The weight of ultimate oppression pressed upon Moyu's surroundings, the atmosphere like an apocalypse as if the world itself was being unmade. Yet what struck him most was not destruction alone—it was the nature of the power. Unlike any other Espada he had faced, this Reiatsu transcended the hollow boundary, bleeding into something beyond.
Black spiritual pressure flared across Moyu's form, his eyes flashing with sharp light. When his aura collided with Szayelaporro's Jimi Cero, he felt himself being forced back, unable to halt its advance. Just then, after long silence, the mechanical chime of the system rang in his ears.
[Your Reiatsu felt weak. Striving to become stronger, you were gifted with comprehension and awakened the Realm of Destruction.]
At that instant, Moyu sensed it. From the most fundamental strata of spirit particles, his Reiatsu transformed. What once was simply force now radiated the essence of annihilation. The black pressure bled a destructive aura that tore through the air itself.
From a distance, Aizen narrowed his eyes. The Hōgyoku whispered danger, pointing to that black Reiatsu as something even it could not embrace. His integration accelerated slightly under the strain, but the warning was undeniable—Moyu's existence had breached into peril.
With his breakthrough, Moyu no longer felt the crushing weight of Szayelaporro's power. Reiatsu, the foundation of a Shinigami, now surged as his truest strength. He raised his hand calmly.
"Wind Barrier."
Air howled upward, forming walls of spiraling currents that split the onrushing Cero. The black beam fractured, stripped apart piece by piece until nothing remained.
"Sorry. It's over, Szayelaporro."
The Arrancar's pupils shrank, disbelief flickering in his eyes. His greatest Cero, devoured by Moyu's wind as though it were nothing. Yet instead of despair, Szayelaporro laughed madly.
"So that's it… so that's how it is! What irony!" His bloodshot gaze burned into Moyu, words edged with a truth only he seemed to know.
Moyu frowned, unsettled by the manic certainty but dismissing it. Raising his left hand, golden lightning coiled around his fingertip.
"Raijin no Hikari."
Thunder roared, shaping into a spear of blinding brilliance that lanced through Szayelaporro's chest. The explosion detonated with merciless fury, thunderclaps shredding his body until nothing remained but radiant arcs.
Karakura Town bathed in lightning, as though a second sun had risen. Shadows vanished, and hearts that had faltered now burned with new conviction. If it was Moyu, then perhaps even Aizen could be defeated.
"Amazing power." Aizen's voice cut through, calm as ever. His eyes traced the blazing sun in the sky. "Though Szayelaporro failed to trouble you, his purpose was achieved."
Thunder pulsed across the ruins, tearing fissures through stone and air alike. Aizen's lips curved faintly. "But do you truly believe you can defeat me?"
Moyu lifted his blade, gaze unwavering. "Victory isn't claimed with words. Only strength decides."
"Kurui Ran."
The storm answered his call. Winds surged, lifting dust and rubble, swallowing the horizon. In a heartbeat the gale sharpened into blades, a storm of cutting edges rushing toward Aizen.
Aizen moved to shunpo aside—but froze. His eyes narrowed, recognizing the trap. Wind upon wind layered into a dome, forming an invisible prison. Chains of compressed air coiled around his limbs, binding him tight.
Reiatsu flared as he broke free, but the delay was enough. Countless wind blades tore into him, biting flesh and scattering blood across the sky, painting the storm with streaks of red.
Sparks burst as Moyu's Zanpakutō met Aizen's blade in midair. Their clash rang out like struck steel, dazzling light flashing between them.
"Clever." Aizen's calm voice carried beneath the storm. "Without Kyōka Suigetsu to ensnare you, you are indeed the most difficult opponent." Reiatsu surged violently through his sword, the blast forcing Moyu's blade back. His body flickered, escaping the storm's grasp.
"But I am no longer what I was."
In the blink of an eye, Aizen appeared behind Moyu, his blade descending with destructive weight. Space itself groaned under the collapse of his strike, the ground below sinking into a crater as masonry was pulverized.
At the last instant, Moyu twisted, Lanyin intercepting. Their clash detonated in the heavens, a shockwave carving rings across the sky for tens of kilometers. This was only the force of a single exchange.
Moyu leaned forward, his blade glowing with silent wind. "I see no difference in you."
A whisper of steel cut through flesh. Blood spattered from Aizen's chest, carried away by the gale.
"You overlooked one thing." Moyu's gaze dropped slightly, his tone calm, unshakable.
"The world of wind… is my domain."
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