No Cheat in Bleach ? Watch me help Aizen then.-Chapter 63: The Kazewōji Rebellion (Part 2)
Chapter 63 - The Kazewōji Rebellion (Part 2)
Thirty years ago, following the fallout of the Hunting Incident, Soul Society lost two of its captains.
In the aftermath, witnessed by all standing captains, Makizōjin—formerly Third Seat of the First Division—was appointed Captain of the Tenth Division.
Though he had remained a Third Seat for centuries, that was only due to his long tenure within the First Division, a place where recognition was hard-earned.
The Captain of that division needed no introduction, and even the Lieutenant, Sasakibe Chōjirō, was a fearsome man who had mastered Bankai centuries ago.
To rise under their shadows was no easy feat.
Now, acting on the Commander-General's orders, Makizōjin had delegated patrol duties to his subordinates for the evening, stationing himself alone within the Tenth Division barracks in preparation for the "unexpected contingency" Yamamoto had warned of.
Initially, he thought Yamamoto was being overly cautious.
But the sudden spike in spiritual pressure, followed by an explosive shockwave, made him realize—
The worst-case scenario was here.
Without hesitation, he used Shunpo to head toward the explosion near the Noble District.
But halfway there, the instincts he had honed over years of combat screamed in alarm.
Boom!
The ground shattered.
A massive black coffin surged from the earth.
"What?! Kurohitsugi!?"
Makizōjin hadn't sensed a single spiritual presence nearby. Where had that Kido come from?
No answer would come.
Darkness engulfed him. Terror clawed at his soul.
Far off, near the Kazewōji estate, Higashi Shuuichi stood in a deserted courtyard, the area already wrapped in a reinforced spiritual concealment barrier. His deep crimson coat fluttered in the wind. His Zanpakutō had already entered Bankai.
"The crest that oozes defiance, the genius of arrogance—tides, negation, paralysis, slumber—all stand in your way. Crawl, Iron Princess. Mutilated clay puppet. Fuse. Repel. Extend unto the earth. Learn your own powerlessness—Hadō 90: Kurohitsugi!"
It was a fully-incanted Black Coffin.
And through a pre-set anchor point, the strike landed without fail.
"Awaken, my soldier—Borrowed Corpse, Returned Soul!"
The Reishi Clone prepared at his side vanished instantly.
Elsewhere, Kurohitsugi burst apart.
Makizōjin was no Ichigo Kurosaki, who could cleave it in half, nor was he weak enough to be instantly vaporized by it.
His spiritual pressure exceeded Higashi Shuuichi's own.
Bloodied, burned—but alive.
"You?! You're the one behind this ambush?!"
Makizōjin stared at the twisted, tree-like humanoid before him, equal parts confused and enraged.
What the hell was this thing?
But Higashi Shuuichi had no interest in answering.
He didn't believe in explaining his abilities mid-battle.
Advance. Strike.
The Reishi Tree charged, its brittle-looking branches snapping forward like a guillotine.
Clash. Parry.
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One man, one tree. Equal in force.
"The wood... it's a bluff!"
A single exchange was enough for Makizōjin to realize the truth—the "tree" was a dense compression of manipulated spirit particles, no more real than a mirage.
But Shuuichi wasn't here to talk.
"Carriage of thunder, bridge of spinning wheel—light splits in six! Bakudō 61: Rikujōkōrō!"
Again, a full incantation.
In this battle space—free of constraints—Shuuichi's Kido was unleashed at its peak.
Six radiant rods of light appeared and froze Makizōjin midair.
"What the hell?! Again—no warning, no buildup!"
Makizōjin gritted his teeth. There was no dodging it.
"Now then..."
Through the clone's eyes, Higashi Shuuichi saw his prey immobilized.
He narrowed his gaze and began chanting.
The clone lifted its left arm.
"Ends of a thousand hands, fingers untouched by light. Skyward bow unreflected, blaze scattered by wind. Gather without doubt, obey my command: Light Bomb, Eightfold Body, Nine Paths, Divine Scripture, Gale's Gift, Gray Turret—draw your bow toward the distance and dissolve into radiance!
Hadō 91: Senju Kōten Taihō – Dual Pattern!"
Two identical blasts of Senju Kōten Taihō erupted—one from the main body, fully incanted; the other from the clone, unincanted.
Their convergence, magnified through anchor resonance, created devastation beyond simple addition.
A hell-born execution.
The overwhelming blast slammed into Makizōjin, exploding with such force it tore through entire streets behind him, leveling structures for kilometers.
The clone, drained by the spell, collapsed before it hit the ground.
But before it even landed, a new clone took its place.
Truthfully, this attack could've been even more powerful—but for now, Shuuichi's skill only allowed clones capable of unleashing one unincanted Senju Kōten Taihō.
That was their limit.
"Is he dead?"
Shuuichi peered through his clone's vision. The dust had blotted out everything.
The clone shared sight, but not spiritual sense.
Still, he hadn't held back.
Based on previous Hollow research tests, someone like Muguruma Kensei wouldn't have survived.
So if Makizōjin was just another paper captain, tonight's mission would be over.
But.
Makizōjin was not.
From the ashes, a battered figure emerged.
His Shihakushō shredded. A gaping hole torn through his gut. His limbs were torn and burnt, one side of his face scorched to the bone.
But even from afar, Shuuichi could feel it:
The murderous heat in those eyes.
"Greed. Wrath. Envy. Madness. Laughter. Howl, you hound of hell—descend now!
Bankai: Possessed by the Demon!"
A tidal wave of spiritual pressure burst outward.
The earth cracked. The sky fractured.
Five glowing, searing-hot chains dropped from the void and stabbed into Makizōjin's limbs and skull.
"Our fight... has only just begun!"
The captain laughed—wild, guttural—no longer human.
More monster than man.
More demon than Shinigami.
The scars Shuuichi had carved into him now wore the sheen of badges of honor.
This was only the beginning.
