"You two are the last ones."
Tendō Pain, still under Nanaya's control, raised his right hand toward Ikkaku and Yumichika.
But after a moment of thought, he lowered it again.
He decided not to use Shinra Tensei—not because he couldn't, but because these two weren't weak, and this puppet body was too far from Nanaya's real one. The spiritual pressure being sent through it was already weaker.
Instead, he picked up a sealed Zanpakutō lying nearby.
(TL note-just a zanpakuto lying nearby??maybe i can find one at my school)
He gave it a couple of quick swings to test its balance, then nodded slightly, satisfied.
Then he rushed straight toward Madarame Ikkaku and Ayasegawa Yumichika.
The two of them immediately felt their tempers flare.
"You're mocking us!?" Ikkaku shouted, clenching his teeth.
"You think you can beat us with that? With some random sealed sword?" Yumichika added angrily.
They both knew that Nanaya's strength wasn't just in his abilities—he was terrifyingly skilled.
But using a plain Zanpakutō to fight them? It felt like an insult.
Ikkaku charged forward with Hōzukimaru in hand, his fighting spirit ignited.
Yumichika followed right behind with his Zanpakutō, Fujikujaku, even having the time to smooth out his hair and toss a smug line:
"If you're using just swordplay, you've already lost!"
Two minutes later.
Tendō Pain calmly slid the Zanpakutō back into its sheath.
"This street is clean," he said coolly. "No debris anywhere."
Yumichika was lying nearby, face swollen and bruised, his lips puffed up like sausages. He glared furiously.(TLnote-sausages??ayooo pause)
"What the hell are you talking about!?"
He was seething.
Near the end of the fight, Nanaya had deliberately flipped the sword and used the flat of the blade—just the blunt back of the sword—to smash him across the face.
The result? A completely swollen face.
Even though it wasn't the sharp side, it still hurt like hell.
And worst of all, it ruined his beautiful appearance.
How was he supposed to show his face in public now?
Tendō Pain, still under Nanaya's control, let a small smirk appear at the corner of his mouth.
He adjusted his glasses with a touch of smugness—just like Aizen used to—and said mockingly:
"There's no debris, my friend."
"PFFFT!"
Yumichika spat blood—this time from pure rage, not injury.
He was too angry for words.
He knew Nanaya had done it on purpose.
And what made it worse was that the puppet hadn't even used anything special—no fancy ability, no overwhelming spiritual pressure.
Just pure sword skill.
And yet… they'd been crushed.
It felt like dying would've been less humiliating.
The Eleventh Division prided itself on battle strength.
Getting beat at their own game?
Devastating.
Yumichika felt like crying.
And nearby, Madarame Ikkaku was lying flat on the ground, staring up at the sky with empty eyes.
He looked completely defeated—as if he were questioning his entire existence.
Nanaya didn't even spare them another glance.
He had no interest in wasting time on these two fight-obsessed maniacs.
Besides, using swordsmanship was the best way to conserve spiritual energy.
And conveniently, Nanaya had copied over 8,000 sword techniques into his mind.
He turned toward Ishida Uryu and Chad.
"Ishida. Chad. It's not safe here. I'm sending you to where my real body is hiding. You can rest and recover there."
The two of them breathed a huge sigh of relief.
But before they could relax too much, Ishida suddenly looked up, his expression serious.
"What about the others?"
The Tendou Pain controlled by Nanaya looked up at the sky.
"The other Pains are gone."
In the 5th Division…
Inoue Orihime was running away in panic, six elves floating around her for protection.
Behind her, Shinigami were closing in, throwing multiple fireballs. One of the elves, looking like a black assassin, shouted angrily,
"Stupid woman, use me quickly!"
Among the six Shield Shun Flowers, he was the only one able to attack.
Orihime bit her lower lip and quickly waved her right hand behind her.
"Gutian Zhan Shield – Tsubaki Ghost!"
The black elf suddenly turned into a slash of black light and attacked.
But before it could go far, it was hit by a fireball and destroyed halfway through.
Hinamori Momo, vice-captain of the 5th Division, holding a sword surrounded by flames, pointed at Orihime and said deeply,
"Travel Disaster, you can't run."
After the recent chase, she was sure Orihime was very weak.
"Bloom, Hitachi!"
Hinamori swung her sword, and three or four pink fireballs flew toward Orihime.
"17…"
Orihime looked at the fireballs, terrified.
Suddenly, two figures appeared in front of her and said coldly,
"Hungry Kidō!"
"Shura-do!"
The first swallowed the incoming fireball just before it exploded.
The second raised his hand and launched hundreds of missiles, blowing up the chasing Shinigami.
"You dare hurt our nanny?!"
The two Pains controlled by Qiye showed no mercy.
After using their abilities, one of them rushed forward holding the stolen Soul-Slaying Sword and smashed down all the attacking Shinigami with the back of the blade.
The enemies suffered broken bones and torn muscles.
Most were too injured to stand and lay on the ground crying.
Everyone stared in disbelief at the two Pains.
They were just puppets with artificial bodies, yet they defeated hundreds.
"Captain Aizen!?"
Hinamori Momo was also knocked to the ground but glared at the Aizen-shaped Pain with rage.
"You damn bastard! How dare you use Captain Aizen's body? He's not someone to be defiled like this…"
Before she could finish, a rag covered her mouth, silencing her cries.
Then, Shurado, controlled by Nanaya, grabbed her, hung her on the wall, and swung a knife at her.
"Aizen, you nymphomaniac."
In the original story, Aizen Sōsuke killed you and left Soul Society, but you still miss him.
Nanaya had been enduring this cruel scene for a long time.
After a few cuts, Hinamori Momo started crying, tears streaming as she felt her backside swell from the knife's blows.
"OSOSOS…"
Nanaya finally stopped and ordered Shurado to pull back the blade.
The nearby Shinigami were shocked.
Their little fangirl who adored Captain Aizen was just being spanked with a knife!
Captain Hitsugaya would go crazy if he found out!
Thinking this, they couldn't help but complain about the brutal love triangle.
Clapping his hands, Nanaya looked at Orihime.
"Nanny—no, Inoue, come with me."
In the 4th Division…
Kurosaki Ichigo and Shiba Ganju were desperate.
Ichigo held Zangetsu, his death robe stained with blood. He stumbled and almost fell.
He took a few shaky steps and stared at the gentle woman before him in disbelief.
After discovering the 4th Division was the weakest, he and Ganju had come looking for clues but were immediately found.
Ichigo fought this woman for no reason.
Even though Ichigo had defeated Tousen Kaname, captain of the 9th Division, he was no match for her.
She was a kind but deadly opponent.
They fought and healed throughout the day and night. Even when Ichigo lost control and went berserk, he couldn't hurt her.
"Kaidō!"
Unohana Retsu used her healing arts to mend Ichigo's wounds.
She sighed softly.
"As expected, only Nanaya remains."
She believed Ichigo, though strong, was not the person she truly sought.
"Nanaya, where are you? Come to me soon. I can't wait to fight you…"
Unohana licked her lips, her eyes burning hotter, her heart racing.
(TLnote-holyyy mommyyy unohana)
She looked at Ichigo again.
"Keep releasing your Hollow powers. Before we find Nanaya, I want to enjoy this fight."
Ichigo's mouth twitched.
He couldn't understand why Nanaya had made this yandere woman so angry.
She was completely crazy.
Just as the white matter on Ichigo's face started to squirm, about to form his Hollow mask…
Three figures appeared in the 4th Division.
They represented the human world, the animal world, and the hell world. All three had Aizen Sōsuke's face and looked at the trio speechless.
"Nanaya!!"
Unohana's expression became fanatical.
Even though three Pains pressed on Aizen's face, she could still sense Nanaya's spiritual energy.
As the opponent prepared to charge, Nanaya quickly controlled the beastly Pain and said,
"Sister Hua, calm down. You're hurt, and I'm not in my real body now. Fighting is pointless."
Unohana stopped, regret filling her eyes.
Nanaya seized the moment.
"I haven't fully mastered the Eight Thousand Swords yet, and my power isn't at its peak."
"Also, I haven't completely learned the Soul-Slaying Sword. Fighting now wouldn't be fair."
"Wait three months. When I've mastered all my skills, wouldn't a real sword duel be better?"
Unohana's cheeks turned red as she swallowed hard.
"A sword duel!?"
"No, I can't wait any longer…"
Unohana stared at Nanaya with fierce passion.
Nanaya's lips twitched, and he said,
"Transcribing Seal – Tsukuyomi!"
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