Chapter 35: The First Form of the Soul King's Divine Palm
The entire Seireitei trembled due to the sudden appearance of the blood-red vertical eye!
The Department of Research and Development (SRDI), responsible for the Seireitei's technology and tool creation, immediately dispatched personnel to investigate. Soon, numerous figures carrying various instruments soared into the sky. Soul Reapers cannot naturally fly, but condensing Reishi to form temporary footholds under their feet and sprinting upward was a routine maneuver.
"After your survey, you tell me there is nothing in the sky? Now, look up at that unpleasant blood-red eye and tell me again—are you sure you know what you're saying?"
Within the 12th Division—the SRDI—Mayuri Kurotsuchi, wearing his black-and-white mask and his Shihakusho with its flared deep-purple collar, operated his equipment while listening to his subordinate's report. Suddenly, his head snapped back at a terrifying angle that suggested his cervical vertebrae had shattered, looking back at his subordinate with a bizarre, shrill voice.
The subordinate trembled but summoned his courage: "Yes, sir. Whether it's spiritual sensing or instrumental detection, we've gathered zero meaningful data. If we close our eyes and speak only through the data... there is absolutely nothing in the sky."
Mayuri Kurotsuchi, the second Director of the SRDI and Captain of the 12th Division, was a quintessential mad scientist. However, his madness was reserved for his social conduct; in science and technology, he was more rigorous than anyone. Faced with the reality of a visible blood eye that instruments couldn't see, he didn't erupt in rage but instead laughed with intense interest:
"Oho! A phenomenon observable by every human eye, yet objective instruments cannot capture a single byte of data? How fascinating. Nemu, watch these useless wastes and have them conduct more tests. I'm going to the old man's meeting. When I return, I shall preside over this personally."
A girl in a short-skirt Shihakusho emerged from the shadows and bowed to Mayuri: "Yes, Lord Mayuri. I will execute your orders."
With such a major event occurring, Captain-Commander Yamamoto naturally convened a meeting of the Gotei 13 Captains. Mo Yu sat in the meeting room, splitting off several perspectives and "tagging" each Captain and Lieutenant, ensuring he could find them the moment he needed them.
At the meeting, despite his suspicions, Yamamoto said nothing specific. He merely ordered the Captains to pacify their members, ensuring the Seireitei remained orderly. He issued standard orders for strict patrols and increased security in key areas—nothing of much substance. Mo Yu grew bored after a while and switched his view to Uryu Ishida.
Uryu had been imprisoned in the Central Underground Prison. The prison was divided into two parts: the upper levels for ordinary criminals, and the lower levels for high-priority felons. The famous Muken (Eternal Prison) was located at the very bottom. (Later in the story, the transcendental Aizen would be sentenced to 20,000 years there). Aside from Aizen, other absolute powerhouses like Kenpachi Azashiro were also held there—a true den of hidden dragons.
Muken's specialty was "Nothingness"—no light, no sound, no Reishi—torturing prisoners with absolute silence and void. While true powerhouses ignored this, Uryu hadn't reached Muken status yet. He was sent to the lowest floor of the ordinary section, which bordered Muken and shared its drab aesthetic.
In a cell built of Sekkiseki (Spirit-Reducing Stone)—which suppresses and blocks Reishi—there was nothing but a single tatami mat.
Uryu slowly woke up, instinctively letting out a few soft, pained moans. Apparently, Byakuya Kuchiki, enraged by Uryu's "arrogant dialogue" during the arrest, had used a bit too much force.
"Ow... my body hurts so much. Those guys didn't show any mercy at all. Wait! Eek! Why am I speaking in such a disgusting, feminine way?!"
The moment he woke, Uryu realized something was wrong. At that moment, the holy voice from beyond appeared right on cue:
"Are you awake? The body modification surgery was a success. You have awakened the 'Female' within your heart, becoming the world's strongest submissive 'Uke.' If I ever want to film something like Girlfriend Mountain or Visual Novel: Perverted Glasses in the future, I'll definitely save the lead role for you!"
Hearing this, Uryu flipped over like a salted fish and bounced up. His first instinct was to check his "masculine symbol." Naturally, the physical results were unchanged, but Uryu truly felt wrong. A weak, powerlessness swirled through his body and mind, making him instinctively want to find a warm, muscular chest to lean against and pour out his helpless, cluttered thoughts to a "Big Brother."
"NOOOOOO!!!! Die, you disgusting fantasies! DIE!"
Perhaps the remnants of his "Masculinity" were still fighting back. Sensing the anomaly, Uryu exploded with willpower. He clenched his fist and unceremoniously punched his own face, beating the delicate thoughts back into the abyss.
However, his punch was so hard that his already bruised face grew worse, and a nosebleed sprayed three meters away. Simultaneously, however, that "submissive" aura faded slightly.
"Oh! Using your fist to beat the 'Female' within your heart to boost the 'Male'? Uryu, your Purity has made me look at you in a new light!"
Mo Yu watched with great interest. What was happening to Uryu was indeed fascinating. When the world's art style shifted due to the 3D audience, some benefited (like Ichigo and Chad), and others suffered (like Uryu). Yet Uryu didn't accept it. The moment he sensed the change, he resisted with absolute instinct.
In this moment, through his extreme will, Uryu grasped the path of Purity he hadn't understood before—reaching the "High Purity Realm of Beating One's Own Mind." It was a blessing in disguise.
Mo Yu realized that even if the world's style shifted, the inhabitants didn't necessarily move with it; they reacted differently. This would require more observation and data, but Mo Yu had plenty of both.
Wiping away the blood, Uryu stood up and snarled at the sky: "Observer! Don't think I'll forgive you for sabotaging me! Dammit, get this disgusting catchphrase out of my mouth!!!"
Sensing he still carried an unwanted, "girly" tone, Uryu punched his own face again, seeking to defeat the "Loser Catchphrase."
"Stop hitting yourself. If you keep going, you'll explode your face before you finish killing the 'Female' in your heart. You should know many viewers said they won't watch Episode 2 without you. Anyway, I won't deny I set you up. But... are you interested in hearing about your salary?"
Having just grasped some of Purity's uses, a red-eyed Uryu roared: "If it involves blasting you into dust, I'm very interested!"
Mo Yu ignored the tantrum and said leisurely:
"Don't be so quick to roar. The salary I gave Ichigo was the truth of his past and a chance to face his mother's killer. The salary I'm offering you is the same: the truth of past grudges, and a chance to face the man who killed your grandfather, Soken Ishida. How does that sound?"
A good routine never gets old. The same tactic used on Ichigo worked perfectly on Uryu. Uryu's roar caught in his throat, and he fell into silence.
"If you're unwilling, that's fine. I can have my partner send you back to the material world. You can stay home and wait for the Ark to set sail. But if you remember your grandfather—if you remember his teachings—then you might want to consider my script. If you miss this chance, I might not have the time to arrange this again."
Uryu remained silent. The name of Soken Ishida made his heart waver, dragging him into memory.
Many years ago, in the bright sunlight, his kind grandfather had his back to the sun. He crouched down, stroking Uryu's head, and spoke in an old, wise voice about the past and present of the Quincy. It was the most profound day of his memory. Every life has a turning point; Uryu's was that day. He resolved to become a Quincy out of admiration for Soken.
But soon, Soken disappeared. His father, Ryuken Ishida, held a funeral without even finding a body and refused to speak of it again. This was the root of their strained relationship.
Uryu took a deep breath, regained his calm, and spoke: "What do you know about my grandfather? Tell me!"
Mo Yu looked at him with a trace of pity and said flatly:
"Your grandfather, Soken Ishida, was a good man. Practical, resilient, broad-minded, and wise. He was a man who truly carried the honor of the Quincy. He never forgot that Quincies were born to eliminate Hollows and defend the balance of the world. He spent his life on that path. For that honor, he was even willing to put aside grudges and cooperate with Soul Reapers to slay monsters. Unfortunately, he was a good man, but others were not. He died a miserable death. Honestly, I hesitated to tell you what happened to him..."
At this point, Uryu had to know. He gritted his teeth and said, word by word: "TELL... ME!"
Mo Yu spoke coldly: "A certain mad scientist coveted Soken's Quincy body. When Soken faced five massive Hollows, this scientist deliberately delayed the Soul Reaper reinforcements, leading to Soken being critically injured. Then, the scientist took him back under the guise of 'rescuing' him and performed destructive human vivisection. In his final moments, your grandfather was calling your name. Don't doubt me; when you meet that scientist, he will tell you the truth himself with pride and mockery. To him, it was just a trivial little experiment..."
The truth hit Uryu like a physical blow. He shuddered, speechless, blood seeping from his bitten lip.
"Actually, you don't have to care so much. The Soul Reapers are powerful; Quincies are just rats in a gutter. Your father was right to quit being a Quincy. Your grandfather's death was his own choice. One day, just give that scientist a light slap, laugh it off, and settle the grudge. You'll have avenged him without offending the Soul Reapers. A win-win!"
Mo Yu's voice took on a teasing quality. This wasn't without reason.
When Mo Yu used to watch the anime as a viewer, he had some grievances with the plot—specifically regarding the "closure" of certain arcs. He didn't mind tragic backstories or deaths, as long as they weren't forced. What bothered him was when the value of those plots wasn't realized.
Take Uryu. In the original series, he was a plot-progression tool. He had his moments, but Mo Yu found him unsatisfying. Uryu had great talent but lacked guidance. His father, Ryuken, watched from the sidelines, neither stopping nor teaching him. This was understandable; being a Quincy was a death sentence (Yhwach was cut down by Yamamoto, after all). If Uryu just killed small Hollows near home, Ryuken could cover for him.
But fate exceeded Ryuken's expectations. In the Soul Society arc, Uryu followed Ichigo to the Seireitei. After learning Mayuri Kurotsuchi killed his grandfather, Uryu exploded, trading his Quincy powers for a massive power-up to fight Mayuri.
That was Uryu's highlight. Mo Yu liked it.
However, Mayuri didn't die. He remained alive and well.
And later, when Uryu regained his powers, he seemed to forget the whole thing. He naturally fought alongside Ichigo to save the Soul Society, barely reacting when he saw Mayuri. It was as if... nothing had happened.
Back then, Mo Yu wanted to reach through the screen, grab Uryu's collar, and scream: "You bastard! Do you deserve the grandfather who lived in your flashbacks?! Be a man and use Fire Punch on the Soul Society for him!!!"
Soken's death was tragic, and its value was to provide emotional motivation. Mo Yu could accept that. What he couldn't accept was how weak and hurried the conclusion of that motivation was. Mo Yu understood that Ichigo had to side with the Soul Reapers, and Uryu—as a supporting tool—couldn't be allowed to ruin the "Grand Alliance" over a "minor personal grudge."
He understood it, and he knew it was Tite Kubo's fault, not Uryu's. But every time Uryu appeared later, Mo Yu felt a subtle irritation.
But that was before. Now, as the 3D God of this World Bubble, Mo Yu had the right to do something about his grievances. For example: giving Uryu a chance.
As for whether Uryu would take it? Mo Yu wasn't worried. This was a shonen world. Staying indifferent to your grandfather's killer was a villain trait, not a protagonist group trait.
Uryu looked up, suppressing the rising flames of hatred, and asked coldly:
"What is your script? What do you want me to do?"
"Great question. Remember what happened before you were caught? The plan to destroy the Soul Society was formulated by you, Uryu Ishida. It was all for the 'Sacred Quincy Plan.' That is your outline. As for the details... refine them yourself. Fill in the blanks, study the role, and aim for a perfect one-take performance."
Rather than agonizing over writing every word, Mo Yu preferred to be the boss who says "I want a colorful shade of black" and lets others do the hard work. Uryu was now his new "experiment."
Uryu realized how unreliable Mo Yu was. No script asks the actor to write the details! But his "intelligence officer" persona remained active, allowing his brain to function through the rage:
"Before I 'refine' a script, I need power."
Uryu hadn't forgotten the arrest. He had been one-shot by Byakuya despite being prepared. Without power, everything was a lie.
Mo Yu laughed. "Power? Easy. I'll give it to you. See that wall? It's made of Sekkiseki. It suppresses Reishi and is indestructible. Now, extend your hand, face the wall, and shout with all your spirit: TAKE MY PALM!"
Uryu froze. He pointed his hand at the wall and shouted half-doubtingly: "Take my palm..."
In the next instant, BOOM. A massive palm-print appeared on the stone. It was three inches deep—extraordinary lethality.
"Uryu Ishida, congratulations! You have learned the 1st Form of the Soul King's Divine Palm: The Soul King's Casual Palm. This technique is no joke; it senses the Soul King's will and borrows His supreme Omnipotence. It is a perfect blend of offense and defense, with variations rivalling the Tathāgata Palm of Hong Kong Manhua. Most importantly, it's a crash-course skill; no training required. Just shout the name, and the 'A.I.' guest-starring as the Soul King's will handles the rest."
Uryu pushed his glasses up, his mouth full of complaints he didn't know how to voice.
"Not satisfied? Fine. It seems the 1st Form isn't enough. Experience the 2nd Form: The Soul King's Not-So-Casual Palm!"
A series of rapid, overlapping palm strikes slammed into the wall. In a flash, the indestructible Sekkiseki wall collapsed.
Amidst the flying dust, Mo Yu's voice echoed in Uryu's ear:
"Alright. Power given. Now... begin your performance!"
Uryu had no time to complain. The collapse triggered a high-pitched alarm. Prison guards used Shunpo to arrive instantly, staring at the dazed Uryu.
"The prisoner brought in today is escaping! Catch him!"
Before his brain could process it, Uryu's hand rose. He roared: "TAKE MY SOUL KING'S DIVINE PALM!"
The guards were blasted away by an invisible, peerless force.
Uryu had the urge to complain, but as he used it, he realized a skill that only required a pose and a shout to trigger an "A.I." response was actually... quite nice.
Before long, Captain-Commander Yamamoto, still in the meeting, received a report.
The prisoner, Uryu Ishida, was currently tearing through the Central Prison with "God-Slaying" momentum, utilizing a technique called the Soul King's Divine Palm.
Hearing the name, even Yamamoto's composure failed. His eyes snapped open:
"A technique called what?!"
End of Chapter
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