"Jushiro!"
On the dilapidated land of Seireitei, Shunsui Kyoraku crouched in front of the dying Jūshirō Ukitake.
Seeing the defeat of Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, witnessing Shiba's despair, and even shooting down the five Zero division palaces, knowing that the war has temporarily come to an end, he has completely forgotten about his belonging to Soul Society and even the future of the Three Realms. Finally,
At this moment, his attention was entirely on Jūshirō Ukitake.
"Captain Unohana, save him."
Shunsui Kyoraku looked at Yachiru Unohana longingly, his face no longer had the free and easy confidence of the appointed captain, only a humble begging.
"He relied on the power of the Soul King's right arm to survive."
"Just now, someone used Kidō to forcibly release the power of the God in his body, releasing the complete Soul King's right arm.
"You should know better than me what the consequences of turning on God will be."
Yachiru Unohana squatted down and put his hand on the spiritual vein of Jūshirō Ukitake's wrist:
"Captain Jushiro's internal organs have all been dedicated to the Soul King's right arm."
"I can not do anything."
Facing Shunsui Kyoraku's pleading eyes, she shook her head.
"Yeah?"
"Sorry to trouble you, Captain Unohana."
When Shunsui Kyoraku heard this, his body trembled suddenly, and then he closed his eyes with an unusually flat expression.
Everyone saw this and knew in their hearts that he was just covering up the pain in his heart.
"Alright!"
But at this moment, a voice sounded in Shunsui Kyoraku's ears, and he was so startled that he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Aiyan who had come to him at some point.
"I have helped Jushiro rebuild his lost internal organs."
"Although he has lost the power of the god, he will no longer have to be burdened by his weak body."
"Be able to be a true Gotei captain again.
Aiyan withdrew his red hands from Jūshirō Ukitake's body and dispersed his hands.
"Thank you...thank you."
"Aiyan...Captain!"
Shunsui Kyoraku's eyes, expression, and tone are all extremely complex.
Hate?
He should indeed hate him, after all, Aiyan personally killed Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, but he seemed to hate it?
In the end, it was his teacher and Central 46 who couldn't tolerate each other, and gradually forced the Sōsuke Brothers to rebel.
Are you grateful?
He should indeed be grateful, because Aiyan saved Jūshirō Ukitake and even gave him a healthy body, but he couldn't feel grateful from the bottom of his heart.
After all, the man in front of him killed the Captain-Commander, triggered the Shinigami Civil War, and even blasted through the Soul Society's sky cap, shooting down Royal Guard on top of the sky.
He even wanted to go one step further and replace the Soul King.
"Why?"
"Aiyan, there is no need for you to save me."
"Although I didn't open the Mimihagi, I would be very happy to see it if I could seal you or even solve it."
Jūshirō Ukitake opened his eyes and felt relief that he had never felt before, as if a huge burden had been lifted. But like Shunsui Kyoraku, he didn't know what attitude to face it with.
"What's more, you want to kill the Soul King and destroy the Three Realms."
"Even if you recreate my internal organs, as long as you try to set foot on the top of the sky, I will definitely draw my sword against you."
"If you regret it, take back the organs in my body now.
He looked up at Aiyan, his voice filled with coldness.
"I only said that I would replace the Soul King, but I never said that I would destroy the Three Realms."
"What do I want to do in a primitive world that seems to have no life or death, but is actually a pool of stagnant water?"
Aiyan smiled lightly.
"The Soul King is the cornerstone of the Three Realms. If anything happens to him, the Three Realms will return to the chaos of the original world."
"Either it will be swallowed up by the expanding hell, or it will stop moving forward and become a dead world."
Jūshirō Ukitake frowned, not quite understanding the thoughts of the man in front of him.
See this.
Aiyan had no intention of explaining, but looked around at everyone.
as expected.
Not just Jūshirō Ukitake and Shunsui Kyoraku, everyone was looking at him intently, waiting for his answer.
No one wants to see the Three Realms destroyed and returned to chaos.
However, all the Shinigami present chose to support him.
Especially Rangiku Matsumoto, Gin Ichimaru, Kaname Tosen, Yoruichi Shihouin.
But as for other people, compared with the chaotic and dead primitive world and the vibrant three realms, they naturally prefer the latter.
Hiss
After taking in everyone's eyes and expressions, Aiyan did not speak, but spread his palms.
After a series of battles, the land of Seireitei was torn apart and devastated, with no trace of the original buildings left. Waves of blue light began to rise from the ground.
Soul Society Sky and earth, the souls in the air and water flocked to Seireitei.
Visible to the naked eye, the blue-light streams of spiritual beings landed in different ruins one after another under the control of Aiyan's will.
Destroyed buildings rose from the ground.
The torn streets were given a new look.
The shattered mountains are rebuilt anew.
The evaporated lake filled up again.
A minute ago, Seireitei was still a thousand miles away, like a post-war ruin, full of disaster.
A minute later, as the spirits dispersed, all the buildings such as the Gotei team building and the streets reappeared.
Under Aiyan's power, the entire Seireitei was rebuilt.
Except for the absence of redundant architectural institutions such as Central 46, everything has been restored to the original, even more perfect than the previous layout.
"Is this... is this true?"
"Gotei 13, and Seireitei are all restored."
"Have you built another Seireitei with just a few clicks?"
Quincy, who is good at manipulating souls, is nothing more than a child in front of Captain Aiyan.
Yoruichi Shihouin, Byakuya Kuchiki, Kaname Tosen and others looked around and were stunned. They were all shocked beyond measure by the Seireitei rising from the ground in front of them.
What's more, he reached out and rubbed his eyes hard again and again, fearing that the Seireitei in front of him was just a mirage.
After realizing that this was not an illusion but a fact, the remaining Shinigami all looked at Aiyan with awe and respect.
In an instant, the power that destroyed Seireitei made people think of him as a demon
Raising your hand, recreating the power of Seireitei will only make you a god.
Aiyan Sōsuke.
At this time, in the eyes of everyone, it was a combination of destruction and creation, gods and demons.
He is in awe to the core of his being, and he also respects his soul everywhere.
"If I can't create a Seireitei that is better than the old era, what's the point of destroying Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto and Central 46, these relics of the old era?"
"If I can't create a new New World that transcends the three realms, what's the point of standing on the top of the sky and ending the vacancy of the throne of heaven?"
"As for what you said, about the Soul King being the cornerstone of the Three Realms."
Aiyan looked at Jūshirō Ukitake, whose expression was full of shock:
"It takes the foundation stone wedge as its name and the human stick sacrifice as its reality."
"Excuse me."
"My world doesn't need this kind of thing."
His voice was not loud, but it spread throughout the Soul Society, and was heard by Yoruichi Shihouin, Rangiku Matsumoto and others who were nearby, as well as by the remaining Shinigami among the Seireitei, and even reached high above the zenith. In the palace of the Soul King.
"Aiyan Sōsuke."
"The power of God?"
Kirio Hikifune, Senjumaru Shutara, Tenjirō Kirinji and others glanced at the Soul King Palace from the corner of their eyes. The crystal that sealed the Soul King, representing the cornerstone of the world, was also the ugly beginning of Soul Society. Aiyan flashed in their minds. The scene after scene of Seireitei's re-creation on Soul Society can't help but murmur in my heart.
Even if their positions are different, they have to admit a fact.
Aiyan Sōsuke.
redefined their understanding of God.
It shouldn't be like a human stick or a sacrifice, neither alive nor dead, in a dilemma between life and death.
Instead, it stands at the top of the sky, sitting on a throne, creating with one thought and destroying with one thought.