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"Crack—!!!"
A twist. A snap.
Right in front of everyone.
All because of one light, casual sentence from Gremmy Thoumeaux. Under the power of his "imagination," the moment he decided Yachiru's arm was as fragile as a cookie… it actually broke just like one.
And worse—
Even when the pain finally reached her brain, Yachiru still hadn't processed what happened. Her body kept moving on old instinct, swinging forward as if nothing were wrong.
Which created a horrifying sight:
Her body leaned forward in mid-strike, blade still raised for an attack… while the broken arm dangled uselessly, dragging along the floor at a sickening angle, ready to tear completely off at any second.
Anyone who saw it—
Anyone at all—
Would feel their skin crawl.
11th Division
"Damn it…"
"What the hell did that bastard just do?!"
Ikkaku's eye twitched hard. He couldn't keep watching. Fury clenched his fists tight, his glare burning holes through the screen.
Yachiru…
She was just a kid!
And that man—grown, fully aware—actually struck a little girl. Not only that, he used something so twisted and cruel it barely counted as a fight.
It was lower than low.
"Damn…"
Behind colorful lashes, Ayasegawa Yumichika let out a long, pained sigh. He knew these were future events, but seeing Yachiru's confused, panicked face as she tried to process the agony… it made his heart ache.
"Gremmy Thoumeaux…"
Like a beast waking up.
Kenpachi's expression darkened. In his eyes—reflecting the image of Yachiru collapsing—bloodlust started to boil.
His grip tightened around his sword.
He lifted the chipped blade.
Then, through clenched teeth, voice rumbling with murderous intent, Kenpachi growled:
"He dared lay a hand on Yachiru… I'm gonna cut that kid into pieces."
Elsewhere – 2nd Division Barracks
"How is it, Ōmaeda? Did you find anything? Who exactly is Gremmy Thoumeaux?!" Soi-Fon's voice cracked like a whip.
As the Commander of the Stealth Force, she'd ordered an immediate investigation the moment his name appeared in the subtitles. And yet—
"C-Captain…"
Sweat dripped down Ōmaeda's shaking cheeks. He swallowed hard and stammered:
"I… I'm very sorry… We searched everything. Twice. There's no record of any Gremmy Thoumeaux. Not in the Seireitei. Not in Rukongai. Nowhere."
His head dropped.
He could already feel the storm about to hit.
And sure enough—
"What?! You idiot—do you even hear yourself?!"
Soi-Fon kicked her desk over, pointing at Ōmaeda's head like she wanted to crush it between her fingers.
"Mobilizing all our forces and you can't find one person?! The Stealth Force is full of useless dead weight!"
When she was angry enough, she didn't care who she yelled at. Even herself.
Being forced to watch, powerless to act… it tore her patience apart.
4th Division
"This is bad…"
"It's not just her arm. Yachiru's entire skeletal structure is starting to weaken."
Captain Unohana's eyes narrowed.
With centuries of experience as the Soul Society's greatest healer, she saw the truth instantly—Yachiru's physical condition was deteriorating rapidly.
Not just her arm.
All her limbs were going limp. Unable to support her weight, she collapsed heavily to the ground, her tiny frame folding in on itself.
If this continued…
Her entire skeleton would break. And then she would die in a twisted heap.
"But… but that man didn't do anything!" Kotetsu Isane's voice cracked with despair, just like her future self in the video—helpless, horrified.
"Just by imagining it… he can make it real? This is the first time I've seen such a terrifying ability…"
Unohana's expression was complicated.
Her lifespan rivaled the Captain-Commander's. She was one of the oldest and most battle-hardened Shinigami to ever live.
In over two thousand years, she had seen everything imaginable.
But this—
This "imagination" ability—she had never heard of anything like it.
"Captain… is there really no way to save her?!" Isane's voice wavered, on the edge of tears.
On the screen, Gremmy had already walked right up to Yachiru.
"Shinigami…"
"Now you understand, don't you? Imagination is the strongest power in the world. Nothing else even compares."
His lips curled into a cruel smile.
Hands in his pockets, Gremmy looked down at Yachiru—her cheek pressed flat against the cold floor, body broken and unable to move.
"My imagination becomes reality. All of it. Just like…"
"I'm about to imagine your death."
"..."
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