Chapter 353: Tsunayashiro Clan's End

The Seireitei was eerily silent, as if all life had ceased. The Shinigami looked on in shock at the sight of H'el impaling Captain-Commander Yamamoto.

Between heaven and earth, only the image of H'el lifting the wounded Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni was visible.

This scene was burned into the minds of the Shinigami, constantly challenging their perception of reality.

The strongest Shinigami in a thousand years, the founder of the Gotei 13, the first Captain-Commander, the first Division Captain, and the founder and first principal of the Shin'o Academy. A man whose life almost mirrored the history of the Gotei 13. Such a man, now defeated by a mere child, was impaled through the chest and lifted into the air under the clear blue sky.

The bright, clear skies of Seireitei appeared as dark as night in the eyes of the Shinigami.

Despair spread like the setting sun, with darkness draping over the earth like a shroud.

The only thing that shone was the figure of the child lifting Captain-Commander Yamamoto.

"As expected of the strongest Shinigami, you have taught me a lot."

H'el acknowledged Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, recognizing him as an opponent and a source of learning. H'el had observed the phenomenon of heat generated by high-frequency reishi movements from Yamamoto.

To see it was to learn it.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni might not have had the same level of control over the microscopic reishi as H'el, but the flames generated by his immense reiatsu and reishi movement, which reached millions of degrees, could deplete the large amount of reishi H'el had absorbed.

Although Yamamoto did not defeat him, the fact that he had pushed H'el to this extent was a testament to his strength.

He was indeed the strongest Shinigami in a thousand years, unlike the other captains who had been defeated in a single blow.

H'el flicked his right hand, sending Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, who had been impaled on his sword, crashing to the ground. The old man coughed up blood, the wound in his chest flowing freely and staining the ground.

At this moment, he truly looked like an old man, his skeletal fingers pressing hard against the ground as he coughed up blood, crawling in pain.

"Master Yamamoto!"

Jushiro Ukitake, who had been watching from a distance, cried out in shock.

He and Shunsui Kyoraku were Yamamoto's prized disciples, holding deep respect and admiration for their master. Over the centuries, their bond had grown deep.

He had never seen Yamamoto in such a pitiful state, like a genuinely injured old man.

Seeing Yamamoto in this state, a mix of sorrow and anger surged within Ukitake, his eyes filled with fury as he glared at H'el.

"Return, Minazuki."

Retsu Unohana, her face expressionless, softly called for her Zanpakuto.

The manta ray-like Minazuki, which had been flying low, spat out the nearly healed Shunsui Kyoraku and then flew back toward Unohana, transforming back into a Zanpakuto, which she gripped in her hand.

Unohana's face remained calm, not a hint of reiatsu emanating from her, but all her killing intent was hidden within her body as she walked toward H'el.

She seemed to be walking alone in a desolate wasteland, her steps carrying an overwhelming, icy killing intent.

H'el lifted his gaze and looked toward the far end of the Noble District.

The Noble District of Soul Society was located to the east of the Sixth District, housing the estates of the nobility and exclusive high-end dining establishments.

In the central district, where commoners were not permitted without permission, H'el and Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni had fought their way here, and now H'el could see the particularly lavish buildings in the distance.

It was a luxurious estate that towered over the surrounding buildings with its wide and long roof, practically ignoring the authority of the Sixth Division and the Kuchiki family, declaring itself the true ruler of the area.

This was the home of the most esteemed noble family in Soul Society, the Tsunayashiro Clan

Soul Society seemed lifeless, no one dared to appear near H'el, as if fearing that even the sound of their breathing might disturb him.

H'el's Zanpakuto, held in his right hand, began to change again. The surface of the sword, resembling a withered tree harboring flames, started to transform, a dark color spreading from the guard to the blade, twisting the air around it.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's "Zanka no Tachi, Kyokujitsujin - " was indeed effective, concentrating the heat generated by reishi movement entirely at the sword's tip, erasing anything it touched without a trace. Its instantaneous explosive force was incredibly destructive, making it a convenient, swift, and straightforward weapon.

However, H'el had modified and improved the technique, enhancing its impact. No one who faced this blade could withstand its overwhelming power, not even Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, who had been repeatedly sent flying.

H'el slowly lowered his sword, pointing it toward the ground.

The merchants and nobles along the Noble District's streets, seeing H'el's actions, didn't understand what was happening, but their eyes were filled with fear as they watched his blade approach the ground. Some even covered their mouths or their children's mouths with their hands, fearful that their breathing might attract H'el's attention. Their bloodshot eyes stared in terror at his every move.

Like a dragonfly touching the water, the tip of the sword gently touched the earth.

From absolute silence to absolute motion.

In an instant!

"Boom!"

A blinding white light flashed as the air, the ground, and all matter were completely torn apart from the moment the sword touched the earth.

The impact force exploded from the ground, tearing it apart, creating a fan-shaped canyon that extended all the way to the Tsunayashiro family estate.

The Tsunayashiro estate lit up with a transparent barrier, trying to defend itself, but it was useless. The impact force tore through the barrier, shattering it into reishi particles. The luxurious estate, with its wide and long roof, was lifted from its foundation. The noble members of the Tsunayashiro family inside, with their distinguished airs, didn't have time to react before they were torn apart into chunks of flesh, blood, and stone, which were then reduced to dust and finally to reishi, disappearing entirely.

No matter how grand and luxurious the estate, no matter how noble and esteemed the people within it, in the face of such power, they were reduced to reishi and scattered.

A canyon over ten thousand meters long, splitting the earth, appeared in the Noble District in the blink of an eye.

The most esteemed noble family in Soul Society, the Tsunayashiro family, was obliterated without a trace.

On either side of the rift in the Noble District, many people who hadn't been directly affected still collapsed, their eardrums shattered by the explosion, bleeding from their eyes, ears, and mouths. Some, slightly farther away, saw the massive canyon that had suddenly appeared, and were paralyzed with fear, trembling uncontrollably, too weak to even run.

That should be enough.

The basic objective was accomplished. It was time to go back, take a bath, and relax, H'el thought nonchalantly, ready to sheathe his sword. But at that moment, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's bony, skeletal fingers suddenly stretched out, gripping H'el's ankle tightly.

A four-sided barrier of blue energy shot up into the sky, trapping H'el within.

"Your reishi must be almost exhausted," Kisuke Urahara said, appearing at one corner of the barrier, his cautious eyes fixed on H'el.

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