Yuta wore a calm, confident smile.
Vector Manipulation was one of the abilities he had mastered over the past two years. Yet even without it, his opponent wouldn't have been able to touch him. The Limitless Technique allowed him to infinitely stretch space, making it impossible for any attack to reach him. No arrow or blade would ever find its mark.
"Vector?" Quilge's expression twisted in confusion as he repeated the word. "Could it be... that's your Bankai?"
Yuta tilted his head slightly. "Now that you mention it, you of the Wandenreich seem obsessed with stealing Bankai. Are you afraid of its power?"
"How is that possible? There is nothing that our Wandenreich fears-"
"Really?"
Before Quilge could finish, Yuta's hand pierced through his chest with precision.
Pshht!
Blood sprayed forward in bright arcs.
Quilge's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared down at the hole in his torso.
An instant kill.
Absolute instant kill.
He hadn't survived even one exchange.
"How... is this possible...?" he rasped weakly, his mind failing to grasp what had happened. "Your Majesty... be careful... of Yuta's power…" his final words barely left his lips before his body went limp, loyalty fading unheard by Yhwach.
"I already told you," Yuta said, his tone unreadable. "Game's over."
He turned toward the sky as if preparing to depart for the Soul Society.
Elsewhere, Urahara Kisuke, Kurosaki Ichigo, and the others were making their way through Hueco Mundo.
At that moment, Inoue Orihime stood nearby, wearing brown boots and long white over-the-knee stockings that pressed lightly against her thighs. The fabric gave way to the bare skin of her upper legs before her shorts began. She wore a sleeveless red hoodie, and in her arms, she cradled the small form of Nel.
Startled by the earlier battle, tiny Nel had buried her face against Orihime's chest, peeking out timidly once the fighting ceased.
However, the calm did not last long.
Quilge's body-riddled with fatal wounds-suddenly began to rise again. Spiritual threads wrapped around him unnaturally, forcing his broken limbs upright once again.
Urahara's eyes narrowed beneath the brim of his striped hat. "…Ransōtengai?"
Quilge's broken lips curved into a grimace. "How could I... allow you to go to the Soul Society so easily? Even if it costs me the life granted by His Majesty, I will stop you!"
Spiritual light burst from his hand and condensed into several glowing lines that shot outward, forming beams that twisted around Yuta like binding chains.
Quilge laughed hysterically. "Hahahahahaha! What a pity, Yuta! You were so close to saving the Soul Society!"
"The Schrift granted to me by His Majesty is J: Jail!" he roared with wild pride. "It means Indestructible Prison! Now you are locked inside my cage-and even if I die, it will remain forever! You'll stay there and watch the Soul Society fall!"
His laughter tore through the air until the sound turned ragged with strain. Blood bubbled from his mouth as his body began to deteriorate, but his manic triumph only grew louder.
Yet... Yuta's eyes were calm, unbothered by the words.
Quilge faltered slightly under that gaze. "What... what's that look? Are you saying my prison means nothing to you?"
"Yuta!!!" he screamed hoarsely. "Don't get arrogant! No one has ever broken my prison-no one!"
Yuta's expression remained composed. There was no anger, no scorn-only the faint detachment of someone who had already analyzed every inch of his opponent's ability.
He raised his right hand gently, four fingers pressed together. With one smooth motion, his hand sliced through the glowing walls of the prison as if cutting thin paper.
Cracks shimmered across the surface of the prison before the construct shattered into fragments of spiritual light and dissipated into the air.
Quilge froze, disbelief freezing his expression. "Wh... what...? That was the Schrift granted to me by His Majesty... How could you...?"
He stared at Yuta as though looking at some incomprehensible phenomenon. How strong could one man possibly be?
When Orihime saw Yuta trapped within the glowing barrier earlier, she had taken a step forward in panic. "Yuta-san!"
Hearing Quilge's proclamation that Yuta would be trapped forever had sent her heart pounding. Yet before she could react further, Yuta simply raised his hand-and the prison disappeared as if it had been nothing at all.
Relief washed over her. She exhaled softly, one hand pressed to her chest. "I knew it... Yuta-san wouldn't lose so easily."
Nel poked her head up, blinking her large eyes between Orihime and Yuta. In the next moment, she hopped from Orihime's embrace to the ground.
"Nel?" Orihime asked, startled. "What's wrong?"
Nel puffed out her cheeks and crossed her arms stubbornly. "Nel doesn't want to be carried anymore! Nel is strong enough to walk by herself! And... woman," she said with pouting determination, "what is your relationship with Yuta?"
Her tone carried the fierce protectiveness of someone defending what was hers-though the sight came across as almost childishly adorable.
Orihime chuckled softly and reached down to pat her head. "Alright, alright. Yuta-san belongs to both of us, okay?"
"Humph! Bad Woman," Nel huffed, turning her head away as if unsatisfied.
Neither Urahara Kisuke nor Quilge himself had expected Yuta to destroy the spiritual prison so effortlessly. Urahara's eyes flickered with faint astonishment beneath the shadow of his hat brim.
Two years ago, Yuta already possessed the strength to defeat Aizen Sōsuke. Just how far had he surpassed that now?
"I see..." Urahara whispered to himself, eyes narrowing slightly. "You've grown even stronger."
Quilge's body trembled, despair overtaking his face. "Impossible...! This is absolutely impossible!"
His words dissolved into silence as his body collapsed completely, unable to remain upright any longer. The Ransōtengai threads gave way, and at last, death claimed him fully.
After dealing with Quilge, Yuta opened the Garganta-a black tear in space-and stepped through toward the Soul Society.
When word reached the Gotei 13, the captains and their subordinates stirred at once.
Through the communication knives deployed by the Onmitsukidō, the message spread rapidly across every battlefield.
"Please listen carefully," came the operator's calm transmission. "Captain Yuta will arrive shortly."
"With Captain Yuta's strength," another replied firmly, "there's no doubt-the enemy's advance will be stopped."
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