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"Well now, it seems the situation isn't optimistic. Shiraha, are you truly not going to help Miss Kuchiki?" Urahara Kisuke's fan flicked lazily as his eyes followed the distant clash.
Shiraha's gaze remained calm. "No. This is Rukia's ordeal. She must face it herself." His voice carried quiet certainty.
Far below, Kurosaki Ichigo hurled himself forward with a bench in hand, only to be swatted aside by Fishbone D's massive fist. His body flew seven or eight ters before crashing heavily to the ground.
Rukia, bleeding and battered, had intercepted several blows herself to shield Ichigo and his sister. Her Zanpakutō strike had left a shallow crack across the Hollow's mask, and the creature howled in fury, clutching its face with clawed hands.
Clinging to a wooden pole for balance, Rukia's voice was hoarse. "Do you want to save… your family?"
Ichigo's fists clenched. "Of course! If there's a way, tell !"
"There is only one. You must beco a Shinigami. Take my Zanpakutō, pierce your chest, and I will transfer my power to you. Whether it works… I cannot say. But there is no other choice."
Fishbone D sensed her weakness and roared, surging toward them.
Ichigo's eyes hardened. "Shinigami… my na is Kurosaki Ichigo!" He seized the blade without hesitation.
"My na," Rukia whispered as she gripped the hilt, "is Kuchiki Rukia." She drove the sword into his chest.
Light burst across the street, brilliant blue flooding the night.
A surge of spiritual pressure exploded outward from Ichigo's body, rattling the air. In the sa instant, Fishbone D reached them—only for its massive right arm to be sliced clean off.
The severed limb crashed to the pavent. Ichigo stood before it, cloaked in the black garb of a Shinigami, a Zanpakutō longer than his body resting across his back.
Rukia's eyes widened. "Impossible… I only ant to pass half my power, yet he took everything." Her shihakushō vanished, replaced by a simple white garb. Powerless, she could only stare in awe at the boy who had stolen her strength.
Ichigo didn't hesitate. With raw instinct and untested strength, he hurled himself into battle. His blows rained down, overwhelming Fishbone D. Within seconds, his strike cleaved the Hollow clean in two. Its form dissolved into spirit particles, scattering into the night sky.
The battle ended almost as suddenly as it had begun. Ichigo, his body unable to regulate the torrent of spiritual power within him, collapsed unconscious.
At that very mont, a voice echoed in Shiraha's mind:
"Sign-in successful. Task reward: Gojo Satoru template progress 10%."
First Template: Fujitora Isshō
Observation Haki: Perfect Level
Armant Haki: Perfect Level
Swordsmanship: Perfect Level
Exclusive Ability: Gravity Fruit (perfect control; up to 70x gravity within 200,000 ters; teorite summoning up to 1,000 ters; techniques including Gravity Suppression, Tiger Blade, Hell Brigade, Fire Festival, and more).
Second Template: Gojo Satoru — 50% Complete
Six Eyes: Perfect Level
Limitless Technique: Perfect Stopping Power
Cursed Technique Lapse · Blue: Advanced (teleportation up to 50,000 ters, including passengers).
Cursed Technique Reversal · Red: Interdiate (repulsive force, 10,000-ter range).
Convergence · Hollow Purple: Elentary (fusion of Blue and Red, producing a space-cutting energy wave with a 10,000-ter attack radius).
Exclusive Domain: Infinite Void (Interdiate, covering 30,000 ters. Within it, all attacks beco guaranteed hits. Enemies experience a flood of infinite information in 0.2 seconds, paralyzing them for a duration dependent on their strength. Usable three tis per day).
Shiraha felt his power surge. His Reiatsu swelled—greater now than even most high-seated captains such as Kuchiki Byakuya. Yet compared with monsters like Unohana Retsu or Zaraki Kenpachi, the gap remained vast. Only when the Gojo template reached completion, Shiraha knew, would his Reiatsu rival theirs.
He turned his attention inward, testing the new ability born from rging Blue and Red—a spell capable of slicing through space itself.
"Space-cutting technique… Hollow Purple," Shiraha murmured.
He raised a hand. A thin violet ray, no longer than ten centiters, flickered into existence. The air shuddered. Space itself cracked open before him, a jagged tear hanging for a mont before sealing shut.
"Not bad," Shiraha observed with quiet satisfaction. That had been only a restrained attempt, minimizing its range to a re dozen centiters. In truth, even at its most basic, Hollow Purple carried a maximum attack radius of ten thousand ters. An ability capable of shredding vice-captains with ease. And this was only its elentary stage. At mastery, its destructive scope would be unimaginable.
Urahara, watching beside him, tilted his head. "Shiraha… was that just now?" His usual smile was tinged with curiosity.
"rely a little experint," Shiraha replied smoothly.
"A little experint?" Urahara's fan stilled mid-swing. His eyes glead with sharp interest. "Tearing open space with a flick of your hand is hardly 'small,' you know. Even vice-captains would be lucky to survive such a strike."
Shiraha only smiled faintly, eyes drifting back toward the unconscious Ichigo Kurosaki below.
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