"Are all of your Zanpakutōs direct attack types?!"
Nanaya looked at the swords of the two Shinigami standing in front and behind him. "No matter how many times I see them, I still can't believe a sword can change shape like that."
Hearing this, Ikkaku Madarame and Yumichika Ayasegawa puffed up with pride.
Ikkaku pointed his blade at Nanaya and explained, "You probably don't know this, but we're part of the 11th Division—it's a combat squad. All the Zanpakutōs in our squad are direct attack types."
"Hold on!" Nanaya interrupted."My name's Nanaya, by the way. Please teach me!"
"Oh, right!" Ikkaku snapped out of his excitement and introduced himself properly. "I'm Madarame Ikkaku, third seat of the 11th Division."
Yumichika followed up, "I'm Ayasegawa Yumichika—the most beautiful Shinigami in all of Seireitei…"
"Hey! Listen up! Don't eat!!" the two suddenly shouted.
As they were introducing themselves, Nanaya had already taken several large bites out of the ground, leaving a huge crater.
Ikkaku's forehead twitched with annoyance. "Nanaya, remember my name well. I'll be the Shinigami who defeats you."
"Really now?"
Nanaya—or rather, Yoruichi in disguise—spoke while still chewing on the ground. "No one else is around. Why not go ahead and use your Bankai?"
He already knew Ikkaku had Bankai. In fact, he was at least as strong as the weakest captain, Sajin Komamura. Even without prior knowledge, Nanaya could tell thanks to his Mangekyō Sharingan—he could clearly see the spiritual power radiating from Ikkaku.
"What did you just say?!"
Ikkaku's eyes widened. He was shocked Nanaya knew such a closely guarded secret.
Nanaya turned his attention to Yumichika. "You seem to have some kind of special ability too."
Both Ikkaku and Yumichika froze in disbelief.
They'd never met Nanaya before—how could he possibly know Ikkaku had Bankai or that Yumichika used a Kido-based Zanpakutō?
Nanaya kept munching on the wall like nothing had happened. Meanwhile, the two Shinigami gritted their teeth.
"Quit stalling!" Ikkaku yelled, convinced Nanaya was bluffing or just lucky.
He dashed forward, raising Hōzukimaru high in an all-out charge.
Nanaya shook his head as he finished chewing a chunk of ground. "Honestly, wouldn't it be better to just chat a little longer? Either way, you're no match for me."
He suddenly vanished using Shunpo, flashing past Ikkaku like a ghost.
"What the—!?"
Ikkaku's eyes went wide in shock. He hadn't even reacted before he felt a finger press lightly against the back of his head.
"Don't move. Or you'll die," Nanaya said lazily as he casually ate part of a nearby wall. Apparently, the spiritual energy in the walls tasted better than the tiles.
"H-how is his Shunpo this fast...?" Ikkaku's body froze. He couldn't believe what just happened.
Still, Ikkaku wasn't one to back down. Gritting his teeth, he suddenly swung Hōzukimaru backward in a powerful slash.
Clang!
The blade hit something hard—Susanoo's skeletal arm.
Nanaya shook his head. "Just as I thought... Every member of the 11th Division really is a battle-crazed maniac."
"Fine then."
"Bakudō #30: Shitotsu Sansen!"
Three golden beams of light appeared out of thin air and pinned Ikkaku against the wall, sealing his movements instantly.
Nanaya dusted off his hands, ignoring Ikkaku's shouting, and strolled along the wall, happily humming to himself.
"Ikkaku!!!"
Yumichika's expression changed, and he sprinted toward his partner.
"Oh right—you're still here," Nanaya said, finally noticing Yumichika. His Mangekyō Sharingan spun as he muttered:
"Tsukuyomi."
In the next moment, Yumichika collapsed to the ground with a thud.
"YUMICHIKA!!"
"You bastard!"
"Get back here and fight me!" Ikkaku screamed, struggling against the Kidō bindings. But he couldn't break free.
Nanaya simply waved without turning around. "Relax. He's fine. See you next time."
Ikkaku's rage settled slightly after hearing that. He looked down at Yumichika. "You okay?"
Yumichika slowly lifted his head, looking weak and shaken. With teary eyes, he groaned, "Why... why did you get off so easy?"
Ikkaku: "???"
He was literally nailed to the wall, and this was called "easy"? What Yumichika had just experienced under Tsukuyomi was pure torture—three days and nights trapped in a blood-soaked nightmare.
Two hours later...
A group of Shinigami patrols arrived. When they saw one man pinned to the wall and another lying unconscious, their eyes widened.
"Wait—isn't that Madarame Ikkaku and Ayasegawa Yumichika?! The third and fourth seats of the 11th Division!?"
"What happened? Did your captain beat you up again?"
"No way... With Captain Zaraki's personality, I doubt he'll ever learn a single Kidō spell."
"…"
At first, Ikkaku and Yumichika were relieved to see reinforcements. But after hearing them insult their captain, their moods turned dark.
"Our captain doesn't need Kidō. Just let us down already," Ikkaku said through gritted teeth.
The patrol squad got to work releasing them.
"But seriously—what happened? Was there an intruder?"
"Yeah," Ikkaku replied.
The patrol team's eyes went wide again. "Really?! How strong was the intruder?!"
The corner of Ikkaku Madarame's mouth twitched. He turned his head away, clenched his fists, and muttered, "I was literally nailed to a wall. What do you think happened?"
"The guy almost took me down in an instant…"
The patrolling Shinigami gasped, staring at both Ikkaku and Yumichika in disbelief.
"That can't be…"
The 11th Division was known for its strength in battle.
Even though Ikkaku and Yumichika were only the third and fourth seats, their combat abilities were easily on par with vice-captains in most other divisions.
And yet both had been completely overwhelmed—with barely any chance to fight back.
News of the incident spread like wildfire.
Shinigami all across Seireitei, who had been fired up and ready for action, suddenly felt a wave of cold unease wash over them.
"Are the intruders really that powerful…?"
Some responded with fear, others with anger. A few even grew more excited.
Among the latter were people like Sui-Feng and Zaraki Kenpachi.
But all of that had nothing to do with Nanaya.
At that moment, he was wandering casually through the streets of Soul Society.
"So good… so delicious… this is amazing!"
"I've never had such a rich feast in all my life!"
"These Shinigami are unbelievably spoiled—living in luxury like this. As a humble citizen of the 21st century, I have no choice but to criticize their excessive lifestyle…"
As he spoke, Nanaya casually placed his hand on a nearby wall.
The wall instantly dissolved into spiritual particles and was absorbed into his body.
"Ahhh!"
A loud scream came from the building next to him—a female Shinigami had been in the middle of a bath when the wall disappeared.
"Oops. My bad," Nanaya said, sounding completely unapologetic. He knocked her out in one smooth motion and kept walking, still snacking as he went.
He wandered through Seireitei like this for who knows how long, eating everything in his path.
Soon, angry voices echoed across the area:
"Who the hell did this?! Are you starving or something?! If you're low on spiritual power, fine—but why the hell are you eating walls?!"
"Ahhhh! The walls on this entire street are gone! How long is it going to take me to rebuild them?!"
"Whoever you are, you'd better pray I never find you, you bastard!!"
"Damn it! Someone ate through the wall of the women's bathhouse! The Shinigami inside were all knocked out! Though, uh… some of those figures were… wow…"
"…"
Meanwhile, Nanaya had stopped walking.
Standing in front of him was a massive figure—easily two or three meters tall. A Zanpakutō hung at his waist, and a paper bag covered his face.
Nanaya raised an eyebrow. "How'd you find me?" he asked, surprised. "I was sure I had completely hidden my Reiatsu…"
The towering figure slowly removed the paper bag from his head, revealing a beast-like face that looked somewhere between a fox and a wolf. Coldly, he drew his Zanpakutō.
"I can smell the stench of chaos from miles away."
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