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"Hadō 91: Senjū Kōten Taihō!"
The chant echoed through Karakura Town's skies, carried by Urahara's reiatsu-laced voice.
Golden hair danced as his green coat billowed.
Though his expression was hidden, the surging reiatsu and the warping space around him revealed the terrifying power he concealed.
"So this is a Shinigami's Hadō?"
Starrk's lazy expression vanished, replaced by ecstatic discovery.
The top Espada trembled with excitement.
"Hey, Starrk, calm down!" Lilynette Gingerbuck, his soul-bound partner, rolled her eyes. "You're the top Espada! Act like it!"
She scoffed—just a Hadō, a Shinigami skill. Why the fuss?
"No," Starrk shook his head, eyes gleaming. "Hadō above 90 are legendary. Even in the Soul Society, few Shinigami can use them."
"Legendary?" Lilynette frowned. "So this clog-wearing guy's a big deal?"
"Exactly," Starrk said, scanning the silent hall. "I doubt anyone's underestimating Urahara now."
The hall was deathly quiet.
The Arrancar, including the Espada, showed fear, shock, and awe.
This was just the chant's prelude.
Once Senjū Kōten Taihō was unleashed, the visual impact would be unimaginable.
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Soul Society, 2nd Division Barracks
The office mirrored Las Noches' silence.
The sky in the video darkened.
After the chant, Urahara's reiatsu morphed into countless crimson light cones, radiating destructive energy.
They hovered, flashing intensely, filling half the sky.
"Holy…!"
Marechiyo Ōmaeda, stunned for ages, finally blurted a curse.
His chubby face trembled, drenched in sweat from the terrifying scene.
"Captain… Urahara's insane!" he stammered.
He'd doubted Urahara's strength, seeing him as a scientist, not a fighter.
A century ago, as 12th Division captain, Urahara rarely left his lab, always tinkering.
Most saw him as the weakest captain of his era.
"Fully chanted Hadō 91…" Soifon recovered, her shock surpassing Ōmaeda's.
As a young recruit, her jealousy of Urahara—whom she saw as a bad influence on Yoruichi—clouded her view.
Even after he became a captain, she never respected him.
But this scene shattered her misconceptions.
Hadō above 90 were notoriously hard to master.
Even Soifon, skilled in stealth, couldn't touch their threshold.
"I've never seen a Hadō above 90. It's terrifying," Ōmaeda said, wiping sweat.
The light cones shifted, locking onto Aizen.
They were primed to fire.
"If a captain-level Shinigami got hit, they'd be obliterated," Soifon said gravely.
"What?! That strong?!" Ōmaeda gasped, covering his mouth.
"I get why Urahara's top 15 now. This Hadō alone qualifies him," Ōmaeda said, doubts erased.
Even Soifon, prideful as she was, admitted, "I misjudged him. He's strong."
But her tsundere nature flared.
Ōmaeda, sensing it, flattered, "Captain, the ranking's just started. You might outrank him!"
"Maybe," Soifon said, her resolve hardening.
As one of the few female captains, she refused to believe she was inferior.
If Urahara made the list, her unparalleled Shunpo should too.
The screen moved.
"Go!"
Urahara pointed Benihime.
Hundreds of crimson beams, like meteors, surged with annihilating force toward Aizen.
The sky roared, clouds shattered, and the air wailed.
The destructive power shook the heavens.
"This is insane!!!"
Ōmaeda's eyes nearly popped out, speechless.
Soifon's face was grim, her soul trembling at the explosion's peak.
The screen was engulfed in crimson energy, ending the first ranking.