Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

Is there anything more exciting for a scientist than breaking taboos legitimately?

He didn't even bother to ask the captain for instructions. He immediately turned around, walked back to the main control panel, and looked at the monitors hanging from the ceiling.

On the screen, the battle scenes in various parts of Seireitei were incredibly fierce.

Some of the surveillance cameras had already been destroyed in the Quincy attack, leaving only scattered specks on the screen like snowflakes.

Some remained steadfast amidst the aftermath of the battle, monitoring the situation in real time.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and spiritual pressure surged.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi looked at his colleagues who were struggling to hold on, without a trace of sympathy in his eyes.

"Hang in there, captains! We can't afford to run out of useful material."

...........

Inside Seireitei, the situation remained unchanged.

The first to finish the battle was Kenpachi Zaraki.

He raised his knife high, as if holding up a flag.

A member of the Sternritter, already lifeless, was impaled on the blade.

Blood flowed down the blade and dripped onto Kenpachi's feet.

It's less accurate to call it a "skewer" and more accurate to say that Kenpachi used an extremely domineering posture to forcefully lift it into the air.

"Tch, how boring!" he grumbled, his eyes full of disappointment. "These people are no match for that brat Sasuke when it comes to fighting."

"I thought the one who dared to invade Seireitei so openly would be some interesting guy."

Kenpachi Zaraki tilted his head unhappily, looking at Halibel and Ulquiorra standing on the street not far away with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"I thought you oddly-looking guys were new enemies. What a disappointment."

Kenpachi shouldered his Zanpakuto and said without any politeness, "Since you're the helper that Yoruichi found, don't stay here and follow me."

"Go help those good-for-nothings who're about to be beaten to death somewhere else, and don't get in my way!"

Halibel and Ulquiorra looked at him expressionlessly, unperturbed by his rude words.

Kenpachi ignored the Arrancar's reactions, his eyes gleaming as he set his sights on another enemy in the distance.

"This seemingly impressive guy is mine!"

His spiritual pressure surged and flowed unrestrainedly. He unleashed a chaotic series of Instant Steps, and the resulting shock propelled him into the air, leaving afterimages as he rushed toward the man with long black hair and a mustache.

"You're their leader, aren't you?"

"Come on! Let me have a little fun!"

In mid-air, Kenpachi gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands and slashed down fiercely.

There were no sword techniques, just a simple accumulation of spiritual pressure.

One force can overcome ten techniques!

As the Zanpakuto slashed down, spiritual pressure surged, and dust billowed, obscuring the entire area.

Yamamoto Genryusai moved to the side in an instant, staring at the area whose view was now obscured with an inscrutable expression.

He knew very well that even Yhwach from a thousand years ago could not be injured by this move.

Not to mention, this is a thousand years later, and the Quincy group has undergone tremendous changes, not to mention the Quincy leader.

If he had known that the Quincy would return in such a terrible form, if he had known that so many soldiers would die tragically today, he probably wouldn't have refused when the captains persuaded him to accept Orihime Inoue's Twin Heavens Return Shield to heal his left arm.

But now, it's too late for regrets.

High in the sky at the same time.

Uchiha Sasuke stood in mid-air, his left hand hanging casually at his side, his face calm as he stared at the shield.

Although the "Shield of Scapegoat" was covered with cracks, it showed no signs of completely collapsing.

"This spiritual pressure... it's Yamamoto Genryusai who's involved." Haschward looked down at the battlefield not far away, where an old man wearing the haori of the First Division Captain stood outside the smoke and dust.

"Facing me, you still have the mind to pay attention to other areas?" Sasuke raised his other hand, his tone mocking. "The cracks in your shield are almost impossible to cover up."

"This shows that your so-called 'world harmony' also has its limits. My eyes have already clearly foreseen your defeat."

"Defeat?"

Haschwalth raised his head, his expression unmoved by Sasuke's mockery.

“Uchiha Sasuke, you seem to have noticed something, but unfortunately, the ‘flaw’ you see is nothing but your self-deceiving fantasy.”

"The cracks in this shield are not the limit of my power, but proof that your 'misfortune' is accumulating."

"The more you try to break this balance, the deeper the despair will be felt back at you."

He looked at Sasuke with pity in his eyes.

"Your current attacks are only exacerbating your own harm."

Haschward was clean and unharmed, his clothes were neat and tidy, and the fight had no effect on him whatsoever.

"Why do you think what I just said was arrogant?" Sasuke suddenly sneered, lowered his head slightly, and glanced down.

"Why don't you take a look at your so-called 'master' first, and see if he's really as invincible as you think?"

The smoke and dust began to dissipate gradually under the breeze, as expected.

Haschward followed Sasuke's gaze and smiled slightly: "See, Uchiha Sasuke, this is your final fate, and also the inevitable end for you Shinigami, and for the entire Seireitei."

What appeared before my eyes was an overwhelming scene.

The outcome was decided in just one move.

Kenpachi Zaraki's chin was grabbed by the man, and he was lifted off the ground in a frivolous and contemptuous manner. The knife in his hand failed to cause any harm to the man.

"One of the special combatants, Kenpachi Zaraki."

Yhwach held Kenpachi's head in his hand. His voice wasn't loud, but it was accompanied by eerie vibrations of spiritual energy, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"It's truly regrettable."

"I thought you could provide some entertainment, but the surprise you gave me was not even a fraction as good as Uchiha Sasuke's. You are so fragile that you are simply vulnerable."

Yhwach glanced at the sky out of the corner of his eye.

"It seems I can only hope that Haschward can execute that Uchiha cleanly for me."

"I overestimated you Grim Reapers."

"Sleep well, Soul Society. Goodnight too."

Yhwach was about to exert force with his fingers to crush Kenpachi Zaraki's head, but flames surged forth, and a long dragon swept across the ground.

The scorching flames forced Yhwach to take a half step back, and Kenpachi's body crashed to the ground.

At the edge of the flames, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni arrived in an instant, removing his large captain's haori to reveal his muscular upper body.

“It’s been a thousand years, Yhwach.” Captain-Commander Yamamoto’s usually half-closed eyes were now wide open. “Last time, it was my moment of mercy that gave you a chance to survive.”

Captain-Commander Yamamoto gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and the air around him began to distort slightly due to the extreme heat.

"This time, I will settle things once and for all!"

The man with long black hair, the ruler of the Wandenreich, named Yhwach, did not speak. He simply threw Kenpachi Zaraki down, turned his head, and stared at his old rival.

In the sky.

Sasuke stared intently at Yhwach.

For some reason, this person gave me a sense of familiarity.

It wasn't because they sensed a similar power system, nor because of the intricate connection between the other party and the Spirit King.

It's more of a visual familiarity.

He had definitely seen that face somewhere before, that expression.

He remembered; that was the first time he met Kurosaki Ichigo, that idiot who had just learned the power of the Shinigami.

At that time, in order to investigate the source of the abnormally large spiritual pressure within that idiot's body, he activated his Sharingan and forcibly peered into the depths of Ichigo's soul.

As a result, he encountered an extremely powerful backlash.

In the instant of the backlash, he caught a glimpse of a blurry afterimage.

A man wearing a black trench coat, semi-transparent sunglasses, and with a cold expression.

It looks exactly like the Yhwach in front of me.

Chapter 277 Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni

Why is the soul projection of the Quincy founder hidden inside Ichigo Kurosaki's body?

Sasuke quickly calculated in his mind, but still couldn't come to a conclusion.

At that moment, Hasward also stopped what he was doing.

"You seem to be distracted, Uchiha Sasuke."

He lowered the "Shield of Scapegoat" slightly, his gaze following Sasuke's line of sight.

"Never mind, we can put aside the entertainment after the battle for now."

"Just watch closely, Uchiha Sasuke."

He said softly, his tone arrogant, "Look at how the Grim Reaper, whom you venerate as the 'strongest in a thousand years,' was crushed like an ant before His Majesty's might."

"Feel that despair, and then recognize your own powerlessness within that despair."

In the battlefield below.

The air twisted and flames flickered, scorching the entire area, making it resemble a magnificent fiery mountain range.

Yamamoto Genryusai held the "Ryujin Jakka," which had already been released, in one hand, with towering flames swirling around him.

"Yohabach".

"A thousand years have passed, and your arrogant attitude hasn't changed at all."