The Shihōin Family Ancestral Hall.
The guard Shinigami stared in shock at the scene unfolding before them, scarcely believing their eyes.
Deep shadows crept from every gap in the doors, windows, and walls, writhing like living creatures as they rapidly consumed the majestic ancient building.
In an instant, the ancestral hall — which had stood unwavering for countless years — vanished completely, leaving only heavy shadows in its place.
"This is terrible!"
"An enemy invasion?!"
"Quick, notify the family elders!"
"Gather the Onmitsukidō, summon the Keigun (Punishment Force)!"
The usually stoic guard Shinigami lost all composure. Alarms blared and wooden clappers resounded throughout the Shihōin estate.
Marenoshin arrived immediately and froze at the sight before him.
This strictly guarded forbidden area had been completely overtaken by an unknown force — and Lady Yoruichi was still inside!
Wait... He suddenly came to his senses.
He remembered that moments ago, Yoruichi had brought Akira to visit the Shihōin estate.
"Did anyone enter the ancestral hall earlier?"
"Yes, Lady Yoruichi and her friend."
Hearing this, cold sweat trickled down Marenoshin's back.
Just as I thought. Wherever that guy shows up, there's bound to be trouble!
The urgent matter now was to determine what these shadows were...
As countless members of the Onmitsukidō appeared around the ancestral hall...
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Inside the building.
Yoruichi stared in shock at the enormous shadow looming above Akira — a scene that defied comprehension.
She had dismissed the rumors as mere gossip, treating this exorcism as a long shot. Yet now she realized those rumors hadn't been exaggerated — they had understated the truth.
Incomprehensible!
"For this ritual offering..."
Akira narrowed his eyes, carefully searching through his system space. Given the gravity of this task, he knew offering something worthwhile would show proper respect for Mimihagi's efforts.
Let's see what he has in his collection.
"Seireitei Communication" bound volumes, konpeito candy, tofu dishes, grilled fish, dried persimmons, dog chew toys, "Kama Sutra", "Catch-22", "P. Di*** Autobiography", Aizen's calligraphy works...
{T/N: He also have my phone number somewhere in this collection.}
"This will do!" Akira's gaze brightened as he made his choice.
Yoruichi's eyes widened as she watched him reach into his pocket, trying to discern exactly how he was producing these items.
Unfortunately, despite her keen observation, the mystery eluded her.
In the blink of an eye, Akira placed a bottle of sake on the offering table.
The faint aroma of alcohol cut through the heavy atmosphere. The shadow coalesced into a massive right hand, its single, dispassionate eye fixed not on the priest, but on the family's inherited Zanpakutō at the head of the ancestral hall.
After a moment of silence, the single eye lowered to regard the expectant shrine maiden.
"Boss, here's the situation..." Akira explained Yoruichi's request.
Mimihagi contemplated silently, its indifferent eye moving between the two people and the Zanpakutō before nodding:
"Acceptable..."
Though characteristically terse, these words unleashed an enormous Reiatsu that crashed through the ancestral hall like a tidal wave.
The next moment, an overwhelming pressure descended upon them. Before either could react, the powerful force pulled at their consciousness, making their vision blur.
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When Akira regained consciousness, the scene before him had transformed completely.
A desolate wasteland stretched before his eyes, with gray clouds hanging low enough to touch. Lightning dragons prowled within the clouds, their presence radiating a terrifying aura.
In the wasteland's center crouched a massive creature, its body wreathed in golden lightning. Its fur seemed made of thunder itself, constantly flashing with blinding brilliance.
Even from this great distance, he could feel its overwhelming pressure and...
Pure destructive energy!
"Is this the evil within the Zanpakutō?" Akira rolled up his sleeves and felt at his waist, finding nothing, "Where's my sword?!"
"If I'm not mistaken, this is the Zanpakutō's Inner World." Yoruichi said, watching the agitated lightning beast in the distance, a slight tension visible in her golden pupils, "That creature ahead must be the Zanpakutō's materialized form. Your ritual brought us here."
Akira turned to the shrine maiden beside him, spreading his hands helplessly.
"So what do we do now?"
He had expected Mimihagi would either solve the problem or give up — not throw the solution right before them.
Unfortunately, this wasn't his Zanpakutō. If it were, he would have many ways to resolve this.
{T/N: Crying for Aizen to solve the problem, summoning Mimihagi to crush the problem, reading "P. Di*** Autobiography" until the Zanpakutō Spirit begs for mercy, and many other practical solutions...}
"Since I am the next head of the Shihōin family…" Yoruichi declared, her gaze hardening with determination, "I'll be the one to gain its acknowledgment!"
She tore off her restrictive sleeves and removed most of her hakama, revealing her lithe form and taut legs.
"Akira, stay back. Leave this to me!"
⤫ Shunpo ⥤ Flash Steps ⤬
With those words, Yoruichi vanished in a flash of Shunpo, charging straight toward the lightning beast at the wasteland's center.
The sudden surge of Reiatsu roused the beast from its slumber. Its massive maw opened with a thunderous roar.
Lightning exploded through the air!
With fierce determination, Yoruichi wrapped Reiryoku around her legs and swung them through the crackling air toward the beast's head!
Boom!
Thunder erupted as claws met legs, the violent impact sending ripples in all directions!
The air tore like paper, crackling with each strike.
Yoruichi's true power manifested in this moment — heavy Reiatsu enveloping her form as electricity flowed freely around her body.
As the Shihōin family's designated next head and future captain of the 2nd Division, her talent far surpassed ordinary geniuses.
Using only Hakuda techniques and Shunpo, she danced through the raging lightning like a mythical fairy.
However...
As the lightning beast grew larger, her movements became increasingly strained. Even her strongest strikes had no effect on its body, merely stirring up waves of lightning.
From a distance, the rippling electricity resembled a wheat field swaying in the wind.
Finally, after one devastating blow, Yoruichi plummeted from the sky like a meteor, landing hard in Akira's arms.
Their eyes met, and he said with resignation:
"Hey, win some, lose some, right?"
In the distance, the lightning beast unleashed a triumphant roar, mocking its defeated challenger.
Yoruichi's fury ignited:
"Let's take it on together and kill it!"
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