The instant those words fell, before everyone could react, Muramasa suddenly thrust one hand forward.
In this moment, dazzling purple light instantly appeared in his palm.
Whoosh!
Immediately after, the light rapidly condensed, then dispersed. A Zanpakutō was gripped in his hand.
Then the Zanpakutō spun in his hand, blade pointing downward, and thrust down hard!
BANG!
The instant the blade pierced the ground, countless purple lights immediately extended forward. Directly splitting the earth beneath into countless pieces.
Those Zanpakutō standing in the air rapidly landed. Standing on the ground.
BOOM!!
In this moment, continuous roaring sounds rang out. The earth beneath their feet began to rise up abruptly.
Finally, on this flat ground of Sōkyoku Hill, it formed a cluster of giant rocks like a small mountain!
The Zanpakutō stood surrounding Muramasa. In this moment, from their elevated position, they looked down upon all the Soul Reapers!
Behind them, the hanging crescent moon now appeared even more murderous!
Everyone below had extremely grave expressions. All raising their heads to look up.
In this moment, Jūshirō Ukitake suddenly spoke. Frowning as he said in a low voice:
"Muramasa, is it?"
"What do you mean by 'the Zanpakutō dominating the Soul Reapers'?"
Hearing this, Muramasa's lips suddenly curved into a contemptuous smile:
"No need to be so doubtful, Soul Reaper."
"Those words mean exactly what they say."
"I told you—I've already liberated your Zanpakutō from the shackles of your souls."
"Then naturally, it will be us who dominate you!"
Muramasa spread his arms wide. Speaking with a smile on his face.
The Zanpakutō beside him, though their expressions varied, all showed some excitement in their eyes.
At this time, from the crowd below, Shunsui Kyōraku suddenly stepped forward.
As he walked, he adjusted his hat and spoke flatly:
"Though the Zanpakutō matter is also important... where did Old Man Yama go?"
"We should have been summoned here by Old Man Yama's orders, right?"
"Hey, can you tell me?"
Saying this, Shunsui raised his head slightly. Looking calmly toward Muramasa.
However, the instant those words fell, the others' expressions also changed slightly.
Because what had just happened was too shocking, they'd almost overlooked the matter of the Captain-Commander. Now that Shunsui mentioned it, they were reminded.
So everyone looked toward Muramasa.
Hearing this question, Muramasa's expression didn't change at all. Instead, he spoke just as indifferently:
"Under the current circumstances, there's no harm in telling you."
"Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto has already been sealed."
?!!
The instant those words fell, almost everyone shook violently. Their eyes becoming shocked.
But Muramasa didn't stop at all. Continuing indifferently:
"His Zanpakutō 'Ryūjin Jakka,' because it loyally serves this Captain-Commander and refused to become our companion..."
"So I already commanded your Zanpakutō Katen Kyōkotsu, Sōgyo no Kotowari, and Minazuki to go..."
"And use special methods to seal his power."
!!
Everyone froze the moment they heard this.
The three Zanpakutō Muramasa mentioned were precisely the Zanpakutō of Shunsui Kyōraku, Jūshirō Ukitake, and Retsu Unohana.
Therefore, the instant those words fell, almost immediately, the three of them all reacted simultaneously.
Rangiku Matsumoto nearby, gripping the blade in her hand, spoke in shock:
"How is that possible?"
"Can they really seal the Captain-Commander?!"
Like her, including Izuru Kira and Shūhei Hisagi, everyone's expressions were extremely ugly.
This matter sounded like it had already exceeded what they could handle.
However, at this time, a discordant laugh suddenly rang out.
"Hehe... hehehehe..."
"This kind of thing is actually possible?"
Everyone looked toward the sound. It was actually Mayuri Kurotsuchi nearby. His eyes even somewhat excited in this moment.
"How extremely interesting!!"
Seeing this, Shunsui's eyes flickered slightly. Then he looked up toward Muramasa again and spoke softly:
"Do you think we'll believe such an absurd thing?"
The smile on Muramasa's face remained unchanged:
"Whether you believe it or not, this is the truth."
The instant those words fell, a black figure suddenly rushed out from beside Shunsui!
Then leaped directly toward the top of the giant rocks. Swinging his blade down at Muramasa.
Everyone's eyes jumped as they focused their gaze—
3rd Seat of the 11th Division, Ikkaku Madarame.
The instant his blade swung down, it was blocked by a green-haired man holding a sword.
CLANG!!
Blades met. The collision sound echoed through the night sky.
Almost instantly, Ikkaku realized this person's strength far exceeded his own!
So just moments later, he quickly turned his head and shouted through gritted teeth:
"Captain Kyōraku! Captain Ukitake!"
"There's no point continuing to waste words with these guys!!!"
Hearing this, Ukitake's eyes sharpened. He placed his hand on the Zanpakutō at his waist. Looked toward Shunsui. And spoke in a low voice:
"Shunsui... should we attack?"
Hearing this, Shunsui lowered his eyes slightly. Then pressed down his hat:
"Can't be helped."
"Next, I just hope we don't encounter Shigure's Zanpakutō."
The instant those words fell, Ukitake's eyes jumped. Then his face grew stern:
"Right."
The next moment, all the Soul Reapers began to move. Using flash steps to rush toward the enemies atop the giant rocks!
Though they'd temporarily lost the power of their Zanpakutō, they wouldn't retreat.
...
At the same time, in the 2nd Division barracks.
Right now, inside a side room covered with barriers in the barracks, a corpulent Soul Reaper was sleeping extremely soundly.
It was the 2nd Division Lieutenant who'd been slacking off, Kisenchiyo Ōmaeda.
After handing off his duties to subordinates, he'd fallen asleep in this room where he'd almost certainly never be disturbed.
However, the next moment, he was jolted awake by a suddenly erupting explosion!
BANG!!
The deafening roar rang out. Instantly scaring Ōmaeda into sitting bolt upright.
"Eh... ehhh?!!!"
He let out an instinctive strange cry. Then immediately got up and ran out of the room.
However, the instant he ran out, he saw a Hell Butterfly flying toward him.
"Hell Butterfly?"
Ōmaeda froze. Then began listening to the transmitted message.
However, halfway through listening, cold sweat immediately streamed down his face.
This was an order from the Captain-Commander!
It seemed that because Hell Butterflies couldn't enter this kind of barrier, he'd only received it now.
Realizing this, Ōmaeda felt his jowls quiver.
"I'm done for... done for done for..."
"If the Captain-Commander is transmitting orders, why didn't he just have the Riteitai come directly? Hell Butterflies are way too slow... I'm done for..."
Ōmaeda was on the verge of tears. Complaining internally.
The biggest difference between Hell Butterflies and Riteitai transmission was precisely this point.
The Riteitai could always guarantee delivering secret orders to targets in the fastest time.
Hell Butterflies were far less efficient in this regard.
But thinking this far, he suddenly perked up. Thinking of another point—
"Since the Captain didn't come wake me... does that mean she also didn't receive the transmission?"
"Hmm? That's right!!"
Ōmaeda slapped his forehead. His expression immediately brightened. Then he quickly rushed toward the back gate of the 2nd Division. Toward the Training Valley.
"Since the Captain herself was delayed, then she won't blame me. Hehe..."
"I need to go notify them proactively..."
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