Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

But this is only the prologue, the whistle, the beginning of everything.

On the other side, Soi Fon narrowed her eyes, staring at the several Quincy of various appearances in front of her.

"Is this all you've got? Aren't you being a little too disrespectful to us?"

"It's still frustrating." Rojuro Touhashi also drew his Zanpakuto. "Our strength isn't bad among the Gotei 13, is it?"

Is this all the people who came?

Soi Fon's gaze searched among the Quincy, finally locking onto a female Quincy holding a short stick.

"Leave that woman to me."

Soi Fon said coldly, and as she spoke, her Zanpakuto had already "Shikai".

"Sting all enemies, swan bee!"

The short, venomous blade was silently hooked onto the middle finger of her right hand, exuding a deadly aura.

"She seems like the type that's easy for me to handle."

"You're choosing your own opponent?" Fengqiao Loujuro nodded somewhat wearily. "Then I'll pick someone easy to deal with, so as not to waste time."

His gaze swept over the Quincy, finally settling on a petite little girl with short pink hair, wearing a cute dress, who looked like a delicate porcelain doll.

"Let's go with her." Lou Shilang pointed the tip of his knife at the girl. "She looks the most harmless and the least threatening."

The other captains and Arrancars have also chosen their opponents.

Swords flashed, spiritual pressure clashed.

These Quincy were powerful, yet they were still suppressed by the captains.

As Hitsugaya Toshiro pondered, his slash caused a shockwave, the ice layer collapsed, burying his brightly colored mohawk.

"How weak."

"Only when the intelligence is unclear and one relies on such bizarre methods to obtain Bankai can one display some of their ferocious abilities."

"And after losing that trump card, is this all the strength you have left?"

He felt inexplicably irritated. If the true level of these invaders was only this, then the casualties suffered by Seireitei before were simply a laughable tragedy.

Toshiro did not immediately release his Bankai. Instead, he turned his head slightly and looked towards several other areas where spiritual pressure was surging.

This is war, not a duel.

Duels are about fairness and uphold the spirit of chivalry in a one-on-one duel.

But the only rule of war is "you die or I live".

Now that the trouble here has been resolved, he must rush to support the other captains who may be in dire straits, even if it means using the most despicable means to launch a sneak attack from behind, as long as he can win this war.

With a flick of his wrist, Hyōrinmaru's blade pointed towards another battlefield.

But beneath the ice, the flames suddenly burst into flame again.

The ice gradually melted, and a tuft of mohawk hair that remained upright even when wet swayed: "As expected of Bankai, ice of this level cannot be dealt with by simply using one's ability."

Hitsugaya Toshiro looked over sharply.

They weren't frozen to death by that level of low temperature, and there wasn't even a trace of frostbite.

"how?"

Looking at Toshiro's solemn expression, Bazzby stepped out from the ruins of the icy water. "Are you surprised to see me crawl out of there?"

"Such a small person can actually exert such great power."

"Looks like I need to get a little more serious."

"Seriously?" Toshiro's voice deepened, and the chill on Hyōrinmaru began to gather again.

"Yes, seriously."

Bazzby raised one index finger, and a wisp of blue spiritual flame flickered quietly at the tip of his finger.

"Let me ask you a question, kid captain."

He looked at Toshiro with a mocking tone, "You think the ability to seal away your Shinigami's Bankai is powerful?"

Toshiro didn't answer, he just stared coldly at Bazzby.

Powerful? Of course it is powerful.

For the Gotei 13, which heavily rely on the release of their Zanpakuto, this is undoubtedly an absolute trump card capable of overturning the entire battle.

Before learning this information, they couldn't even imagine that such a tyrannical ability existed in the world, capable of forcibly stripping a part of the Grim Reaper's soul.

"It seems you already have the answer in your heart."

Bazzby seemed pleased with Toshiro's silence, and he paced forward as he spoke.

"But in this world, nothing is obtained for free. Even the power bestowed by His Majesty must follow the law of equivalent exchange."

"If we are to seal your Bankai that you are so proud of, we must give up a portion of our own power as a price."

He paused for a moment, thinking briefly.

"Let me think... how can I describe it in a way that will give your little brain a more intuitive understanding?"

"Snapped."

Bazzby snapped his fingers, and the tiny flame at his fingertips instantly grew an inch larger.

"Simply put, the ability we are about to give up is exactly equivalent to your Shinigami's 'Bankai'."

He looked at Toshiro, and his smile became exceptionally bright.

"We will seal away a portion of our power in exchange for sealing away your strongest power."

"This deal sounds reasonable, doesn't it?"

Toshiro was slightly taken aback.

He didn't care about the workings of the star emblem at the moment, because after taking the "hollowing potion" provided by Mayuri Kurotsuchi, that ability had become ineffective against them.

What truly alarmed him was another message revealed in Bazzby's words.

Quincy, possessing abilities comparable to "Bankai"?!

How can this be?

Even the Arrancar's much-vaunted "Resurrección" is essentially just the release of their original power, at most comparable to a Shinigami's "Shikai" in terms of scale.

To reach the level of "Bankai," where quantitative change leads to qualitative change...

“I see, that’s an interesting point of view.” Mayuri Kurotsuchi’s cold voice suddenly came. “I have done some very detailed research on the history of you Quincy.”

"As far as I know, more than two hundred years ago, the Quincy clan did indeed develop a combat technique known as the 'Final Form'."

Bazzby squinted, but did not interrupt him.

“That document records…” Mayuri Kurotsuchi continued, “that ‘final form’ can indeed grant the user an astonishing power boost in a short period of time, even comparable to a Shinigami’s Bankai.”

"But the price of that power is extremely high."

"The user will completely exhaust the Quincy power within their body, and after that, they will forever lose their qualification as a Quincy."

"If your so-called trump card is that..." he sneered, "then the price is far too heavy."

"Hahaha..." Bazzby burst into laughter after hearing this. "Are you passing information to your comrades, Captain Monster?"

"Since you're so eager to know, I'd be happy to give you losers a good lesson."

Bazzby took a deep breath and suddenly raised his arms to the sides.

"That way you won't die without ever knowing what kind of move you lost to!"

As he spoke arrogantly, the surrounding spiritual particles began to converge into his body in an extremely violent manner.

The faint flame on his index finger instantly burst into flames.

Immediately afterwards, a five-pointed star halo made of spirit particles and emitting a dazzling light appeared above his head.

Behind him, two light blue, rod-like objects extended out.

That's exactly right!

Bathed in the blinding beam of light, Bazzby declared in a booming voice, "This is the true form of the Sternritter!"

As if in response to his declaration, similar pillars of light rose one after another in other directions on the battlefield.

Although they come in various forms, some with wings like those of holy angels and others with bizarrely twisted limbs, the powerful spiritual pressure that accompanies the pillar of light is exactly the same.

"Look closely, it's the weirdo captain."

Bazzby looked down at Mayuri Kurotsuchi, his eyes filled with arrogance.

"This is called the 'Perfect Holy Body'!"

"It's completely different from that 'final form' of that ancient relic from over two hundred years ago that you mentioned!"

"We can use it anytime we want, and it won't put any burden on our bodies!"

"We can use it for as long as we want!"

Toshiro's expression darkened. A Bankai-level boost that could be activated at any time without any cost?

If this kind of unreasonable ability is truly a standard feature possessed by all members of the Sternritter...

"Under this power, you Grim Reapers will only face utter annihilation."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bazzby vanished in an instant.

"So fast!" Toshiro was startled.

"Finger of Flames, Part One!"

In his perfected form, Bazzby not only experienced a leap in speed, but his strength and reflexes also reached a completely new level.

He appeared to Toshiro's side as if by teleportation, burning his index finger and stabbing it directly into Toshiro's ribs.

Toshiro didn't have time to swing his sword, so he could only instinctively conjure an ice shield beside him.

The flames exploded upon contact with the ice shield, sending Toshiro flying.

Ice shards and dust filled the air, and waves of heat rolled in.