RUMBLE—!!!
The entire scene shook violently.
The ground quaked, the air roared, and the deafening thunder made countless viewers clasp their ears in pain, afraid their eardrums might burst.
Then—
as the trembling continued—
the camera panned upward, pulling back toward the distant horizon.
And suddenly,
a vast, pitch-black shadow appeared.
It swallowed the sky whole, blotting out every trace of light.
Day became night in an instant.
The video darkened until almost nothing could be seen—
but the sheer weight of the moment crushed down like a storm.
Even through the screen,
the Shinigami and all other watchers could feel it:
the descent of a true calamity.
"Th-that's… a meteor!!!"
Inside the 1st Division, Matsumoto Rangiku's eyes went wide, her face pale beneath her long waves of hair.
Before her,
filling the heavens themselves—
was a massive meteor, so enormous that its true size defied the human eye.
It tore through the clouds like a burning god,
its surface ignited by friction, leaving trails of molten fire in its wake.
To the naked eye, it looked almost beautiful—
a falling star illuminating the end of the world.
But the shadow it cast…
blanketed all of Seireitei.
If that meteor hit—
it wouldn't just crush the Soul Society.
It would erase it.
Rangiku knew,
if she were standing beneath that falling mass,
she wouldn't even live long enough to scream.
The shockwave alone would tear her apart.
"Just one thought," someone murmured,
"and he summoned a meteor out of thin air. A disaster born of imagination itself…"
"This Quincy's power—it's like he commands the heavens!"
Tōshirō Hitsugaya stood frozen, watching the fiery colossus fall.
His Zanpakutō, Hyōrinmaru, normally shining with icy purity, now looked dull and dim under the meteor's glow—
as if conceding defeat to that overwhelming power.
Meanwhile, within the video itself,
the Shinigami stationed in Seireitei had been reduced to trembling shadows.
"A meteor? That's impossible!"
"Damn it—we can't fight that kind of power!"
"This isn't just a battle anymore… it's the end of the world!"
Even captains hesitated.
Their morale shattered.
The heat from the meteor's descent scorched their faces;
the mere wind from its friction seared like fire.
Some could barely breathe as the sky burned.
Hopelessness spread through the ranks like wildfire.
The battle, once fierce,
now turned one-sided—
panic consuming everything.
"Damn it…"
"These vile Quincies! First they slaughter us, now they seek to annihilate Seireitei itself!"
"Unforgivable! Absolutely unforgivable!!!"
In the 1st Division hall, the Captain-Commander's voice thundered, his fury palpable.
His eyes flared like twin suns, his spiritual pressure suffocating the room.
Normally calm and composed,
Yamamoto Genryūsai was the embodiment of order and discipline—
but beneath that exterior lay a heart that truly cared for his subordinates,
for the balance of the Gotei 13.
And now,
watching his beloved Soul Society about to be obliterated,
his fury boiled over.
"What about me?!"
"What was I doing in that future!?"
"Why didn't I stop that meteor—why didn't I use Ryūjin Jakka to burn it to ashes!?"
The old man's voice cracked, his anger mixed with despair.
But then—he stopped.
His eyes softened with a weary realization.
He remembered the earlier reveal—
that Kyōraku Shunsui would one day succeed him as the next Captain-Commander.
A shadow crossed Yamamoto's face.
He understood.
If Shunsui had taken his place,
then by that future…
he must have fallen.
The old man closed his eyes.
For now, the footage hadn't reached that moment.
He could still pretend—just for a little longer—
that his story hadn't yet ended.
But while the rest of the world despaired,
while even the mightiest Shinigami looked on helplessly—
the screen shifted.
The camera flashed.
And suddenly—
a single figure filled the frame.
Kenpachi Zaraki.
"Ken-chan! Look!"
"You're back on screen again!"
In the 11th Division barracks,
Yachiru Kurosaki pressed her chin into her hands, eyes gleaming with childlike excitement.
Her sixth sense—
the spiritual bond she shared with Kenpachi—
told her exactly what was coming.
This was his moment.
His spotlight.
The stage belonged to him alone.
Below, in the video, Kenpachi tilted his head upward, a feral grin spreading across his face.
"Finally…" he muttered.
"I've been waiting long enough."
He flexed his grip on his chipped sword.
"Stopping a meteor with normal slashes won't cut it, huh?"
Then, in perfect sync with his future self—
"Ha!!"
"A meteor, huh? Perfect!"
"I've never cut one of those before!"
He raised his blade high.
The air around him trembled.
And then, the words—
the words that shook the entire Bleach world.
"You feel it too, don't you… Nozarashi?"
"Nozarashi…"
"He said it—he actually said it!!!"
For a heartbeat, the world stood still.
Then cheers erupted across the viewing realms.
This was the moment they had been waiting for—
the long-awaited awakening of Kenpachi's Zanpakutō!
Every eye locked on the screen.
The oppressive darkness lifted, light flooding back into the world.
The savior of Seireitei had arrived.
"Finally…"
"Kenpachi's true power… is about to be revealed."
Gin Ichimaru narrowed his eyes, smiling faintly as he watched.
Even Aizen, usually unreadable, spoke in a low voice:
"A blade that can cleave the stars… indeed, it was worth the wait."
But in his gaze—
beneath that calm exterior—
was a flicker of something rare for Aizen: genuine anticipation.
And then it happened.
Kenpachi raised his sword,
the beastly aura of Nozarashi manifesting behind him.
With a roar that seemed to shake the heavens themselves,
he leapt into the sky—
a black silhouette hurtling toward the burning meteor.
Compared to the colossal mass above,
he looked no bigger than a speck.
But his spirit—
his presence—
was overwhelming.
It drowned out the meteor's light.
It burned brighter than destruction itself.
Every viewer's heart pounded in unison.
"Is he really going to—?"
"He's insane!"
"No… he's Kenpachi!"
And as he reached the peak of his ascent—
the moment his blade aligned with the heart of the meteor—
time seemed to stop.
The world fell silent.
Then, Kenpachi roared:
"Devour… NOZARASHI!!!"
His voice was wild, primal, triumphant.
The kind of roar that could split the heavens.
And in that instant—
a blinding pillar of golden light erupted from the sky,
piercing through clouds and shadow alike,
washing over Seireitei in divine brilliance.
The chipped sword in his hands transformed—
its shape expanding, its edge glowing with fierce, holy fury.
Nozarashi had awakened.
And the world…
would never be the same again.
(End of Chapter)
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