Death: Then stood in the sky.

Matsumoto Rangiku's eyes were lowered and hidden by her long, wavy hair: "It's precisely because he knows this battle is dangerous that he doesn't want us to get involved."

Sensing the still-exploding spiritual pressure, Kurosaki Masaki urged, "That's why we should..."

“We should stay here and wait for him to come back.” Matsumoto Rangiku suddenly looked up, and Kurosaki Masaki then noticed that her eyes were full of resentment and worry.

Rangiku, she was also worried about Ukitake Seiji, who was no less than herself.

"Don't you understand what that idiot means? It's precisely because he doesn't want us to get hurt that he wants us to stay here and not go over."

"So, I'll just stay here."

"What if he can't fight at his full strength because he's worried about us?"

After all... the enemy is Vastod.

That's no ordinary enemy.

Its combat power is no less than that of a captain. If the records of the True Spiritual Arts Academy are true, it is even above the captain level!

In the past, they may not have been helping at all, but rather causing trouble.

If Ukitake Seiji is unable to fight at full strength because of their presence, he might even die here.

So, just stay here.

No matter how unwilling you are, no matter how much you hate your own weakness, you can just stay here and watch.

Don't make things worse.

Don't hold others back.

This was the greatest help Matsumoto Rangiku could think of for Ukitake Seiji.

The first time.

Rangiku Matsumoto began to hate her own weakness.

If I could master Bankai, would I be able to help him?

Unfortunately, even though so many years have passed since he mastered his Shikai, and the mischievous but cooperative Grey Cat still hasn't even learned the basics of Bankai.

Thinking of this, Matsumoto Rangiku forced a smile. "Masaki, thank you for your help."

Then, her eyes fell on the other side of the city.

Please, please don't die.

Qingji.

Chapter 90 Moon Fang - Sky Surge!

The wind whistled in my ears.

Aoshi used Shunpo to rush towards the location where the spiritual pressure had erupted.

A whooshing sound came from beside me.

A black cat fell from the sky and landed steadily on his shoulder.

It is Yoruichi Shifuin in cat form.

She grabbed her clothes, "Looks like you finally couldn't hold back anymore."

Aoshi's tone was very calm, "After all, he is a monster born to hunt, and he can't endure for long."

Looking at the other person's profile, Yoruichi Shifūin blinked, then smiled slyly, "And you, how long are you going to hide?"

The two looked at each other, then one of them turned away, saying, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

Seeing this, Yoruichi Shifūin, who was staring intently at him, grinned.

She knew that Ukitake Seiji was hiding many secrets.

But it doesn't matter. Death Gods are immortal beings. If nothing unexpected happens, she can live for hundreds or thousands of years. She has plenty of time to slowly understand this man's depths and feelings.

Thinking of this, Yoruichi Shifūin meowed and rubbed against his face.

But inexplicably, a scene from decades ago came back to mind.

At that time, Ukitake Seiji was still a boy, but he had been learning Hakuda and Shunpo from me for some time.

And I asked the other person a question.

"What do you think defines a strong person?"

"A strong person...?"

"Why hesitate? In your eyes, does mastering Shikai and Bankai not make you a strong person?"

"Does mastering Shikai and Bankai make someone strong? If that's the case, then Kensei Muguruma must be incredibly strong."

Yoruichi Shifuin stared wide-eyed and fell silent.

She felt that Ukitake Seiji was actually quite offensive.

However, deep down, he couldn't refute it, because Kensei Muguruma did indeed perform poorly. He possessed the strongest Zanpakuto of the wind type, but he would fall silent every time it came to actual combat.

In short, it can be summed up in one sentence.

Combat strength at the level of six vehicles.

This unique power measurement is something that Yoruichi Shihōin still can't forget, and it often comes to mind as a way to compare how many cars of the opponent's strength is.

"Then what do you think defines a strong person?" The brown-skinned mature woman paused, then added, "Not counting people like the Six Carts."

And in her line of sight.

The boy said slowly, "At least one must have the power to suppress Hueco Mundo, the Human World, and Soul Society by oneself to be considered a strong person, just like the old man."

The cat was shocked!

The cat was dumbfounded!

No wonder this guy has never been arrogant about his own talent, nor has he ever shown any pride in his progress.

So this is how they understand the strong!

Boom!

A violent explosion brought Yoruichi Shihōin back to the present.

Crimson rays rose from the ground and stretched to the horizon, as dazzling as a stellar cannon connecting heaven and earth.

In contrast, there was a deep blue spiritual pressure, standing shoulder to shoulder and refusing to yield.

"Shiba Isshin has already encountered the other side." Yoruichi Shifūin suddenly spoke up. Even though they were tens or hundreds of kilometers apart, she could clearly sense the intense spiritual pressure of the collision.

Clearly, the battle between the two sides had been fierce from the very beginning.

The spiritual pressure of a captain-level individual is astonishing. If that immense spiritual pressure were materialized, it would be as conspicuous as a mountain. If the human eye could see it, it would surely become a new wonder of the world.

Aoshi nodded and said, "It seems they have the upper hand."

Upon hearing this, Yoruichi Shifūin glanced over and asked, "You can clearly sense the subtle fluctuations in each other's spiritual pressure even from this distance?"

She was somewhat surprised.

This rebellious disciple's power is probably even stronger than I judged.

"Let's quicken our pace."

Yoruichi Shifūin withdrew her gaze, her golden pupils fixed on the dark city. "After all, it's Vasto Lorde. Even a captain-level Shinigami might not be able to secure a victory against a Hollow of that caliber."

The sky, I don't know when, was framed by dark clouds.

Woohoo!

The rain pattered down, but before it could touch the two of them, it evaporated upon hitting an invisible spiritual pressure barrier.

Aoshi didn't answer, but suddenly said, "It's raining."

Looking out from the Four Maple Courtyard at night.

Aoshi said slowly, "Haven't you noticed? Every time the other person appears, it's always when it's raining."

A household with no rain in its heart and a household with rain in its heart.

Perhaps the connection between them began here.

......

Boom!

The crimson, furious spiritual pressure collided with the bright, azure spiritual pressure, and Shiba Isshin was sent flying out of the explosion's flames, sliding across the ground for hundreds of meters before finally coming to a stop.

"It's monstrous power. Is that why Vastod is listed as a high-risk target by the Shinigami Academy and marked as someone even a captain-level Shinigami cannot defeat?"

The Zanpakuto pierced the ground, stopping the impact.

Shiba Isshin grimaced and shook his hand. The violence of the bone knife's slash was simply chaotic, which inexplicably reminded him of Ukitake Seiji's attacks.

Although there weren't many variations, the slashing style—using any means necessary to kill the enemy and maximizing the attack—was virtually identical.

"Hey, you over there, how about we chat for a bit?"

Shiba shouted.

Amidst a cloud of dust, a deep, booming voice, like that of a wild beast, resounded.

Then, a tall human figure slowly appeared.

He was entirely black except for his pale mask, which was covered in cruel bull horns. His arms were gleaming bone blades that raindrops fell on them and dripped into puddles on the ground.

An aura of extreme cruelty lingered around him, along with an intense, almost tangible malice that pricked every pore like needles.

"Are you unwilling to answer? Or are you simply devoid of reason?"

Shiba was intently observing the other party's every move.

But he saw not a trace of reason in this minotaur.

Only tyranny.

Only madness.

Only destruction.

And an extreme desire to attack, to destroy everything.

"He seems to have lost his mind, which is fine."

"Then..."

Shiba Isshin took a deep breath, then glared and roared, "I can kill you right here without any scruples!"

With a roar, Shiba Ichishin held his sword and blocked the bone knife that was inches away.

"Roar!"

The Minotaur roared shrilly, its crimson eyes filled with destructive intent. Its ferocious mouth opened, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, as if it were about to tear something apart at any moment.

Shiba Isshin completely ignored this.

His eyes burned with a passion known for anger and fury.

"From my standpoint, I really don't have the face to stand in front of the graves of my subordinates and colleagues and say anything about avenging you."

So—

"You bastard!"

"Wake up!"

"Then go to hell and repent properly in front of them!"

"Shikai!"

"Burn, Yanyue!"

His spiritual pressure surged rapidly, instantly reaching a level that ordinary captain-level Shinigami could never achieve.

The Zanpakuto in his hand transformed into a blade burning with flames.