Chapter 121

Formerly vice-captain of the 12th Division of the Gotei 13, and director of the Technical "467" Kaifa Bureau research lab.

His zanpakutō is a plain direct-attack type zanpakutō.

And Yachiru.

A girl with braided hair, wearing a sailor uniform, outwardly demure but inwardly a hopeless fangirl.

Former vice-captain of the 8th Division.

On a day like this.

The Shinigami of Soul Society wore gigai, and two girls from the Arrancar army carried luggage.

Walking beside Kuchiki Senya along the streets of the human world.

"Ugh, this gigai is really annoying."

Matsumoto Rangiku tugged at her clothes, her face flushed as if struggling to breathe.

The gigai's interior was too cramped, severely restricting her.

Beside her.

Rukia pounded the steel plate, gritting her teeth in envy!

Damn it!

Why won't I grow taller!

"Lord Senya, I think I'm sick—when we get back, please check me…" Matsumoto Rangiku still struggled to breathe; for a vice-captain like her, this was unthinkable!

It severely hampered her combat power.

Kuchiki Senya glanced at her for an instant, then nodded decisively.

Being a boss is troublesome.

When a subordinate has health issues, you have to check on them yourself…

…

Meanwhile.

On the crowded street, several figures lurked in the shadows, their sharp, wolflike gazes constantly scanning Kuchiki Senya's group.

"That one—that's Kuchiki Senya."

"Soon. Wait until they head somewhere with fewer people, then strike!"

The burly Ginjo Kugo whispered low, his eyes locked firmly on Kuchiki Senya.

If.

We could gain the aid of such power.

Nothing we sought would be out of reach!

We could even directly challenge Soul Society! Even if Soul Society sent more elites, we'd have nothing to fear!

Behind them.

Four voices rumbled in unison.

Shishio Kagen, a boy with a punk cut, wearing knuckle dusters marked "777."

Setsuna, a pale-skinned boy with golden hair and blue eyes, always holding a game console.

Tazawa Kiriko, an elegant man with a black beard and a black eye patch, always carrying a whip.

And Tsukishima Shūkō, with jet-black hair, deep eyes, a handsome face, and always fiddling with a bookmark!

…

Not long after.

Kuchiki Senya's group arrived at the riverside meadow for the fireworks festival.

This was Kuchiki family property in the human world—even with crowds, only Kuchiki family members were permitted!

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

Colorful fireworks burst in the sky.

Kuchiki Senya lay comfortably on the grass, while the girls sprawled haphazardly around him.

Matsumoto Rangiku still looked as if she couldn't breathe, her face flushed red.

But.

Too bad.

Such beautiful fireworks always attract annoying pests.

Kuchiki Senya shook his head slightly.

In his Direct Perception Bright Curse, several weak, creeping pressures slowly approached him, like rats in a sewer.

The Fullbring organization.

In raw power, they're weaker than captains, but many possess abilities akin to rules.

Under certain conditions, these can produce unexpected effects.

The next moment.

"Whoosh~"

With a strange ripple, Kuchiki Senya vanished from his spot.

In the small grove, the pale-skinned, golden-haired boy was ecstatic.

"Success!"

"I've pulled Kuchiki Senya into the game space!"

Setsuna's face flushed red.

This is his ability — any intruder shall perish!

By manipulating a handheld game console, he can transfer a designated opponent into a spatial ability that completely conceals their spiritual pressure.

Through controlling the game, he controls the space within it and restrains his opponent's movements.

However, Kuchiki Senya's spiritual pressure is simply too overwhelming; even if Yukio forces him in, the space can hold for only a brief moment at most!

"Tatsuki Kiriko, hurry!"

Tsukishima and Ginjo hurriedly urged her on. Tatsuki Kiriko, wearing her blindfold, gave a slight nod, then activated her ability — Time Tells No Lies!

Her ability medium is a pocket watch. It can set a timed mechanism that causes an object to change once it exceeds the set duration, and it can also impose a fixed time-range limit on any person or object.

Perfect — it can extend the time Kuchiki Senya is trapped inside the game space!

"Tsukishima, it's up to you now." Ginjo clapped Tsukishima on the shoulder.

Tsukishima merely curved a faint smile at the corner of his lips, and the bookmark in his hand transformed into a long blade with its edge fully bared!

Fullbring: Book of the End!

Medium: Tsukishima's ability medium is his own bookmark. He channels spiritual power to reinforce the bookmark, transforming it into a Wu Shidao adorned with a small chain — a weapon of considerable offensive power capable of cleaving through anything.

Insertion into the Past: Without harming the target, he can insert his own existence into the target's past, altering their memories.

He can learn everything the slashed target knew prior to the point of insertion.

If this ability is used again to slash a target "whose past has already been inserted into," or if Tsukishima dies, the slashed target will return to their normal state.

This is his greatest trump card!

All he needs to do is implant into Kuchiki Senya's memories the notion that they are his companions, and from then on he can, to a certain extent, control this powerhouse!

This great weapon of Soul Society!

He only needs to wait until the Book of the End is inserted into the game space — he won't even have to enter himself — and Kuchiki Senya can be perfectly controlled!

However.

The next instant.

"Boring." A languid voice rang out.

"Who!" Everyone's pupils contracted sharply as they turned to look.

They saw a figure leaning against a large tree — wearing a floral shirt, a cup of sake swaying gently in his hand, his face the picture of languor.

Kuchiki Senya!

Everyone present was seized with shock!

Wasn't he locked inside the game space?!

Yukio hurriedly looked into the game space, only to see a figure identical to Kuchiki Senya gradually dissipating…

Possessing three thousand shadow-clone bodies, Kuchiki Senya can sense danger the instant it arrives — what had been locked inside was merely one of his clones.

Kuchiki Senya gave a slight shake of his head.