Bleach: Traveling through Soi-Fong, Starting from Bankai

"Will it waste too much of his time?"

Aizen: ...

Aizen fell silent for a moment.

Even with his intelligence, he didn't know how to answer this question.

"Well, well..."

As Aizen started to speak, his expression was shocked.

A second later, Chojiro Suzuki and Seinosuke Yamada's expressions also changed drastically.

Cold and shuddering.

An ominous aura was overwhelming, mixed with a spiritual pressure as powerful as the deep sea, and the three of them seemed to be sinking to the bottom of the sea.

"This, this is!"

Chojiro Suzuki and Seinosuke Yamada turned around and looked at the sand dune that Aizen had just jumped off.

........................

five minutes ago.

"boom----"

Kyoraku Shunsui was hit by bullets again and was blown away while rolling.

He stuck his two swords into the ground, using them as crutches, and supported his body with difficulty, gasping for breath.

He was in a very miserable state at the moment. The captain's haori was long gone, and he was only wearing a tattered black Shinigami uniform.

The hat and goggles he was wearing were blown away to who knows where.

"What a hassle..."

His expression was tired. The continuous fighting and confrontation in a short period of time had consumed his physical and mental strength to a great extent.

"Even those who hid in the shadows were blown away. When did such a monster appear in Hueco Mundo?"

He talked to himself, but was not in a hurry to escape. Instead, he took the time to rest.

"It's not polite to call someone a monster."

A long leg stretched out from the smoke and dust, and Koyate Stark walked towards Kyoraku Shunsui at a leisurely pace.

"Mr. Kyoraku Shunsui, I remember your name very clearly."

"Just like I remember your fighting art deeply."

There was a hint of appreciation in his tone.

There were only a few holes in Koyate Stark's clothes, but no wounds on his body.

He still maintained his casual aura, as if no battle had ever taken place.

"Also, isn't it normal for Kyoraku-san to hide in the shadows and be attacked by me?"

"My declaration last round was 'black.'

"You move in the shadows, but it's as dark as it can be."

He spun his revolver, stretched out his arm, and aimed at Kyoraku Shunsui with a click, but did not fire.

"Okay, it's Mr. Kyoraku's turn—"

Hearing this, Kyoraku struggled to stand up and said:

"Monster was a compliment in the context just now, Mr. Stark."

"After all, he mastered the rules of the game of 'Hua Tian Kuang Gu' in an instant, and was able to go against the rules and beat me into this state—"

I saw that the black parts of his suit were almost all bullet holes, and many places were stained with blood.

However, the red bloodstains were not noticeable on the black fabric.

Kyoraku Shunsui recalled the confrontation between the two.

At first, he declared "white" and attacked Stark wearing a white captain's haori, but did not cause any harm to the opponent at all.

Afterwards, Stark immediately understood the rules of the "Ghost", also declared "white", and shot himself.

Thinking back to that time, he felt a pang of fear:

"If I hadn't thrown the captain's haori immediately, I would have died here."

Kyoraku Shunsui used his quick wit to throw away the captain's haori, allowing Stark's gunshot to hit the black Death Hatchet, greatly reducing the damage of the shot.

Despite this, he was shot twenty meters away and suffered minor injuries.

This made him hesitant and he only dared to claim "white" in the next attack.

When Stark saw that Kyoraku Shunsui had taken off the captain's haori and was only wearing a black Shinigami suit, he kept saying "black".

The one who claims a color will receive an attack bonus based on the proportion of that color in their own map.

Stark's hair was the only part of his body that could be considered black, which greatly weakened the power of his attack.

Even so, he fired shot after shot, forcing Kyoraku Shunsui to retreat step by step.

During this process, Kyoraku Shunsui became more and more frightened.

He found that the opponent's spiritual pressure was extremely high, almost exceeding the upper limit of the "Hanaten Kyoukotsu" game!

"This is really tricky. If this next trick doesn't work..."

"Fuzhu and the old man can only burn incense for me every year!"

Kyoraku Shunsui thrust the two swords in his hands into the ground:

"Bankai: Flower Tenkyōkotsu Kuromatsu's heart—"

A slender female figure fell on Kyoraku Shunsui's back. Judging from the curves of the silhouette, she had a very hot body.

Then, the shadow disappeared, and black pine trees and pine needles emerged from the place where the two swords were inserted into the ground.

In an instant, the surrounding light became dim.

Having served as captain for a hundred years, Kyoraku Shunsui's spiritual pressure is terrifying!

He unfolded his Bankai, and in an instant, his immense spiritual pressure flooded the surrounding desert in a vast area!

The three people from Quebu were not wrong.

In a way, they were drowning on the ocean floor.

But, that is - the sea of spiritual pressure!

Stark felt this spiritual pressure and nodded in praise:

"Not bad spiritual pressure, if it were me in the past, I would probably only be able to reach this level, right?"

"What game do you have next?"

Kyoraku Shunsui laughed at himself and said:

"What's coming up is not fun anymore. It's no longer a children's game, but an adult drama."

He looked at Stark and said softly:

"Act One—Hesitation, Hurt, Separation, and Reunion."

"!!"

For the first time, Stark showed an expression of surprise—dozens of bleeding spots suddenly appeared on his white collar, causing him pain.

Moreover, he felt that his physical strength was being lost greatly and he was almost in shock.

Stark stumbled, but managed to hold himself together and avoid falling. Then he heard Kyoraku Shunsui speak again:

"Act II—The Mattress of Shame."

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Kyoraku Shunsui stared at the staggering Stark, frowning as he continued to activate his Bankai:

"Act II—The Mattress of Shame."

A large number of black spots appeared on Stark's body, each one was the size of a fist.

"Gurgling——"

In an instant, blood began to gush out of these black spots, dyeing Stark's white clothes red!

"Act Three—Broken Fish Abyss!"

Kyoraku Shunsui struggled to get up, his voice hoarse, and let the Bankai enter the next stage!

The spiritual pressure took shape, and the huge sea of spiritual pressure just now instantly transformed into icy cold sea water, suppressing both the enemy and us!

The abyss is a thousand feet deep, I invite you to be buried with me——

In the lightless deep sea, it felt as if there were tens of millions of tons of pressure on their shoulders, trying to crush them to pieces and completely consume their spiritual pressure.

"If I were to expend my spiritual pressure, I could last longer than you."

Stark's voice came and penetrated into Kyoraku Shunsui's ears.

Kyoraku looked up and saw that although Stark was seriously injured, his expression was only slightly tired.

"You'll kill yourself first."

"I know."

Kyoraku nodded and said:

"I did this just for a chance."

Stark noticed that at some point, the twin swords of the Grim Reaper in front of him had transformed back into the form of a long and short samurai sword.

And Kyoraku Shunsui was sheathing them.

After putting away his sword, Kyoraku Shunsui extended his hand, pointed his index and middle fingers at Stark, and said:

"Now, although my spiritual pressure is not as good as yours, it is not much different--"

Stark was distracted for a moment, and then he realized that in this lightless deep sea, his neck was wrapped with circles of black threads that looked like hair.

"The curtain of the end—Itokiri's throat is stained with blood!"

Tenderness turned into sharpness, and the black silk thread instantly tightened and wrapped around it.

"!"

Koyate Stark's expression froze, and his head and body were separated in an instant.

Kyoraku Shunsui was no longer able to stand and fell to his knees weakly, gasping for breath.

The dark depths of the ocean had receded, and the moonlight once again shone on the desert of Hueco Mundo.

"Huh, huh—it was a tough battle—"

"Koyate Stark is a worthy opponent..."

"No, I'll ask the old man for a five-year vacation when I get back!"

Having won the battle, Kyoraku Shunsui relaxed, muttering to himself as he recovered his breath.

But someone picked up on him:

"He's just a lazy idiot—"

It's a girl's voice.

Kyoraku Shunsui was stunned.

When? No discovery at all?

He slowly raised his head and a petite little girl appeared in front of him.

The little girl had short, light green-white hair and was wearing a cowboy hat.

She was wearing a white, cropped, sleeveless jacket that was unzipped and no underwear.

Fortunately, the girl was smart and was able to cover it up with a jacket.

She wore white shorts that were so short they almost formed a triangle, paired with a pair of high white leather boots.