Bleach: From the moment I was invited by Squad Zero.

Although Yanagawa himself may not have had this intention, his actions and their consequences undeniably cast a significant weight on the scales of justice and injustice in Tosen Kaname's mind.

Although the methods, stances, and purposes are completely different, they all share the same drive to confront authority and break free from predetermined injustices.

There was a secret resonance between him and the justice that Tosen Kaname longed for deep in his heart.

"Tosen?" Aizen's calm voice rang out, seemingly noticing Tosen's unusual silence.

Kaname Tosen was suddenly jolted awake from his reverie, raising his head to face Aizen's direction, even though he couldn't see him.

"Yes, Lord Aizen, Yanagawa's actions this time are indeed surprising."

Aizen gave Tosen Kaname a deep look, his gaze behind his glasses seeming to see through something, yet he didn't reveal it.

Chapter 27 Magic

A few days later, in Seireitei, there was an izakaya (Japanese pub) built along the river.

As evening fell, the sunset painted the river a warm gold, casting a cozy glow over the small shop.

The shop had been booked in advance, and a wooden sign that read "Temporarily Closed" was hanging outside the door.

Inside the shop, the atmosphere was lively and noisy, a stark contrast to the tranquil river view outside.

Long tables were pushed together and laid out with all sorts of food and drinks, their aromas mingling with the rich fragrance of sake, filling the air.

Those sitting around were Yanagawa's classmates from his time at the Shinigami Academy.

Renji Abarai was still the loudest one, holding a sake bowl in one hand, his bright red hair particularly striking under the light, shouting loudly:

"Hahaha! Liu Chuan! I'm going to get you completely drunk today! Otherwise, once you're in heaven, it'll be hard to find you for a drink!"

As he spoke, he refilled Liu Chuan's glass, the liquid almost overflowing.

Hinamori Momo sat on the other side of Yanagawa: "Yanagawa-kun, Shiro told me that I must thank you."

When Hitsugaya Toshiro was mentioned, her eyes lit up, clearly grateful to Yanagawa for saving her childhood friend.

Kira Izuru raised his wine glass, his posture as meticulous as ever:

"Congratulations, Liu Chuan, although we may not have many chances to meet again in the future." He always spoke so formally, but the sincerity in his eyes was undeniable.

Hisagi Shuhei also held a sake glass, his usually composed face showing a hint of emotion:

"Yanagawa, thanks to you for this incident, Zero Squad... is indeed a more suitable stage for you. Take care."

As the vice-captain, he understood even better what distance Zero Division represented.

Rukia Kuchiki sat quietly a little further away, with only a cup of tea in front of her.

Shiba Isshin was another one who stirred up the atmosphere. He laughed heartily, kept drinking with Renji, and didn't forget to tease Yanagawa:

"Hey, Liu Chuan! Once you're at the Spirit King's Palace, don't forget your old buddies on the ground! If you have a chance to come down, remember to bring back some local specialties!"

However, looking at these familiar faces and listening to their regret that he had "gone to the Spirit King's Palace and would never see them again," a truth was quietly pressed down in his heart—

He will not reside permanently in the Spirit King's Palace.

Hyosube Ichibei's special permission means that he will continue to spend most of his time in Seireitei.

He will still live here, and perhaps he will occasionally run into them on the streets or during missions.

But at this moment, faced with the genuine joy of his classmates and friends for his "promotion," Liu Chuan chose to keep it a secret for the time being.

"Thank you all." Liu Chuan raised his glass again.

In the dead of night, all was quiet except for the footsteps of the patrolling Grim Reaper and the faint sound of a clapper in the distance, which rhythmically broke the stillness of the night.

The area of ​​the Ghost Path Clan was already secluded, and Yanagawa's room was simply furnished and filled with books and calculation papers.

The windows were tightly closed, and the curtains were drawn tight. Only an old lamp on the corner of the table emitted a steady and soft white light, illuminating the desk.

The warmth and excitement of the farewell party seemed to linger in the air, carrying a faint smell of alcohol.

But Liu Chuan's face showed no trace of drunkenness. He sat behind his desk, with several scrolls of his own drawings spread out in front of him.

The drawings are covered with complex runes and energy flow patterns, as well as notes filled with dense data and deduction processes.

But his attention was not on these external things at the moment.

He slowly closed his eyes, his breathing becoming deep and even, as if he had merged with the surrounding silence.

The spiritual energy within his body, the power belonging to the Grim Reaper, was like a calm lake. Guided by his will, it began to flow slowly in a way that was different from any known Grim Reaper cultivation method.

If a master skilled in the ways of the ghosts or spiritual perception were here at this moment, they might be able to vaguely sense the unusual and peculiar trajectory of the spiritual energy within Liu Chuan's body.

Instead of flowing along the conventional meridians or soul pathways, it undergoes a kind of incomprehensible "transformation" in an almost peculiar way.

This is not any Kido, Hakuda, or Zanpakuto training method from Soul Society.

This is unique to Liu Chuan, based on his profound foundation as a "genius mage" in his previous life, combined with his in-depth research on the nature of spiritual power for ten years and countless secret experiments in this life.

The "transformation" was only achieved because of this.

As his thoughts deepened, the death god's spiritual power, as calm as a lake, began to undergo an extremely subtle yet fundamental change at a certain "node" deep within his soul.

Strands of pure spiritual energy, like ore thrown into a furnace, are forged and reconstructed by an invisible "furnace core" and a "formula".

Gradually shedding some of the characteristics of this world's "spiritual particles," it became tinged with a deep, dark "black," as if it could absorb all light.

This "blackness" is not nothingness, but a highly condensed essence containing a power different from the rules of spirit particles.

It is closer to "mystery," carrying a strange quality that is subtly repelled by the Soul Society's spiritual environment, yet forcibly restrained and controlled by Yanagawa—magic.

Yes, magic comes from a past life, the source of power belonging to the mage Yanagawa.

In this world filled with spiritual particles, it should have been rootless and without origin, unable to arise. But Yanagawa found the "path".

He used the refined Death God power within his body as a foundation, his own soul as a base, a "magical circuit" reconstructed from knowledge of another world as a converter, and an "equivalent exchange formula" derived from a deep understanding of the rules of this world as a bridge.

Forcefully perform "mass-energy conversion" to transform "spiritual power" into "magical power"!

This process was extremely difficult and inefficient, and it placed a considerable burden on his soul, but it truly gave him a power in this world that was completely different from the power system he had come from.

At this moment, as the transformation proceeded, that deep black magic, like an awakening undercurrent, slowly flowed through his reconstructed magic circuits.

Unlike the harmonious resonance between spiritual power and the spiritual particle environment, wherever magic passes, the spiritual particles floating in the surrounding air seem to be subjected to invisible repulsion and compression.

The slight tremor caused an abnormally low concentration of spiritual particles in the room.

Even the light from the spirit lamp on the corner of the table seemed to dim almost imperceptibly for a moment because of this.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Liu Chuan's forehead. This transformation was by no means easy; each one was a test of his self-control and the resilience of his soul.

But there was no pain in his eyes, only the extreme focus of a researcher facing successful experimental data.

Finally, the transformation reached a critical point of stability, and Liu Chuan slowly opened his eyes.

In an instant, a deep, dark light flashed and disappeared from the depths of his eyes.

He clenched his fist slightly, but within his palm, a profound power that seemed capable of distorting common sense and interfering with the "abnormal" flowed quietly beneath his flesh and blood.

This power does not belong to the Grim Reaper, nor to the Hollows, nor even to any known power system in this world.

It is the core proof of Liu Chuan's identity as a "visitor from another world," and also his greatest reliance for daring to explore the unknown and even challenge certain established rules.

Feeling the magical power within his body, which, though far less abundant than his vast spiritual power, was more "unique" and "autonomous" in nature, Liu Chuan let out a long, silent sigh.

Transformation also requires accumulation over time.

He looked at the transcribed records of the Spirit King Palace spread out on the table, and the neatly folded Zero Division haori placed to the side.

The Spirit King's Palace, the pinnacle of the Soul Society, the residence of the Spirit King. In a few days, he will officially set foot on that supreme place.

Chapter 28 Spiritual Particle Reconstruction Technique

Several days later, at dawn, outside the Seireitei, in a wide-open area enclosed by high walls and a simple security barrier.

Liuchuan stood in the center of the open space, the Zero Division's haori fluttering slightly in the morning breeze.

Beside him was Shiba Isshin, who had changed into a neat dark outfit and wore a short jacket embroidered with a flame family crest.

This means that he was not participating in this operation as the captain, but as a member of the Shiba family.

"So, the way to the Spirit King's Palace is actually related to Captain Yixin's family?"

Looking around at the somewhat desolate area, which seemed to have nothing but a large campus, Liu Chuan voiced his doubts. This place didn't seem like an important transportation hub at all.

Shiba Shin grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and smiled mysteriously: "Hehe, didn't expect that, did you? You'll understand in a moment, it'll definitely open your eyes."

He rubbed his hands together, looking eager and excited, seemingly quite looking forward to what was to come.

Just as Liuchuan was about to ask something else—

Whoosh—buzz—!

A very deep, muffled sound shook the air without warning!

Immediately following was a sharp, piercing whistle that came from afar, arriving in an instant!

Yanagawa and Shiba both looked up at the same time.

High in the sky, a black dot suddenly appeared!

It was a giant metal pillar with a diameter of several tens of meters and a length of nearly a hundred meters!

It plummeted towards the open space!

Boom-! ! ! !

The base of the giant metal pillar slammed into the center of the open space, which had obviously undergone additional reinforcement and cushioning, but the impact still created a huge crater tens of meters in diameter.

The hard, specially treated stone crumbled into pieces like a crisp biscuit!

Thick gray smoke, mixed with violent and chaotic spiritual energy currents and high-temperature air waves, swept wildly in all directions!

Shiba Isshin was prepared. His crimson spiritual pressure erupted, forming a solid wall of flames that blocked the incoming shockwaves, debris, and heat waves.

"Cough cough... It's always like this. Can't Zero Squad choose a gentler landing position?"

Shiba waved his hand to disperse the smoke and dust in front of him, muttering his usual complaints, but his face showed little surprise or dissatisfaction. Instead, he seemed to have a sense of "I knew it."

At the base of the giant pillar, a portal slid open silently.

A figure with dark prayer beads around his neck walked out leisurely with steady steps, stepping onto the cracked and loose ground.