"Then how did you end up as his son-in-law?" Masatsuki Aozaki asked.
"What do you mean?" Kōga Kuchiki tilted his head in confusion, his expression blank.
Masatsuki Aozaki sighed and shook his head. This idiot... how can he be so dense? Why can't he think outside the box?
"The Kuchiki Clan is one of the Five Noble Families of Soul Society, and your wife is the apple of Ginrei's eye—the treasured princess of the Kuchiki Clan."
He continued, "If he weren't satisfied with you, do you really think he would have entrusted his beloved daughter to you so easily? Everything you wear is a symbol of the Kuchiki Clan's status."
Kōga Kuchiki instinctively reached up to touch the Kenseikan atop his head, then lowered his gaze to the bright red wind flower scarf around his neck.
His eyes widened. "Could it be that my father-in-law...!?"
At that moment, realization finally struck him.
Masatsuki Aozaki watched him finally piece it together and found himself at a loss for words.
Not wanting to waste any more time, he casually asked, "Are you ready?"
"Ready for what?" Kōga Kuchiki blinked.
"To lose to me, of course."
Masatsuki Aozaki smiled slightly before vanishing in an instant, his figure disappearing like a ghost.
A wave of scorching heat rushed toward Kōga Kuchiki, burning like a flaming meteor.
The raging blizzard around them didn't even have time to approach before the sheer intensity of the heat vaporized the snow, leaving nothing but empty air.
"Good!"
A flicker of excitement flashed in Kōga Kuchiki's eyes, and a powerful fighting spirit surged within him.
He let out a fierce roar.
"Masatsuki Aozaki! Today, I'll show you—I, Kōga Kuchiki, will not be defeated by you forever!"
Without hesitation, he unleashed every last ounce of Reiryoku within his body, his aura skyrocketing like a war god descending upon the battlefield.
He had already pushed himself to the limit. Against an opponent like this, holding back even slightly meant certain death.
Just then, a desperate voice echoed in the depths of his mind.
"Master, his Zanpakutō is far too powerful! Please, be extremely careful!"
It was Muramasa.
At this point, Muramasa was already gravely injured. If not for the fact that he existed as the spirit of a Shinigami's blade, he might not have even survived. Reforming his physical form was out of the question.
Kōga Kuchiki gave a slight nod in acknowledgment.
A newfound determination flickered in his gaze—steadfast and unwavering.
All his doubts, frustrations, and hesitations vanished. At this moment, he felt an overwhelming surge of power, as if he had been reborn.
A deep purple radiance engulfed him, pulsating like a raging torrent of Reiryoku. Even the air around him distorted under the pressure.
A powerful wave of Reiatsu rippled outward from his Zanpakutō, spreading like ripples on water.
Snowflakes caught in its wake reversed course, flying back into the sky.
Whoosh!
A sharp, piercing sound cut through the air as Kōga Kuchiki swung his Zanpakutō with all his might.
A dazzling wave of sword pressure exploded forth!
He knew he couldn't afford to let Masatsuki Aozaki get close—so he made his move without hesitation!
A massive, lavender-colored blade of energy streaked through the sky like lightning, tearing through the void with unstoppable force.
The sheer power of the slash split the air apart, shattering ice and snow into countless shards that scattered in every direction.
The overwhelming force of the attack made the sky tremble.
Masatsuki Aozaki's gaze sharpened as he swung his blade without hesitation.
The Getsuga Tenshō he unleashed burned fiercely, condensed onto his blade and cloaked in brilliant flames.
Fueled by the howling wind, the strike shot forward like lightning—swift and unstoppable!
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