"What do you know?"
"Kyoraku Shunsui, that guy, that damn bastard."
"If it wasn't for his unnecessary actions, how could I have been punished, how could I have been humiliated like that?"
"There is absolutely no way to forgive him."
Absolutely—destroy the Soul Society, that rotten place, just like tearing down the false throne of the Soul King himself.
Tsunayashiro Tokinada shouted at Kurosaki Masaki with an ugly face.
"So that's it, so you've always kept that man named Kyoraku Shunsui in your heart."
Kurosaki Masaki propped her chin thoughtfully.
Your brain circuit is a bit strange.
Who the hell is thinking about other men? Bastard, I just want to kill others.
Wait a minute… Laozi almost gave you a belt crooked.
Tsunayashiro Tokinada's eyelids twitched, and he quickly curbed his anger.
Now the scene was completely under his control, and with his twisted personality and bad habit of toying with opponents before the kill, there was no reason not to play with the group in front of him.
Although he didn't know how this Quincy brat knew the truth about the so-called "Jiutian Jinggu," its real name, and that its reflected power was only one aspect of its function, that was all.
However, his expression soon turned dark again.
Because…
"If I remember correctly, the name of the knife is not Jiutian Jinggu, and its true power lets it perfectly copy other Zanpakutō's released abilities."
Kanbaru thought for a few seconds, then said suddenly.
How the hell did you get so many right? Did you remember correctly!
And also—
The true ability of Nine Heavens Mirror Valley, where did you dig up this kind of information?
Tsunayashiro Tokinada's dark eyes were full of astonishment, staring at Kanbaru firmly.
He was rattled.
No ordinary Quincy—especially not one from the living world—should know this much.
Even among the Four Great Noble Houses, only a handful of direct-line elders were privy to the truths of this world: the Soul King's actual role as a lynchpin, the nature of the Hōgyoku's reality-bending power to grant the heart's desire, and the existence of certain Zanpakutō whose abilities could be imitated wholesale.
As for the original name and perfect-mimicry ability of the Tsunayashiro family's hereditary blade—now renamed to spite Kyoraku—only the family's next heir would know.
So here comes the problem.
How did this brat know those secrets?
"I don't think you will tell me why you know this."
"But I'll make you tell me."
Tsunayashiro Tokinada raised his gaze and spoke slowly, but was quickly interrupted by Kanbaru.
"You didn't even ask me. How do you know I wouldn't tell you?"
Kanbaru looked puzzled.
"Um?"
"It seems that because you know the true power of this blade, you think you have no chance of winning in front of me."
"A very sensible decision."
"Then tell me why you know so many things."
Tsunayashiro Tokinada was stunned for a moment, but his expression quickly turned into contempt.
Knew it.
No one could stand against this blade's full release—not Quincy Blut Vene, not Hollow Hierro, not even an Arrancar's high-speed regeneration backed by Hōgyoku-level evolution.
The Nine Heavens Mirror Valley—the strongest Zanpakutō in existence, in his mind.
"But why should I tell you?"
Doubts arose in Kanbaru's heart. This guy's brain wiring must be faulty.
"???"
Several question marks popped up in Tsunayashiro Tokinada's head.
Didn't you just say you'd tell me if I asked… wait, maybe you didn't—but that's basically what it meant!
But, you're messing with me, aren't you?
You're playing me like a doll, right?
The old face of Tsunayashiro Tokinada, already warped by years of arrogance, turned even darker.
Can't take it anymore!
Cut them down first!
If I can't win the conversation, I'll win with the blade.
"Shikai."
"Drinking from all over the world, occupying Tianya, everything is everywhere, overwriting and cutting—"
"Gorgeous Mirror Code!"
Now that the true name and ability of Yan Luo Jing Dian had been exposed, there was no need to hide it.
A fiery Reiatsu tangled around Tsunayashiro Tokinada, and after performing a true full Shikai, he struck instantly.
Boom!
Zanpakutō clashed, and a thick green slash fell suddenly.
That was Suzumushi's slash—Tousen Kaname's Zanpakutō technique, perfectly reproduced.
In the next moment, a massive gouge ripped through the ground, the barrier already crumbling under strain split apart, dissolving into motes of spirit particles that scattered to the air.
And that wasn't all.
Tsunayashiro Tokinada stood grinning, placing his five fingers on the Zanpakutō's tip.
Swish!
In Kurosaki Masaki's suddenly wide eyes, a white streak pierced toward her heart instantly, like a shot through space itself.
That was Shinsō—Ichimaru Gin's Zanpakutō—its ultra-high-speed extension mimicked perfectly.
Its speed was countless times above the speed of sound, able to pierce several kilometers in the blink of an eye.
"So fast!"
Kurosaki Masaki's pupils contracted. Under that instantaneous thrust, there was no time to evade with Hirenkyaku.
There was no choice but to meet it head-on.
The white light flashed.
Just before impact, a sharp sting bloomed in her senses—this was nearly unstoppable.
Tsunayashiro Tokinada's Reiatsu was at the upper limit of a captain's, pushing into that oppressive edge only beings like Hōgyoku-enhanced Aizen had crossed. A direct clash could shatter even Quincy Blut Vene if his output overpowered hers.
She clenched her teeth, bracing for the hit.
But the next second—
A slash fell.
Boom!
The shockwave and Reiatsu burst into a hurricane, shredding the ground and walls into rubble.
Masaki's eyes opened wide to see Kanbaru standing before her, blade of Reishi in hand.
She exhaled in relief.
Saved.
But… was this Kanbaru's true power?
The same slash she couldn't defend against had been cut apart in a single motion.
Kanbaru—he was so strong.
Stronger than she'd dared imagine.
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