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How… how could Karakura Town harbor a Shinigami this strong?
As Shiraha's Reiatsu crashed over Grand Fisher, cracks split across the Hollow's mask and body. With a final cry of unwilling rage, Grand Fisher disintegrated into motes of spirit particles, scattered into the rain.
Kurosaki Ichigo, however, could only glimpse the figure standing beside his mother—a handso man clad in strange robes with a blade at his waist—before the crushing pressure forced him into unconsciousness.
A clear chi rang through Shiraha's mind.
"Sign-in complete. Task reward: Gojo Satoru template progress increased by 10%."
"First template: Fujitora Issho template, 100%. Abilities: Observation Haki perfected, Armant Haki perfected, swordsmanship perfected. Exclusive ability: Gravity fruit mastery perfected—control gravity within two hundred thousand ters up to seventyfold, summon teorites a thousand ters wide, weightlessness manipulation, Gravity Blade: Tiger, Gravity Suppression, Gravity Light, Hell Brigade, Fire Festival."
"Second template: Gojo Satoru template, 34%. Abilities: Six Eyes perfected. Limitless techniques: Curse · Stopping Power perfected. New technique unlocked—Curse · Cang, primary level. Capable of teleportation within one kiloter, including carrying others. Exclusive ability: Domain Expansion · Infinite Void, elentary stage—coverage extended to five kiloters. Within the domain, all attacks enhanced, all strikes guaranteed to hit, and targets' minds filled with aningless information for half a year compressed into 0.2 seconds, inducing paralysis relative to enemy strength. Usable three tis per day."
The system's voice faded, leaving Shiraha standing stronger than before, Reiatsu surging through every vein. His mastery expanded, sharpened, deepened.
So, the new power was Cursed Technique: Cang. Teleportation.
"Not bad," Shiraha murmured, lips curving faintly. He could shift anywhere within a kiloter. At the mont, Cang was only in its infancy. But if cultivated to perfection? Would the range extend to a hundred thousand ters? Two hundred thousand? Beyond even that? Far more versatile than Shunpo or the Sonído of the Arrancar, and with the added boon of carrying others. For pursuit or escape, it was invaluable.
His Infinite Void was still incomplete, yet its range had expanded fivefold to five kiloters. Barely a taste, but enough for now.
"Are you hurt, Masaki-san?"
Shiraha approached Kurosaki Masaki with calm composure.
"Thank you… truly, thank you," Masaki said, bowing deeply. Gratitude colored her expression. Without his intervention, she knew the outco. Stripped of her Quincy powers by Auswählen, she would have been devoured by Grand Fisher. And Ichigo—her precious child—would have been dragged into danger with her.
Masaki's eyes lingered on his haori, the gleam of his Zanpakutō, the weight of his presence. mory stirred. "Are you… the Captain Shiraha Isshin once ntioned?"
Though she had never seen him before, she rembered Isshin speaking of him years ago. From those words, she had learned of Shiraha, and of truths that most humans would never know.
"Yes. I am Kuchiki Shiraha," he answered lightly.
Masaki hesitated, then bowed once more. "Captain Shiraha, could I trouble you… to help carry my son ho? Ichigo fainted from that Hollow's pressure. I… twisted my ankle just now while chasing him."
She flushed faintly, almost embarrassed. Once a Quincy Master capable of dueling captains, now reduced to sothing so fragile. She had checked Ichigo's condition herself—he was rely unconscious, not hard—but carrying him was difficult alone.
"Of course." Shiraha smiled. After all, the system had already rewarded him through Masaki's sign-in mission. Helping further was nothing at all. More importantly, he could test Cang.
"You have my gratitude again," Masaki said, bowing deeply once more.
Shiraha glanced at the boy in her arms, brushing his spiritual senses across him with Observation Haki. "So this is Kurosaki Ichigo… interesting."
Within the child, tangled threads of power coiled together: the blood of a Quincy, the essence of a Shinigami, the corruption of Hollow, and sothing else—an unawakened spark, a potential beyond classification. Perhaps Fullbring. The boy's dormant powers slumbered, but for now, he was only a spiritually aware human. At best, he could barely perceive ghosts.
Masaki tilted her head. "You seem to know Ichigo?"
"I don't," Shiraha replied, a faint smile on his lips. "I'm simply curious about the child born of a Shinigami and a Quincy."
Yet he knew the truth. In less than a decade, this boy would rise to overthrow Aizen, to shatter Yhwach's ambitions, to carry the fate of worlds on his shoulders.
"Found it." Shiraha closed his eyes briefly, letting Observation Haki map the town. His senses locked onto Kurosaki Isshin's residence—eight hundred ters away, well within Cang's range.
"Let's go."
With a flick of his hand, Reiatsu surged. "Cang."
In an instant, the world bent. Masaki blinked and found herself standing within her ho, Ichigo lying safe at her side. Her eyes widened.
"This… this wasn't Shunpo," she whispered. Even as a Quincy, she knew the step techniques of Shinigami well enough. No flash step, no matter how refined, could cross such a distance instantly—much less while carrying two passengers.
"This is my own ability," Shiraha said with quiet calm. "Please, Masaki-san, keep it between us."
Masaki's shock softened into resolve. "You have my word, Captain Shiraha. I'll never speak of this. Not even to Isshin."
Tonight, Shiraha was her savior. The man who had preserved her and her son from death. Whatever his secrets, she would guard them.
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