The Seireitei had been invaded. This news spread like wildfire, causing panic among civilians and nobles. The weaker Shinigami, unable to participate, focused on evacuating everyone from the four districts closest to the Seireitei.
Among the various battlefields, one of the most popular was the one featuring one of the most powerful captains in history, Kyoraku Shunsui, and the god of war, who also earned the infamous title of the "God Slayer," Kratos.
"Ah!"
With a war cry, Kratos charged with his axe at Kyoraku. The strength of the god of war, combined with the heavy Leviathan axe, was enough to overwhelm Kyoraku momentarily.
"Wait, wait, wait!"
Kyoraku hadn't expected his opponent to strike so forcefully. Taken by surprise, he was pushed through several buildings. Kyoraku knew he couldn't hold back any longer, and so he released his Shikai.
Kyoraku used Shunpo and took a distance then joined his two zanpakuto together to form a bow and arrow.
"Hana kaze midarete, kashin naki, tenpū midarete, tenma warau (The wind of the flower is disturbed, the god of flowers cries. The wind of the heavens is disturbed, the demon of the heavens laughs) Katen Kyōkotsu (Flower of Heaven, Bone of Madness, Vis Madness of the Heavenly Floral Bone)"
Kratos halted his attack, sensing his opponent's strength increasing. This was a rare experience for him, as his enemies usually maintained the same level of power from the start, only to be cut into pieces once he used his axe or whatever weapon he had at hand.
Kyoraku's zanpakuto transformed from two katanas into two black-bladed scimitars.
Kyoraku, who typically wore a playful expression, now had a dim, dark gleam in his eyes. "I don't know if someone like you enjoys games, but would you mind playing with me..."
Kratos cracked his own neck. He was used to battle and bloodshed and knew when an opponent would be difficult. "Play?... Can't we just attack each other and the first to die loses?"
Kyoraku chuckled, though his eyes did not share the laughter. "I see Kratos-san makes jokes~"
"..." Kratos kept his serious gaze. He wasn't joking.
Kyoraku sighed. When the man in front of him introduced himself as Kratos, there had been a distinct aura, calm but heavy. It was strength, as heavy as lead and deep like a pit of tar, but not just that—beneath the old crown of age, there was something else: war, massacre, vengeance.
Kyoraku thought that in the modern world, there should no longer be a human like him, someone from the past. This made him doubt Kratos's identity, but he had no time for that.
"I'm sorry... but you have to play... my zanpakuto alters the battlefield wherever my Reiatsu reaches. Both you and I will be forced to follow the rules of the game. It's a child's game, but the price is your life..."
"..."
"Takaoni: a game where the one on top wins, Kageoni: loses if you step on a shadow, and Irooni: you must name a color before attacking, and can only attack that color and can only be attacked in that color. The more of that color you have on your body, the more you risk, but the more you can damage your opponent."
...
Hestia – Wait, that's cheating!
MJ – If Kratos can't fly!
Rias – That must have been the goal of the man named Kyoraku... It's a very insidious move, but I understand. This isn't a friendly duel; it's war...
...
Kratos listened intently, then grunted, tightening his grip on his axe. It had been forged by the same blacksmiths who made Mjolnir, so it was by rights a divine weapon.
"Hm... you're overcomplicating things, but fine... I'll play."
Kyoraku gave a faint smile. "Thank you..."
Kyoraku was a man who preferred to avoid conflict and usually didn't want to be unfair to others, but his concern for Yamamoto made him a bit ruthless. He knew Kratos couldn't fly, so winning in Takaoni wasn't possible, and Kageoni was impossible too, meaning Kyoraku had won the moment Kratos agreed to play.
"Takaoni..."
Kyoraku jumped into the sky, and Kratos felt something suppressing his strength as Kyoraku increased his Reiatsu.
"I see..."
Kratos buried his hand in a building and tore it out, throwing it at Kyoraku in midair. It didn't matter if his power decreased due to Takaoni's effect, while Kyoraku couldn't hit him, it would be useless.
"Oh!" Kyoraku cut in half the building that was thrown at him only to see several more coming towards him, and he began to destroy them all. "A terrifying adaptability... I was planning to hit you at least once before resorting to this..."
Kyoraku smiled, but that smile faded instantly. He knew that as a warrior, using an unfair tactic to defeat your opponent was dishonorable, "I'm sorry... Kageoni..."
Kyoraku vanished. From the shadow of Kratos that lay behind him, a sword emerged in complete silence, so close and with the power of a captain. Dodging was impossible... or so everyone watching thought.
"...!" Kratos, a warrior born from the Spartan cradle who carved his way by facing countless enemies, including mythological beings, colossal titans, gods, and legendary warriors, honed his senses beyond the possible, reacting as though he could see the future.
Kyoraku emerged from Kratos's shadow, his sword's tip pointing at Kratos's back at high speed, but his expression changed.
Even though Kyoraku himself wouldn't be able to dodge such that attack, Kratos can.
"Impossible..." Kyoraku murmured.
Kratos stopped Kyoraku's zanpakuto with his hand, and though it bled, the blade didn't cut him completely.
"That was dangerous... I'm too old for this..." Kratos said, but his aura was filled with danger. His eyes gleamed with war, and with his other hand holding his axe, he sliced Kyoraku across the chest.
"Damn!"
Kyoraku, being a veteran as well, reacted at the last moment and jumped backward. By doing so, he avoided being split in half and only received a wound.
Kyoraku stared at the man before him. Despite the blood staining his clothes, he didn't look away from Kratos. He knew his Shikai wasn't invincible, but he never imagined someone would negate it in such an absurd way.
"You're terrifying... who stops a sword with their hand?" Kyoraku said lightly, even though the injury didn't erase his naturally jocular aura.
Kratos looked at his hand and saw the wound wasn't deep, so he ignored it, "You didn't seem like someone easy to catch by surprise, so I took the liberty of being more unpredictable..."
"Unpredictable? I'm seven hundred years old, and so far, only Yama-ji has made me feel like a kid~"
"Don't worry, someone who pushes me to that limit is definitely no kid..."
"Thanks..."
Kyoraku wanted to rush to where Yamamoto had disappeared, but the man in front of him was hard to ignore. A moment ago, he had felt he would have died had that attack landed.
...
Ukitake jumped, dodging a water sphere that had flown through the previous building. He had sensed Kyoraku activate his Shikai and wanted to help him against such a strong opponent.
"Brother..."
Percy looked exasperated. Ukitake showed no intent to take him seriously, only dodging.
"...!"
Percy placed one of his hands behind his neck. "I know it's more interesting there. You know, the old man's more impressive than me, with his muscular physique and deep, manly voice... but..."
Ukitake smiled apologetically, "Hehe, I'm sorry, I'll fight more seriously..."
Percy got annoyed, "What I mean is, I'm a god too!"
Percy slammed the ground, and it began to tremble. Across the entire Seireitei, the earth cracked, and the screams of Shinigami could be heard everywhere.
Ukitake stared in amazement at the young man in front of him, not having any idea he was this powerful. Well, Percy might be underestimated since he was strong without seeming so. But despite being a demigod born in the modern era, Percy had achieved feats like exploding the Mount St. Helena, creating hurricanes, and causing earthquakes. Percy was a walking natural disaster as well as a powerful warrior with talent.
As the Seireitei shook and Ukitake's face turned pale, a holographic window appeared beside Percy; it was Allen.
"Hey, do you want to kill everyone?, Stop causing earthquakes!"
"Holy shit, I'm sorry!"
The ground stopped trembling, and Percy gave a pale face as he was scolded.
"..."
At this point, Ukitake had lost his sense of reality and couldn't tell who was paler—him or Percy. Of course, Ukitake wasn't foolish and knew all these powerful figures had been brought by Allen, the now mysterious human who met Rukia and ended up acquiring Shinigami powers.
...
The lieutenants Kira Hisagi and Hinamori were entertaining Hulk. If you could call it that.
Kira disappeared as the emerald giant struck the ground, ripping it apart. At this point, they were sure the green monster was growing stronger.
"STOP DISAPPEARING!!"
Hulk's shrill scream cracked the walls of several buildings. Of course, no one intended to listen.
Inside Hulk, it was like a volcano constantly circulating a vast amount of energy, waiting to erupt. However, Hulk kept control.
Hulk gradually transitioned from being a monster to something close to a hero. People still feared him, after all, they remembered how he nearly destroyed the world. However, the number of people who slowly began to support him was growing.
"GRRAAAAHHHH!... no... I can't"
Hulk stopped shouting and breathed heavily, and then the veins in his body slightly receded.
Hinamori exchanged glances with Hisagi and Kira. They all had the same thought: "Entertaining" was not an option.
They prepared to fight with everything they had, but then they felt chills and looked into the distance.
"What is that?!"
...
Aizen watched his screen as the entire chain of events unfolded. There was a thoughtful look beneath his interest, a curiosity to finally see a development different from the ones he had seen before.
"Rick Sánchez doesn't seem to have any intention of actively participating... no, he can't."
Like Allen, his friends were intruders. In Rick's case, the system prohibited him from using technology that was too advanced for this world.
"Thor, the god of thunder... it's a good fight, but it's a shame for Komamura, he has no chance of winning, not because the other side is a god, but because his real strength is enormous..."
Thor is very powerful, it may not be apparent at the beginning in most Marvel worlds, but over time, as Thor ages, he becomes more powerful to the point of facing cosmic beings capable of destroying galaxies and even the universe.
"He is Kratos... the god of war who massacred Olympus, according to the information I got from other spectators, it's strange that they asked me for a signed photo in exchange... do they know I'm a villain in this world?"
Aizen Sosuke missed the Chat because it allowed him to step out of his role within his world and communicate without prejudice or barriers.
"Hehe... Kyoraku should have realized that I had no intention of killing him so his fight wouldn't have gone any further... Percy Jackson... a demigod appears to be weaker than he really is..."
"Gilgamesh... no, now it's Angelica? I didn't think it would be a woman, but considering that King Arthur is one, it's not that strange... every treasure that the first king owns is a legendary weapon... however, she doesn't seem to be an expert in their individual uses... I suppose there must be some weakness..."
Aizen looked at the last few pairs that hadn't encountered anyone yet and smiled.
"Now that I think about it, Allen looked scared when he snatched the little pink creature from the man in the red leather suit... I think his name was Deadpool..."
Allen put all of Rick's devices and inventions into his inventory, he did the same with the Crucible and with Kirby.
Kirby is a very popular video game character; it looks like a pink ball with big feet and an adorable face, but it is a monster capable of devouring the entire universe. It's worse than a black hole—it can swallow anything and will do so if it desires. Luckily, such a hellish creature was asleep when Allen snatched it from Deadpool.
Aizen smiled as he watched Allen easily trap Yamamoto.
"I'm sorry, Yamamoto Genryusai, if this had been a couple of worlds ago, perhaps the result would have been different, but Allen has grown a lot by this point, and I doubt anyone will see him as weak again."
...
Despite having his own story to follow Allen had one eye on the other battlefields.
Allen thought to himself. "Urahara you should have known that the Gotei 13 and my people would not fight to the death easily. Tell me, what does you have planned for lives to start being lost?"
The response was not long in coming with large enemies approaching in the distance.
All the battlefields stopped, including Captain Soifon who watched the huge Reiatsu approaching on the horizon.
The Allen's screen closed, "Just when things seemed to be resolved, new enemies appeared,"
There were eight of them in total, with a Reiatsu larger than a captain's, all heading toward the Soul Society at great speed.
Isane trembled in fear, as did Rukia, but both quickly calmed down, showing they were lieutenants.
"At this speed, they'll arrive in twenty seconds..."
Allen looked at the girls, Rukia and Isane. Both had lieutenant-level strength, but sadly, they were still in the first arc of Bleach, so they didn't have the power to face the Visored.
Allen looked into the distance, as they were heading straight for him, ignoring everything else...
Angelica and Unohana looked at him, waiting for his decision. Allen smiled. It was impossible to hide it any longer...
"I don't have another option..." Allen pointed to the sky.
The spiritual energy particles were corrupted by the accumulation of Reiatsu from the Hollows, the sky turned less colorful and heavier, as if a dangerous atmosphere was hanging over the Seireitei. The Hollows were predators of souls, and their power made the Rukongai inhabitants feel terrified, though luckily, these Visored weren't paying attention to them.
...
The captains' reactions were different. Even though the Reiatsu was corrupted, it still retained some essence of their former comrades, subordinates, and friends.
Kyoraku and Ukitake were the first to recognize who these intruders were.
"What a miserable fate...sorry Lisa-chan" Kyoraku apologized.
"There you were Hirako-kun?" Ukitake wailed.
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[10... Allen, they're here...]
"RAAARGH!"
"GRRAAAAHHHH!"
"HRAAAARRRRGGHH!"
"RRRRUUUAAAARRGH!"
"GRUUHHHHAAAAH!"
The monstrous screams caused hundreds of regular Shinigami to fall to the ground with bleeding ears.
Allen placed everyone behind him except Angelica and Unohana who were to his right and left.
[Contact in 3... 2... 1]
The sighting was instant, as the Visored moved at the speed of sound, and in an instant, they were in front of Allen.
Eight humanoid creatures, their bodies covered by a white layer of bone, with different characteristics, but all wearing terrifying masks.
"So this is your greeting... Urahara Kisuke... allow me to respond with equal intensity." Allen smiled faintly with a calm expression, "Crush them!"
Before Allen, at the same speed, appeared the dolls.
Esdeath landed a kick on the former captain Muguruma Kensei, stopping his attack.
"Big guy, don't touch my master..." the beautiful woman smiled with a sadistic grin.
The ex-lieutenant Kuna Mashiro was shot in the abdomen with such power that it created a shockwave upon impact.
"F*ck you!" cursed Rebecca.
The ex-lieutenant Sarugaki Hiyori was restrained by chains and then thrown through several buildings.
"Corrupted souls... what kind of degenerate created these?" Makima said expressionlessly, without mercy.
2B grabbed the ex-lieutenant Yadōmaru Lisa by the neck and flew off with her, then dropped her, slamming her into the ground.
"Target... unharmed... wow, they're tough. Proceeding to neutralize... don't come near my master..."
2B initially spoke without emotion but later showed resentment toward anyone who tried to attack her master.
The former captain Rōjūrō "Rose" Ōtoribashi was struck by a mass of black iron and sent flying.
Albedo looked at the Visored with disgust. "Filthy beings... how dare you try to harm Allen-sama..."
The slowest Visored, due to his bulk, Hachigen Ushoda, was struck by a spear that dragged him through the sky back.
"Consider it an honor that this King is dealing with you..."
Unohana sighed as she stopped a large mace with spikes, which was the weapon of the former captain Love Aikawa.
"It's a shame this is outside of his destiny," she said, then her aura filled with murderous intent, "I'm protecting my husband, don't expect mercy, Aikawa-kun."
Unohana used a Kido without saying a word. The invisible impact effect sent Love flying.
The former captain, Hirako Shinji, was the only one who reached Allen, or so it seemed, but in front of him, Artoria slammed her sword against Hirako's.
"Bad choice... Excalibur."
A massive burst of energy shot out, enveloping Hirako.
...
All the girls had chosen their opponents, except for those who were obviously not warriors like Bocchi, Nokotan, and Harley, who weren't suitable.
Rukia rubbed her eyes, still unable to believe what she saw—women appearing out of nowhere and attacking the humanoid Hollows. That made no sense.
Allen wanted to mock Rukia, but he honestly didn't expect the Visored to appear at this moment. However, Allen realized something.
'Urahara, did you think they would kill me? If Ichigo's Hollow couldn't, then—'
Allen felt a bad premonition. At this point, only someone classified as a potential war threat would be a real danger to him, and discarding everyone else for one reason or another, only two remained: one was Ichibei, who should be taken down from the palace, and the other was...
Allen looked back. "I'll be right back..."
Allen disappeared...
...
There was a strange moment as the distraction caused by the Visored made everyone ignore the monster approaching from another direction.
A man was running at great speed, moving in a straight line toward the Seireitei. As he crossed the districts, he left destruction and death in his wake. It seemed he didn't care about the innocent people. The terrified and agonized screams were all that remained after Zaraki passed through the districts.
Zaraki is a peculiar man. He stands out among the other Shinigami for several reasons; first, his height and physical build make him an imposing figure. Added to this is his menacing face, marked by a vertical scar running from his forehead to his neck. On top of that, he sports a strange hairstyle, using large amounts of gel to spike his hair and attach bells to his locks. Many consider him a demon.
"Hahaha, I'm almost there!" Zaraki shouted as he approached the tenth district. He left destroyed buildings and many corpses of unfortunate people who crossed his path in his wake.
"So it's you Zaraki..." said Allen in an irritated voice.
Allen appeared in front of Zaraki. The latter looked stunned to see the man Urahara had always promised to bring before him.
Zaraki had imagined a terrifying monster with the face of a demon, the body of a giant, and an aura that reeked of blood. But instead, a young man with gray hair and silver eyes stood in his path. His height wasn't impressive, and his physique, at most, was chiseled.
"..." Zaraki remained silent.
"Were you looking for me?"
"...!"
Zaraki felt a chilling sense of danger, and his heart raced. It was him. It was the feeling he had been searching for—like a knife slicing through your skin every second, suffocating and overwhelming.
It didn't matter how he looked...
Zaraki knew it, understood it, savored it. Standing before him was death itself.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAA!" Zaraki laughed like a child and drew his sword.
"Are you happy, Zaraki? Because I'm getting angry..." Allen did the same, and the two clashed, their contrasting emotions colliding.
A deafening sound shook the Soul Society as Zaraki and Allen began to fight to the death.