Only now did Uryu truly understand what a Schrift was.
A Schrift wasn't a "weapon" the way he used to imagine it.
It was something carved into the soul—part of a Quincy's very being.
Like a Shinigami's zanpakuto… except even more closely bound than that.
More like an inborn talent.
The way humans are born able to cry, then learn to crawl after a few months, then walk at one or two years old, then speak between two and three.
Once a Quincy obtained a Schrift, they would instinctively grasp that power.
Like moving an arm.
Terrifying.
To be able to grant Quincies something this monstrous…
No wonder there were more than thirty captain-class combatants.
At this moment, Uryu finally understood how frightening Yhwach truly was.
Because even if the Quincy race were reduced to just him alone
He could rebuild the Quincy race again.
And at the same time, he could make ordinary humans reach captain-class combat power in the shortest time possible.
"Judging by that expression, you've probably already understood your Schrift ability," Yhwach asked, his voice heavy with authority even without anger. "How does it feel, obtaining a Schrift?"
Uryu's lips moved a few times. He lowered his head, pretending to be ashamed, and answered quietly, "It… it's not bad…"
Yhwach nodded slightly. "This is my power. It is the origin of the Quincy race. Now you understand why I'm called the Quincy King, yes?"
Uryu remained silent.
Yhwach didn't bother to nitpick. He simply continued, flat and cold:
"That 'Captain' you speak of is nothing but a thief."
"Even if he stole a fragment of my authority, how could he truly understand what it means to be the Quincy King?"
"If I hadn't been afraid the Wandenreich would be destroyed as collateral… do you really think your so-called Captain would've returned alive last time?"
"I gave him a chance. He didn't cherish it."
"Now I'll give you a chance."
Yhwach's gaze fell on Uryu as his tone deepened.
"Holy Soldier. Submit to me."
"When I purge all rebels, you will become the new Captain of the Military Police."
"Even… the Wandenreich itself may be handed to you."
Jugram's expression shifted slightly, but in the end he said nothing.
"Captain of the Military Police…"
"The Wandenreich…"
Uryu lifted his head in "surprise," but quickly showed a conflicted expression, as if he were struggling.
Under Yhwach's stare, he finally clenched his teeth hard, balled his fists, and let fury rise into his eyes.
"That damn Cole! So he's been lying to me this whole time! Using me the whole time!"
"And making me call him 'Captain', you can tell he's not a good person! Always hanging around with women!"
"He's a shameless, indecent bastard! Talking about becoming the Quincy King, he's a complete bastard from start to finish!"
"If I see him again, I won't let him off! I'll beat him until he kneels and begs, I'll make him kneel and apologize!"
Even Yhwach was a little stunned by that stream of insults.
That was… a bit too vicious.
You were his loyal subordinate a few minutes ago, and now you were cursing him into the ground.
But thinking it over, Yhwach understood.
Traitors often hate their former side more than they hate enemies.
And Uryu had "endured countless human experiments" under Cole.
After learning the "truth," this kind of reaction wasn't surprising.
However, Jugram beside him wore an uncertain, suspicious look.
From Jugram's perspective, Uryu's performance wasn't full of obvious holes… but it still carried traces of "acting."
Jugram had originally believed this was Cole's scheme, and he'd planned to keep a close watch on this boy.
But now…
The resentment and anger in those words didn't feel easy to fake.
It felt real—as if he truly hated Cole.
After a long while, Yhwach finally cut off Uryu's tirade—otherwise Uryu could've cursed until nightfall.
Uryu stopped, still looking like he had more to say.
If he could, he could keep going for hours.
Yhwach said calmly, "Enough. Tell me about your Schrift. What exactly is your ability?"
Perhaps because of Uryu's body, Yhwach couldn't "see" the strange characters clearly.
Even though the Schrift was carved by him, what ability it produced depended entirely on the Quincy who received it.
Uryu hesitated, eyes flickering, as if unsure whether to reveal it.
But he quickly made up his mind.
If he was going to hide under Yhwach's command and stay near him every day, Yhwach would eventually figure it out anyway.
Hiding it now would be foolish.
So Uryu didn't hesitate any longer and answered respectfully:
"Reporting to Your Majesty. My Schrift is Complete Reversal."
"The ability itself is to completely reverse and swap an event that has already occurred between two points—transferring it onto a designated target."
"In other words, I can make what happened to me be borne by someone else."
"This is the ability I currently understand. Perhaps the Schrift Your Majesty granted me has other aspects, but I haven't developed them yet."
Yhwach slowly narrowed his eyes.
"Reversing what has already happened… a causality-type ability…"
"This ability is very good. If developed properly, it will be no weaker than Haschwalth's Balance (Harmony of All Things)."
Jugram didn't say anything, but he could also sense how frightening this ability was.
Transfer everything that happens to oneself onto someone else.
It sounded simple.
In reality, it was horrifying.
In just a few seconds, Jugram had already thought through possible development routes.
The simplest: reversing injuries.
Or fatigue, stamina loss, mental strain—any negative influence one suffers.
Perhaps even…
The terror between life and death itself could be reversed moving the "fact of death" onto a designated target.
Of course, all of that depended on future development.
Even among the Sternritter, there were idiots who wasted godlike abilities and developed them like trash.
"All right. Go with Haschwalth and handle matters for now," Yhwach said with a wave of his hand. "Once Seireitei is dealt with, we'll deal with that Captain of yours."
As the two prepared to leave, Yhwach suddenly remembered something and looked at Uryu.
"Oh, right. What is your name?"
Uryu's heart tightened. Then he answered respectfully:
"Your Majesty, my name is… Long Yutian Shi."
Yhwach nodded.
The two left the house one after the other.
After they were gone, Yhwach intended to return to the sofa and continue resting—
Then he saw the shattered sofa.
Yhwach: "…"
"Tch… tch… tch… I really didn't expect that brat Uryu to have that much resentment."
Inside the Military Police headquarters, Cole had a blue thread floating before him, constantly transmitting Uryu's voice.
"That damn Cole… he's been lying to me… using me… always mixing with women… shameless bastard…"
Cole clicked his tongue, then turned to Rukia and said, "I don't think I've offended that kid, right?"
He admitted he'd messed with plenty of people—like those unlucky bastards in Seireitei.
But he didn't think he'd ever messed with Uryu.
Rukia's face was already bright red. She glared at him and muttered, "You idiot Cole… even Uryu knows you're always hanging around girls, living a shameless life."
Soi fong and Sode no Shirayuki also couldn't help glaring at Cole.
This bad kid… he already had them, and still wasn't satisfied he was definitely eyeing those female Quincies too.
Yoruichi and Unohana just smiled sweetly.
Cole's mouth twitched. He decided that when Uryu came back, he'd make sure the kid learned exactly why the flowers were so red.
Not far away, Ryuken smiled.
"I really didn't expect that idiot kid to have acting talent. Not only is he safe, he even obtained a Schrift."
Through the kido Tenteikura Cole used via the zanpakuto, Ryuken had already learned what Schrift Uryu obtained.
Complete Reversal.
A very strong power.
That way…
He could finally relax.
Thinking that, Ryuken looked at Cole and brought up another "idiot kid."
"Cole. You sent Ichigo to the First Division in Seireitei… do you think Yhwach would dare directly raid the Head Captain?"
Cole snapped back to attention and smiled.
"Pretty much. I know Yhwach's personality—he's arrogant. Once he decides to wage war, he'll definitely deliver a declaration."
"And that declaration… will be written in blood."
"Besides…"
Cole's lips curled into a subtle arc as he looked in Yhwach's direction.
"He doesn't have much time left to waste."
From the moment Cole met Yhwach, he could sense Yhwach's vitality steadily weakening.
Considering Yhwach's nature
And the thousand years of accumulated consumption from his slumber
Cole was 100% certain that Yhwach was starving, desperate for delicious souls to ease his hunger.
Otherwise, in the original story, Yhwach wouldn't have needed to start a massive war so abruptly.
And now there was also Cole.
Ryuken silently nodded, his right hand brushing the item in his pocket.
The key to victory.
The only thing left behind within his wife's corpse.
The Silver Blood Clot!
Time quickly reached evening.
Soul Society.
Inside the First Division.
This division—after Cole left—had returned to peace and calm.
Today, however, several uninvited guests arrived.
Several figures wearing black robes stepped out from the shadows somewhere within the First Division, staring coldly at a lit room.
One of them spoke slowly:
"Yamamoto…"
"Long time no see…"
(End of Chapter)
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