At this moment, none of the captains could spare another thought for anything beyond the clash before them. The instant Moyu's Bankai unfolded, Karakura Town's reishi flow spiraled into violent disorder, surging wildly out of control. Reiatsu fluctuated in raging waves, tearing apart the surroundings, collapsing streets into craters, and driving the sky beneath choking layers of thunderclouds that spread outward toward distant cities.
Though Urahara Kisuke had long since evacuated all nearby humans, the scale of this devastation threatened far more than Karakura. If it continued unchecked, the world itself might collapse under the weight of their powers.
"Raise the Kidō barrier," Urahara commanded as he flashed into view, descending in front of the others with uncharacteristic severity. There was no trace of jest in his tone. "The battlefield must not be allowed to expand. Otherwise, casualties will spiral into destruction Rukongai cannot endure."
High above, the wings of storm unfurled. Wind gathered between them, spiraling into crushing pressure. Moyu lowered his gaze, white light flickering in the depths of his eyes, oppression spilling endlessly into the world. Lan Yin split into countless streams of blackened reishi that devoured the sky before condensing once more into his hands. The raging currents of spirit stilled, and in that silence he raised his arm.
The blade reformed—slender, black as ink, heavy with apocalyptic intent. Reiatsu fell like thunder. His voice carried across the clouds, cold and absolute:
"Bankai. Arashi-Hunting Tenchū."
The captains froze in awe, but Aizen's eyes only narrowed with measured calm. He glanced at the distant figures erecting the Kidō barrier, then returned his gaze to Moyu.
"So your Bankai surpasses expectation. Just as Yamamoto's flames rejected the world itself, your storm is not welcomed by existence. Such power is… extraordinary."
Moyu's reply was flat, merciless. "Which is why I kept it hidden. End this quickly, Aizen. Neither of us seeks to see Karakura annihilated."
Aizen stretched his arms wide, butterfly wings trembling as the skull-like protrusions spread and locked onto Moyu. "As you wish."
In an instant he vanished, reappearing directly before his opponent. Reiatsu solidified into a blade, and a violent arc of purple light engulfed Moyu. Yet Bankai Moyu stood unshaken. With a flick of his palm, Radiant Breaker erupted outward, scattering the beam like shattered glass.
Unmoved, Aizen raised his weapon and brought it down in a merciless stroke. Reishi detonated at the clash, rainbow arcs streaking across the storm-shrouded sky. Impact waves shredded air itself, roaring with a sound that deafened heaven and earth. Moyu's hair whipped in the gale, his expression unchanged. Aizen pressed forward with all his might—but the blade refused to advance, as if frozen in place.
"You who once called yourself Shinigami," Moyu said evenly, "have you forgotten?"
Aizen's eyes flickered. "What—?"
"Upon Bankai, a Shinigami's strength multiplies five to tenfold, depending on potential. Imagine what it means when one who already surpassed both Shinigami and Hollow ascends again. A power magnified ten times beyond a transcendent's limit."
The words struck like truth hammered into iron. For the first time, Aizen's breath faltered. By all known law, breaking the limit once should have been impossible to exceed. Yet before him stood proof that such laws did not bind Moyu.
"No," Aizen hissed, a snarl twisting his voice. His composure cracked, ferocity bleeding through his mask of control. "I will not accept it. You may have broken the line between Shinigami and Hollow, but only I—only the Hōgyoku—can achieve perfect evolution!"
His butterfly wings flared, skulls opening wide as condensed reishi ignited into searing brilliance. An eye-like core glared down upon Moyu, and four reishi rings spiraled upward, each feeding into the next.
"Remember this, Kuchiki Kuroyū," Aizen roared, "I am perfection itself!"
The rings collapsed in violent detonation. Reiatsu surged in waves that smothered existence, crushing Moyu beneath their light.
"Ultimate Radiant Break!"
The blast engulfed the battlefield, erasing Moyu from sight. His reiatsu vanished as though cut away from the world, leaving the captains reeling, blind with disbelief.
When the glow at last faded, Aizen's gaze sharpened. "Is that the end of you?"
But out of the cleared sky, Moyu stepped forward untouched, not even dust upon his robes. His voice was calm, almost regretful.
"I could fight you longer, but this city can bear no more." His black blade trembled in his hand, swelling with storm. "It ends here, Aizen."
The ink-dark steel shattered, bursting into countless streams of black reishi that spiraled upward, devouring light and sound alike. The world drowned in silence. Darkness blanketed existence, smothering all senses. Captains and lieutenants alike felt their vision, hearing, even thought swallowed whole.
Then, from the zenith, Moyu's voice fell like judgment.
"Final Form—Lan Shun Tenchū."
The words ripped the silence. A single column of storm-torn light lanced through the void, returning illumination to the heavens. Wings of endless wind unfurled behind Moyu, their gale blanketing Karakura, drowning the city beneath divine tempest.
His eyes lowered, impassive, as they settled on Aizen one last time.
"End it, Aizen."
{🥳 The Fanfic is now fully completed! 🎉
You can access 250+ advance chapters right now on Patreon—available for subscription or purchase! ✨
👉 patreon.com/Oreski
🥰 Your support keeps me motivated and eager to create even more amazing stories! 💖}