's source of happiness.
I'm angry!
Shinji Hirako's eyes twitched slightly. As the face of the Visored, Hiyori Sarugaki was showing him no respect in front of outsiders. Where was he supposed to put his face?!
"Ha?!"
Hiyori Sarugaki heard that Shinji Hirako dared to get angry, she was immediately displeased. She leaped up and kicked Shinji Hirako in the head, which was shining golden in the sunlight.
"It hurts!"
Shinji Hirako rubbed his head, wincing slightly as he spoke.
He hadn't expected this crazy girl to give him a flying kick, and he was momentarily annoyed.
"If you keep doing that... I'm going to fight back!"
Shinji Hirako turned around, looked directly into Hiyori Sarugaki's eyes, and spoke in a cold voice.
"Fight back?!"
Hiyori Sarugaki tossed her slippers up into her hand, then picked them up and started hitting Shinji Hirako.
"Don't push me!"
"Don't push me!"
"I'm really going to fight back, so don't push me!"
Shinji Hirako kept retreating, shouting loudly as he went.
"I'm going to force you! I want to see what you can do! You bald guy!"
Hiyori Sarugaki pressed closer, showing no intention of letting Shinji Hirako go here.
As for the others around them, they all watched the two of them bickering as if it were nothing out of the ordinary, showing no intention of stopping them and letting them play around.
"Forehead..."
Looking at the indifferent crowd and the bickering Shinji Hirako and Hiyori Sarugaki, Ichigo Kurosaki suddenly felt an urge to go straight home.
" Ichigo Kurosaki?"
Just as Ichigo Kurosaki was silently watching Hiyori Sarugaki, who was constantly bickering with Shinji Hirako, and Shinji Hirako, who was being beaten up by Hiyori, feeling his heart pounding and beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, and taking small steps back, a sturdy figure appeared behind Ichigo Kurosaki Ichigo Kurosaki, blocking his last escape route.
"Who are you?!"
Ichigo Kurosaki turned around and looked at the man behind him, who was wearing a gym vest and had perfectly proportioned muscles like an ancient Greek sculpture, looking like a fitness instructor, and asked.
" Kensei Muguruma! Nice to meet you!"
The man with a strong, muscular physique shook hands firmly with Ichigo Kurosaki and introduced himself.
" Kensei Muguruma?!"
Ichigo Kurosaki paused slightly upon hearing the name of the man in front of him, Kensei Muguruma. He felt that the name was somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place it.
"Um!"
" Ichigo Kurosaki, don't let those two idiots mislead you about our entire organization. We're not the silly organization you imagine; we're a qualified and professional organization."
"Throughout the entire Three Realms, no one understands Hollowfication better than us!"
Kensei Muguruma was brimming with confidence. If one had to assign a level to his Hollowfication, then without a doubt, his Hollowfication was at least at the Muguruma level!
"Hahaha..."
After hearing Kensei Muguruma's words, Ichigo Kurosaki smiled awkwardly. He realized that none of these people were mentally sound; everyone had some kind of problem with their brains.
That's true. Who would join an organization that looks like it must have something wrong with its head?
Of all the people who join this organization, who isn't mentally unstable?
nerve!!!
"Alright, Ichigo Kurosaki, although many things happened on our journey, things that shouldn't have happened."
"But... these are all minor matters, unimportant little things. Let's quickly move on to the next steps!"
Shinji Hirako walked up to Ichigo Kurosaki with his head held high and began to speak.
"Um, are you really sure you don't need to go to the hospital?"
"Your head... is bleeding profusely!"
Ichigo Kurosaki pointed at Shinji Hirako's head, from which blood was continuously oozing out, and reminded him.
Haha... it's okay~
"I'm already used to it."
Upon hearing this, Shinji Hirako gently touched the wound on his head, which had been pierced by a spiked club and was bleeding profusely like a small fountain of blood, and burst into laughter.
Have we gotten used to it?
"Your daily life is really... well... how should I put it? Should I say pitiful? But you seem to enjoy it! But... it's impossible for me to say I'm envious. Unfortunately, I'm not a perverted masochist like you."
Ichigo Kurosaki stroked his chin, his eyes fixed on Shinji Hirako Shinji Hirako, scrutinizing his entire body, and finally concluding that Shinji Hirako was actually a perverted masochist.
"Huh? A perverted masochist?!"
What the hell is that?
Shinji Hirako felt his reputation was in jeopardy, and he had to talk to Ichigo Kurosaki about whether or not he was a perverted masochist.
"No need to explain."
Just as Shinji Hirako was about to have a serious talk with Ichigo Kurosaki, a woman dressed in a sailor uniform, slender and beautiful, with delicate glasses perched on her nose, who had been reading a book since Ichigo Kurosaki entered, giving off an air of a cultured young woman, walked up behind Shinji Hirako Shinji Hirako, kicked her, sending her tumbling, and then stomped on her face, rubbing it Shinji Hirako.
Hehehehe... Pink...
Shinji Hirako, who had been kicked to the ground, was furious. He was determined to teach the fool who dared to lay a hand on him a lesson. However, when those delicate feet stepped on his face and exposed the beautiful scenery under his skirt, his anger was extinguished instantly, like a nuclear weapon encountering Boruto.
"Ah... it's a masochist..."
Those present, watching Shinji Hirako's face as she relentlessly trampled on the high school-girl-looking woman, simultaneously came to a conclusion.
"Cough cough cough..."
"Anyway, let's be serious, forget everything that just happened... and start afresh."
A moment later, Shinji Hirako, looking completely satisfied, addressed the crowd with utterly unconvincing words.
Okay~
Ichigo Kurosaki replied listlessly to Shinji Hirako; the fact that he even bothered to reply was already a show of Shinji Hirako Shinji Hirako.
Why are you all ignoring me? Are you trying to disrespect me?!
Shinji Hirako felt a pang of dissatisfaction when he saw that only Ichigo Kurosaki had responded to him; he felt he had lost face in front of his group of friends.
"Your dignity was just crushed to pieces under Lisa Yadōmaru's feet!"
Everyone looked at Shinji Hirako and said in unison.
"..."
"Would you believe me if I said it was an accident?"
Shinji Hirako rubbed his swollen and aching temples; for the first time, he felt the pain of being alive.
"No explanation needed, I understand! We all understand!"
Love Aikawa patted Shinji Hirako on the shoulder with a "brother, I understand" expression.
"No, no, no, you clearly don't understand! You jerk!"
Looking at the knowing look in Love Aikawa's eyes, Shinji Hirako felt like his head was about to explode.
" Ichigo Kurosaki, let's begin training!"
After standing there for a while, Shinji Hirako seemed to have forgotten what had happened before. He looked at Ichigo Kurosaki and began to speak.
"This guy is trying to skip over the topic."
"He chickened out!"
"You do not say?!"
The members of the Visored watched Shinji Hirako's ridiculous entrance and laughed at him. They mocked Shinji Hirako Shinji Hirako his pathetic, blond-haired loser appearance.
She's just a loser; losers have no dignity whatsoever...
" Ichigo Kurosaki, don't listen to these people, don't let them influence you."
Shinji Hirako felt extremely embarrassed at this moment, but as long as he pretended not to be embarrassed, then in the end, it wouldn't be him who was embarrassed, but everyone else.
However... Shinji Hirako underestimated the shamelessness of his companions who had been with him day and night for hundreds of years. Each of his companions had such thick skin that it was like a barrier separating the Soul King Palace from the Soul Society, truly exceeding his imagination.
At this moment, the members of the Visored all looked at Shinji Hirako with smiles on their faces, as if they were watching amusement.
" Ichigo Kurosaki, Bankai!"
Unable to withstand the pressure from everyone's gazes any longer, Shinji Hirako gave an order to Ichigo Kurosaki.
" Bankai?!"
"If Bankai, I'll just lose control."
Upon hearing Shinji Hirako's words, Ichigo Kurosaki's expression changed drastically. He dared not perform Bankai in front of everyone, fearing that he would once again be influenced by his instincts and eventually become a machine that only knew how to kill.
"Don't worry, Ichigo Kurosaki!"
"With us here, you can't turn the world upside down!"
"Even if... you eventually lose consciousness and become a killing machine that only knows how to kill, we swear here that we will keep you here permanently and prevent you from going out to harm others."
Shinji Hirako watched Ichigo Kurosaki speak intently.
"Yeah?!"
"In that case... thank you for your trouble."
After hearing Shinji Hirako's words, Ichigo Kurosaki suddenly felt a sense of relief. He smiled gently and put his mind at ease.
Yes, Ichigo Kurosaki wasn't afraid of dying here; he was only afraid that his power would cause disaster. He didn't want his dreams to become reality. If he had to hurt his loved ones, he would rather die here than cause any trouble for others.
"Looks like you're all prepared, Ichigo Kurosaki!"
Shinji Hirako smiled slightly as he looked at Ichigo Kurosaki, whose gaze was gradually hardening.
"Ah! I was prepared all along!"
Ichigo Kurosaki took out his Soul Reaper badge, transformed into Soul Reaper in a split second, and drew his Zanpakuto from behind him!
" Bankai!"
In an instant, a jet-black Spiritual Pressure enveloped the entire training ground. As the raging, black flame-like Spiritual Pressure dissipated from Ichigo Kurosaki's body, a man in a black trench coat appeared before everyone's eyes. He was holding a katana with a swastika-shaped handle and a blade that emitted a chilling light.
" Tensa Zangetsu!"
Ichigo Kurosaki his katana and slowly recited his current form.
"That Spiritual Pressure!"
"This is incredible!"
The members of the Visored felt the explosive Spiritual Pressure emanating from Ichigo Kurosaki, and their expressions changed drastically!
The Spiritual Pressure that Ichigo Kurosaki was displaying at this moment was completely unlike what a Bankai who had just mastered Soul Reaper should possess. This overwhelming, ocean-like Spiritual Pressure was unmistakable! This Spiritual Pressure was at least at the level of Muguruma!
Kensei Muguruma: "..."
"I wasn't used as a combat power meter!"
Kensei Muguruma muttered to himself, although the Spiritual Pressure that Ichigo Kurosaki was unleashing was indeed the same as his own, he, Kensei Muguruma, absolutely refused to admit that he was a power meter and the gatekeeper of the squad leader.
" Muguruma... about six?!"
Shinji Hirako stroked his chin, silently muttering to himself.
"No, no, no, it must be at least seven cartloads."
As if hearing Shinji Hirako's thoughts, Mashiro Kuna shook his head repeatedly and said.
"Seven and a half carts! No, his Spiritual Pressure is still increasing; it's now heading towards eight carts!"
Love Aikawa's keen intuition detected that Ichigo Kurosaki's Spiritual Pressure was not constant, but was increasing at the speed of a rocket launch. Moreover, the Spiritual Pressure became stronger and more violent with each burst of Ichigo Kurosaki's power!
It is also increasingly moving away from the realm of Soul Reaper, heading towards the void.
"We're almost at the ninth carriage! And it's still increasing?!"
Lisa Yadōmaru looked at Ichigo Kurosaki with some surprise. She hadn't expected that Ichigo Kurosaki would have such enormous potential. Even she felt a bit of pressure from his overwhelming Spiritual Pressure.
"Eleven carts! Twelve carts! Thirteen carts..."
"It's impossible to stop!"
" Ichigo Kurosaki is going crazy!"
Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi, who usually appeared as an artist, lost his former elegance under the immense Spiritual Pressure of Ichigo Kurosaki, and his expression was tinged with fear.
"Hehehe?"
"Is it really as exaggerated as you all say? It's just a human being..."
Looking at the terrified expressions on everyone's faces, Hiyori Sarugaki chuckled softly and walked up to Ichigo Kurosaki.
"Hey? Are you alright, human?!"
Hiyori Sarugaki arrogantly patted Ichigo Kurosaki on the head, looking like a big boss beating up his little brother.
"..."
Faced with Hiyori's provocation, Ichigo Kurosaki remained silent, simply standing still. However... beneath that seemingly calm demeanor lay a hint of savage madness!
"Oh no! Hiyori, run!"
As the most experienced person present, Shinji Hirako's keen senses successfully detected a hint of madness in Ichigo Kurosaki quietly in place. In an instant, veins bulged on Shinji Hirako's forehead, and he roared madly!
"Huh?!"
Hiyori couldn't understand why Shinji Hirako was so impatient. She turned to the side and looked at the crazed Shinji Hirako with a hint of confusion in her eyes.
She couldn't understand what was causing Shinji Hirako's anxiety; she was perfectly safe...
"Roar!!!!"
At the same time, just as everyone was marveling at Ichigo Kurosaki's immense Spiritual Pressure, Ichigo Kurosaki, who had been silent all along but was constantly unleashing his Spiritual Pressure, finally moved!
With a deafening roar, a white bone mask covered his face, and his body was gradually covered by the snow-white bone material!
At the same time, a Hollow Hole was slowly forming in Ichigo Kurosaki's chest, growing larger and larger. Countless white substances were released from his chest, devouring Ichigo Kurosaki's body and also devouring the last bit of Ichigo Kurosaki within that body.
However, this wasn't the end. Ichigo Kurosaki, still in the process of Hollowfication, showed no sign of stopping to wait for the Hollowfication to complete. With his dark, crazed eyes, he looked around, laughing, constantly searching for something...
Finally, his gaze locked onto Hiyori Sarugaki, who was closest to him, and he suddenly attacked!
The Hollowfication Ichigo Kurosaki was like a wild beast, appearing in front of Hiyori in an instant and throwing a powerful punch!
"I'll die!"
Hiyori was completely stunned by the sudden punch. She fell to the ground with a thud. She knew that if she had been hit in the head, she would undoubtedly die, and die a horrible death.
"Null!"
Just as Hiyori collapsed to the ground, prepared to die on the spot.
Several figures appeared beside Hiyori with a whooshing sound, kicking up a cloud of dust...
After the smoke cleared, what appeared before Hiyori was Ichigo Kurosaki in his semi- Hollowfication state, who was being brutally pinned to the ground, and six Visored members with bone masks on their faces and sharp blades in their hands, who were completely pinning Ichigo Kurosaki down.
"Hey! What do you want, Ichigo Kurosaki?"
Riding on Ichigo Kurosaki's neck was Shinji Hirako resembling that of an ancient Egyptian pharaoh. He patted the head of the half- Hollowfication Ichigo Kurosaki and spoke with a smile.
"Move again and I'll kill you."
Controlling Ichigo Kurosaki's right hand is Lisa Yadōmaru. Her Hollowfication mask is cross-shaped, resembling a Western European knight's iron Visored.
"You can't afford to be dishonest!"
On Ichigo Kurosaki's left hand sits the petite Mashiro Kuna, whose Hollowfication mask resembles a locust, giving her a Kamen Rider -like appearance.
"Ugh... not elegant at all~"
On Ichigo Kurosaki's left leg sits Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi, who looks just like the Plague Doctor. Wearing that duckbill mask, his trendiness is off the charts... Strength is temporary, but coolness is forever!
"I wasn't used as a combat power meter!"
The one pressing down on Ichigo Kurosaki's right leg is our old acquaintance, Kensei Muguruma, the official combat power meter that always appears in the narration.
"Hey! Is this guy a monster?"
"Why do I feel like his power is still increasing?"
Finally, the person straddling Ichigo Kurosaki's lower back, suppressing the strength in Ichigo Kurosaki's waist, was none other than the strongest man in the entire Visored, Love Aikawa.
After all six Visored Hollowfication, the terrifying Spiritual Pressure of Kensei, fell upon Ichigo Kurosaki alone.
"Roar!!"
Damn it!
"That's incredible!"
"Depend on..."
However, what's astonishing is that Ichigo Kurosaki's Spiritual Pressure, along with his slowly growing horns, continues to increase, even to the point that... even forty or fifty cartloads of Visored can't suppress it! It's terrifying!
"Null!"
At this critical moment, a golden light enveloped Ichigo Kurosaki, stopping his Ichigo Kurosaki Hollowfication!
"Phew... thank goodness I'm not late."
A greasy, fat man, watching Ichigo Kurosaki being suppressed by his Kidō technique, slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
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