"Cough!"
Blood gushed from Urahara Kisuke's mouth as the spear tore through his chest, viciously piercing his internal organs. His eyes widened, bloodshot and filled with disbelief.
What… just happened? So fast!
What kind of attacking Zanpakto is this? Or… is that bastard Aizen finally making his move?
"Urahara!"
Shihouin Yoruichi's eyes snapped wide open, her body jolting in shock at the sight before her. For the first time, she saw her always-composed, ever-smiling best friend gravely wounded.
"Damn it…! Could it really be that bastard Aizen?!"
Yoruichi's gaze snapped toward the spear—it twisted unnaturally as it pulled itself out of Urahara's chest, retreating like a living thing.
Furious, she leapt outside the shop into the night air. But instead of Aizen, her eyes locked onto a floating figure—a young man standing calmly in the sky.
"…Who the hell is that? One of Aizen's new lackeys?"
The man's face was completely unfamiliar. Yoruichi hesitated for a split second, just enough time for him to act.
Raising his left hand, Saito Kenji coldly declared:
"Hado 88—Flying Dragon-Striking Heaven-Shaking Thunder Cannon!"
"BOOM—!!"
A massive beam of spiritual energy tore through the shop, vaporizing the ground beneath and reducing buildings to rubble. The blast shook the entire block like an earthquake.
"Urahara! Damn it!!"
Yoruichi cursed herself for being distracted at such a critical moment. But just then, a weak, strained voice called out from across the street.
"Cough… I'm okay, Miss Yoruichi. But this guy—he's strong. Captain level at least. Be careful…"
Kisuke emerged from the shadows, staggering, his coat soaked with blood. The wound on his chest was still gushing, exposing torn organs and cracked ribs. His body bore scorch marks and deep burns from the previous blast.
But Yoruichi knew: as long as he could stall for time, Urahara's Benihime could heal even this.
She sighed in relief, then cracked her knuckles with a dark grin.
"Good. Then I can stop holding back. Whoever you are, kid—I don't care if you're Aizen's lapdog or not. You've pissed me off."
Her spiritual pressure surged violently, cracking the pavement beneath her feet. The very air trembled as she prepared to strike.
But Kenji didn't flinch.
"Shihouin Yoruichi… Even with your famed Hakuda, you won't defeat me."
He lifted his arm, summoning his weapon once again—a brilliant spear that pulsed with divine energy.
"Go—Gungnir!"
With a deafening whoosh, the spear shot forward like a comet, trailing a glowing arc across the night sky. Even before it reached her, Yoruichi felt a chill down her spine.
"What the hell is that thing…?!"
She forced herself to move, vanishing with a burst of speed.
"I'm Shihouin Yoruichi! You won't land the same sneak attack twice!"
But this time was different.
The spear curved midair—alive, relentless, homing in with increased speed. It twisted and followed her, impossible to shake.
"Tch…! Binding Spell 81—Danku!"
A translucent barrier snapped into place between her and the incoming spear.
CLANG!
Gungnir smashed into the wall.
CRACK!
To her horror, the barrier shattered like glass. In an instant, the spear pierced through and struck her square in the chest.
"Gah—!!"
Blood sprayed into the air as Yoruichi plummeted like a broken bird, crashing to the ground.
"W-What is with this guy's power…?! It tracks… changes direction… even accelerates? That spear—it's a damn cheat code…"
Clutching her bleeding chest, Yoruichi grimaced, struggling to stay conscious. Her gaze met Kisuke's again, strained and desperate.
"Urahara! How much longer?!"
"Almost there!" Urahara gasped. He was enveloped by a massive feminine-shaped puppet, its arms weaving healing energy around him. "Just a little more time!"
But his voice trembled. Not from fear. From realization.
"...But Miss Yoruichi… he's not going to give us that time."
Her eyes snapped upward.
Saito Kenji stood still, hand raised high, spiritual energy coalescing like a sun above his palm.
"Hado 91—Senju Kōten Taihō!"
(Thousand-Hand Bright Sky Cannon)
Even without a chant, the spell erupted with overwhelming force. Beams of light rained from the heavens like divine judgment, engulfing the ruined street in a storm of energy.
"BOOOOOOM—!!"
Everything disappeared in the light—buildings, rubble, even shadows. The blast roared like the fury of a god, swallowing everything in its path.
In the center of it all stood Kenji, watching the destruction unfold. His cold voice whispered to the wind:
"This is my power… But it's still not enough."
Looking over the shattered ruins that stretched for tens of thousands of meters—like the aftermath of a catastrophic bombing—Saito Kenji smiled with satisfaction. Yet, deep within, he was still discontent.
Aizen Sōsuke, even with Kyōka Suigetsu, shouldn't be able to beat me before merging with the Hōgyoku...
That much, he was sure of. But despite his confidence, he knew one thing: he was no match for the captain of the Gotei 13 who could control solar flames reaching 15 million degrees.
In this brutal world of Bleach, survival demanded evolution. And for that, he needed the Hōgyoku.
If I want to become king… I must obtain it. At any cost.
Just then, his senses flared.
"Trying to escape? No... a sneak attack?" he muttered, eyes narrowing. "That damn Urahara Kisuke…"
Without hesitation, Saito raised the Spear of Destiny that had returned to his hand. "Go—Gungnir!"
Whoosh—!!
The mythical weapon, said to never miss its mark, tore through smoke and rubble like a meteor. A moment later, a sickening poof echoed through the air.
Urahara Kisuke, who had just managed to recover from his earlier injuries using Shikai, was once again impaled—this time through the chest. Blood spurted violently as he collapsed to the ground, battered and gasping.
"Urahara!" Shihouin Yoruichi shouted, her face pale with horror. She tried to rush to him, but her own injuries held her back.
Gungnir had pierced her before too, and coupled with the blast from Hado #91, her body was reaching its limit. Her legs buckled mid-Shunpo, and she collapsed helplessly.
Near her, the Spear of Destiny returned to its master, now slick with blood.
Urahara, groaning, could no longer hold his Shikai. He lay flat on the ruined ground, pain etched into his features, but still conscious.
"…Gungnir… Odin's spear from Norse myth… A weapon of legend... no wonder it's so terrifying…"
Saito Kenji approached slowly, every step echoing like a judgment. Urahara let out a bitter laugh.
"We lost... Completely. You can do whatever you want. Kill us if you must."
Saito stared down coldly.
"I have no hatred for you. I'm not Aizen's dog."
"…What?" Urahara blinked in confusion.
Yoruichi, struggling to lift her head, growled, "No hatred? Then why the hell did you attack us, you bastard?!"
"I came for something," Saito said coolly. "Hand it over, and I'll spare both your lives."
Urahara's eyes narrowed. "You want…?"
"That's right." Saito smirked. "The Hōgyoku. Give it to me."
"Never," Urahara answered flatly, not even hesitating. "I threw that cursed thing away a long time ago. I don't even know where it is."
"Liar." Saito sneered. "Don't insult my intelligence."
He gripped Gungnir and drove it through Urahara's left hand.
"Aaaagh!!" Urahara howled in agony, blood pouring from the wound. Sweat beaded on his forehead, but he clenched his jaw.
"I… told you… I don't have it…"
"Liar!" Saito growled, jabbing Gungnir again—this time through the right hand, severing tendons with brutal precision.
Yoruichi turned away, unable to watch her friend suffer. But she didn't stop him. She knew Urahara's resolve—he would rather die than give that thing to someone like this.
Saito kept going. In minutes, he had crushed Urahara's hands, feet, and even blinded his eyes. His internal organs were all but ruined.
And still—no Hōgyoku.
Frustrated, Saito's eyes turned toward Yoruichi.
"Still silent?" he sneered. "Then I'll start with her. Let's see how you like watching her lose those pretty legs."
"STOP!" Urahara screamed. "Don't lay a finger on her! If you want to torture someone—do it to me!"
Even with all his pain, Kisuke's voice trembled in fury and desperation. But his body was broken. There was nothing he could do but scream into the void.
"Touching," Saito said sarcastically, spitting at him. "But meaningless."
He raised Gungnir high.
"Well then… I'll begin with her right leg—"
[Meanwhile, in the Chat Group]
Uchiha Miyuki: "Ohhh! This guy's actually strong. He's got my waifu Yoruichi and Kisuke cornered like that? Damn!"
Luo Hao: "To be fair, Kisuke was hit by a sneak attack, and Gungnir really counters Yoruichi's movement-based combat. A fair fight might've gone differently."
Yamamoto Mei: "Aizen may have overestimated him. This guy's power is carried entirely by that spear. He's not even close to the Naruto Transmigrator from before."
Esdeath: "Still, he's a Shinigami, right? He must have a Zanpakutō. Might be hiding something…"
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Maybe… but speaking of which—World Noble-kun, aren't you going to save Yoruichi? She's your favorite, right?"
Jaeger: "He won't kill them. Not yet. But if you want to act—go ahead."
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Alright! I'm going first! Gotta rack up that mission score and grab those lottery draws!"
Yamamoto Mei: "I'm not in this mission, but I'll back you up, Utaha!"
Moments later, under the envious gaze of Kocho Shinobu, Kasumigaoka Utaha completed her transformation and dove from the heavens.
ROOOOOOAAARR——!!
A thunderous dragon's roar ripped through the air. Saito froze, eyes snapping skyward.
A massive, pink Eastern dragon—hundreds of meters long—descended from the clouds like a god of judgment.
What the hell…? A dragon? In Bleach?
Saito stared in disbelief.
It looks like Kaido… No… More like a feminine Momonosuke…?
Before he could piece it together, a voice roared from above:
"Thunder Flame Dragon Hammer——!!"
The massive beast's head ignited with flames and lightning, crashing down with overwhelming force.
This was a move once used to send the god-killer Jibril flying ten thousand meters in another world.
Now, it was aimed at him.
"Shit—! Thunder and fire?! Is this some Mythical beast from One Piece?! Don't tell me… another Transmigrator?!" Saito cursed, panic flashing across his face.
He had always believed he was the only Transmigrator in the Bleach world. But this… this changed everything.
No. I won't allow it. There can only be one king.
His eyes burned with murderous intent.
No matter who she is, she must die. Right here. Right now.
He tightened his grip on Gungnir, his blood boiling.
No matter who you are—this world belongs to me!
Even the hogyoku and Yoruichi were momentarily forgotten.
Kenji Saito tightened his grip on the Spear of Destiny, the muscles in his right arm bulging with power.
His eyes locked onto the pink dragon above—Kasumigaoka Utaha—his instincts screaming to take her down before she could strike.
Just as he was about to hurl the spear with deadly precision, a voice—calm, cold, unmistakably feminine—rang out across the battlefield.
"Sixty million volt Thunder Dragon—!"
Zzzzt! Zzzzt!
The air distorted. A colossal thunder dragon, coiling and thrashing like a beast from another dimension, surged across the sky. Its lightning form tore reality like paper as it screamed toward Saito Kenji.
His pupils contracted in disbelief.
"What…?! This is… Enel's move? The power of the Goro Goro no Mi?"
But it was too late.
BOOM!!
The heavens erupted.
The entire battlefield was consumed by blinding light and deafening sound. Lightning swallowed Saito Kenji whole, scorching through him like a god's judgment.
His body contorted in the epicenter of the explosion, wrapped in violent arcs of electricity and licking flames.
And then—before the smoke could even settle—
Kasumigaoka Utaha descended like a falling star.
Wreathed in fire and lightning, her massive dragon form smashed into the ground, slamming Saito Kenji into the shattered earth with bone-crushing force.
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