Chapter 140 – 140 ⥤ Come Fight Me Fair and Square!

A devastating incident had occurred!

When Jin’emon detected Reiatsu disturbances from the Central Underground Assembly Hall, he rushed to investigate.

But he arrived too late.

Though the protective Bakudō barrier remained intact, all members of the Central 46 Chambers lay dead in pools of blood.

Despite his lack of fondness for these imperious Central 46 members, Jin’emon swiftly used Tenteikūra to alert Genryūsai and sealed off Seireitei’s Inner Court.

The Onmitsukidō arrived to collect trace evidence and analyze the familiar Reiatsu signature at the scene.

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“Kōga Kuchiki.”

Genryūsai narrowed his eyes, confirming the culprit’s identity.

Though the scene before him was tragic, he felt neither sorrow nor anger in his heart.

The Central 46 represented Soul Society’s highest judicial authority — their orders binding not only the Gotei 13 but even the nobles themselves.

In the past, such an act would have ignited his fury throughout Soul Society.

Had that troublemaker influenced him?

Genryūsai’s mind drifted to his foolish disciple and his persistent analysis of the Central 46.

Despite repeatedly reprimanding Akira and forbidding such discussions, his disciple’s words had never truly been silenced.

After each training session, Akira would detail the flaws in Soul Society’s system. Though much was nonsense, some points held merit.

Thinking of this, Genryūsai shook his head.

I’ve truly become senile — how could I believe that kid’s nonsense?

“Chōjirō, send word to Third Seat Kisaragi, tell him to hurry… Never mind, just tell him to be careful during his mission.”

Hearing this, Chōjirō, standing behind Genryūsai, was stunned for a moment before a smile crossed his face. He acknowledged the order and went to prepare a Jigokuchō.

Lord Genryūsai has truly changed…

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6th District, Noble Quarter.

Tsunayashiro Manor, Study.

A messenger knelt on the cold floor, respectfully recounting the major incident that had just occurred in the inner court.

After hearing the report, an expression of intense confusion crossed Tokinada Tsunayashiro’s face as he sat in the main seat.

In his plan, Kōga’s first action after escaping prison should have been seeking revenge against Ginrei, who had never acknowledged him. At most, he might have directly attacked the Kuchiki Clan.

During their conversation in the Shishinrō, he had deliberately guided Kōga to blame his current situation on the old man Kuchiki, his clan, and even his wife.

A person blinded by hatred cannot judge anything correctly.

The evidence showed his manipulation had worked perfectly. The only thing he hadn’t anticipated was Kōga’s additional mental instabilities.

‘Despite your inactive father-in-law causing all this, you mindlessly targeted the Central 46 Chambers instead…’

He had originally schemed to make Kōga attack the Kuchiki Clan. Once they suffered heavy casualties, the Tsunayashiro clan could return to power through the Golden Seal Noble Assembly.

But Kōga’s sudden madness had not only failed to achieve the desired results — it had completely erased what little influence Tsunayashiro had left in the Central 46. Now, returning to their past glory was impossible.

“Simply unreasonable.” Tokinada said, mentally exhausted.

Dealing with irrational people made outcomes impossible to predict. Yet their complete disregard for life held its own twisted beauty.

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“Hiss, Hero Kōga?”

In 12th Division’s private research lab, Akira received a Jigokuchō from Chōjirō and read the news from its small Tenteikūra.

Nearby, Aizen was conducting research. Having grown used to his companion’s startled reactions, he asked without looking up, “What happened?”

“Kōga Kuchiki broke into the Inner Court at night.” Akira explained excitedly, “He somehow entered the Underground Assembly Hall and slaughtered all the Central 46 members with his sword.”

Upon hearing this, Aizen’s fingers paused briefly as he cast a strange glance at his excited friend. It wasn’t Kōga’s actions that surprised him — rather, it was Akira’s attitude toward the Central 46.

Though they kept few secrets from each other, Aizen rarely discussed the Central 46 with him. He worried they might hold different views on the matter, leading to conflict and eventually parting ways.

Despite his friend being both foolish and useless, such a pure soul is rare in Soul Society.

“You seem to dislike the Central 46 Chambers as the highest judicial authority?” Aizen asked curiously.

Akira gave him an odd look, not understanding his sudden change in attitude.

What a strange thing to say — as if anyone could like that bunch of old fossils. If it weren’t for Kōga taking action, you would have been the one massacring the Central 46, Sōsuke!

“I don’t like them.” Akira shook his head, “I made similar suggestions to Old Man Yama before, but he strictly rejected them.”

Aizen fell silent. The fact that the Captain-Commander hasn’t killed you shows he truly cares for you as his disciple.

“As per your request, I’ve optimized and modified the Tracking Spirit Device.” Aizen said, finishing his work and handing over the pager-like device, “The usage method stays the same. And here’s a healing potion that can consume Reiatsu for emergency treatment.”

Understanding Akira’s capabilities well, Aizen kept the preparations minimal.

With knowledge of Muramasa’s modified soul technique and Akira’s considerable strength, capturing the target should prove straightforward.

“Great, then I’m heading out!”

Akira stowed away the potion and spirit device before vanishing from the 12th Division in an instant.

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Kōga moved through Seireitei’s streets under concealment.

Though he had achieved his initial revenge, it brought no peace to his spirit. Instead, darker thoughts began to surface, and a new ambition took root in his heart.

Since I wield such immense power, why shouldn’t Soul Society kneel before me?!

A twisted smile crossed Kōga’s fierce face as he imagined Ginrei — who had always regarded him with such cold indifference — being forced to submit.

“Let’s begin, Muramasa.” His demon-like voice echoed through the streets, “Let the Shinigami witness true power!”

Muramasa appeared at Kōga’s side and bowed respectfully, “Yes.”

As the words faded, his figure blurred and distorted before melting into the shadows.

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1st Division, Administrative Office.

Chōjirō furrowed his brows as he calculated expenses, staring intently at the account book.

The dojo maintenance costs had increased again. At this rate, they would need to request funds from the Ōmaeda family…

Suddenly, he sensed an unusual Reiatsu in the room.

Before he could react, an inexplicable emptiness erupted from deep within his soul, as if a vital piece had been torn away.

Then, he witnessed a terrifying sight.

The Zanpakutō hanging on the wall blazed with intense light, and a figure — strange yet familiar — materialized before him.

It was a man in samurai attire, wearing a small Western-style building as decoration on his back, wielding a staff and emanating powerful Reiatsu.

“You are…” Chōjirō’s eyes widened in shock, “Gonryōmaru?!”

Similar scenes unfolded across all Divisions, and soon Seireitei descended into chaos. Shinigami found themselves locked in battle with their own Zanpakutō, too occupied to assist others.

Fortunately, most Captains had employed mental barrier techniques, sparing them from the Zanpakutō Rebellion.

Thanks to Genryūsai’s foresight in having Kenpachi Kiganjō and Tessai Tsukabishi of the Kidō Corps maintain order, casualties remained minimal — though individual barracks fell into disorder.

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Kōga was not in a good mood.

Though he trusted Muramasa’s ability to throw Seireitei into chaos, why did some lunatic have to be specifically guarding him in Rukongai?

He’d thought himself mad enough, but this opponent was even more unhinged.

Facing down a Shakkahō, the figure smashed through the round gate with one punch, deep purple flames distorting the surrounding air.

“Kōga Kuchiki, why hesitate? Where’s that sneak attack spirit from earlier? Come fight me fair and square!”

Akira stood radiating powerful Reiatsu, grinning fiercely at his deranged opponent.

The moment Kōga spotted him, he unleashed a barrage of Kidō spells — Shakkahō, Ōkasen, Sōkatsui — directly at Akira’s face, not bothering with words.

His vicious attacks resembled Old Man Yama’s style. If he hadn’t dodged in time, he would have suffered at least flesh wounds.

He had hoped to discuss ideals and the future — or at worst, chat about the Central 46 incident. But his opponent showed no regard for old ties, immediately launching killing moves.

Fortunately, it was him — any other Shinigami, even a Captain, caught off-guard by such a combo would have been killed or gravely wounded.

Kōga had recognized who stood before him.

11th Division’s 3rd Seat, Genryūsai’s disciple, benefactor of the Kuchiki and Shihōin clans, main force behind the Tsunayashiro’s downfall, hero who suppressed the rebellion — Akira Kisaragi!

“Is it because of your Hakuda prowess that they sent you to capture me?” Kōga’s gaze turned cold and sinister, as if looking at a dead man, “Even your senior disciples Shunsui Kyōraku and Jūshirō Ukitake couldn’t handle me. Do you think you — a mere 3rd Seat who isn’t even a Captain — can defeat me?!”

⤫ Hadō: Gaki Rekkō ⥤ Raging Light Fang! ⤬

Seeing that low-level Hadō spells had no effect, Kōga switched tactics. He gripped his sword with one hand while pressing the other against its blade.

Reiatsu exploded in an instant. A circular green glow materialized at the sword’s tip, and dozens of fierce energy beams shot forth, blocking all of Akira’s escape routes.

“Since you don’t like dodging, I’ll grant your wish!”

Facing the newly empowered madman, Akira’s mouth curved into a grin.

“Very well. Since you show no compassion, don’t blame me for showing no loyalty. Old Man Yama just beat me up the other day, and I’ve been looking for somewhere to vent my anger.”

⤫ Genshiki-ryū: Ikkotsu ⥤ Origin Style: Single Bone! ⤬

Against the storm of Gaki Rekkō raining down, Akira threw a direct punch!

Unlike Genryūsai’s pure physical attack, he had developed Ikkotsu further during these days of guidance and beatings.

As his fist fell, deep purple flames formed a tornado, surging forward with explosive force.

⤫ Genshiki-ryū: Daihebi Kama ⥤ Origin Style: Great Serpent Sickle! ⤬

The tornado swallowed the Gaki Rekkō whole and, with undiminished force, charged straight at Kōga.

Witnessing this dramatic scene, Kōga’s pupils contracted. He had never imagined Kidō could be wielded this way.

He flash-stepped away, leaping into the air and barely avoiding the terrifying flames.

In the next moment, the trees behind him were reduced to charcoal, leaving deep scorch marks in the ground.

Seeing this, he made a swift decision. With Muramasa still carrying out his mission in Seireitei, he could only use Zanjutsu, Hakuda, and Kidō until his return.

Since Kidō proved ineffective against his opponent, he would use his second specialty — Zanjutsu — to kill him!

Mind made up, Kōga used Shunpo to close the distance, immediately launching a sword-drawing strike.

The sharp blade carved a silver arc through the air, indigo Reiatsu blazing along its edge. As it fell, the blade sliced through space, heading straight for Akira’s head.

Clang!

The sound of clashing metal rang out, the blade’s light reflecting Kōga’s shocked expression.

How could this guy’s Zanjutsu also be so ridiculous?!

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In 12th Division’s research lab.

Mayuri stared at the butterfly-winged child before him, his white-painted face twisted with wild excitement.

“How wonderful! A creation of my own soul, yet it has betrayed me. Ashisogi Jizō, you’ll make for fascinating research…”

Ashisogi Jizō was dumbfounded, having never expected such an expression from its master. An uncontrollable fear grew in its heart, warning it to flee from the figure before it.

But it was too late — thick gas had already begun leaking from the sealed laboratory’s walls, its poison targeting Reishi directly.

In the next moment, Ashisogi Jizō’s eyes darkened, and it let out a cry of anguish…

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In the private laboratory.

Sensing the changes in his own soul, Aizen furrowed his brows slightly as hazy light bloomed before him, flowing like stained glass.

A figure gradually took shape — tall, with long black hair cascading over its shoulders, wrapped in a faint glow. Its plain clothes bore intricate patterns, and its black eyes gleamed with dangerous light.

“Kyōka Suigetsu…”

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