What Hollows consume becomes nourishment, fueling their growth, and the total amount of Reishi remains unchanged. Those killed by Soul Reaper Zanpakuto are directly transformed into Reishi and released into the flow... some go to the Soul Society, others descend to Hell...
So what would happen if someone were killed by Ikomikidomoe, who is both a Hollow and Zanpakuto?!
Mahito provided the answer...
"Where am I?!" When Mahito woke up, he found himself in an unfamiliar street, surrounded by something ancient and quaint, which piqued Mahito curiosity...
"That's strange, shouldn't I be dead?" the Mahito wondered. "Could it be that I'm not dead, or perhaps this is actually a cursed afterlife?! Hahahaha... What a joke?!"
Mahito walked freely through the streets, intending to find a kind passerby and ask them something...
After walking through the streets for a while, the Mahito saw a man dressed in a black samurai outfit. The Mahito smiled slightly at the man and walked up to him, intending to interrogate the human in front of him directly.
However, to everyone's surprise, as the Mahito approached, the man immediately sensed it.
"Huh?!" The man dressed in black samurai attire paled in surprise upon seeing the Mahito, and drew his katana. " Ryoka! How did you get into Seireitei?!"
" Ryoka?!" The Mahito was stunned. "No, I was just a kind-hearted person..."
Before Mahito could think further, the samurai's sword had already slashed Mahito palm... But Mahito remained calm, because physical attacks were harmless to him...
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" The moment the Mahito's arm was slashed by the samurai's sword, bright red blood flowed out. He... was injured!
"How is this possible?!" The Mahito couldn't believe it...
The Mahito believe that the soul is born before the body, and that the shape of the body is influenced by the shape of the soul.
Therefore, Mahito's techniques allow him to touch anyone's soul and freely change its shape, thereby achieving the effect of transforming the physical body.
Under normal circumstances, Mahito can use their innate techniques to forcibly maintain the shape of their soul from changing...
In this way, no matter what kind of injury Mahito's body suffers, it will recover to its original state under the guidance of their soul. This makes attacks on the body meaningless to Mahito; only attacks targeting their soul can truly harm Mahito...
As for attacks that can harm the soul, to be Mahito, I've only encountered one person so far: the unknown, gigantic, Special Grade Cursed Spirit that swallowed me whole...
And at this moment, some nobody henchman actually managed to injure him with a knife. This is just too ridiculous...
The Mahito panicked, the Mahito was scared, so the Mahito ran away...
" The Ryoka!" However, the black-clad samurai behind him continued their relentless pursuit, shouting and summoning a group of black-clad samurai wielding katana to chase after him...
"My God!" The Mahito looked behind him at the samurai, each wielding a weapon capable of harming him, and panicked... This world is too absurd...
"Don't run!"
"Damn Ryoka!"
"Stop right there!"
A group of samurai followed closely behind the Mahito, relentlessly pursuing him.
"Come here quickly, Mahito..." Just as Mahito didn't know where to run, a strange creature with a volcano-like head waved at Mahito.
" Jogo! Jogo-chan, you're not dead?!" The Mahito looked at the person and his eyes lit up with joy. It was none other than Jogo, who had been killed!
"I thought I was dead too," Jogo pulled Mahito behind a wall and whispered, "But when I woke up, I was here."
Where am I?!
" Jogo, don't be scared."
The Mahito held Jogo's hand and spoke earnestly.
"Don't worry, we're all cursed, I won't be scared."
Jogo nodded. As a powerful curse, he would never be intimidated.
"I'm telling you... anyone here can attack me..."
"They were all carrying strange weapons, weapons that could directly attack me."
"You know Jogo, right? Physical attacks are ineffective against me, but these people's attacks are all effective against me... Do you know what that means?!"
" Jogo, this means these people's attacks... are all attacks on the soul, it's terrifying..."
The Mahito, holding the Jogo, continued to preach.
"Pfft, hahahahaha..." Jogo couldn't help but burst out laughing upon hearing this.
"You laughed, didn't you?!" The Mahito frowned as he looked at Jogo was laughing wildly.
"No, I won't laugh. I've received professional training and I generally don't laugh unless... I can't help it."
Jogo waved his hand, indicating that he would not laugh at Mahito.
"Tell me, what's so special about these people who attacked you?!"
Jogo asked, feigning confusion.
"They're not special, it's not a matter of being special or not; they're the kind of people whose situation is indescribable, just very peculiar. To be honest, I think we're living in a world where Cursed Technique is highly developed. Those warriors—no, everyone in this world is Cursed Technique!"
" This Jogo bad! This isn't the world of curses, this is... the world of Cursed Technique!"
The Mahito understands this world through his own lens. Based on his thought process and knowledge, he believes his world is entirely ruled by Cursed Technique —a terrifying prospect!
"Pfft, hahaha..."
Jogo couldn't help but burst into laughter upon hearing this.
"You... no, I've put up with you for a long time."
The Mahito pointed at the Jogo with his finger and spoke angrily.
"Um, I got slashed too."
"Uh... no, I mean you're wrong. This isn't the world of Cursed Technique; this is the world of souls."
"The ones who hurt you weren't Cursed Technique, but Soul Reaper. Those wielding swords weren't Cursed Technique, but Soul Reaper. The weapons they used to cut you weren't cursed tools, but Zanpakuto! Weapons specifically designed to deal with souls. So, Mahito, you'll be hurt by those attacks." Jogo seemed to know a lot, and he rambled on and on, explaining a great deal to Mahito.
" Soul Reaper?!"
"The world of the soul?"
" Zanpakuto?!"
"What is all this nonsense?!"
"And... Jogo, how do you know so much about this world?!"
"Could it be that you Jogo..."
"They've been in this world for a long time and have achieved a certain status?!"
The Mahito looked at the Jogo with excitement and began to preach.
"Haha... who knows?!" Jogo suddenly lowered his head, a sinister smile creeping across his face. "How do I know these things?! And how did I survive in front of a bunch of monsters? The answer is..."
"I've turned him into a zombie!" A man wearing a strange doll-like headgear and a white haori appeared beside the Mahito, revealing his yellowish-brown teeth and grinning maliciously.
"Scare..."
The Mahito was startled by the strange person who suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Who are you?!" the Mahito asked, staring at the strange man. "And what did you do to Jogo?!"
"Hahahaha..." The strange man burst into laughter, "My name is Mayuri Kurotsuchi Seireitei, and I'm the captain of the Twelfth Division of the Gotei 13..."
" The Gotei 13?!" The Mahito pondered, "Really?! Are there thirteen monsters like you in this world?!"
The Mahito was a master of the study of souls, so he immediately recognized the difference between this man and the others. This man... in terms of soul quality, the immense presence he possessed far surpassed that of the ordinary black-clad warriors he had encountered before. The Mahito had only felt this way with one person before: the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna. No, perhaps the soul quality of this man was even higher than Ryomen Sukuna's!? Perhaps...
The Mahito even doubted whether his own Cursed Technique had any effect on the man before him...
"Thirteen?!" Mayuri Kurotsuchi frowned. "You actually said there are thirteen people like me?! Are you kidding me? A genius like me is of course one of a kind."
"I am Mayuri Kurotsuchi, the one and only captain of the Twelfth Division in the entire Seireitei." Mayuri Kurotsuchi repeatedly emphasized his uniqueness, "No one else can compare to me, they are simply not comparable to me in essence!"
"Ah... this guy is insane!" Mahito finally understood that the guy in front of him was a lunatic, a complete madman, someone who was impossible to communicate with.
"I'm outta here..." That's what the Mahito thought, preparing to run away...
"Hey! Now that you've discovered the Ryoka, why don't you just take control of it..." Just as Mahito was about to escape, a figure suddenly appeared beside Mahito. The person was wearing a white haori, had decorations on his head that Mahito couldn't understand, and a silk scarf that looked very expensive around his neck. His aura was even Mayuri Kurotsuchi's!
"This guy..." The Mahito frowned as he looked at the suddenly appearing, elegant young nobleman...
The powerful force emanating from the man before him made Mahito feel utterly powerless.
"What kind of monster is this?!" Mahito was puzzled as to why he had encountered such a terrifying being.
"What did you say?!" Mayuri Kurotsuchi seemed enraged by the elegant young nobleman before him. " Byakuya Kuchiki, if it weren't for Captain-Commander Yamamoto forbidding me from using my numbered zombie within the Seireitei, I would have made you regret provoking me today."
After recruiting almost all of the Espada, Mayuri Kurotsuchi Mayuri Kurotsuchi became arrogant. He believed his zombie army could defeat most enemies, including the other captains of the Gotei 13. However, when facing Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai, Mayuri Kurotsuchi still lacked confidence...
Mayuri Kurotsuchi knew that even if he had his numbered zombies gang up on Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai, he would still find it difficult to win. That man, who was hailed as the 'strongest Soul Reaper in the Soul Society in a thousand years,' was indeed that powerful.
"Hey, you two, stop talking." Just as Mayuri Kurotsuchi and Byakuya Kuchiki were locked in a tense standoff, a burst of cold air erupted, freezing half of Mahito's body...
"This is..." Just as the Mahito was wondering, another boy wearing a white haori appeared in front of him.
"I'm doomed..." Mahito at the three figures in white haoris before him, Makoto knew he was finished. No matter how strong he was, he couldn't possibly take on three at once... Well, in fact, he couldn't beat any of them...
In the First Division Barracks...
The captains and vice-captains of the Gotei 13 stood quietly in the small captain's room.
First Division Captain: Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai; Vice-Captain Chōjirō Sasakibe.
Second Division Captain... Sōgo Shihoin, Vice-Captain Soi Fon.
Although Gin Ichimaru received forgiveness from Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai and other captains after the great battle, his cruel act of murdering the Central 46 Chambers is undeniable. No matter the reason, it cannot cover up the mistakes made by Gin Ichimaru Gin Ichimaru. Therefore, the Third Division Captain the Third Division Captain is replaced by Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi, a former member of the Visored and Gin Ichimaru's predecessor as Third Division Captain. Gin Ichimaru is demoted to vice-captain and currently shares the vice-captainship of the Third Division with Izuru Kira.
The Fourth Division remains unchanged; the captain is still Retsu Unohana, and the vice-captain is Isane Kotetsu.
The Fifth Division Captain has been vacant since Sōsuke Aizen's defection. The current Fifth Division Captain is Shinji Hirako, who transferred back from the Visored. He has finally returned to this position. The vice-captain of the Fifth Division remains unchanged, still Momo Hinamori.
The Sixth Division's lineup remains unchanged: Captain Byakuya Kuchiki and Vice-Captain Renji Abarai.
The Captain of the Seventh Division Sajin Komamura and Vice-Captain Tetsuzaemon Iba.
The captain of the Eighth Division remains Shunsui Kyōraku, but the vice-captainship has changed from a single person to a dual role, with Nanao Ise and Lisa Yadōmaru serving together.
Because Ninth Division Kaname Tōsen be turned into a zombie, the current Captain of the Ninth Division is Kensei Muguruma, who returned from the Visored. There are two vice-captains: one is the super vice-captain Mashiro Kuna, and the other is Hisagi Shuhei, whose Spiritual Pressure has reached the Captain-level, which is the long-lost level of Muguruma. Shūhei Hisagi's Bankai training has almost reached the point of being a natural progression, and he will definitely master Bankai within ten years.
The Tenth Division remains unchanged, still consisting of Little White and Rangiku Matsumoto.
The 11th Division has undergone changes. The original captain of the 11th Division is still Kenpachi Zaraki, but he appears Kenpachi Zaraki profound now. Yachiru Kusajishi, who has always been by his side, is nowhere to be seen. In his place is the newly appointed vice-captain Ikkaku Madarame.
The Twelfth Division remains the same, still Mayuri Kurotsuchi and Nemu Kurotsuchi...
The current captain of the Thirteenth Division is Kūkaku Shiba, and the vice-captain is Rukia Kuchiki, whose strength has recently surged. Since the battle in Karakura Town, Rukia Kuchiki's Spiritual Pressure has been growing rapidly, which makes Rukia Kuchiki herself feel very strange. She feels that she seems to have forgotten something important during the Karakura Town battle, but at this moment she can't remember anything...
"Uh..." The Mahito trembled at the sight before him... What the hell is this?! What are all these people? Those guys who look human, they all give him the feeling that they are not human, but monsters. Their powerful presence is even greater than that of the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna! How terrifying?!
Especially that old man standing at the far end staring straight at him, my goodness! The other man's soul was like a blazing sun, constantly radiating light and heat, ready to destroy the entire world at any moment...
Indeed, if Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai were to truly unleash his Zanpakuto to burn down the entire World of the Living —or, in the World of the Living world's terms, the entire Earth!
The Mahito continued watching, his gaze falling on the brown-haired man standing to the right of Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai —a man with slicked-back hair, sharp and intelligent eyes...
In Mahito perception, this brown-haired man and the old man standing at the end were different from everyone else present. It was a difference on a spiritual level, a level completely above everyone else. Even someone as powerful as Ryomen Sukuna was as fragile as an ant before these two...
If Kensei Muguruma knew what Mahito was thinking right now, he would definitely hold Mahito's hand and thank him properly. He was no longer a unit of measurement for combat power. Ryomen Sukuna, with twenty fingers, was more suitable as a unit of measurement than Kensei Muguruma.
Secondly, there was the monster, as tall as a wild beast, second only to the brown-haired man wearing a haori with the words "Second Division" printed on the back and the long-bearded old man standing at the head of the group.
Next to the brown-haired man stood a woman with a graceful figure, constantly smiling, and a man wearing a straw hat and a Mahito coat. These two, while not as terrifyingly powerful as the previous individuals whose souls formed their own worlds, were still extraordinary. If one had to describe them, they reminded the Mahito of the ocean...
Then there was the man he had seen before, wearing a strange headdress and a silk scarf around his neck; then there was the man with the golden bob haircut, the silver-haired man with squinty eyes, the voluptuous woman closest to him, and the man with a small mustache standing next to the old man who was as dazzling as the sun. These five people were about the same.
Next came the white-haired child we'd seen before, the humanoid dog?! The man with long, wavy blond hair, the man with a silver buzz cut, the man with tattoos on his face behind the silver buzz cut, the bald pervert behind the beast, the red-haired man behind the man with the scarf around his neck, and the flat-chested girl with an onion-shaped head behind the busty woman closest to him—they were all pretty much the same...
Compared to before, when he felt he was on par with the Ryomen Sukuna, this puppet-like pervert named Mayuri Kurotsuchi was the least intimidating among these people dressed in white haoris...
He now truly understood the meaning behind the other person's words. Indeed, among these people, there weren't many who Mayuri Kurotsuchi, but there were many who were more capable than Mayuri Kurotsuchi...
" Ryoka, tell me... what brings you here?!" Just as the Mahito was observing the trembling crowd, the old man, as radiant as the sun, spoke.
I said!
I'll tell you everything!
"Please spare me! Please don't kill me! Compared to you all, I'm really weak."
The Mahito didn't choose to run away; running away from these people was impossible. He immediately chose to kowtow. As the embodiment of the Japan people's resentment, he might not be good at much else, but he was more familiar with bowing and apologizing than anyone else.
"..."
The squad captains present fell silent...
"I thought he'd be as stubborn as that guy before," Mayuri Kurotsuchi shrugged. "Super stubborn, wouldn't say a word, and then I turned him into a zombie, hahaha... He'd have to fight for me for the rest of his life, how hilarious?!"
(End of this chapter)