Rumble—!!!
The sky above the Seireitei was completely flooded with blinding gold.
The Spiritual Pressure released by Kenpachi Zaraki was so dense it felt almost solid, pressing down on the world itself.
With his eyepatch torn away, the final seal shattered.
Kenpachi's tall, muscular frame radiated savage power, like a primordial beast freed from its chains.
"Hahahaha! Take this!! Monster!!!"
His blood-red eyes burned with frenzy. Gripping his jagged Zanpakutō with both hands, he plunged down from the sky, sword pressure roaring—violent enough to split heaven and earth apart.
There was no technique.
No refinement.
Only the most brutal, extreme slash imaginable.
The howling wind tore space itself open, black裂纹 spreading wildly through the air.
"Kenpachi's Spiritual Pressure… it's grown this far?!"
Below, Kyoraku Shunsui pressed down his straw hat, barely holding his ground, shock filling his eyes.
"He'll win!" Soi Fon clenched her teeth. "A strike that can cut space itself—no one could take that head-on!"
All remaining Shinigami fixed their gaze on the sky, pinning their last hope on the Eleventh Division Captain.
Yet—
Before that world-splitting slash, Uchiha Tobirama remained utterly unmoved.
Not a ripple appeared in his deep violet Rinnegan.
He did not dodge.
He did not defend.
He didn't even coat his hand with power.
"The strongest basic slash?"
A curl of contempt lifted the corner of Tobirama's mouth.
He slowly withdrew his right hand from his pocket.
Then—
As the massive Zanpakutō came within a finger's breadth of his forehead—
Clack.
A clear, almost gentle sound echoed through the air.
In the next instant, the golden sword pressure that had been tearing space apart vanished without a trace.
"What—?!"
Kenpachi's pupils shrank violently.
Under countless horrified gazes, Tobirama's bare hand—unprotected, unmarked—had calmly caught the blade.
Two fingers.
The jagged edge failed to cut even the skin of his fingertips.
"Impossible…"
Below, Hitsugaya Toshiro felt his blood run cold, Hyōrinmaru trembling in his grasp.
"Two fingers… stopped Kenpachi at full power?!"
"Cut… CUT!!!"
Kenpachi roared madly, veins bulging as he forced every ounce of Spiritual Pressure into his sword.
But Tobirama's hand didn't move.
Not even a millimeter.
"Try harder, beast."
Tobirama looked down at him, mockery filling his eyes.
"You call that a cut?"
"You can't even break the space between my fingers."
Kenpachi snapped.
"You bastard!!!"
"Too weak."
Tobirama's gaze turned icy.
His fingers twisted.
Crack—!!!
The Zanpakutō snapped cleanly in half.
Fragments flew through the air.
"My sword—?!"
Kenpachi's eyes went wide.
Before despair could even register—
Tobirama moved.
Thud! Thud!
His hands clamped onto Kenpachi's arms like divine iron.
"You love fighting."
"You love physical clashes."
"Then experience true physical despair."
Power erupted.
RIIIIIP—!!!
The sound of tearing flesh echoed across the sky.
"Aaaaaargh—!!!"
Kenpachi screamed—an inhuman, agonized cry—as his arms were ripped free from his body.
Blood sprayed like fountains.
Bone and flesh were torn apart in full view of the stunned captains.
The strongest berserker of the Gotei 13—
Maimed alive by sheer physical force.
Kenpachi staggered, blood pouring freely, yet madness still burned in his eyes.
"It's not over… I'm not dead yet!!!"
He lunged forward, jaws open, trying to bite Tobirama's neck.
"Tch. Annoying mad dog."
Tobirama tossed the severed arms aside and raised his boot.
Then—
BANG—!!!
His foot came down.
Like a melon struck by a mountain.
Kenpachi Zaraki's head exploded instantly.
Blood, bone, and fragments scattered through the air.
His life ended without even a final scream.
The headless corpse stiffened for a moment.
Tobirama kicked it away.
Boom.
It vanished into the ruins.
Silence.
Kaname Tōsen—decapitated.
Sajin Komamura—crushed.
Kurotsuchi Mayuri—erased.
Kenpachi Zaraki—torn apart and executed.
In the sky, Tobirama lowered his foot.
His cloak was spotless.
Hands back in his pockets, he surveyed the remaining captains.
Soi Fon.
Kyoraku Shunsui.
Hitsugaya Toshiro.
Cold sweat soaked them through.
Their hands shook violently around their Zanpakutō.
Clang.
One sword slipped from trembling fingers and struck the stone.
The sound echoed like despair itself.
Tobirama looked down at them, arrogance etched into his expression.
"Who's next?"
"Anyone else want to try the sole of my shoe?"