The only player in the world of Bleach.

What happened up there?

No one knows the specific reason or whereabouts of its disappearance.

Because everyone's attention was drawn to that chaotic atmosphere, they appeared almost helpless.

"What is that?"

"I don't know... Ah! Houses, trees, and... clothes!"

The twinkling stars are shimmering.

Everything around them—trees, houses, even the clothes on everyone's bodies—was on the verge of collapse.

As if eroded by an invisible force, they silently crumbled away. They shattered, transforming into tiny, flickering blue specks of light, like fireflies…

As is widely known, the entire Soul Society is a construct built from spirit particles.

Then... a simple question arises at this moment.

Why are captain-level characters not allowed to unleash their Bankai within Seireitei?

The reason is simple.

"Did it cause a collapse...?"

Aizen Sousuke raised his hand, adjusted his glasses, and his tone became unusually excited, even with an indescribable sense of elation.

"He's just an intern, a Shinigami who's only just mastered Shikai, yet he's displaying captain-level strength at this moment, even exhibiting natural phenomena close to Bankai through the use of his ability..."

His lips were slightly pursed, revealing an undisguised sense of pleasure.

"Tosen, do you know what this means?"

The latter wisely shook his head... The blind boy was quite nervous at first, but now he was completely relaxed.

No need to help this guy, he's too strong!

"I am unaware."

"We have encountered a rare genius."

And this person...

"They are our most important companions."

Could there be any more exciting news than this?

While the two were happily evading taxes, Soi Fon had already begun evacuating the crowd.

"Get out of here, everyone! Get out of here! Anyone who wants to live shouldn't linger! It's dangerous here!"

The essence of a spirit is also a spirit particle. For some ordinary wandering souls, simply staying within the range of Bankai can be directly affected to the point of death (see Ise Nanao).

Having served as Yoruichi Shihouin's bodyguard, Soi Fon's sensitivity to these things was clearly different from that of ordinary members.

She looked at the somewhat bewildered members of the Eleventh Division in the distance, her tone filled with disappointment.

"Evacuate the crowd immediately! Do you want to die too? Don't just stand there!"

The latter quickly took action, which alleviated the riots to some extent.

Soi Fon managed to glance at the two sides still locked in a standoff—if she could, she really wanted to stop Matsushita Yusuke's actions.

But clearly, the current situation is far beyond her control.

What will happen next?

Everything is unknown!

……

Oni Yanshiro Kenpachi was extremely nervous at this moment.

As the team leader, he shouldn't be showing these kinds of emotions at a time like this.

But he was indeed somewhat afraid... because the formed thing above his head was asserting its threat to him with an unparalleled presence.

This is definitely not a force that I can easily ignore!

Although it was embarrassing, he did consider whether he should run away first.

But the result was obviously negative. As the target, Lingzi could feel the tension of being locked on... The air was contracting and tightening, and hostility like steel needles hung in front of his forehead, making him break out in a cold sweat.

If you take the initiative to attack, it will only allow the opponent's attack to take shape sooner.

Should we compromise a little and try to communicate?

"What...is that?"

Yusuke Matsushita did not respond. He simply lowered his gaze and stared at his index finger, a thoughtful expression on his face.

The application of abilities is not static.

As proficiency increases and knowledge accumulates, these things are constantly taking shape.

Inspiration is but a fleeting flash, and Yusuke Matsushita is trying to grasp it.

Something...

It seems to be about to hatch.

The person in question was engrossed in their own world, while the 'black coffin' above their head had completed its entire preparation process.

It began to pour.

Black, muddy substances fell from the sky.

The air itself seemed to be imbued with its own deep, somber gloom.

The moment the black mud touched the earth, everyone could feel... the ground began to sink silently.

Some people couldn't dodge in time, and the hem of their clothes was stained with this deep luster.

It was just a pause in breathing.

Its sleeves have been silently dissolved and eroded.

The black, muddy substance continued to rise, like an endless, insatiable, invisible beast, silently devouring the victim's body.

"Get out of the way!"

A voice approached from afar, and in the blink of an eye, Soi Fon cut off his entire garment.

A large piece of fabric floated down, but before it even hit the ground, it was completely 'swallowed up'.

The 11th Division members, belatedly realizing what had happened, screamed and practically scrambled away from the spot.

Soi Fon had no time to worry about these ordinary soldiers; her gaze was fixed on the two opposing sides.

What about Ghost City?

As the primary target of this attack, this creature was almost instantly engulfed and vanished into the black mud.

On the other side, Matsushita Yusuke was surrounded by blue spiritual energy, exuding an extraordinary aura.

Do not……

Or.

This form of expression is closer to "strangeness".

At this moment, Matsushita Yusuke seemed to be completely immersed in something else, to the point that he showed an extremely indifferent attitude towards everything.

This is not the person she usually knows.

"What on earth did this idiot do...?"

After a brief moment of thought, Soi Fon decided to contact Yoruichi to handle the situation.

But soon, she found herself caught in a dilemma between duty and personal feelings... Was it really reasonable to ask Yoruichi to take care of her for her own selfish desires?

I couldn't wait for her to figure it out.

Because another roar that terrified her was coming.

"Swastika!"

Bang! ! !

The black mud was completely blasted open by the earthquake.

The disheveled Oni Yancheng Kenpachi stood still, his aura rising steadily, and he began to roar hysterically.

"You forced me to do this, you brat! I'll tear you to pieces!!!"

Swastika!

This means that the situation is spiraling out of control!

This is different from what we agreed on before!

Soi Fon was about to speak, but before she could, Matsushita Yusuke, who had caught the flash of inspiration, gave his answer.

He then extended his right thumb.

Bankai?

Not bad either...

This way, you can try out the other insights you just gained.

He used his palm as a knife, looking indifferently at the nearly boiling Oni Kenpachi.

Matsushita Yusuke parted his lips slightly and murmured as if in a dream.

"One-shot cremation."

The situation was nearly out of control, and both sides were on the verge of exploding with anger.