Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

Ichigo lowered his head, turned around, and rushed out of the house as if fleeing.

.........

Hundreds of meters above the Kurosaki family's residence.

A piece of fabric, blending seamlessly into the night, was partially lifted.

Sasuke frowned slightly as he looked down at Ichigo Kurosaki, who was fleeing in a panic.

"Is this what you call a confrontation?"

He turned to look at Urahara beside him, his tone puzzled, "What's the point of this ugly behavior?"

"Oh dear, Sasuke-kun, you can't say that."

Kisuke Urahara pulled down the brim of his hat, his eyes unusually calm.

"Although the strength of these Fullbringers is incomparable to Aizen's."

"But when it comes to breaking down psychological defenses, they are even more terrifying than Aizen."

Urahara Kisuke gently tapped his palm with the folding fan in his hand. "For Mr. Kurosaki, family and friends are the entire pillar of his world."

He glanced at Sasuke, his gaze pointed: "And now, his closest person stands against him, that fear..."

"I think Sasuke-kun can understand this feeling to some extent even without experiencing it firsthand, right?"

Sasuke's eyes narrowed slightly; he knew better than anyone the feeling of being betrayed by one's closest relatives.

“So…” Sasuke withdrew his gaze and said coldly, “Your plan is to let him regain his strength after despairing, and then kill all those people?”

“It’s true that we need to regain our strength,” Kisuke Urahara nodded, “but not now.”

"Why?" Sasuke asked, puzzled.

Now that the sword is ready and Ichigo is in despair, it is the perfect time to awaken his potential.

Kisuke Urahara fastened the cloaking cloth again, concealing the figures of the group.

"There are still people's faces, Mr. Kurosaki, you haven't seen them clearly yet, let's continue reading."

Sasuke looked down and saw a man with slicked-back hair and a silver cross necklace around his neck.

"Hmm?" Sasuke's Sharingan twitched slightly.

This man was under the pressure of death and the ethereal spirit, and even the aura of a fragment of the Spirit King.

"Who is this guy...?"

"The first substitute Shinigami, Kūgo Ginjō, is also the mastermind behind this incident."

Sasuke instantly understood Urahara's meaning.

When a person is in dire straits, they are like a drowning person.

At that moment, he would grab any straw offered to him without hesitation.

.........

From behind Ichigo, Ginjou's voice came from the street below.

"Ichigo, it looks like you're in big trouble."

“Ginjo…” Ichigo’s voice was hoarse, “Do you know what happened? That Tsukishima guy…”

"Well, I have some guesses about that guy's abilities." Yin Cheng walked over, his expression serious.

"It's not just about manipulating memories; he can forcibly insert his own 'existence' into the other person's 'past'."

"To your family and friends, Tsukishima is not a stranger who suddenly appeared, but a relative and close friend who has been with them for a long time."

"Their past has been altered, so in their eyes now, your hostility towards Tsukishima is incomprehensible."

After hearing these words, Ichigo raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and gripped Ginjo's shoulder tightly.

"Then what should I do?"

"How can we turn them back?!"

Yincheng looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then his eyes turned fierce.

"The only way is to eliminate the caster."

Ichigo let go, staggered back two steps, and felt the unfamiliar look in Yuuki's eyes and the disappointed accusation in Ryuki's eyes.

He clenched his fists, his face dark.

"You mean, as long as we kill Tsukishima, everything will go back to normal, right?"

"Hey!"

A strange woman appeared, said something, and Ichigo and the others followed her.

"Has it started?" Sasuke asked calmly.

“Ah, that’s the final stage.” Urahara pulled down his hat brim, his eyes deep.

........

In a mansion, the front door was pushed open, and Hidekuro Tsukishima stood in the entrance hall.

Kurosaki Ichigo instinctively tried to rush over, but Ginjo Kugo grabbed his arm tightly.

"Calm down, Ichigo."

"Don't forget his abilities; once he gets hit, it's all over!"

Ichigo gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart.

"Don't be so nervous."

Hidekuro Tsukishima shrugged. "I have no intention of fighting you. I just want to talk to you."

"Speak?" Ichigo snorted, but he agreed with Ginjo's words and followed Tsukishima into the mansion.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

As soon as I entered, several explosions of fireworks rang out in my ears, and colorful ribbons rained down from the sky.

Welcome back!

The once dimly lit hall was instantly illuminated, and Youzi, Xia Li, Qi Wu, Long Gui...

All the familiar faces gathered together, their faces beaming with warm smiles.

"elder brother!"

"Ichigo!"

The crowd gathered around, greeting him all at once. Ichigo felt a little dazed by their enthusiasm, as if the previous argument had never happened.

"W-What's going on...?" Ichigo was somewhat at a loss.

"Relax," Ginjo whispered in his ear. "It seems that Tsukishima doesn't intend to make a move yet."

"You're lucky, Ichigo."

Asano Keigo squeezed out of the crowd, patted Ichigo on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "Shu is so kind, you should apologize to him now."

"Apologize?" Ichigo was stunned.

"That's right! Apologize!"

"Apologize now, Ichigo!"

The surrounding crowd began to chime in, their voices growing louder and louder, almost suffocating.

"Apologize...Apologize...Apologize..."

Ichigo felt his head buzzing, and that fear of being isolated came over him again.

"Enough!!!"

He pushed through the crowd and rushed toward the figure standing in the shadows on the second floor.

"Tsukishima—!!!"

"Hey! Don't fall for it, Ichigo!" Ginjo shouted from behind, but it was too late to stop him.

Ichigo rushed upstairs and kicked open the tightly closed door.

Besides Tsukishima, there were several Fullbringers in the room with indifferent expressions.

"Boom—!"

A loud crash came from behind, and Ichigo turned around abruptly to see Ginjo wielding his massive two-handed sword, completely severing the stairs behind him.

"This way, your family and classmates won't be able to get up."

Ginjo turned to look at Ichigo, his eyes sharp.

"Forget everything else, let's fight with all our might, Ichigo!"

"......good!"

Without hesitation, Ichigo instantly transformed the proxy in his hand, his spiritual pressure swirling around him like flames, turning into a white bone armor.

Ginjo charged toward the Fullbringers, but Ichigo instantly covered the distance, his sword whistling as it slashed toward Tsukishima.

"Drink!"

Tsukishima calmly raised his sword to parry.

But this time, Ichigo was even faster.

A bloodstain appeared on Tsukishima's arm.

"Oh?" Tsukishima glanced at the wound, a look of surprise on his face. "Is this your Fullbring? To have grown to this level in such a short time..."

"That's really amazing."

Is that a compliment you're giving me?

Ichigo, panting, pointed his sword at Tsukishima, his eyes icy. "Keep pretending to be in control for now, or I'll kill you."

"Kill me...?"

Tsukishima smiled, just about to say something.