"Is this Kuzacho?"

Kisuke Urahara and his party, who were hurrying slowly, finally walked out of the black cavity and came to the current world of False Kuza Town, and after they stood still and saw the scene in front of them, Ukitake Shishiro asked involuntarily.

At this time, Kuza Town, which used to be full of high-rise buildings and residential buildings, had been almost razed to the ground, no, not only to the ground, because there were countless large craters in the ground, and only the few houses that remained in the suburbs showed the identity of the city.

"Obviously, this is Kuza Town, Ukitake." Kyoraku Harusui, who was standing beside Ukitake Shishiro, put a hand on the shoulder of his best friend, and said with a calm face, completely out of his usual inconsistency.

Originally, according to Jingle Chunshui's character, even in the battle between life and death, he would be the same as usual, but now, he no longer has the slightest interest in gags.

Not for anything else, but for his mentor, who was now prostrate on the ground and had lost consciousness and an arm. Although it was hard to believe, the spiritual pressure that was so weak that it was about to be extinguished made Jingle Chunshui unable to doubt it.

Although Jingle Chunshui had long been mentally prepared, it was estimated that he would be embarrassed in the face of the terrifyingly powerful Madara and the unfathomable Aizen Mountain Old Man, but what he couldn't imagine was that Aizen was standing not far from the Mountain Old Man as if he was unharmed!

The warm smile on Aizen's face was the same as ever, and after reaching out and patting the slightly tattered white clothes, he smiled slightly: "It's been a long time, Captain Uno Hana, Captain Kyoto, Captain Ukitake, Kisuke Urahara, Yoyichi Shikaedein." ”

"Phew,"

The sound of breaking wind sounded in the back of Aizen's head, but Aizen's face did not change, and he flashed the enemy's sneak attack with a slight tilt, and then his figure flashed dozens of meters behind the sneak attacker, still smiling and looking at the middle-aged uncle with a scruffy beard who attacked him.

The middle-aged uncle was wearing a black death overlord suit, with a white feather weaving tied to his right arm fluttering in the air in the air, and on his right shoulder was carrying a slender and straight comatose teenager, Urahara Kisuke keenly discovered that the boy was the Kurosaki Ichigo they had high hopes for!

"And you, I haven't seen you for a long time, Shiba Yixin." Aizen bowed slightly, and gently spit out the name that had disappeared from the Corpse Soul Realm for more than ten years.

The former captain of the Shiba team, a member of the Shiba family, one of the five major families in the former corpse soul world, stayed in the world as an ordinary person, so that his face was unconsciously engraved with the traces of time, but the only thing that has not changed from a sunny young man to a lewd uncle is the huge and terrifying spiritual pressure that the Shiba family is proud of.

"Aizen" turned around, looked at the handsome man in front of him indifferently and muttered, then threw the son on his shoulder back casually, and said to Urahara Kisuke, who hugged Ichigo, without looking back, "Ichigo was sealed in the battle with Madara, so Ichigo will leave the unsealing to you, Urahara." ”

"Huh?" As soon as he came into contact with Ichigo, Kisuke Urahara discovered his abnormality, and after hearing Isshin's words, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, "I'll try it, you must know that Madara's technique is extremely mysterious, so I can only try." ”

"Yes," Yixin nodded, looking at Aizen's eyes with extremely determination, "In the meantime, I'll do my best to help you hold off your opponent." ”

"Huh,"

At this moment, a figure came to Yixin's face at an extremely fast speed, and then slashed down with a knife: "How about I be your opponent!" ”

"Qiang,"

He single-mindedly blocked the opponent's knife, but he couldn't help but breathe a little under this huge force. Only then did he see the appearance of his opponent, and it turned out to be the twentieth blade - Noitla!

Facing the former captain of the Seventh Team Aikawa Rakus, who had mastered the void and had reached the captain level, Noitra was indeed caught in a fierce battle at first, but after the arrival of Wonder Wise, Neutra, who had inspired magical power in Wonder Wise's shout, finally solved the opponent and rushed to the decisive place of this world.

However, there was only one survivor of the Broken Masks, and the remaining Broken Faces had already been defeated by the Grim Reapers, with the help of the mad scientist Nirvana, before Madara Uchiha swept through the Grim Reapers.

With six arms wielding six huge scythes, even if you are bent on facing an enemy of this level, you have to fight with 120,000 mental strength.

"Poof,"

It was the sound of a sharp blade piercing into flesh, and then Noitra spat out a mouthful of blood, crimson blood dripping onto his chest, staining his white clothes red.

"It's really disappointing, the ten blades I have worked so hard to cultivate are not compared to Madara's Seven Martial Guards, and even the sum of your combat power is not as good as mine," Aizen's figure suddenly appeared behind Noitra strangely, without the slightest warning, and he still held the mirror in his hand that pierced through Noitla's chest, "In that case, it is better to die like this." Isn't it, Neutra? ”

"You" Noitra wanted to return the hand and give Aizen a knife, but for some reason, he with the ability to regenerate at super speed completely lost all the strength to resist after being stabbed by Aizen, so he had to open his mouth, spit out a few words, and then pushed the gold mountain to fall down like a jade pillar, "Aizen"

"Quiet Soul Garden" Although he had only been here once not long ago, Madara still stood on the hill outside the Soul Street and looked up at the familiar and unfamiliar building, "The smell of decay has begun to permeate."

【Fourth Team, Special Ward】

There are very few people in this ward, except for the members of the fourth team who must come to clean every day. But that's normal, isn't it? After all, the Corpse Soul Realm is now engaged in a 'war' to 'save the world'. And yet, a man who could change the course of war is still asleep.

"Amount"

The man, who had been lying on the hospital bed for a long time without signs of life, suddenly screamed, and then his fingers moved slightly, and the weak spiritual pressure on his body began to slowly increase. It was as if an ancient beast had been awakened by something, slowly baring its devouring fangs.

Boom –

Madara who looked at the Silent Spirit Court for a while shook his head, then turned around and prepared to leave, sentimentality has never belonged to him, although Madara didn't know why he used all his strength to defeat all the enemies and hurriedly came to the Corpse Soul Realm after getting the news that Yoaichi was about to return to the world, but he was ready to force down a trace of the same emotion in his heart.

“？！”

Suddenly, a sense of horror hit Madara's heart, and he naturally wouldn't be naïve enough to think that it was just an illusion, so he directly released his power.

"Susanoo!"

Madara turned his head suddenly, but in an instant, the shield of the huge blue figure that exuded an evil aura had been erected, and then Madara saw that the buildings in the Fourth Team of the Silent Spirit Court had all collapsed, not like an earthquake, but by the terrifying spiritual pressure, and was shocked by the spiritual pressure that even Madara felt!

On the ruins that had been razed to the ground, only a tall figure stood as if it had remained unchanged for eternity.

The fourth team, the terrifying spiritual pressure, the man's figure, countless messages poured through Madara's mind like a tide, and a name that had made him grit his teeth and unforgettable popped out.

Madara's gaze suddenly became extremely cold, like an invisible blade, it was a sharp look that had never been shown in front of people, and then he slowly spoke:

"For more than two hundred years, I have never forgotten the shame you brought me!"

"Kenpachi!"

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...... in Cavin Because I'm using my meager imagination to imagine how painful the senior year of high school is /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~