Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

"Hahaha! That's right!"

The voice in his mind responded to him with wild laughter.

"Then devour it—"

"Sunbathing outdoors!!!"

"boom--!!!"

A golden spiritual pressure storm suddenly erupted at the center of the lightning sphere!

Outside, Sasuke's eyes suddenly narrowed.

"It's coming!"

Madarame Ikkaku held his breath, staring intently at the iron ball.

"Drink it all!!!"

A wild, terrifying roar erupted from inside the iron sphere, causing ripples to spread through the surrounding air.

"Crack!"

A crack appeared on the surface of the iron ball.

Immediately afterwards, the cracks spread wildly, and the inside of the iron ball was torn apart by a huge slash, turning into countless lightning particles that dissipated into the sky.

At the center of that golden spiritual pressure storm, a tall figure stood proudly.

Kenpachi Zaraki.

At this moment, he was enveloped in a golden spiritual pressure that seemed almost tangible, and he held a wildly designed giant battle axe in his hand.

"This...this is Shikai." Ikkaku's eyes widened, his voice trembling. "The captain...he finally..."

Kenpachi looked down at the heavy giant axe in his hand, feeling the continuous surge of power, and grinned, revealing a ferocious and satisfied smile.

"So your name is Yeshai."

He murmured something under his breath, then suddenly raised his head, his eyes, burning with the intensity of battle, fixed intently on Sasuke.

"Hey, kid!"

Kenpachi hoisted his giant axe onto his shoulder and walked step by step toward Sasuke.

Thank you.

Although he said thank you, his murderous aura showed no signs of abating; on the contrary, it intensified.

"In return..."

Kenpachi stopped in front of Sasuke, his giant axe pointing at Sasuke's nose.

"Let's have a good, satisfying fight now!"

Sasuke looked at the man in front of him, whose aura was completely different, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

“Okay.” He placed his hand on the hilt of the sword “Indra”.

Just as the two were about to clash, a somewhat exasperated voice suddenly broke in.

"Wait a minute!"

Hitsugaya Toshiro instantly appeared between the two, his face serious.

"Zaraki! Look around!"

He pointed to the streets around him, now a mess from the earlier burst of spiritual pressure, and the residential buildings in the distance that had been awakened.

"This is the human world! Not Soul Society!"

Toshiro's brows furrowed tightly. "If you two keep fighting here, you'll destroy this entire city!"

"what?"

Kenpachi picked at his ear impatiently. "I just want to kill people, nothing else matters."

"You bastard..."

Toshiro's forehead veins bulged as he took a deep breath. "If you insist on starting a fight here, then I'll have no choice but to report this to the Captain-Commander."

"At that time, forget about fighting, you'll never be able to step into the world again in your entire life!"

Upon hearing the words "Captain-Commander," Kenpachi's fanatical expression finally froze for a moment.

Even he found the old man's nagging a bit of a headache.

"cut......"

Kenpachi clicked his tongue in displeasure, his spiritual pressure slowly receding, and the giant axe in his hand transformed back into his worn-out asagi, which he then tucked back into his waistband.

"This is such a hassle."

He turned his head to look at Sasuke, his tone full of resentment.

"Hey kid, since we can't fight here, let's go back to Soul Society and fight!"

"It's a big place, what do you think?"

All eyes were on Sasuke.

Sasuke remained silent for a moment, then gently shook his head.

"No." His voice was calm. "I have other things to take care of, so I won't be returning to Soul Society for the time being."

"what?!"

Kenpachi's eyes widened. "Are you kidding me?!"

"Now that you have regained your power..."

Sasuke ignored his anger and said calmly, "Then you can go and try your sword on Captain-Commander Yamamoto."

"If it were you now, you might be able to get him to take it a little more seriously."

"Old man..."

Kenpachi paused for a moment, then, as if he had thought of something, his face broke into that sinister smile again.

"Hahaha! Great idea!"

He laughed and patted Sasuke on the shoulder, "Then it's settled! I'll settle the score with you after I've finished fighting the old man!"

"Don't make excuses then!"

"Whatever you say." Sasuke remained noncommittal.

This imminent battle was thus averted in a somewhat absurd way.

The Grim Reapers began cleaning up the scene, erasing the memories of ordinary people, and restoring order to the city.

"Sasuke-kun."

Kisuke Urahara walked over at that moment, waving his folding fan with his usual smile on his face.

"Speaking of which, I've always been curious about that 'other thing'."

He walked over to Sasuke, lowered his voice, and asked in a volume that only the two of them could hear.

"Why did you suddenly come back this time?"

"It couldn't be that he came to help Captain Zaraki with special training, or to visit his old friend, could it?"

Sasuke glanced at him, making no attempt to hide anything.

"Come back and see what Aizen has done."

"Oh?" Urahara raised an eyebrow. "It seems Sasuke-kun still cherishes old friendships."

"The results of it?"

“He failed.” Sasuke’s tone was completely flat. “He’s imprisoned in the Abyss.”

"That's all?"

Urahara narrowed his eyes, clearly not believing that Sasuke would go to such lengths to come back just to visit someone in prison.

"Not entirely."

Sasuke turned around and looked into the distant void.

"I have another plan."

"What are your plans?"

“Hell.” Sasuke uttered those two words.

Urahara paused in his fanning motion, his smile fading and his expression turning serious.

"Hell, what do you want to do there?"

“You should still remember the ‘Pure Land’ I mentioned, right?” Sasuke countered.

“Of course I remember.” Urahara nodded. “That alternate dimension where only souls can enter, but cannot easily leave.”

"You mean..." He seemed to have guessed something.

"Yes."

Sasuke looked at him, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"I want to transform hell into something like the Pure Land."

"In the current Soul Society, the circulation of souls is too fragile. Once a large-scale disappearance of souls occurs like before, the balance will collapse."

"But what if we could transform hell into a repository for souls..."

"Therefore, even if something changes in the real world or Hueco Mundo, the balance of the three realms can be guaranteed to the greatest extent."

"..."

Urahara stared blankly at the boy before him. "Transforming Hell?"

This idea is even more insane than Aizen's desire to replace the Soul King.

Hell is the most mysterious place in the Three Realms. Even the God of Death cannot easily set foot there, let alone change its rules.

But if it really works, it would indeed be a solution that solves the problem once and for all.