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"Tousen!"
The name tore from Komamura's throat like a thunderclap, raw with fury. A massive shadow plummeted from the heavens, slamming into the stone below with a thunderous impact that cracked the earth and sent dust and debris into the air. As the smoke cleared, what emerged was not a man—but a towering, armored lupine figure radiating power.
Captain Komamura Sajin, leader of the Seventh Division, stood tall amidst the devastation, his golden eyes burning with disbelief as he locked eyes on the man standing across from him.
"Why, Tousen? Why are you with them? With traitors? Have you abandoned everything we once believed in—everything you said you stood for? What happened to justice?"
Reiatsu rippled around him, dense and oppressive. He stepped forward, voice low but edged with rising wrath. "Answer me. Say something!"
But Tousen Kaname, stoic as ever, remained silent. No expression. No emotion. Just that unreadable calm.
Komamura's voice cracked, laden with betrayal. "So that's it? You won't even offer a reason?" Disappointment twisted his features as he unsheathed his blade in one fluid motion. "Then I'll force the answer from you."
His spiritual pressure exploded outward, sweeping over the hilltop like a tidal wave. "Bankai—"
But before the release could take shape, a presence flickered into view, and Komamura's eyes widened in sudden horror.
"Aizen."
Sōsuke Aizen stood mere feet away, unflinching, unbothered. With quiet elegance, he lifted a single hand.
"Hadō Number Ninety. Kurohitsugi."
There was no chant. No warning. Only the soft invocation as black walls of condensed spiritual pressure erupted, slamming shut around Komamura. The obsidian coffin sealed shut in an instant—then shattered with a horrific crack, hurling broken fragments in all directions.
Komamura stumbled forward, his body shredded by countless deep lacerations. Blood spilled freely from every wound as he collapsed. One exchange. That was all it took.
His face hit the stone, but his eyes—still locked on Tousen—never faltered, filled not with hatred, but the crushing weight of betrayal. Tousen didn't look back.
Aizen turned without a word. Behind him, Gin Ichimaru approached with his ever-lurking smile. "Skipping the chant for Kurohitsugi? Pretty risky, Captain Aizen."
"It failed," Aizen replied flatly, voice tinged with detached disappointment. "Not even half its usual power."
He waved the dissipating energy away and turned toward the one he'd truly come for—Rukia Kuchiki.
From across the field, golden energy flared. Orihime Inoue, breath ragged with effort, summoned Tsubaki back to her side, then bolted toward her fallen friends.
"Inoue!" Uryū Ishida called after her, but she was already gone, her determination a beacon in the chaos.
Aizen paused, watching her with interest as she knelt beside Sado Yasutora and extended both hands. "Sōten Kisshun," she whispered, and a warm golden shield enveloped Sado's severed arm. Bone, muscle, and skin slowly reformed, mending under her spiritual touch.
Aizen's gaze lingered. "Her power… it's fascinating."
But he turned again, his path unwavering as he approached the collapsed Rukia.
Frozen with fear, Rukia couldn't move. Her limbs refused to respond. Her breath caught in her chest. Aizen loomed over her, eyes cool, tone almost gentle as he lifted her from the ground with ease and withdrew a small item from his robes.
"It's time," he said, with the calm of a man opening a book.
"Kuchiki-san!" Orihime's voice cracked with anguish, but there was nothing she could do. Uryū and Sado stood nearby, fists clenched, powerless. Even Byakuya, bloodied and broken, tried to lift his head, tried to speak, but could only watch.
Rukia's tears fell freely now, the quiet plea escaping her lips with fragile desperation. "Save me…"
Aizen tilted his head. "Hmm?"
Then the scream came, full of terror and raw survival instinct. "Help me! I don't want to die!"
The cry echoed across Sōkyoku Hill. She had once embraced death, accepted it with dignity as a kind of redemption. But everything changed.
She had watched Suì-Fēng raise her blade in defiance of command. Had seen Ukitake and Kyōraku defy execution orders. She'd witnessed Ichigo bleed for her, Renji push past his limits, and even Orihime, Uryū, and Sado risk their lives to reach her. She saw her brother—Byakuya—fall, crushed by his own conviction. All of them had come. All for her.
Now, in the face of that sacrifice, she realized the truth.
She didn't want to die.
She wanted to live.
Not out of fear, but because those people had given everything for her. She wanted to be with them. To keep fighting. To hold on to hope.
But there was no one left standing.
Her breath faltered. Hope died in her throat.
And then—through the haze—she remembered one more figure.
Someone who had done nothing.
Someone who had said nothing.
Su Li.
Her eyes found him—still standing, arms crossed, smiling faintly, unchanged since the day she was led to the scaffold.
She didn't understand him. No one did. But something about him felt untouched by all of this.
Her voice, barely audible, cracked through the silence again. "Help me… Su Li…"
Aizen blinked, mildly amused. "Ah. That's right. I'd nearly forgotten you."
He turned toward the still figure at the edge of the battlefield. "K.R. Su Li. Are you just going to watch?"
Every eye shifted. Even Byakuya raised his battered head to look.
The last straw.
Su Li smiled, voice casual, unfazed by the destruction around him. "No rush. You go first."
For a moment, everything stopped.
Even Aizen's ever-calm face twitched in disbelief. Rukia stared, lips parting. The light left her eyes. He wasn't going to help.
Her head fell forward. Hope crumbled to ash.
Aizen couldn't comprehend him. Could never predict him. Su Li was like a cloud—always there, always calm, yet impossible to hold or read.
But there was no more time to question.
"Ichimaru. Begin the extraction. No more delays."
Aizen produced the glove. The Hōgyoku had to be pulled from Rukia's soul.
Gin sighed, amused but exasperated. "Yeah, yeah… always so bossy."
He approached Su Li, smile like a blade beneath skin.
Tousen followed silently, Zanpakutō already in hand.
They moved in unison, deadly intent clear.
Gin's tone sharpened. "Guess we take care of you first."
He bowed slightly, deceptively polite.
"Shoot to kill, Shinsō."
The blade extended in an instant—lethal, silent.
At that same moment, Tousen vanished from view.
He reappeared behind Su Li, voice low and final. "Suzumushi. Final Form—Enma Kōrogi."
A thick, black barrier surged into existence, soundless and impenetrable. Inside it, light vanished, and the world turned to nothing.
Then came the first slash of white through darkness—an attack launched in unison.
But through it all, inside that darkness...
Su Li still smiled.
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