"Whisper, Muramasa!"
As Kōga Kuchiki chanted the release command, Muramasa's blade emitted a pale purple wave of Reiatsu, spreading outward through the dissipating smoke.
"You really don't know when to quit, do you?"
Masatsuki Aozaki sighed, standing motionless as the thin, thread-like ripples of Reiatsu passed through his body.
In that instant, he felt his Zanpakutō stir.
It wasn't Muramasa's ability taking effect—rather, the mischievous little demon, Banshō, was protesting.
"You actually sealed off your heart on purpose! I was hoping that after he used Bankai, you'd bring me and my sister out to play with you!"
"Alright, alright, we'll have plenty of chances to play. Just hold on for now."
Masatsuki Aozaki reassured her. This little demon was truly spoiled.
Banshō snorted in displeasure. "Whatever, I'm going back to find my sister!"
...
Kōga Kuchiki waved his Zanpakutō, scattering the remaining smoke, and murmured, "So... it really had no effect."
He had known that Masatsuki Aozaki had closed off his heart, but he still wanted to try.
For decades, his Zanpakutō's ability had struck fear into enemies across countless battlefields. Yet, now, it was completely useless.
Letting out a sigh, Kōga Kuchiki suddenly widened his eyes, unleashing a powerful burst of Reiatsu.
In an instant, the surrounding area for several kilometers was swallowed by a vast and oppressive wave of spiritual pressure, rolling outward like an endless tide.
Fortunately, Reiatsu perception had its limits, and this remote mountain forest served as the perfect battlefield. Otherwise, his carefully maintained secrecy would have been ruined.
Masatsuki Aozaki remained still, quietly observing as the air grew heavier and more suffocating.
"If this is all you've got, you might as well admit defeat now."
In Kōga Kuchiki's current state, Masatsuki Aozaki was confident he could crush him instantly—without even letting him activate Bankai. But that wasn't what he wanted.
He wanted to defeat Kōga Kuchiki at his strongest. To make him completely acknowledge his superiority.
"I know full well that Shikai alone won't be enough to defeat someone like you... so..."
Kōga Kuchiki exhaled slowly, his gaze sharpening under Masatsuki Aozaki's watchful eyes.
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Boom!
A massive surge of spiritual pressure erupted from Kōga Kuchiki, shaking the very air around them.
Masatsuki Aozaki didn't stand idle—he unleashed his own Reiatsu to counter, the sheer force of their collision rippling through the atmosphere.
Yet, there was no doubt—Masatsuki Aozaki was at a disadvantage.
Their base Reiatsu levels were nearly equal, but with the boost from Bankai, Kōga Kuchiki's pressure instantly surpassed his.
Even so, Masatsuki Aozaki remained unfazed. He had fought opponents beyond his level before—and he wasn't about to lose confidence now.
...
"Mukōjōchū Muramasa!"
Kōga Kuchiki gripped his Zanpakutō tightly with both hands and raised it high above his head.
At that moment, a figure clad in a flowing white coat emerged from his blade.
Muramasa.
The instant he appeared, Muramasa's gaze flickered toward Banshō Senran, which was firmly held in Masatsuki Aozaki's grasp.
However, he made no unnecessary movements. He simply stood there in silence—because he knew that no matter what he did, it would be futile.
Then, with a slight motion, he raised his right hand.
In the blink of an eye, a long, gleaming blade materialized in his palm, radiating a cold, lethal presence.
Masatsuki Aozaki chuckled.
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