Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

"Perfect, then let me show you the true power of the Quincy."

Upon hearing this, Sasuke raised his right hand, and the long sword in his hand emitted a clear and melodious sound.

"I would be delighted."

...........

Soul Society, Seireitei.

A terrifying, scorching spiritual pressure descended from the sky.

"This spiritual pressure is..."

The team leaders stopped what they were doing and looked up in surprise.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni closed his eyes, feeling the power he had regained within his body, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Well done, Captain Necromancer." The old man opened his eyes, turned his head, and looked at the captains around him who were in high spirits, as well as the Arrancar standing aside with different expressions.

"Everyone, let's deal with these Quincy in front of us, and then figure out a way to support Uchiha Sasuke."

"Hopefully, the peace and tranquility of the past thousand years has not rusted your minds."

He knew very well that with the strength that kid was currently displaying, it was probably unrealistic for him to last too long against Yhwach.

We must end this battle as soon as possible!

"Yes, Captain!"

The captains responded in unison, gripping their Zanpakuto tightly once more, their eyes blazing as they coldly stared at the blond man in front of them.

"It seems you all think you're capable again."

Haschward held a cross-shaped longsword in one hand, his pure white cloak fluttering slightly in the wind. "It's just that you managed to find what was originally yours by chance. Is that enough to give you the confidence to defeat the Invisible Empire?"

Just then, the shadow in front of him suddenly began to writhe violently.

"Hasward, you just love to spout this kind of boring nonsense!"

A boastful voice came from the shadows.

Immediately afterwards, several figures dressed in white uniforms emerged one after another from the darkness.

Standing at the front was a man with an eye-catching red mohawk hairstyle.

He stuck out his tongue and made a provocative face, the scorching spiritual pressure surging at his fingertips, gathering into tiny, leaping flames.

“The Holy Cross Knights are more than just what you’ve seen!” Bazzby grinned.

Seeing these suddenly appearing new enemies, both the Death Captain and the Espada's expressions became increasingly solemn.

"It seems this is going to be a tough battle." Kyoraku Shunsui pressed down the brim of his hat.

"Be careful, everyone." Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni didn't waste any words and took a step forward. "I'll deal with him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man charged fiercely towards Hasward!

"Huh? Are you choosing your opponent?"

Bazzby watched as the Captain charged toward Haschward, curled his lip in boredom, and then scanned the remaining Grim Reapers with his eyes.

Finally, the gaze settled on a short boy with short, silver-white hair.

"Then I'll choose that kid over there who looks pretty good!" Bazzby pointed at Toshiro Hitsugaya and beckoned with his finger provocatively. "Hey, kid, you're the captain of the 10th Division, right? You look like a baby who hasn't been weaned yet!"

Toshiro Hitsugaya's face darkened instantly; he hated it most when people talked about his age and height.

"What an impolite guy."

Toshiro drew his Zanpakuto from his back, his eyes cold.

"Remember my name. I am the captain of the 10th Division, Toshiro Hitsugaya."

"Please address me respectfully as Captain Hitsugaya."

"Yes, Captain Hitsugaya."

Bazzby's expression suddenly turned serious, and he solemnly introduced himself: "I am a Sternritter! Bazzby, codename 'H'!"

He pointed at Toshiro, and the flame at his fingertip instantly flared up.

"Looks like we're quite compatible, aren't we? A clash of ice and fire, hmm?"

Toshiro lowered his head slightly, looking at the flickering flame on the other side.

"Within the Seireitei, it's not an easy thing to fight a decent fire-type ability user."

"I hope you can give me a good experience."

"Swastika!"

"Daiguren Hyōrinmaru!"

With a crisp cracking sound, a huge, ice-blue wing unfolded from Toshiro's back.

Three enormous ice flowers, each with four petals, floated slowly behind him.

"Oh?" A hint of surprise flashed in Bazzby's eyes when he saw Toshiro's posture.

Almost instinctively, he pulled a star badge from his pocket, a strange smile spreading across his face.

"Is it the thrill of fighting an opponent like me that's getting you so excited, kid!"

"He actually used Bankai right in front of me without any hesitation!"

Bazzby raised the star in his hand high and laughed loudly.

"How dare you look down on me! Since you're so eager to give me your power, then I'll accept it without hesitation!"

He thought this seemingly calm young man would be a smart person who knew how to assess the situation.

Unexpectedly, he was also a fool who was blinded by the so-called "team captain's glory".

They dared to be so arrogant even knowing that they possessed the ability to steal Bankai.

Bazzby chanted the stolen Word of Power loudly, his voice high-pitched, as if he could already see the despair on the other's face after losing his power.

A dazzling blue light erupted from the star emblem.

But the wind blew, the clouds stretched out, and nothing happened except for the blinding blue light.

The spell had clearly been successfully cast, but the ice wings on Toshiro's back still radiated cold energy perfectly intact.

"......Um?"

Bazzby's laughter stopped abruptly. He looked blankly at the unresponsive star badge in his hand, then at the unharmed Toshiro opposite him.

what happened?

Is the star emblem broken?

Hitsugaya Toshiro, sword in hand, stared indifferently at Bazzby's comical appearance.

“If I didn’t have absolute certainty, why would I use Bankai in front of you?” he said coldly. “Your methods for obtaining Bankai have already been cracked.”

"It's been cracked?!"

Bazzby's eyes widened, and he instinctively turned his head to look at Hasward, who was fighting the Captain-Commander not far away.

Why wasn't this crucial information revealed sooner?!

But he quickly realized what he was doing and casually tossed the now-scrap metal star badge aside.

“No wonder.” Bazzby curled his lip. “I knew you little brat wouldn’t dare to be so reckless.”

"It seems that you Grim Reapers do have some skills, and are not so incompetent after all."

Hitsugaya Toshiro narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly shook his head.

"Incompetent? I don't know why you came to that conclusion. Is it because we looked so pathetic just now?"

"Isn't that enough?"

Bazzby tilted his head, chuckling smugly, and pointed at the destroyed buildings around him. "Your defenses are utterly crippled, your captain was beaten without a fight. Isn't that incompetence?"

"But we only look disheveled."

Without further ado, Hitsugaya Toshiro swung the Hyōrinmaru in his hand.

The celestial phenomena seemed to be working in his favor at that moment.

Thick, dark clouds were summoned and obscured the sky.

A biting wind began to blow, whistling mournfully.

In an instant, the moisture in the air was frozen and crystallized, turning into swirling snowflakes that fluttered down.

The ice flowers behind Toshiro bloom with a cold light in the wind and snow.

“You have planned for a thousand years and made thorough preparations.” He looked at Bazzby, “while we know nothing about you and are caught completely off guard.”

"So, isn't it normal to be a little disheveled?"

"Birds forming icicles!"

Named "Flock of Birds," it doesn't actually shoot out small birds as the blade slashes.

Instead, they were huge, heavy ice balls made of high-density ice crystals.

It rained down on Bazby with the force of a sudden downpour.

Faced with this barrage of attacks, Bazzby showed no sign of backing down. He swung his arm violently, and a surge of scorching flames instantly enveloped his entire body.

"Finger of Flames, Part One!"

He stretched out a finger and casually flicked it to meet the incoming ice balls.

The ice puck melted instantly the moment it came into contact with the flames.

Before it even had a chance to turn into water droplets and fall to the ground, it was directly evaporated into milky white water vapor by the terrifying high temperature and dissipated into the air.

Is it cold?

Bazzby whistled, his tone becoming even more flippant, "Sorry, kid, this level of temperature has absolutely no effect on my flames!"

Toshiro Hitsugaya ignored him and continued to swing his sword, guiding more ice and snow toward Bazzby.

The clash between ice and fire turned the dark, quiet space into chaos and turmoil.