Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

Something must have happened.

Hun paced anxiously nearby, "What do you mean by burning the letter and telling you to hide? Something must have happened!"

"In order to avoid implicating us and those around us, we must work with the Soul Society."

Implicated...

In Ichigo's mind, Sasuke's cold face flashed by, along with his words, "To transfer the power of the Shinigami to humans is a grave crime."

Could it be...?

An ominous thought arose in his mind.

"Let's go, Soul."

Ichigo turned his back, his voice lowering, "Transform into a Shinigami, and then bring Rukia back."

Hello.

A lazy voice came from outside the window without warning.

Ichigo abruptly stopped and turned around warily.

On the windowsill, a man wearing a green and white striped fisherman's hat, wooden clogs, and a cane was smiling at him.

Behind him stood a figure that Ichigo recognized all too well—Uchiha Sasuke, who was wearing a sour expression.

The person jumped down from the windowsill and landed lightly in the room, opening the fan in their hand with a whoosh.

"It seems that Mr. Kurosaki is in trouble."

Kurosaki Ichigo stood there, stunned, staring blankly at him.

"Wooden clogs and a hat..."

Chapter 44 Please give me your guidance

Under the moonlight, cherry blossoms fell silently.

Kuchiki Byakuya's gaze was calm as still water as it fell on his stiff-bodied sister.

"Big brother..." Rukia's voice was barely audible.

Rukia Kuchiki.

Renji Abarai, who was standing to the side, put away his playful expression and became solemn: "By order of the Central 46, we have come to arrest you for illegally transferring the power of the Shinigami to humans and remaining in the mortal world."

He paused, then urged, "Where is the human who stole your power? Tell me now, and when we get back, we might be able to negotiate some leniency for you."

Rukia's body trembled violently.

She slowly raised her head, a resolute glint in her eyes.

"I don't know." She managed to say those words with all her might.

"You bastard!" Renji was furious upon hearing this.

The hilt of the sword slammed heavily into Rukia's abdomen.

"Well!"

Rukia let out a painful groan, her whole body uncontrollably curling into a shrimp-like shape.

Her spiritual power was already nearly depleted, and being inside the artificial body, she was completely unable to withstand this attack.

"I'll ask one last time, where is that human?" Renji's voice was icy as he looked down at Rukia, who was lying on the ground.

Rukia gritted her teeth, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, but she stubbornly turned her head away without answering.

"Looks like you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin."

Renji's patience finally ran out. He looked at Byakuya Kuchiki beside him and asked, "Captain?"

Byakuya Kuchiki continued to stare coldly at Rukia, without making any other statement.

Seeing this, Renji's heart sank, and he slowly raised the Zanpakuto in his hand.

He raised his Zanpakuto high and swung it down fiercely at Rukia!

However, just as the deadly blade was about to fall, a blue light refracted from the tip of the blade.

Immediately, a spiritual arrow condensed with a ghostly blue light shot out from the dark street.

"what?!"

Renji was startled and instinctively turned his head to dodge the sudden attack.

He turned around abruptly and looked towards the dark end of the street.

Footsteps, neither hurried nor slow, were approaching step by step.

A figure wearing a high school uniform and carrying a shopping bag slowly emerged from the shadows.

Renji narrowed his eyes, slung his Zanpakuto back over his shoulder, and warily eyed the boy who had suddenly appeared.

"You can see us?" His voice carried a hint of surprise.

"Two armed men are bullying an unarmed girl."

Ishida Uryu did not answer his question directly, but simply pushed up his glasses, his tone flat but undisguised in his disdain.

"This scene makes me feel very uncomfortable."

Renji was taken aback at first, then chuckled, "Huh? Who are you, brat?"

"Her classmate."

Uryu Ishida's gaze fell on Rukia, who was struggling to get up, and then added, "Someone who hates Shinigami."

Rukia, clutching her wound, staggered to her feet. Seeing who it was, her eyes widened in disbelief: "Ishida?! What are you doing here?!"

Uryu Ishida held up the plastic bag in his hand, a strange calm on his face.

"It was just a coincidence. I wasn't worried about you. If I had to say, I just suddenly wanted to buy some materials at the 24-hour sewing chain store 'Sunflower Sewing,' which is why I was passing through this area late at night."

"It's definitely not because I felt the pressure of death that I ran out out of fear, nor is it to find an excuse, and I even brought a shopping bag from home."

Rukia's face darkened, and her lips twitched involuntarily: "Has this guy lost his mind...?"

"Hey!"

A loud shout interrupted their bizarre conversation. Renji impatiently swung his sword, instantly severing the plastic bag in Ishida's hand.

"I'm asking you a question, who are you?!" Renji pointed the tip of his knife at Ishida, his eyes fierce.

"Never mind, it's okay if you don't say anything."

He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "Anyway, I'll kill you first, then deal with her."

"Wait a minute, Renji!"

Seeing this, Rukia quickly stepped in front of Ishida, saying, "This has nothing to do with this guy..."

"What are you talking about? Didn't I already answer that?"

Uryu Ishida interrupted Rukia, gently pushing her behind him, "I'm just Kuchiki-san's classmate."

"That's not an answer at all!" Renji was enraged by the brat's attitude.

"Ishida Uryu".

Ishida Uryu closed his eyes, pushed up his glasses again, and when he slowly opened them again, they were filled with sharp fighting spirit. "Nice to meet you."

"Eh?"

Renji was taken aback by this sudden self-introduction. "Why are you talking about it all of a sudden?"

Even if you are Death.

Ishida Uryu slowly raised his left hand, and azure spiritual particles began to gather at his fingertips, quietly forming a spiritual bow. "At least you should know who defeated you."

On the back of Renji's hand, which was gripping the knife, the veins bulged, turning into a furious grin.

"It's decided."

He said, enunciating each word clearly, "I'm going to kill you, brat!"

......

As Ichigo Kurosaki ran between the buildings of Karakura Town, he could sense several unfamiliar spiritual pressures emanating from nearby.

Behind him, Sasuke Uchiha and Kisuke Urahara walked side by side at a seemingly leisurely pace.

"Urahara."

Sasuke glanced at the orange-haired man in front of him, his voice as cold as ever, "Do you think that idiot can handle the people sent by Soul Society?"

Urahara Kisuke gently waved the fan in his hand, and his eyes under the brim of his hat gleamed with an unfathomable light.

"Do not."

He answered bluntly, "Although Mr. Kurosaki has made rapid progress, he is still completely outmatched when facing true elite Shinigami."

"This time, it's just to let him see the difference with his own eyes."

Sasuke's expression turned serious: "So you mean you'll make a move later?"

"Oh dear, how could that be?"

Kisuke Urahara's tone returned to its usual lazy manner, "I'm just a down-on-his-luck merchant who's been exiled. I don't want to be discovered by those old-fashioned guys in Seireitei, so I won't be making a move then."

He changed the subject, half-covering his face with his fan, and looked at Sasuke with great interest.

"But you, Sasuke, your comrade is about to be captured. What will you do?"

Sasuke shifted his gaze from Ichigo and uttered only three words.

"Irrelevant."

The moment he finished speaking, a violent spiritual pressure suddenly surged to its peak.

Renji Abarai grinned maliciously, dragging his Zanpakuto on the ground, drawing out blinding sparks. The spiritual pressure gathered on the blade was the source of that tyranny.

At his feet, Ishida Uryu was bleeding from his chest, struggling but unable to muster any more spiritual power.

Renji walked up to Ishida Uryu, raised his sword high, his eyes filled with cruel pleasure, "Remember this well before you die—"