Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

The chill of ice and snow reached my feet.

The woman's body should have belonged to him; it was his toy, but it was taken away by those old guys and then disappeared forever on a snowy day decades ago.

Fear exploded in Tsunayoshi Tokina's heart. The falling raindrops seemed to soften, hitting his face only gently, like the caress of a lover.

That gentle woman is really annoying!

Why can't we integrate into this ugly world?

Tsuna suddenly realized that the woman was still in this world, but had become a part of it instead of a corpse.

...making the world even more awful.

Squad 12, Technology Development Bureau.

Under a gloomy, rainy sky, a black hooded cloak was draped over a person, and a distorted light screen enveloped the slender figure as they stopped beside a white building in an open space.

It was a standalone building constructed from pure white boulders, surrounded by patrolling Grim Reapers, with video bugs practically swarming every corner.

Surprisingly, this heavily monitored building was only patrolled by three small teams of guards.

The hidden figure took a step forward and lightly leaped onto the tall building.

"Lord Aizen, this is the map of the Technology Development Bureau. The laboratories in this building belong to ordinary soldiers like me; the truly important data is hidden in the underground research institute."

Inside the white building, in a simple laboratory, a young man named Yujima Oshu patiently explained...

"That's where the entire Technology Development Bureau is located."

“You did a great job, Osh. I’ve also prepared what you needed.”

Aizen Sousuke lifted the curtain a crack and looked out.

"I have high hopes for your research and I hope you can achieve useful results."

"It is truly an honor to be valued by Lord Aizen." Yujima Ouko smiled. "However, your research is the real creation. I look forward to the day you succeed."

"Hi! Mr. Mayuri Kurotsuchi, how's your research going?" The lazy man strode in, opening his arms to the mad scientist. "It seems to be progressing well. I remember how worried you looked a while ago."

“You really are an unpleasant fellow, Kisuke Urahara.” Mayuri Kurotsuchi glanced at him and took a step away. “So you’ve finally given up on that nonsensical research?”

"After all, he's a man who took everything from me and then kicked me aside. He's really ruthless."

"A unique obsession with experimental products—is that an emotion only you possess?"

Kisuke Urahara put his hand on Mayuri Kurotsuchi's shoulder in a friendly manner, which might lead outsiders to mistake them for close friends.

"So what brings you here?"

"Of course I'm here to call you for dinner. You haven't left the lab in a long time, have you? I can't keep asking you to take care of things for you, I'll get tired of it."

"Why not just let that brat vice-captain lead it?" Mayuri Kurotsuchi said. "That brat holds the title of lab director, shouldn't we find her something to do?"

"How can that be? You'll definitely start fighting, and you might even blow up the entire underground research institute. It will cost a lot of money to repair it then."

Kisuke Urahara waved his hand.

"I'm not Shingetsu, who would make the Captain pay for my barracks repairs."

"Are you saying I'm an idiot like Hiyori...?" Mayuri Kurotsuchi said calmly. "I'm not the kind of kid who goes crazy all the time."

"But Hiyori is..."

Before Kisuke Urahara could finish speaking, the alarm bells in the laboratory rang, echoing throughout the entire underground research institute.

"Oh dear, looks like there's no time for dinner."

"Thinking about food at a time like this, as expected of you, Kisuke Urahara."

"It's a shame that Mayuki won't bring me food. That's really too much," Kisuke Urahara said sadly as he opened the lab door and walked out.

"Did he get involved with that woman, Hikifune Kiryu, using this kind of method back then?" Mayuri Kurotsuchi said unhappily.

Chapter 219 Demon

Gangya Daike.

Tsuna stood in the attic.

The moment the guards pounced, he sprinted at full speed, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

The entire guards of the attic were reflected in his pupils. Looking at them like this, it seemed as if all the guards regarded him as their last enemy and wanted to cut him with their long swords.

It was as if the whole world was on the opposite side, and the world was full of malice towards him.

In an instant, he assessed the situation: the frenzied guards, tormented by life and death, had completely lost their minds, each one wishing they could devour the guards' flesh and drink their blood.

A distorted smile silently rose from the corners of his mouth.

His malice could no longer be suppressed.

He started killing.

This was a banquet where everyone could indulge themselves freely after being released from house arrest.

While under house arrest, he stayed in the clan's territory, and with nothing to do, he could only torture and kill the servants he usually came into contact with, which had long since made him feel bored.

Now that he's finally been released, and soon no one will be able to restrain him, he can finally indulge himself.

Only then did he rediscover the feeling of being alive.

The last time he came out was more than 30 years ago, and his opponent at that time was the incomparably noble head of the Shihōin family.

He desperately wanted to cut off the other person's head.

The disparity in strength between the two sides at that time was enough for him to do such a thing.

Unfortunately, those overly cautious old folks in his family wouldn't allow him to do that.

This time, no one could stop him.

Those old bastards who do evil but don't do it thoroughly are finally going to die!

If handled properly, he might soon become the head of the family.

The people who prevented him from becoming the head of the family were the heirs and the elders of the household.

With most of the heirs killed, it's time for the old guys to take their turn.

The position of head of the Tsunayo family, one of the five great noble families, is within reach and easily obtained!

Tsunayoshi Tokinada could not possibly disappear from his spot at a speed that ordinary captain-level Shinigami could never achieve. Relying on his sharp longsword and his powerful spiritual pressure, he moved as if he were in an empty field.

Yan Luo Jingdian pierced and slashed through one guard and assassin after another, leaving severed limbs flying everywhere.

The wounds left on the guards and Death itself were smooth, but their bodies were a jumbled mess!

Without a doubt, this was a massacre!

With a nimble, ghostly movement, Tsunayoshi Tokina used both hands and feet to leap up the corridor along the edge of the attic's open section with the sudden burst of power, much like a gecko.

The guards on the top floor showed no panic when they saw Tsunayoshi Tokinada suddenly appear, as if they were already used to such illogical and gravity-defying behavior.

They gripped their incredibly sharp Zanpakuto tightly, and some of the assassins even drew short swords, chains, and other weapons from their waists, ready for battle.

Tsunayoshi Tokina glanced around, but his eyes didn't focus on them; he was looking for the old guys hiding there, trembling with fear.

To him, these guards and assassins, sharpening their knives, were insignificant, not even worthy of entering his field of vision.

They are merely weeds on the long road before the overlord ascends the throne, their only purpose being to make walking more comfortable for others.

It's like a child squatting in a corner or by a crack in the ground, observing with great interest the ants busily working to survive.

Children would bring a catastrophe to these little creatures with a twig or a glass of water, then laugh heartily with satisfaction, never caring about the life or death of a single ant.

All he could do was laugh as he walked down this road.

The heat of the moment rushed through his body, and blazing flames shone on the gleaming blade.

The guards did not retreat; their sense of temperature had become blurred, and even when their bodies were set ablaze, it seemed as if it had nothing to do with them.

The elders have fallen, their dark, inky pupils coldly watching them.

It was a condescending gaze, and the cold look in his eyes made everyone's hearts tighten, as if they were being squeezed by a giant hand. If they dared to look him in the eye, their hearts would be crushed.

The elders, who had been in disbelief, suddenly looked terrified. They opened their mouths, perhaps wanting to wail, but their throats were blocked by a white, viscous, liquid-like spiritual pressure.

The power of the void overwhelmed their remaining reason, extinguishing the elders' fear. White spiritual pressure formed different masks on their faces, and ferocious white-faced monsters rose up.

The all-encompassing, relentless attack, like a surging tide, swept in from all directions simultaneously.

Aozaki Mayuki stood firmly in place, without moving an inch.

The monsters in front of him had just started running, and before they had taken more than a few steps, they suddenly turned around and began a fierce battle with the monsters beside him.

Even with blurring, one still cannot escape the illusory world of "flowers in a mirror and the moon in the water".

Aozaki Mayuki watched quietly for a moment, and then a huge burst of heat suddenly erupted in the narrow space.

In less than a second, the temperature soared by thousands of degrees!

Such extreme heat instantly evaporated all the blood that filled the surrounding area.

With Aozaki Mayuki at its core, a spherical space with a diameter of ten meters rapidly expanded, tightly enveloping the entire council chamber.

Before the family elders could even let out a scream, the raging flames that struck in an instant caused their bodies to crumble and disintegrate.

Their bodies seemed to turn into specks of dust, drifting away in the wind.

Just moments ago, this place was full of people, but in the blink of an eye, everyone has vanished, leaving the room empty. Flames still dance on the ground, and the air is filled with the smell of burning.

The raging flames mercilessly devoured the ancient building that had always protected the safety of the elders. Even the sturdy walls, reinforced by multiple demonic arts, could not withstand the onslaught of such intense heat.

Aozaki Mayuki gripped the Zanpakuto, which radiated a scorching heat, with one hand, like a fiery demon emerging from the abyss of hell, as he traversed the narrow corridor where few people remained.

The once imposing guards have all vanished into thin air, yet Aozaki Mayuki still maintains his sword-wielding posture, seemingly unaffected in the slightest.

So, who else is worthy of him wielding that long sword?

The only reason I'll wield this long sword again is for slaughter!

As he walked forward, flames burst into flames along the corridors he passed, emitting a series of piercing burning sounds.

The ancient building was finally starting to break down, and a faint creaking sound could be heard, as if it might collapse to the ground at any moment like a powerless giant.

In Aozaki Mayuki's eyes, there was no trace of the people who had turned to ashes; only the dark corridor ahead, stained with blood and filled with the aura of death, remained.