Chapter 127: "Memories in the Rain"
Pseudo parallel world, Human World, Karakura Town.
A fine drizzle had been falling for days, unbroken and unending.
The gray, overcast sky pressed down on the heart. The muddy roads were worse. Rain soaked pant legs, seeped into shoes and socks, and turned every step into a quiet annoyance.
Yet along the riverside path, someone was laughing.
A boy, not even ten yet, sprinted through the drizzle as if the rain were a toy meant for him alone.
His orange hair came from his mother. He wore a child's raincoat and carried an unopened umbrella, gripping it like a blade meant to cut through fate itself.
Karate practice had just ended. He was still overflowing with energy, charging forward without a care for the water running through his hair.
Behind him, his mother followed with an umbrella, smiling.
Then the boy tripped.
He fell straight into a puddle, mud splashing across his face.
His mother calmly took out a handkerchief and wiped him clean. The patience in that gesture was gentler than any scolding.
The boy giggled, then finally behaved.
The rain thickened.
He pulled up his hood and stayed close to her. The little umbrella over his head felt like his entire sky. The woman beside him was a sun, warm enough to make winter feel far away.
Soon the downpour drove all pedestrians off the road.
Watching the river swell and churn, the boy suddenly noticed a little girl with a bob haircut standing by the bank, no umbrella, no shelter, as if she might throw herself in at any moment.
At nine, in the third grade, he was no longer ignorant.
He ran toward the river without thinking.
The girl chose that exact moment to jump.
"Wait!"
He reached for her clothes, but his fingers caught nothing.
The girl vanished.
Like a hallucination, like a trick of the rain, she disappeared as if she had never been there at all.
"Ichigo!"
His mother, Kurosaki Masaki, dropped her umbrella.
Splash!
But in the end, it was the boy who couldn't stop in time. He pitched forward and plunged headfirst into the river.
He remembered nothing after that.
When he opened his eyes again, his mother was dead.
Her body lay over him, shielding him until her last breath.
A single wound punched through her chest and out her back. Blood and rain mixed together until the world turned red.
Where did that wound come from?
Who killed her?
What happened that day?
Heavy rain spanned the entire city.
Ichigo stood on the bridge. Behind him, a train cut through the curtain of rain, light and shadow sliding past like a slow blade.
He had no umbrella.
Just like that day.
But he also wasn't wearing a raincoat.
He wore a shihakushō, and his body had grown into the frame of a seventeen year old.
That was different.
Yet Ichigo was certain.
He had returned to that day.
Because down on the riverbank road, he saw two familiar figures, one small, one large, walking beneath the rain.
…
He didn't know how long he'd been standing there.
His hair was plastered to his skin. His clothes clung to him, soaked through.
Bangs stuck to his forehead. Water slid down the ridge of his brow and the bridge of his nose.
Maybe it wasn't only rain.
Maybe it was sweat too. Maybe something else.
Ichigo didn't notice.
He only stared at the mother and son, his eyes heavy with doubt.
There was no question that gentle orange haired woman was his mother.
That child was him.
But…
"Was Mom's spiritual power… this strong?"
Sensing spiritual pressure wasn't rare.
But sensing over a vast range, and reading emotion through pressure, was a talent only a tiny minority possessed.
Ichigo was one of them.
So he was certain. His mother's spiritual pressure was not ordinary. It wasn't merely a high concentration soul.
It felt like the Quincy he'd met in the Human World earlier.
And in terms of strength, she was far above Ishida.
"If Mom is a Quincy, and Dad is a Shinigami, then my spiritual power makes sense," Ichigo thought, forcing calm into his chest. "It also explains why my Zanpakutō has an 'arrow' form compared to Takeru and the others."
"But if Mom really was a Quincy… and not just an average one… why did she die so mysteriously?"
"Hollow White parasitized me before I was even born. That has nothing to do with this."
"So the killer was someone else."
"But there were no signs of a struggle. One fatal hit."
"Was she caught off guard because she was protecting me?"
"Then why wasn't I killed too?"
"Did the killer… die with her?"
Questions multiplied like a swarm.
Ichigo clenched his teeth, then his fists, and forced himself to breathe.
Think it through.
Calm down.
Then, abruptly, an unfamiliar spiritual pressure entered his perception and ripped his attention away.
"That's…?!"
On the riverbank, a little girl with a mushroom style haircut appeared.
Another piece of memory clicked into place.
Yet Ichigo's face stiffened, as if seeing her for the first time.
Because the owner of that pressure, however skilled at concealing themselves, could not hide from Ichigo's eyes.
That "little girl" was clearly part of a Hollow's body.
"So that's how it is…"
After everything he'd experienced, Ichigo had already guessed some of it.
He took a slow breath, crushed the urge to move, and watched.
He'd been in this world for two days.
He'd talked with Zangetsu and Hollow White too.
Their conclusion was simple.
This world wasn't the real world. Time travel to the past did not exist.
But it was built on the foundation of the real one.
So everything here still had reference value.
"That Hollow isn't weak. A normal Shinigami, maybe even a Lieutenant, couldn't handle it."
"But compared to Mom, who has at least Captain level spiritual power and is almost certainly a Quincy, it's nothing."
"She wouldn't even need to fight. Just releasing her pressure should suppress it."
So how could she die to something like that?
There had to be another killer.
Dad might know.
But Ichigo didn't want to tear open someone else's scars.
If he could uncover the truth himself, that would be best.
And right now was the perfect chance.
After a while, little Ichigo ran toward the river, exactly as in his memory.
Ichigo's whole body tightened.
Splash.
The mushroom headed girl vanished again.
To be precise, the Hollow hiding in the shadows withdrew its lure the moment the prey took the bait. Little Ichigo reached for nothing and fell into the river.
"Ichigo!"
Masaki's cry cut through the rain.
She dropped her umbrella and flashed into the river to grab her child.
But that sudden, high intensity burst of spiritual pressure stole little Ichigo's consciousness instantly.
It was the same phenomenon as when Rukia and Renji collapsed in Rukongai under the weight of a stronger Shinigami's pressure. Souls with spiritual power felt it more deeply, and were affected more severely.
Masaki saved her son, then turned, eyes blazing at the Hollow on the river.
Up close, it looked like a giant rat with a mane. The lure on the top of its head mimicked a helpless child, drawing in high concentration souls who could see it.
This time, it had tried to weaponize human compassion.
"Damn… how dare you ruin my good deed!" the Hollow snarled, still arrogant even after feeling her pressure. It understood human nature too well. With her child beside her, she couldn't fight freely, much less give chase. "But you don't seem like an ordinary human. I'll let you off this time!"
Masaki didn't chase.
She raised her hand and formed a spirit bow, aiming to shoot the evil spirit that had targeted her son.
The Hollow's instincts screamed.
Its throat tightened in panic.
Then—
A strange light descended from the sky and engulfed Masaki.
"Ugh…!"
Her spiritual power was ripped away in an instant. As if her spine and blood were being drained with it.
The spirit bow shattered.
Masaki collapsed, her face going bloodless. Rain soaked her clothes until she looked thin and fragile enough to snap.
The Hollow stared, stunned for a heartbeat.
Then the terror flipped into greed.
"Hahahaha! Heaven is helping me!"
"I love eating women's souls the most. Yours will be even better!"
"And that beautiful face… I'll make good use of it later!"
Its swollen body, four or five meters tall, moved with shocking speed. It launched off the river surface, fingers pinched into a spear point, nails stretching like lances toward little Ichigo.
Masaki forced her trembling body up and threw herself over her son.
She shoved the last of her power into her veins and turned herself into a shield.
Even if the Hollow killed her, it would be injured by the backlash of her Seikessen.
And a Hollow like this, cunning and survival minded, should immediately eat her soul and flee before local Shinigami arrived.
It wouldn't have time to kill a child.
Right?
Everything changed too fast.
Too suddenly.
Masaki didn't even have time to form another plan.
"Sorry… Ichigo. This will probably leave you with painful memories. I only hope you can move past them someday."
Bang!
Air howled. Rain exploded outward.
But the pain never came.
Masaki's lips were pale. Her body trembled. She looked back through wet strands of hair and saw a broad, solid back in a shihakushō standing in front of her.
He didn't use the crescent greatsword on his back.
He caught the Hollow's nail with one hand.
"Shi Shinigami?! One came this fast?!"
The Hollow recoiled.
"No," Ichigo said, voice low. "I've been here for a while."
"So I saw every disgusting thing you did. Clearly."
Swish.
The Hollow's fur twisted into a spear and stabbed forward.
It couldn't pierce the spiritual pressure reinforced shihakushō.
"Using a lure to trick kind hearted people," Ichigo continued, eyes fixed on it, "making the dead unable to rest, making the living drown in self blame."
"Some people might even come to hate their own kindness. Some might stop being good entirely."
He stared at the giant rat.
The sky had no sunlight. His bangs shadowed his eyes.
But the gaze beneath that gloom seemed to glow.
The Hollow's heart raced with fear.
"Let go!"
It tried to yank its nail free.
It couldn't.
So it attacked wildly.
It didn't matter if it aimed for his face, his hands, even his eyes. Everything was blocked by a layer of invisible force, like armor.
That was his spiritual pressure, narrowed and controlled.
Even "natural dissipation" was too dense for this Hollow to break.
In desperation, it repeated the same tactic.
It aimed its fur spear at Masaki behind Ichigo.
A flash of sword light.
The spikes were severed.
Ichigo's hand was on Zangetsu now.
"I've slain a lot of Hollows," he said, anger compressed into every word. "I know most of them hunt by instinct. Like beasts."
"Blaming that kind is pointless."
"But Hollows with self awareness are different."
"They have hearts. They can choose."
"I've fought Hollows ten thousand times stronger than you."
"But…"
His voice sharpened into something that made the air feel cold.
"Only you. Only you are the most despicable, most low life, most unforgivable Hollow I have ever seen."
The Hollow felt that killing intent and panicked.
It snapped its own nail and sprang into the air, trying to regain control by mocking him.
"Hmph. Just a Shinigami, as naive as humans, full of nonsense!"
"If you'd slashed earlier, I wouldn't have escaped!"
"Just wait. There will be a time when you're not here. I'll eat more women's souls, including the woman behind you. Then I'll come back stronger and hunt you!"
"I didn't cut you on purpose," Ichigo replied calmly.
He tossed aside the broken half nail.
"I didn't want to cause a bigger disturbance at this distance."
He lifted Zangetsu.
"Now is just right."
He poured his rage into the blade, and spiritual pressure surged in an unrestrained torrent.
"Getsuga…"
His voice was almost a whisper.
Then he swung, as if to split this sorrowful world and everything it tried to force upon him.
"…Tenshō!"
A roar of golden energy blasted into the sky, swallowing the Hollow in midair under its terrified gaze.
At the same time, the slash tore through the rain clouds.
Everyone in Karakura Town looked up.
The rain that had lasted for days stopped.
Because the clouds were gone.
With one strike, the weather itself changed.
The golden slash opened the sky and welcomed the light.
Even though it was late, the setting sun's afterglow spilled through, brilliant and calm, enough to wash away the haze in the heart.
Sunlight caught the droplets on Ichigo's bangs and made them glitter.
He closed his eyes and forced his emotions down.
He'd learned what he needed to learn.
He'd done what he needed to do.
So he turned to leave.
He didn't even dare to look back.
He took one step.
Someone tugged his hakama.
"Ow!"
Ichigo stumbled and went down hard. A pebble slammed into his tailbone, and he grimaced as he snapped without thinking.
"What are you doing?! Don't you know you can trip someone?! That's dangerous!"
"Uh… sorry…"
Ichigo froze.
That voice behind him…
He turned slowly.
"The Hollow is dead," Ichigo said, forcing his voice level as he walked forward. "Go home early. Your family will worry."
"Unknown Shinigami san, thank you for saving us." Masaki's voice was gentle, formal, sincere. "Could you leave your name? I will definitely find an opportunity to repay you."
"No need," Ichigo answered. "Repayment isn't important to me."
"I only hope… everyone can live well."
He started to walk away again.
Then Masaki called out, hesitant.
"Are you… a member of the Shiba Clan?"
Ichigo stopped.
That question was hard.
But then a dull thud sounded behind him, like a body collapsing.
Ichigo forgot everything else and spun around.
Masaki had fallen unconscious.
"Damn it! That light… it wasn't just taking her power." Ichigo's face tightened as he checked her condition. "Her soul is weakening too. At this rate… it's bad!"
His Kaidō skill spoke for itself. He could pull people back from the edge of death.
But Masaki's condition was different.
Complicated.
For a moment, even Ichigo didn't know what to do.
After a brief, fierce struggle in his mind, he chose the simplest answer.
Take her home first.
The Kurosaki Clinic in Minamikawase.
The doorbell rang.
Parallel Isshin opened the door with a frown.
Even without powers, he could sense spiritual pressure.
And the person outside was carrying a Shinigami's composition.
"Who is it… that's a familiar feel."
The moment he saw Ichigo's face, something slipped out of him.
"Kaien?"
"…What are you talking about."
Ichigo's already tangled mood was instantly ruined. He could only stare.
"Ah, sorry, wrong person. Wait… Masaki! Ichigo?!"
Isshin scratched the back of his head, apology half formed.
Then he noticed his unconscious wife, and the drenched child.
His whole expression changed. The playful air vanished. His eyes went sharp.
"Relax. The kid just fainted," Ichigo said. "But your wife's situation is worse."
"…Come in first," Isshin said, voice tight.
They moved them to the clinic beds together.
"Daddy! Are Mommy and Big Brother back?!"
Two little girls, four or five years old, came downstairs, drawn by the noise.
Karin and Yuzu of this world.
Isshin hurried them back upstairs.
"They're asleep for now," he lied smoothly. "Go back to your room."
Once the curtain dropped, the room fell heavy again.
"They're fooled for now," Ichigo said, voice forced casual. "What do we do next?"
"How should I address you?"
"I'm a relative of the Shiba Clan," Isshin said. "Just call me shiba."
"What a coincidence," Ichigo replied flatly. "I'm also Shiba."
"You know who I am, right?"
"The Tenth Division Captain who disappeared without cause."
Isshin's mouth twitched. "Disappeared is a bit harsh. I didn't harm Soul Society. At most, I retired without filing the paperwork."
"As for you… I don't recognize you, which means you rose after I left. Replacing Kaien as the Thirteenth Division's Lieutenant in just over twenty years is impressive."
Ichigo knew the armband gave him away. He didn't bother hiding it.
He cut him off.
"Enough small talk."
"I ran into them by the Minamikawase River. They were dealing with a hunting Hollow when a beam of light dropped from the sky."
"Masaki could have killed the Hollow, but her power was stolen instantly."
"The Hollow tried to kill them. I stopped it. That's all."
"I felt Masaki's spiritual pressure too," Isshin said heavily. "But look at me. I'm stuck in a gigai. I could barely help even if I went."
"And most importantly… Masaki could have handled it, if that light hadn't stolen her power."
Ichigo's eyes narrowed.
"Masaki is a Quincy, right? That light targeted Quincies."
"So who did it?"
"I don't know yet," Isshin admitted. "I need to call someone who understands that side. Wait here."
He stepped out to make a call.
Ichigo sat, jaw clenched, waiting.
Then—
Light flickered across his body.
Ichigo shot to his feet.
His spiritual pressure surged.
No, it wasn't his.
It was an extra portion, transmitted from somewhere.
It felt almost identical to his own.
Except it carried reishi information.
The moment Ichigo focused, the content unfolded in his mind.
It was one sentence.
"Yhwach is leading a massive army to attack Seireitei while the interior is empty. Shimiya Takeru is struggling alone. Return quickly!"
"…A war report from the real world?"
Ichigo's blood turned cold.
If that message was true, then Shimiya…
"I have to get back. Now!"
He didn't know how much time passed after that.
Masaki woke slowly. Realizing she was back in the clinic, she felt relief, then forced herself up and moved to the living room.
There she found the young man who saved her, and her husband, sitting in silence with faces like stone.
"Oh, thank goodness you're still here," Masaki said.
"Masaki?" Ichigo turned.
"Masaki, you're awake!" Isshin rushed to her side.
"Mm."
She sat, supported by Isshin, and asked at once, "How is Ichigo?"
"Fine," Isshin answered quickly. "He fainted. I fed him, put him to bed. Karin and Yuzu too."
"I told them you jumped into the river to save someone and caught a bad cold. You're on an IV. They won't come disturb you."
"…Good."
"What do you mean 'good'?" Ichigo snapped, rage leaking through. "Your spiritual power was stolen. Your soul is weakening. You have a few years left at most."
"You can feel it too!"
"Ah." Masaki nodded, smiling gently anyway. "I know my condition isn't good."
"But I still have a few years, right? I'll hold on until Ichigo enters high school."
"Until he grows as big as you."
"…What are you saying?!"
Ichigo's fists shook.
"Who could accept that?"
"Even if your children grow up, they won't accept losing their mother!"
"And me… I don't want to watch someone I saved die in a few years!"
"Then what was the point of anything I did?!"
Isshin and Masaki watched him, their faces complicated.
"…Sorry," Isshin murmured, voice dropping.
"I contacted other Quincies. Similar cases happened to them too."
"To be precise, one of them lost his wife's power the same way. She doesn't have long either."
"There is no solution right now."
"Surviving without dying immediately is already considered lucky."
"That's not right!"
Ichigo's eyes sharpened into a blade.
"There is a way."
Isshin and Masaki stared.
"If the soul is weak because power was stolen… then take it back."
"Strengthen the soul. Extend the lifespan."
"That's the simplest logic for spiritual bodies."
"And I've guessed who did it."
"He's hiding in the shadows of Seireitei."
"I'm going to find him… and take back what he stole!"
"In the shadows?!" Isshin's eyes widened.
Masaki's face tightened in shock.
"It was hidden under the Shinigami's noses…"
"Masaki, you didn't know?" Isshin asked.
"This is the first I've heard," she said quietly.
Isshin believed her.
Then his expression darkened.
"But that guy definitely knows."
"…Ryūken?"
"Yeah."
Ichigo frowned. "You know the enemy's associates?"
"He can't really be called their associate," Isshin said, scratching his head, "but if you're going to go after the one who stole Masaki's power, he might help."
"Like getting you into that base hidden in the shadows."
Ichigo's gaze sharpened.
Isshin continued, more serious now.
"You've got urgent things, right? Going back to report to the Gotei 13 and gathering troops won't work."
"Even if you don't alert the enemy, convincing the Captain Commander and the others will take time."
"So if you're confident in your strength, stir up enough trouble from inside to expose that base."
"Then the Gotei 13 will attack on their own, and you can coordinate."
"…That makes sense," Ichigo admitted.
"What, surprised by my brain?" Isshin grinned. "I only lost my Shinigami powers. I didn't lose a Captain's insight."
"So if you want to be a Captain, you still need to look up to me and train hard!"
Ichigo's expression twitched.
"Don't get smug. You're a useless old man."
"You couldn't help at all when your family was in danger. You should be grateful you have family that doesn't resent you!"
"You don't need to tell me! I cherish them! I love them!"
"On the other hand, you've got a short temper, running around alone. That's worrying."
"My Ichigo must never grow into a Shiba Clan idiot like you!"
"Who are you calling an idiot?! If not for Masaki's nature, your kids would've had enough of you!"
"What did you say?!"
"Your ears are already bad! Is that a natural flaw?! I hope the kids didn't inherit it!"
"You brat!"
Masaki froze.
Then she burst out laughing.
"…" "…"
The two men stopped mid argument and looked away with identical stubbornness.
"Let's go," Isshin said.
"Where."
"I'll take you to see another Quincy. We'll ask about getting into the Shadow World."
"…Why are you suddenly so helpful?" Ichigo eyed him.
Isshin grinned.
"You saved my wife and kid. Whatever you do, I'll help."
"Even if you said you wanted to destroy the world, I'd build your grave after you die and burn incense every year."
"Who destroys the world for no reason?" Ichigo muttered, turning his face aside.
"I'm a Shinigami. I only die to protect something."
"But if that day ever comes, don't visit my grave. You'd definitely dance in front of it."
"No way!"
Two hours later.
It was late night.
The rain clouds were gone, and the sky glittered with stars, like the small hopes people still clung to.
Ichigo and parallel Isshin returned to the Kurosaki Clinic.
"I won't go in," Ichigo said. "Thanks for speaking up for me."
"Otherwise that cold faced guy, like Byakuya, wouldn't have handed over the key so easily. It's clearly his father's keepsake."
"He would've handed it over anyway," Isshin replied. "If you succeed, his wife can be saved too."
"I just gave him an excuse."
"…No time. I'm leaving."
"Whatever happens… I probably won't come back to the Human World."
He had received advice in the reishi information about returning.
One method was to go back the way he came and let the timeline's corrective force eject him.
In other words, change history enough to create deviation, and let the world kick him out.
Ichigo knew what he was about to do would throw Soul Society into chaos.
It would change countless destinies.
If the advice worked, he would return to his original world.
He wouldn't get one last goodbye to his parents.
It hurt.
But if his mother's life could be prolonged, then the regret would be smaller.
"Be safe," Isshin said.
Masaki came to the door too.
"Yeah. I'm going."
Ichigo lifted the key.
"Bankai."
To catch the enemy off guard, he activated the key while releasing his true Bankai.
He shot into the sky, swallowed by immense spiritual pressure, and vanished into the star filled night.
"…He's gone," Isshin said quietly.
"Mm." Masaki stared up, worry on her face.
"Ah! Why did you pinch me, Masaki?!"
"Did I?"
"…" "…I'm sorry," Masaki said softly.
"Sorry for what? You didn't pinch me."
"Not for that." Her voice trembled. "I know you're worried and sad too."
"As he said… who can accept their family dying in a few years? And it isn't just one person."
Isshin was silent for a long time.
Then he sighed.
"He's right. I'm a useless old man."
"My only real achievement is having a family that understands me."
"And I still can't protect them. I have to rely on outsiders."
"He's not an outsider."
"…Yeah. And he lied to me, saying he was Shiba."
"Not exactly a lie, but he didn't even notice I never once called him 'shiba.' And also…"
They looked up to the second floor at the same time.
A small head peeked out from the dark window, wide eyes watching.
The moment they noticed, it vanished again.
The couple exchanged a glance and smiled.
"His spiritual pressure is too similar to someone else's," Isshin murmured. "Blood relation can explain some of it, but not that much."
"I need to find a way to make sure future Ichigo doesn't grow into that kind of idiot."
Meanwhile, Ichigo, already moving toward the Wandenreich alone, sneezed.
"This really is…"
He clenched the key tighter.
"I have to get back fast."
He could feel it.
Dense spiritual pressures.
Dozens at Captain level or higher.
One of them was deep inside the Ice Palace.
Even Ichigo couldn't afford carelessness.
Shimiya could not face this alone.
Neither could he.
So Ichigo reopened the door behind him, gripping the key and forcing it open again. Zangetsu's technique allowed him to choose the destination by will.
The other side connected to Seireitei.
To make sure they noticed, he poured in a huge amount of spiritual pressure.
The door opening would create a commotion so large it would shake Seireitei into an uproar.
"Now all I have to do is guard this place and wait for the old man and the others to attack!"
…Another point in time, in a pseudo parallel world.
"Suì Fēng, help me check if Kisuke has returned."
"Yes, Lady Yoruichi."
Suì Fēng bowed and left the attic.
Instead of looking for Kisuke, she went straight to a hidden cell.
A prisoner was bound inside.
And she looked exactly like Suì Fēng.
Even the clothes were the same, a standard Punishment Corps uniform.
"You scoundrel!" the bound woman hissed the moment she saw her, wriggling like a caterpillar in fury. "Disguising yourself as me to lurk by Lady Yoruichi's side!"
"She'll expose you sooner or later, and crush your schemes!"
"Who's lurking by her side," Suì Fēng snorted, full of disdain for "Lady Yoruichi." "I'm using Onmitsukidō channels to investigate intel."
"And do you think it's fun being ordered around by that guy?"
"I am the Commander in Chief of the Onmitsukidō. Captain of the Second Division."
"Stop talking nonsense! You're just a treacherous scoundrel!"
"I have nothing to say to you."
"Then why are you here? To kill me and silence me?!"
"No."
Suì Fēng untied her ninja scarf, revealing her short, clean cut hair.
"I'm here to inform you. My investigation is over."
"I don't need to keep a low profile anymore."
"Next, I will assassinate Urahara Kisuke."
"What?!"
Parallel Suì Fēng shouted in shock.
Suì Fēng caught the flicker of joy in her eyes and felt even more helpless.
"Happy to hear that? You really are full of Yoruichi."
"Forget it. I'm not really qualified to criticize you."
"Right now, all I can think about is going back to save someone."
"And for that… I wouldn't hesitate to destroy Seireitei."
Parallel Suì Fēng's eyes widened.
Suì Fēng dropped her scarf and turned to leave.
Soon after, inside the cell, parallel Suì Fēng felt a violent tremor of spiritual pressure.
It was identical to her own, but far stronger.
Then—
Boom.
The earth shook.
Boom.
Again.
Boom.
A third time.
Three "earthquakes" in under a minute.
Dust rained from the ceiling. Cracks crawled along the walls.
Parallel Suì Fēng didn't even have time to fear the prison collapsing.
Only one thought surfaced in her mind.
Seireitei might actually be disappearing.
What kind of "assassination" was this?
No… could this even be called an assassination at all?
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