"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Within the blazing inferno, Yamamoto swung Ryūjin Jakka. Every slash ignited the world, turning the 6th Division into a field of fire.
The shinigami who escaped paled, wiping sweat from their brows.
"Lucky we ran… we'd be ash otherwise."
Captains arrived one after another.
Hitsugaya's eyes locked on Aizen. Fury roared in his chest. He charged, ice spreading over his body.
"I'll kill him with my own hands!"
Cole yawned lazily.
"If I were you, I wouldn't go in there."
But Hitsugaya ignored him, plunging straight into Yamamoto's flames. Cole only shook his head.
His gaze shifted—and caught sight of Hinamori, weeping bitterly. Rukia immediately scowled.
"What, you think she's pretty, so now you're interested!?"
"Spare me…" Cole threw up his hands. "Not my type. She's already broken by Aizen."
Kyōraku's eyes narrowed. "So, Cole-kun, you're worried about Kyōka Suigetsu?"
"No," Cole's stare sharpened. "The old man's about to use Bankai."
Kyōraku and Ukitake stiffened. Unohana, Soi Fong, and Komamura grew grim. Yamamoto unleashing Bankai meant disaster.
Meanwhile, Rukia asked Unohana, voice trembling, "Where's my brother?"
Unohana pointed at the massive black sphere consuming the 6th Division.
"Inside Tōsen's Bankai."
Kyōraku explained, voice low. "Bankai: Suzumushi Tsuishiki Enma Kōrogi."
The revelation froze Rukia. Yoruichi added, "Strange… Shiro hasn't come out. Not good."
"Leave it to me." Cole raised his golden staff. With a deafening crash, he brought it down on Tōsen's Bankai.
The sky shattered. Darkness collapsed. Tōsen vomited blood, his Bankai obliterated like paper.
The shockwave devastated everything. A crater stretched across the battlefield. Tōsen knelt, broken and bleeding, his zanpakuto shattered.
Gin sweated cold. Ulquiorra bled, only surviving thanks to regeneration. Even Aizen staggered, frowning deeply.
"This brat's zanpakuto… what is it?"
Yamamoto's glare was thunderous.
"Brat, were you aiming for me!?"
Cole coughed. "Nerves. Put in a little too much force."
Yamamoto nearly exploded. That "little" force nearly crushed him.
Kyōraku and Ukitake exchanged terrified glances. Even Yamamoto, in shikai, barely withstood it. What kind of weapon did this boy wield?
Cole deflected. "Byakuya should be fine, right? Not dead yet?"
Rukia dove into the crater, frantic, and found her brother bleeding, but alive, surrounded by his cherry blossoms.
Then Ulquiorra raised his finger, a cero charging. Rukia appeared before Byakuya, blade in hand.
"Rukia! Get back!" Byakuya rasped, horrified.
But she stood firm, lifting Sode no Shirayuki.
"Bankai—Baixia Punishment!!!"
White cold erupted.
Frost spread across the battlefield, turning everything into shimmering ice.
Rukia's form transformed—snow-white hair, crystal hairpin, elegant pure white kimono, butterfly sash, and blade of frozen purity. She stood like a snow goddess, untouchable, sacred.
Her voice rang out, cold and divine.
"Baixia Punishment."
The world bowed to ice.
(End of Chapter)
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