Blades surrounded him from every direction, leaving not a single gap. Yet in Tachibana Kyūjō's eyes, there was a faint glimr of excitent he could no longer hide.
To him, this was sothing rare—a genuine battle between two true masters of the sword.
Unohana Retsu's swordsmanship was indeed top-tier. By most standards, her skill had reached the very summit of this world.
But for Kyūjō, who had walked the path of the sword for countless years without pause, that alone wasn't enough.
At least for now, everything Unohana had shown him remained within the bounds of technique.
Yes, her blade had traveled far—but to the Tachibana Kyūjō of this mont… it was still not enough.
Even a thousand swings could be shattered by a single cut.
A brilliant arc of light burst forth from his blade, rging seamlessly with his Reiatsu, his intent, and his very soul—becoming one in a single strike.
Like an aurora slicing through the darkness of night, the flash of his sword pierced through every shadow, tore through the void, and passed cleanly through Unohana Retsu's body—then out the other side.
"One breath…"
With just a single exhale, the Reiatsu Kyūjō had previously expended returned to him completely, as if it had never been drained at all.
Unohana stood frozen, a deep gash carved into her chest. Crimson blood spilled from the corner of her lips.
Her hand trembled around the hilt of her shattered sword, eyes wide with confusion and disbelief.
She had never imagined witnessing such a scene. Losing—she could accept that.
What she couldn't understand was this: How could a Shinigami whose Reiatsu was equal—or even slightly weaker—strike her down like this?
No, technically speaking, Tachibana Kyūjō's Reiatsu was below hers. And yet… that cut… was absolute.
Even without activating Bankai, Unohana knew in her heart—she had lost.
Even if she had used Bankai, she wouldn't have been able to withstand that blow.
It was a cut she couldn't comprehend.
Behind that surge of Reiatsu, hidden within Kyūjō's sword strike, was sothing much deeper—emotion? Spirit? Will?
That mont repeated in her mind over and over—sharp, overwhelming, indescribable.
Strange visions flickered through her thoughts:
A lightning-infused slash decapitating a monstrous beast...
A single cut that split an island, severed a mountain, divided the seas...
These illusions pulled Unohana into a world she had never known—unfamiliar, yet deeply entrancing.
But the more she tried to grasp its essence, the blurrier it beca. Like gazing at a flower through a veil of mist.
"All of that… were they visions…?" Unohana raised her head, her voice faint and hollow as she looked up at Kyūjō.
He turned his sword downward, flicked the remaining blood from its edge, and calmly sheathed it back into its scabbard.
With a soft smile, Kyūjō answered her quietly.
"That… is what I call the Path of My Sword."
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Soul Society – Twelfth Division, Reiatsu Monitoring Station
Bee-beep… bee-beep…
A shrill alarm rang out, echoing sharply throughout the control room.
"What the—?! A Reiatsu spike this intense?! That's impossible!" shouted Takao Tateishi, the Shinigami on duty. His face turned pale as he stared at the monitor showing two spiritual graphs skyrocketing at the sa ti.
"Second-Level Reiatsu? And two of them?!" another operator exclaid in disbelief.
Without a second thought, Takao bolted from his station and dashed toward the office of Captain Urahara Kisuke.
At that very mont, across the entire Soul Society, every Shinigami with Reiatsu Level Four or higher instinctively turned their heads toward the northern district of Rukongai—the source of that overwhelming surge.
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First Division Headquarters
Gotei 13's Captain Commander, Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni, opened his eyes wide. A wave of dense spiritual pressure rolled off him as he growled under his breath.
"Unohana Retsu… You've gone too far. How dare you unleash such a Reiatsu within the heart of Soul Society!"
However, the lieutenant standing beside him, Chōjirō Sasakibe, wore a puzzled expression.
"Captain Commander, if I may… who exactly is Captain Unohana fighting?"
Yamamoto fell silent.
That second Reiatsu—it was unfamiliar.
And that was the true mystery. How could a Shinigami attain such power, right under the nose of the Captain Commander himself… without him ever noticing?
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Fifth Division Headquarters
"…Such imnse spiritual pressure. Could it be you, Tachibana-kun?"
Aizen Sōsuke lifted his gaze toward the north, his voice barely above a whisper.
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Sixth Division Headquarters
Kuchiki Byakuya lowered the scroll in his hand and calmly massaged his temple.
He murmured softly to himself, "…That's your Reiatsu, isn't it, Tachibana…"
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Eighth Division Headquarters
Captain Kyōraku Shunsui was enjoying a quiet drink of sake with his long-ti friend, Ukitake Jūshirō.
But the mont that wave of spiritual energy hit, both n imdiately froze and turned toward the source.
"One of those is Captain Unohana's Reiatsu… but the other—I've never felt anything like it," Shunsui muttered.
Ukitake nodded, though uncertainty still clouded his expression.
Noticing this, Shunsui leaned forward, "Jūshirō, do you… know who that second Reiatsu belongs to?"
Ukitake hesitated, brows furrowed, before finally replying,
"I'm not entirely sure. But it feels strangely familiar… like soone I've t before."
Shunsui's eyes lit up with curiosity.
It wasn't surprising. Both he and Ukitake were among the very first generation of Yamamoto's disciples.
Among the currently active mbers of Gotei 13, only the two of them—alongside Chojiro and Unohana—were veterans from the oldest generation.
Even so, neither Shunsui nor Ukitake had fully crossed into the highest tier of power.
Shunsui himself, while already a Second-Level Reiatsu user, still stood at the edge of that final threshold.
He knew that even if he were to fight Unohana head-on, he'd have no real chance of victory.
Which only made his curiosity toward this mysterious "Shinigami" grow even more intense.
After a few monts of quiet thought, Ukitake spoke again,
"If my senses aren't mistaken… that Reiatsu feels just like the one I felt from Fourth Division's Vice-Captain—Tachibana Kyūjō. He's the one who cured my lung disease years ago, so I rember his Reiatsu very clearly."
"But… I never knew he was this strong. Could this be… his true power?"
Even Ukitake himself seed baffled by the notion.
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Eleventh Division Headquarters
Zaraki Kenpachi, the newly appointed captain of the Eleventh Division, narrowed his eyes with dangerous excitent.
An intense battle aura erupted from his body. His blood boiled at the thought of facing such strength.
Without a second's hesitation, he lifted Yachiru Kusajishi onto his shoulder and launched himself toward the northern sector of Soul Society.
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Second Division Headquarters
Yoruichi Shihōin was preparing for a mission with her loyal lieutenant, Soi Fon, when both of them felt the distant wave of Reiatsu crash over them.
Their eyes t, wide with disbelief.
"…Wait, Kyūjō was this strong all along?" Yoruichi murmured in shock.
"Captain Yoruichi… was that really him?" Soi Fon asked, her eyes sparkling with confusion.
Suddenly, Yoruichi lunged forward and squished Soi Fon's cheeks with both hands, shaking her gently.
"It's him!!"
"He didn't even tell us!!"
"He secretly trained this hard behind our backs?!"
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