Bleach: The Path to Transcendence

On a late night, several days after Kurosaki Masaki left home and stayed at the Ishida residence.

"Boom!"

A loud noise, like muffled thunder, exploded near the Kurosaki family estate.

Immediately afterward, four uniquely shaped steel pillars appeared out of nowhere, standing firmly around the estate.

In an instant, four streams of crimson Kidō light, like raging flames, erupted from the steel pillars. In a short while, these lights intertwined and converged, transforming into a crimson barrier, like an airtight net, completely enveloping the entire Kurosaki estate.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Sharp sounds of wind being cut through filled the air. Kurosaki Tomohisa, Kurosaki Kanae, and Ishida Sōken, sensing the anomaly, dashed out of the villa like arrows released from a bow.

Their eyes were like torches, instantly spotting that their villa was trapped by this strange barrier, and dozens of figures cloaked in black robes, wielding Zanpakutō, were surrounding the barrier tightly.

Leading them was an old man with an eye patch and a head full of white hair, emanating a chilling aura.

"Shinigami?"

Kurosaki Tomohisa's eyes were full of vigilance as he stared intently at the white-haired old man in front of him, sternly questioning.

"How did you find this place!"

He immediately followed up with another question.

Hearing this, the white-haired old man smirked mockingly, disdainfully saying:

"Find? Don't be ridiculous. You have been the prey of the Tsunayashiro family from beginning to end. When that little girl was here, it would have been a bit tricky to capture all four of you without attracting the attention of the Soul Society. But now that there are only three of you left, it will be much easier to deal with."

"Be wise and don't resist. You are all valuable experimental materials. It would be a shame if you were damaged!"

The old man's voice was cold and cruel, as if the three of them were already in the bag.

"Arrogant!"

Kurosaki Tomohisa's eyes widened in anger, and a roar like thunder exploded, his aura suddenly and rapidly rising, and a powerful pressure spread around like a raging tide.

In an instant, a pillar of spiritual pressure wrapped in a sharp gale appeared out of nowhere, its light dazzling. In the blink of an eye, he activated his Vollständig, his momentum seeming to break through the sky.

A pair of huge wings grew from Kurosaki Tomohisa's back, the wings fluttering slightly. Above his head, a dazzling halo slowly emerged.

The Vollständig form instantly attracted the white-haired old man's attention, and a flash of excitement appeared in his eyes, clearly piqued.

"Interesting, this form of yours doesn't seem to be recorded in the Great Spirit Wall Painting. Is this your new power? It seems your capture level has risen again!"

The white-haired old man said with interest, his tone carrying a hint of greed.

"Hmph!"

Kurosaki Tomohisa snorted coldly, without any response, and his wings suddenly waved, countless gale feathers, like arrows released from a bow, shot towards the white-haired old man with a sharp whistling sound, the air being cut to make a piercing noise wherever they passed.

"Bakudō Number Eighty-One - Dankū!"

Seeing this, the white-haired old man's expression remained unchanged, and he lightly chanted, a transparent barrier instantly unfolding in front of him.

The countless gale feathers struck the Dankū, making a muffled sound, but they could not move forward at all, being completely blocked.

At the same time, dozens of black-robed soldiers, who had been standing silently around, moved at the same time as if they had received some invisible command.

Their figures were as swift as ghosts, wielding Zanpakutō, and they pounced towards Kurosaki Tomohisa, Kurosaki Kanae, and Ishida Sōken from different directions.

Because the three of them had been in the Human World for a long time, where spiritual energy was extremely scarce, their strength growth was limited. Compared to when Kurosaki Hiroshi left, their strength had not significantly improved.

The strength of Kurosaki Kanae and Ishida Sōken had stagnated at the level of a Lieutenant for many years, making it difficult to break through.

Kurosaki Tomohisa, however, benefited from Kurosaki Hiroshi's assistance and possessed the strength of a bottom-tier Captain.

Unexpectedly, the strongest member of the entire Kurosaki family was Kurosaki Masaki, who was only fifteen years old. Through her own efforts and talent, she far surpassed the elders in the family.

The white-haired old man had keenly noticed the traces of their family a year ago, and since then, he had been secretly observing and waiting for an opportunity to act.

Now, he seized the perfect opportunity when Kurosaki Masaki was not at home and decisively struck. He carefully planned to capture these three pure-blooded Quincies in the fastest possible time without alarming the Soul Society.

At the beginning of the battle, Kurosaki Kanae and Ishida Sōken relied on the agility of Hirenkyaku to dodge and weave through the encirclement of the soldiers, while shooting out sharp Heilig Pfeil, managing to barely resist for a while.

However, as the soldiers released their Zanpakutō one after another, a powerful spiritual pressure instantly spread out, and the situation suddenly took a sharp turn. The two of them gradually found it difficult to sustain themselves under the increasingly powerful offensive. Moreover, these soldiers were specially trained, and their Zanpakutō could cooperate with each other.

Dozens of soldiers each displayed their abilities, and the powers released by their Zanpakutō intertwined and interweaved, like an airtight net. This net, composed of Kidō power, emitted a strange light, binding Kurosaki Kanae and Ishida Sōken firmly within, and no matter how they struggled, they could not break free.

On the other side, Kurosaki Tomohisa, who was fiercely fighting with the white-haired old man, caught a glimpse of his daughter and son-in-law being suppressed from the corner of his eye, and his heart tightened. He was immediately flustered, and the originally steady rhythm of his attacks became chaotic.

"Kanae! Sōken!"

He shouted anxiously, his voice full of worry and concern.

At the moment when Kurosaki Tomohisa was distracted, the white-haired old man keenly caught this flaw. A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he immediately threw the long sword in his hand high into the air.

"Bankai - Rebūrofēnmaru!"

Along with a low shout, a powerful and terrifying crimson spiritual pressure erupted like a volcanic eruption, filling the entire space. The originally ordinary Zanpakutō underwent an astonishing change under the envelopment of this spiritual pressure, transforming into a crimson crescent shovel, with complex and mysterious patterns winding around the shovel, emitting a palpitating red light.

"Hmph!"

The white-haired old man's eyes were cold, and he did not hesitate to reach out and steadily catch the crescent shovel that had just fallen back into his hand, then waved it forcefully, throwing it out fiercely.

The high-speed rotating crescent shovel carried the whistling sound of the wind, and the crimson spiritual pressure burned like flames, turning into a dazzling crimson circle, flying towards Kurosaki Tomohisa with the force of thunder. The air was distorted and deformed by the spiritual pressure wherever it passed.

The gale in front of Kurosaki Tomohisa was easily broken through like thin paper in the face of this powerful force. The crescent shovel heavily struck Kurosaki Tomohisa, and the huge impact directly sent him flying out, and he fell heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string, raising a cloud of dust.

If Kurosaki Tomohisa had not activated Blut Vene in time at the moment of being hit, relying on the powerful defensive ability of Blut Vene to withstand this blow, the unparalleled attack just now would have been enough to separate his head from his body.

Even so, he was seriously injured, a huge crack splitting open on his chest, blood flowing continuously, and his face was as pale as paper.

Kurosaki Tomohisa endured the pain, just wanting to struggle to get up, when a dozen cold and shining Zanpakutō instantly pressed against his throat, the cold blades touching his skin. As long as he made a slight movement, he would immediately lose his life.

"Capture complete!"

The white-haired old man looked at this scene with satisfaction, a smile on his face.

"Puchi!"

Just as the white-haired old man was complacent, he suddenly found a boy of about seven or eight years old wearing overalls behind him, holding a long sword that directly pierced him from behind. What was strange was that there was not a trace of blood flowing out of the pierced area.

"Looks like I made it in time!"