Seireitei had been under high-level combat readiness for more than half a month.
But surprisingly, there was still no movement from Hell.
The Shinigami on patrol had been working themselves to the bone for days, yet in the end, they hadn’t even caught a glimpse of the enemy—let alone fought them.
Naturally, the Central 46 Compound wasn’t clueless. They knew this couldn’t go on forever. But with the looming threat of a surprise attack from Hell, they had no choice but to keep pushing the Gotei 13 to stay on high alert.
That didn’t mean they did nothing, though. Faced with a potential world-ending crisis, they still understood what truly mattered.
They forcibly requisitioned part of the nobles’ private forces to support Gotei 13’s operations.
At first, the nobles fiercely resisted. Some even scoffed,
"This is the work of lowborn warriors. How can you endanger noble lives over something so trivial?"
But the moment a blade was at their throats, their tone made a complete one-eighty—suddenly agreeable, even eager to cooperate.
As for how many people the nobles had secretly kept hidden in reserve?
Even the wise men and judges could only scratch their heads bald and still never get a clear answer.
In the end, the Central 46 set a minimum quota for each noble house.
Depending on their rank, they were required to dispatch a certain number of family retainers to fulfill the obligation.
Of course, these high-level political games had nothing to do with those who were labeled "low-level warriors."
Their lives remained simple and structured.
Aside from eating and sleeping, their days were spent patrolling their assigned sectors alongside their squadmates.
Now and then, they would "invite" a few would-be criminals trying to take advantage of the chaos to drop by Gotei 13 for a little chat over tea.
Even in such a tense atmosphere, the duty carried in the name of Gotei never wavered.
After standing guard in the sector all day, Kenpachi Zaraki let out a huge yawn.
He knew the enemy could strike at any moment, but this endless waiting was driving him insane.
More than anything, he hated these tedious, dull assignments.
Feeling increasingly restless, Kenpachi scratched his head out of habit.
Then he looked up at the sky, which was gradually darkening.
Night was falling. Soon it would be time to change shifts.
Maybe he could slip away for a bit—go find the old man or that woman and have a proper fight to the death?
Even better if he ran into Boss Masatsuki.
Yachiru seemed to visit the Aozaki household often and knew the place well. He’d just have her lead the way!
The thought alone made a rush of anticipation stir in his chest.
And right then—his eyes suddenly widened, and a wicked grin spread across his face.
Under his excited gaze...
The dimming sky was now completely overtaken by a deep, blood-red glow.
At some unknown moment, a massive door—pulsing with a dark crimson light—had appeared silently in the heavens.
The eerie gate radiated a suffocating aura, as though it led to some unknown realm.
On either side of it, two gigantic skeletal figures slowly pulled the doors open.
A flood of crimson light poured out from within, washing over the sky.
And with that oppressive red glow...
Led by a towering skeleton with half its body blackened, figure after figure stepped through the gate.
They weren’t just Shinigami—there were monsters too, twisted beings like Szayelaporro with Hollow holes jutting out at grotesque angles.
BOOM!!!
Reiatsu surged out like an abyss crashing down, sweeping across all of Seireitei with the weight of a collapsing sky.
The urgent ringing in Kenpachi Zaraki’s ears only made his grin widen.
He bared his teeth in a savage smile.
"Such Reiatsu... this is incredible!"
He slowly raised his arm, waving his Zanpakutō without aim.
His Shihakushō flapped wildly under the pressure of his terrifying Reiatsu, the sound echoing in his ears like the roar of a battle hymn.
At that moment, the Shinigami throughout Seireitei all looked on in shock as they sensed the overwhelming spiritual force.
It felt as if the entire world was about to be torn apart by this power.
Some of the weaker Shinigami couldn’t withstand it at all and collapsed to the ground on the spot.
Even the Captains of Seireitei had grim expressions as they turned to face the massive gate.
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