In the massive palace, a handso man who resembled a dieval knight sat at the head position. A flash of crimson passed through his eyes, giving him the presence of a true king.
His brows furrowed in contemplation, worry etched across his face.
Jugram Haschwalth was not in a good mood, especially after receiving His Majesty's latest orders.
"A man capable of competing with His Majesty for the throne of the Quincy King? How could this be possible?" Jugram's right hand pressed against the throne's armrest, veins bulging on its back.
Since becoming the Sternritter Grandmaster, he had rarely lost his composure, even in solitude. Yet Yhwach's news was too shocking to remain calm.
Once this news spread throughout the Wandenreich, it would cause unimaginable upheaval among both the common soldiers and the Sternritter.
The empire's very foundation could be shaken — its collapse wasn't out of the question.
Jugram took several deep breaths to steady himself, his gaze growing profound once more. As Grandmaster of the Sternritter and de facto ruler of the Wandenreich, he had to maintain his composure.
He needed to face whatever ca with the clearest possible mind. Otherwise, the empire's collapse would be inevitable.
A hint of helplessness crossed his face as his sigh echoed through the empty palace like a passing breeze:
"Two Majesties is a bit too absurd..."
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"You an..." Akira struck a thoughtful pose, "I'm now a Quincy, is that right?"
Aizen nodded.
Though uncertain of exactly what had occurred, he could determine the situation using Uryu Ishida's previous data as reference.
After having the Kaidō markings inscribed, Akira had truly acquired the Quincy's exclusive ability: Blut.
This might have been due to changes in his Reishi form, or perhaps related to Mimihagi, or even connected to his Zanpakutō, Kūkan Mukai.
In short, Akira now possessed even more extraordinary secrets. Any single one could turn the world upside down.
The chains connecting planets, the ability to reverse NTR Hell, Shinigami powers nearing their limit, and now these formidable Quincy powers... Since the Kidō inscription work hadn't reached its limit, Aizen seriously suspected this man might manifest even more incredible abilities.
"Shall we continue? According to the original plan, the next inscription will be Kurohitsugi." Aizen asked.
"What are we waiting for?" The treacherous priest's eyes lit up as he exclaid, "Kaidō plus Kurohitsugi — from today onward, I shall walk the path of invincibility! That re Yama-jii, I'll blast him to smithereens with one punch!"
He could hardly contain himself.
His Spiritual Body strength had long ago reached the standard for inscribing the next Hadō, but poor compatibility with subsequent techniques had delayed the process until now.
{T/N: The MC currently possesses the most powerful Hadō spells focused on pure fire and electricity. The remaining spells incorporate these elents but are more specialized attacks where the elents play a secondary role.}
As one of Akira's primary combat thods, Aizen insisted on thoroughness.
"These are the Kidō patterns for Kurohitsugi." Aizen extended his finger, condensing Reishi to draw complex patterns in the air — markings that resembled a black coffin.
His special fondness for Kurohitsugi had led to extensive study. If anyone in Soul Society understood Hadō #90 most deeply, it was him.
Aizen had mastered every aspect of this Hadō — Eishōhaki (Incantation Abandonnt), Nijū Eishō (Twofold Incantation), Barriers, and Seals. He could even modify Kurohitsugi uniquely, altering its form and power.
Akira morized all the markings with just a glance.
To ensure thoroughness, Aizen began a detailed explanation, punctuated by Raikōhō's echoes through the empty palace.
Soon, however, his expression shifted from calm to helpless.
The Kaidō patterns had enhanced Akira's self-recovery so dramatically that after multiple cycles of destruction and regeneration, he'd developed immunity to Raikōhō.
Though Aizen had witnessed this man's absurdity many tis, the sight still made him sigh and hold his head. He suspected that with more practice, Akira might even withstand Ryūjin Jakka head-on.
The Kurohitsugi patterns began their inscription.
Unlike previous inscriptions, Reiatsu overflowed with crushing pressure throughout the palace. Space twisted violently as black markings spread across Akira's body, manifesting a towering black coffin like an assembled puzzle cube around him.
Rip—
As Kurohitsugi appeared on his skin, flesh tore from inside out, releasing ink-like liquid that stained the ground.
Darkness spread with the flowing liquid.
Aizen frowned and flash-stepped backward to avoid it. Though its nature remained unclear, his deep understanding of Kurohitsugi let him sense the Hadō's unique signature within.
A change in form?
Inner pain assaulted Akira's will, trying to force submission. Yet instead of showing discomfort, his lips curved into a maniacal grin, his expression deranged.
"Too weak, too weak! This little pain isn't even half of what Yama-jii can dish out!"
Aizen: "..."
It was impossible to gauge what this man was made of.
Ti crept forward.
Markings resembling Blut Vene reappeared on Akira's skin, combining with torn flesh to create a haunting beauty — like artwork from hell itself.
When the final stroke fell, the Kurohitsugi marking flashed in Akira's eyes, and the black twisted patterns across his body receded, transforming into a new marking on his right middle finger.
"Ah, I understand it now!" Though the was getting old, he didn't mind using it once more.
Briefly sensing the changes in his body, he noticed his Reiatsu was infinitely close to Rank 1 in the Spirit Class (Level 100) — just a thin mbrane away from breaking through.
His already extraordinary Spiritual Body strength had increased yet again. Feeling the endless power flowing through his body, his confidence began to swell.
"Sōsuke, now I am invincible! Co with to Soul Society — let's welco the inauguration of the new Captain-Commander!"
Looking at Akira, whose confidence was about to overflow, Aizen raised his finger, his calm voice following:
⤫ Hadō #90: Kurohitsugi ⥤ Black Coffin! ⤬
The next mont, Reiatsu surged down like a torrent. Endless darkness rose from the ground, condensing into solid iron walls that instantly enveloped Akira. Black markings appeared on the coffin as blades grew frantically within.
From inside the confined space ca the sound of clashing tal, like a massive machine operating. Countless gears ground together as sparks flew.
Aizen was sowhat surprised. Although the incantation-less Kurohitsugi only had one-third of its power, with his Reiatsu level, he could instantly kill Captain-class Shinigami like Kensei Muguruma. Yet such an attack had no effect whatsoever on this brute.
This level of defense was becoming frightening. Perhaps Akira's claim about physically withstanding Ryujin Jakka wasn't just empty words after all.
Akira threw a punch, shattering the Hadō, and walked out unscathed. He looked up at the contemplative Aizen and let out a scornful snort.
"re Sōsuke, is that all you've got?"
Aizen: "..."
Being looked down upon by soone who only thinks with their muscles was truly an indescribable humiliation.
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To test the results of this training, Akira summoned the Arrancar from Las Noches.
Starrk, Baraggan, Ulquiorra, Szayelaporro — four powerful Vasto Lorde Arrancar. And Grimmjow as a makeweight.
"Today, I shall determine your rankings within Las Noches." Akira announced, "Co at with full force, and I'll personally test your levels of purity."
The reason he didn't call Harribel and Nelliel was that the Arrancar technique wasn't perfected yet. To prevent accidents, they hadn't been transford into Arrancar. Still at the Vasto Lorde level, they couldn't even match post-transformation Grimmjow.
To be safe, they would sit out this major event.
"Guhahaha, here's our chance for rebellion!" Before anyone else could speak, Lilynette had already placed her hands on her hips, laughing skyward, "Starrk, release your sword imdiately! This ti I'm going to split that guy's head open!"
{T/N: FBI, I don't know what to say to you anymore. I know that she said sothing legal and that she's a gazillion years old, but still!!}
Starrk scratched the back of his head with a helpless expression. Though he had gradually gotten used to Lilynette's personality changes, such reckless statents made him worry — didn't she consider their future life in Las Noches?
After all, everyone knew His Majesty wasn't exactly a forgiving person.
"Grind..."
⤫ Resurrección: Pantera ⥤ Returning Blade: Panther King! ⤬
While the two were conversing, Grimmjow launched a fierce attack, instantly completing his Resurrección, extending his Pantera claws to tear through the air.
⤫ Desgarrón ⥤ Panther King's Claw! ⤬
A ripping sound echoed as a brilliant blue screen of light illuminated the night sky of Hueco Mundo.
Under everyone's watchful gaze, the claws tore through the Shihakushō and struck Akira's muscular body — only to produce a tallic clang.
Grimmjow froze, his focused gaze turning to bewildernt. He tilted his head, unable to comprehend what he was seeing.
Even with all his Reiatsu concentrated into claws that rivaled a Vasto Lorde's Cero, he couldn't break through?
"Heh, re Adjuchas power — how can it compare to my body tempered through countless battles?" Akira sneered as black flas erupted across his form, instantly incinerating Grimmjow's claws.
With a single palm strike, he shattered the azure claws, subduing the ow ow as easily as handling a re kitten.
The absolute domination left the battle-hungry Pantera King dumbfounded.
"Who's next?" Casually tossing Grimmjow aside, Akira's crimson eyes locked onto the four figures ahead.
The Hollows' hair suddenly stood on end, as if they'd been marked by a natural predator. Their instinctive trembling triggered an imdiate transformation into their Resurrección forms.
"Kick About..."
⤫ Resurrección: Los Lobos ⥤ Returning Blade: Pack of Wolves! ⤬
"Rot ..."
⤫ Resurrección: Arrogante ⥤ Returning Blade: Grand Emperor of Skulls! ⤬
"Tear..."
⤫ Resurrección: Rey Cruel Fornicador ⥤ Returning Blade: Cruel King of Fornication! ⤬
"Enclose..."
⤫ Resurrección: Murciélago ⥤ Returning Blade: Great Black-Winged Demon! ⤬
Four brilliant pillars of Reiatsu shot skyward. A terrifying pressure descended like collapsing heavens, making the air thick and heavy as rcury.
⤫ Cero tralleta ⥤ Infinite Ammunition Hollow Flash! ⤬
Starrk gripped his flintlock pistol without hesitation, unleashing countless brilliant Cero bullets that wove a blue screen of light across the sky.
This barrage not only targeted Akira but created perfect openings for the others to strike.
⤫ Lanza del Relámpago ⥤ Lance of Thunder and Lightning! ⤬
Ulquiorra, his expression stone-cold, spread his hands to conjure a spear crackling with spiritual lightning.
Szayelaporro burst forward with Sonído, leaving a scorched trail across the sand, moving swift as lightning itself.
His battle prowess had grown imnsely since his first clash with Akira. With his enhanced Reiatsu, he had risen to beco one of the two strongest Vasto Lorde Arrancar.
In a blur of motion, he closed the distance, his writhing tentacles lashing out with devastating force that split the air with thunderous cracks.
A brutal slap followed by a vicious whip!
Right behind ca Ulquiorra's Lanza del Relámpago, both attacks converging—
BOOM!!
The silver-white sea of sand convulsed violently as countless grains shot skyward, sending ripples of devastation through the air.
Despite landing his attack, Szayelaporro's expression turned from triumph to horror.
Before he could react, an overwhelming force yanked his body forward. A fist wreathed in black flas crashed into him, shattering flesh and crushing half his right shoulder.
With a defeated wail, Szayelaporro plumted from the sky, cratering the churning silver-white desert.
Ulquiorra's Lanza del Relámpago struck Akira's body with precision, yet proved only marginally more effective than Grimmjow's attack. Though it broke through a layer of skin to reveal red flesh, the wound sealed itself before blood could even flow.
The little bat's eye twitched.
⤫ Respira ⥤ Breath of Death! ⤬
Baraggan raised his skeletal finger with a deathly moan, condensing his ancient power into a black sphere that instantly hurtled toward Akira.
BOOM—
Dense black mist erupted outward, enveloping Akira's body as ti's power corroded his supposedly indestructible spiritual defense.
Soul-fire danced wildly in Baraggan's hollow eye sockets at the unbelievable sight before him.
Though the power of Senescencia proved effective, it fell short of expectations — the rate of decay couldn't match His Majesty's regeneration. They watched as he withstood ti's erosion while unfurling black wings interwoven with lightning and fire from his back.
Like a demon god descending, looking down upon all creation...
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