One Piece: Kaido's adopted son, starts with the Eight Gates Formation.

His voice echoed throughout the entire Seireitei, each word seemingly imbued with the power of incantation, questioning the soul and defining existence. Any life lower than his level would involuntarily feel its own insignificance under this questioning, unable to muster even the slightest thought of resistance.

This is a supreme question from the leader of the Zero Division, from the Soul King Palace.

However, Lynn on the throne didn't even look at him immediately.

He kept his head up, gazing at the dimensional rift in the sky that hadn't fully closed yet—the place where the Heavenly Pillar had descended. He pointed in that direction with his tiny finger and asked Kaido beside him in a childish voice:

"Dad, is that big pillar the elevator that leads to the toy house?"

Kaido's reply was full of destructive intent: "Ororororo! If that's the case, young master, just give the order, and I'll tear it apart right now!"

The question and answer were relaxed and pleasant, as if they hadn't heard Hyosube Ichibei's awe-inspiring question at all, as if they were just discussing an insignificant background.

The four generals behind Hyosube Ichibei instantly turned extremely ugly.

This is utter disregard!

Hyōsuke Ichibei's beard twitched slightly. He wasn't angry; he simply repeated himself, this time with a hint of "ink" in his voice.

"Answer my question, you nameless one."

As he spoke, it was as if invisible ink was spreading in the air, trying to "blacken" Lynn's existence and strip him of his "name".

Only then did Lynn seem to finally notice the few new "little ants" at his feet.

He slowly lowered his head, his pure, golden eyes, which reflected the entire world, meeting Hyosube Ichibei's deep, unfathomable eyes.

Instead of answering the question, he tilted his head curiously and asked in a soft, sweet voice, as if he were discovering something new:

"Are you... also toys locked up?"

"It looks much older than the one Aizen mentioned."

Thick black ink seeped from the tip of Hyosube Ichibei's brush, and his spiritual pressure spread out in waves with the rhythm of the ink droplets falling to the ground.

The entire ruins of Seireitei were shaking.

"I'll ask you one more time," Hyosube Ichibei's voice deepened, devoid of its previous composure and politeness, "What exactly are you?"

His tone carried the power of incantations; each word struck like a tangible hammer, directly hitting the souls of everyone present. The Shinigami clutched their chests, and even Kenpachi Zaraki frowned.

But the small figure on the throne didn't even change its posture.

Lynn tilted his head, holding half a lollipop in his mouth, his gaze sweeping over Hyosube Ichibei, then looking at the four people behind him, before taking the lollipop out of interest.

"Your calligraphy brush is quite large," Lynn said, "but it's not very nice. It's not as nice as the calligraphy brush I saw in Wano Country last time."

Hyosube Ichibei's eyebrows twitched.

He has lived for millions of years, revered by countless beings as the guardian of his "True Name." He has existed in the Soul Society since the birth of the Soul King. No living being dares to speak to him in such a tone.

Even Yhwach didn't dare.

"I already said, state your name." Hyōsuke Ichibei raised his brush, the tip pointing skyward, black ink spreading in the air to form a huge inkwell. "If you don't answer, I'll choose one for you."

"Oh?" Lynn finally showed some interest, putting the lollipop back in her pocket. "You're going to name me?"

"It's not about naming," Hyosube Ichibei's eyes darkened. "It's about blackening."

"Ichimonji Bankai - Unrepeatable Great Slaughtering Ridge."

He didn't shout or yell, but just whispered those words.

Then the world changed.

All the light disappeared.

It wasn't darkness that descended, but rather the very concept of "light" itself that was blackened. The entire Seireitei was plunged into absolute darkness, and even the perception of spiritual pressure became blurred.

Kaido's laughter stopped.