Chapter 201
"This is the Kurohitsugi with the perfect chant, released by me-an existence beyond both Hollow and Shinigami!"
"Just drown yourself in this gravitational flow, powerful enough to distort time and space!"
"Yuta!!!"
Countless black blocks enveloped a radius of hundreds of meters centered on Yuta. These blocks of compressed darkness pressed inward, colliding and fusing together as if to form a massive rectangular coffin of black void. The gravitational pull within threatened to crush everything caught inside. It was the fully-incanted Kurohitsugi, one of the most devastating Kidō spells in existence.
Sui-Fēng's eyes narrowed in shock at the sight. She knew this spell well. Years ago, Komamura Sajin, once a captain, had been annihilated instantly by Aizen's "abandoned chant" version of this Kidō-an incomplete form amounting to less than one-third of its true power. Now Aizen was no longer merely Captain Aizen; he had evolved beyond Shinigami and beyond Hollow. With his current form, the fully-chanted Kurohitsugi had reached a magnitude that defied imagination. Even while stationed tens of thousands of meters away, Sui-Fēng could feel the warping torrent of spiritual pressure twisting space itself. She asked herself if Yuta could possibly endure this strike, but she had no answer.
The battlefield had already been devastated far beyond recognition. Earlier, when Aizen had struck the earth with a single sword swing, the land had sunken dozens of meters. From their distant outpost, nothing could be seen clearly anymore-the scale was far beyond their visual range. That single strike had carried the destructive power of an overwhelming force, more akin to a nuclear detonation than a sword technique. Trees had been obliterated, and the aftershock alone had severely injured Muguruma Kensei, forcing him to cough blood and stagger. The shockwaves had been enough to horrify even him. If such aftermath was this impossible to endure, then how could anyone stand against the core of Aizen's power?
Before the towering black coffin hundreds of meters high, Aizen's figure seemed small compared to the scale of his spell. Yet just as the Kurohitsugi seemed fully formed, an immense force tore through it from within. The coffin shattered in an instant, splintering into fragments of darkness that scattered and dispersed across the battlefield.
"What… what is this!?" Aizen's eyes widened. The spell he had favored most, the Kidō he held as his perfected weapon, had been torn apart effortlessly by Yuta. The impossibly dense structure of Kurohitsugi had been broken like fragile glass. The shards of blackness scattered into nothingness, and from within their dispersion, Yuta's voice emerged steadily, clear and unshaken.
"Since you sealed away the powers of both Shinigami and Quincy, I will use the power of the Hollow to defeat you."
Yuta stood calmly in the wreckage, his expression unwavering. The whites of his eyes darkened as black bled inward like storm clouds, and piece by piece a Hollow mask began forming along his face. Even with just a corner of the mask materializing, the pressure it emitted was overwhelming. The earth beneath him groaned as if unable to sustain the force building inside him. Cracks spiderwebbed across the battleground's surface.
Gasps erupted among the distant onlookers.
Kuchiki Rukia's brows furrowed tightly as she strained to sense through the distance. Even without direct sight of the battlefield's center, the oppressive waves of spiritual pressure reached her clearly. It was unlike anything she had felt before-turbid, crushing, and heavy beyond measure. "Did Yuta… undergo Hollowfication?"
"Yuta!" Aizen's voice rang in exhilaration, his lips twisting as if in manic thrill. "You truly never fail to excite me!"
The eye embedded in the center of Aizen's forehead split open further, cracks spidering outward across his face until it seemed his very form was about to rupture apart. From him burst a surge of uncontrolled energy. "Ahhhhhhh!" His scream was accompanied by purple spiritual pressure roaring into the sky. Blood erupted from his figure, staining the surging reiatsu as it erupted violently across the battlefield. His core was evolving further, drawing even closer to Hollow-like monstrosity in his transformation.
The ground quaked violently under the pressure. It echoed outward in waves across all of Northern Rukongai. The earth shook like a major earthquake from the 80th District all the way to the 70s. Residents turned to the north in panic and fear. "It's terrible!" "What's happening there?" "That power… it's terrifying!" "Run!"
In the 12th Division barracks, the instruments monitoring spiritual pressure shattered one after another. Their readings overloaded and burst apart as alarms sounded. "The reiatsu in North Rukongai's 80th District has exceeded all monitoring limits!" one technician shouted. Another yelled: "The instruments-they've exploded!"
As the surge of purple dissipated and the dust began to clear, Aizen's new form slowly emerged from the haze. His body was pale white, but his hands and feet had turned completely black. His right arm had fused into the shape of a blade, his fingers no longer distinct but merged into its edge. Behind him now stretched three pairs of wings; on each pair rested a head and an eye, grotesque and unearthly. A black mask had formed over his face, leaving his teeth stark white against the void-like blackness, while the third eye between his brows gleamed pale and alien.
His form bore striking resemblance to depictions of Aizen Myō'ō, a wrathful Buddhist deity representing the transformation of desire into enlightenment. Like the Myō'ō iconography, his form had adopted aspects of anger and flame, three eyes and multiple limbs, and the twisted symbolism of liberation through overwhelming force. Yet Aizen's vision diverged in its ideals. Where the wrathful deity embodied compassion through ferocity, Aizen embodied rejection of the Soul Society and the Soul King's design, reshaping his existence into a symbol of rebellion cloaked in divinity and monstrosity alike.
Straightening from a crouch, his new form's pressure pressed into the land itself, sinking the ground beneath him. "I didn't expect this form to hold such strength," Aizen said quietly, his voice carrying both awe and satisfaction. "Just standing here shakes the very earth. Even for me-this power surpasses expectation." His piercing gaze turned toward the battlefield. "Yuta, what about you? What do you think?"
As the smoke continued to lift, Yuta's transformation reached completion.
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