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"Well now, it seems the situation isn't optimistic. Shiraha, are you truly not going to help Miss Kuchiki?" Urahara Kisuke's fan flicked lazily as his eyes followed the distant clash.
Shiraha's gaze remained calm. "No. This is Rukia's ordeal. She must face it herself." His voice carried quiet certainty.
Far below, Kurosaki Ichigo hurled himself forward with a bench in hand, only to be swatted aside by Fishbone D's massive fist. His body flew seven or eight meters before crashing heavily to the ground.
Rukia, bleeding and battered, had intercepted several blows herself to shield Ichigo and his sister. Her ZanpakutĹŤ strike had left a shallow crack across the Hollow's mask, and the creature howled in fury, clutching its face with clawed hands.
Clinging to a wooden pole for balance, Rukia's voice was hoarse. "Do you want to save… your family?"
Ichigo's fists clenched. "Of course! If there's a way, tell me!"
"There is only one. You must become a Shinigami. Take my Zanpakutō, pierce your chest, and I will transfer my power to you. Whether it works… I cannot say. But there is no other choice."
Fishbone D sensed her weakness and roared, surging toward them.
Ichigo's eyes hardened. "Shinigami… my name is Kurosaki Ichigo!" He seized the blade without hesitation.
"My name," Rukia whispered as she gripped the hilt, "is Kuchiki Rukia." She drove the sword into his chest.
Light burst across the street, brilliant blue flooding the night.
A surge of spiritual pressure exploded outward from Ichigo's body, rattling the air. In the same instant, Fishbone D reached them—only for its massive right arm to be sliced clean off.
The severed limb crashed to the pavement. Ichigo stood before it, cloaked in the black garb of a Shinigami, a ZanpakutĹŤ longer than his body resting across his back.
Rukia's eyes widened. "Impossible… I only meant to pass half my power, yet he took everything." Her shihakushō vanished, replaced by a simple white garb. Powerless, she could only stare in awe at the boy who had stolen her strength.
Ichigo didn't hesitate. With raw instinct and untested strength, he hurled himself into battle. His blows rained down, overwhelming Fishbone D. Within seconds, his strike cleaved the Hollow clean in two. Its form dissolved into spirit particles, scattering into the night sky.
The battle ended almost as suddenly as it had begun. Ichigo, his body unable to regulate the torrent of spiritual power within him, collapsed unconscious.
At that very moment, a voice echoed in Shiraha's mind:
"Sign-in successful. Task reward: Gojo Satoru template progress +10%."
First Template: Fujitora IsshĹŤ
Observation Haki: Perfect Level
Armament Haki: Perfect Level
Swordsmanship: Perfect Level
Exclusive Ability: Gravity Fruit (perfect control; up to 70x gravity within 200,000 meters; meteorite summoning up to 1,000 meters; techniques including Gravity Suppression, Tiger Blade, Hell Brigade, Fire Festival, and more).
Second Template: Gojo Satoru — 50% Complete
Six Eyes: Perfect Level
Limitless Technique: Perfect Stopping Power
Cursed Technique Lapse · Blue: Advanced (teleportation up to 50,000 meters, including passengers).
Cursed Technique Reversal · Red: Intermediate (repulsive force, 10,000-meter range).
Convergence · Hollow Purple: Elementary (fusion of Blue and Red, producing a space-cutting energy wave with a 10,000-meter attack radius).
Exclusive Domain: Infinite Void (Intermediate, covering 30,000 meters. Within it, all attacks become guaranteed hits. Enemies experience a flood of infinite information in 0.2 seconds, paralyzing them for a duration dependent on their strength. Usable three times per day).
Shiraha felt his power surge. His Reiatsu swelled—greater now than even most high-seated captains such as Kuchiki Byakuya. Yet compared with monsters like Unohana Retsu or Zaraki Kenpachi, the gap remained vast. Only when the Gojo template reached completion, Shiraha knew, would his Reiatsu rival theirs.
He turned his attention inward, testing the new ability born from merging Blue and Red—a spell capable of slicing through space itself.
"Space-cutting technique… Hollow Purple," Shiraha murmured.
He raised a hand. A thin violet ray, no longer than ten centimeters, flickered into existence. The air shuddered. Space itself cracked open before him, a jagged tear hanging for a moment before sealing shut.
"Not bad," Shiraha observed with quiet satisfaction. That had been only a restrained attempt, minimizing its range to a mere dozen centimeters. In truth, even at its most basic, Hollow Purple carried a maximum attack radius of ten thousand meters. An ability capable of shredding vice-captains with ease. And this was only its elementary stage. At mastery, its destructive scope would be unimaginable.
Urahara, watching beside him, tilted his head. "Shiraha… was that just now?" His usual smile was tinged with curiosity.
"Merely a little experiment," Shiraha replied smoothly.
"A little experiment?" Urahara's fan stilled mid-swing. His eyes gleamed with sharp interest. "Tearing open space with a flick of your hand is hardly 'small,' you know. Even vice-captains would be lucky to survive such a strike."
Shiraha only smiled faintly, eyes drifting back toward the unconscious Ichigo Kurosaki below.
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