Chapter 424

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A hundred years ago… her identity…

A few seconds later, she suddenly seemed to realize something, her face flashing with shock.

“Could it be… you got it from Bambietta…?”

“Bingo~”

Yamada Seinosuke snapped his fingers with a grin.

“Bambietta Basterbine—after that Kaelith fellow captured her, she suffered all kinds of inhuman torment~”

“Only after being forced to give birth to over a dozen children did she finally submit, handing over all the Wandenreich’s intelligence to us~~”

He burst into loud laughter as he spoke.

The next second, the girl with the cockroach hairstyle charged forward with a dark, furious expression!

Success.

A trace of mockery flashed in Kiyonosuke’s eyes.

From the instant he saw this “girl,” he knew that using women as the focal point of hatred would easily ignite her anger.

As a professional doctor, he could tell from the shape of the pelvis that the opponent was biologically male.

A man dressing as a woman, speaking in a girl’s voice, and mimicking girlish mannerisms… in a world without any privileges, such behavior could only mean one thing without doubt: gender identity disorder.

For someone like that, showing contempt and humiliation toward women was far more effective—hundreds of times more so—than if it were directed at a real woman.

He narrowed his eyes, studying carefully the “girl’s” attack style.

Blinded by rage, her movements were entirely instinctive, with no attempt to conceal them.

In a glance, Seinosuke saw that this one intended self-injury.

From earlier, when this person had tried to draw Shinigami’s attention, Seinosuke had suspected the ability might involve rebound damage.

Now it seemed that by harming herself, the same effect could be triggered.

So then—what exactly was this ability?

Inflicting harm on herself in order to deal the same harm to the enemy?

Or perhaps…

Seinosuke’s eyes narrowed further, his grin widening.

“The movements are too obvious. Aiming your blade at the carotid artery—clearly trying to spray your blood out.”

“In other words… the trick is to avoid that blood!”

The moment he made the judgment, his figure flickered aside.

Almost simultaneously, the cockroach‑haired pseudo‑girl slashed her own carotid artery. A jet of blood sprayed out, right through the spot Seinosuke had just been, splattering onto the ground.

“Damn it—don’t dodge!”

The cockroach‑haired pseudo‑girl shouted angrily.

Seinosuke let out a hearty laugh.

“Sorry, but I’ve no interest in listening to a man.”

At those words, her face darkened further.

Instinctively, her hand moved toward the Quincy medallion at her waist.

But then she realized—the opponent wasn’t wearing a white haori. Not a captain. In theory, that meant no Bankai.

So be it. At this point, though unwilling to use that ability, she had no choice but to force it.

After all, her determination to kill this man was already burning hot.

Under Seinosuke’s astonished gaze, the cockroach‑headed figure suddenly spread both arms wide.

With the motion, a massive pillar of violet light in the shape of a cross shot skyward!

The blast was like the self‑destruction of an Apostle, visible across half of Seireitei.

Seeing the enormous cross, Quincy scattered throughout Seireitei revealed startled expressions.

“Did Giselle… already use that move this quickly?”

Within the column of light, the pseudo‑girl’s figure reappeared.

Her condition now looked even worse than before.

Just moments ago, she had unleashed the Quincy’s ultimate form—Vollständig.

Even for the Sternritter, activating Vollständig was an arduous feat.

To reduce the burden, most knights absorbed ambient Reishi while activating it.

Yet just now, when she absorbed the surrounding Reishi, Giselle had discovered something—among those particles, there was Hollow spiritual pressure!

Was this Seireitei?

This was Hueco Mundo!!

“Guh…”

Blood trickled from Giselle’s mouth, though it didn’t seem to affect her much.

Her Schrift was Z—for Zombie.

From the moment she had received her Schrift, her body had been remade into that of an immortal zombie.

Forget Hollow poison— even slashing her own carotid artery just now amounted to nothing more than a scratch.

With a body near immortal and boasting various regenerative abilities, she was easily among the strongest support fighters in the Sternritter.

Against a normal opponent, she could wear them down and win through sheer endurance.

But… Yamada Seinosuke was different.

The moment Giselle’s movements halted from the Hollow poison, Yamada Seinosuke snapped several spirit threads forward, piercing into various parts of Giselle’s body.

Each position he chose corresponded exactly to human acupoints.

Though a corpse, Giselle’s body still retained the basic functions of a human.

As the reiryoku threads sank into the acupoints, paralysis spread through her whole body.

“Such a cheap trick…”

She frowned, forming a reishi blade in her hand to cut through Yamada Seinosuke’s threads.

But just as she moved, Seinosuke’s other hand gave a sharp tug.

Creak!!

Giselle’s limbs suddenly wrenched backward, and with her legs no longer supporting her, she smacked face-first into the ground.

To her shock, she realized that her arms and legs had already been bound in spirit threads without her noticing.

Looking at Yamada Seinosuke’s mocking grin, Giselle’s expression twisted with anger.

“You string-playing bastard, you’ve really made me angry now!”

Swish!!

Two enormous wings burst from Giselle’s back.

They were formed of glowing bones, resembling bat wings stripped of their membranes, beating faintly with an eerie spiritual glow.

As the wings spread, several purple skulls—drawn in a strange, almost two-dimensional style—suddenly floated into existence from the air.

“Ha… so activating Vollständig without borrowing surrounding reishi, relying solely on my own power, is this exhausting…”

She licked her lips.

“No helping it. This has to end quickly!”

“Go! Dance of the Dead Boys’ Club!!”

At his command, four purple skulls charged at Yamada Seinosuke.

Seinosuke leapt into the air, dodging the first skull’s strike.

Then, spreading his left hand, he drew out a row of spirit threads to form a shield, blocking the second attack.

At the same time, golden light flashed in his right hand—

“Hadō Number 63: Raikōhō!”

Boom!!!

Golden brilliance split the sky, blasting one of the purple skulls into fragments!

Shaking his head after downing one, Seinosuke muttered:

“That technique name of yours is seriously disgusting.”

The effeminate figure with the cockroach hairstyle flushed red.

“It is not disgusting!!”

“Kill him! Dance of the Dead Boys Club!!”

“No, no, however you say it, it’s disgusting.”

Seinosuke laughed heartily.

As he spoke, his reishi threads lashed out again, blocking the next two skulls.

Though his combat talent couldn’t compare to his medical skills, as one of the Shino Academy’s Four, he had been taught plenty by Kaelith over the years. He had a solid foundation in battle.

He might not be able to best a militant Quincy, but against a summoner like Giselle, he still had a chance.

Deflecting the two attacking skulls, Seinosuke raised his left hand to launch another strike with his threads—

Then his pupils contracted sharply.

He spun around, looking behind him.

The skull he had destroyed at the start had silently revived, creeping up close without a sound.

Its bony claw was already less than half a meter from his back!

Damn!

Seinosuke’s face drained of color.

Just then, a figure suddenly flickered into place beside him.

A refined young man, his eyes filled with fierce determination, brought his Zanpakutō down in a sharp strike!

Crash!!

The skull attacking Yamada Seinosuke split open from the blow and collapsed.

Seeing who it was, Seinosuke couldn’t help but grin.

“Byakuya Kuchiki, the young master?”

“You’re not hurt, are you, Seinosuke?”

“Cough—don’t worry. Even if you hadn’t come, I still had another card to play.”

Seinosuke forced a cough, keeping up a stubborn front.

But Kuchiki Sōjun smiled in relief.

“I see. Then I’m reassured.”

“….”

Seinosuke looked a little conflicted.

But before he could think further, Sōjun called out loudly:

“The enemy isn’t defeated yet, Seinosuke!”

“Fight at my side!”

Hearing that, Yamada Seinosuke’s lips curved upward.

He drew his Zanpakutō.

“Right.”

“It’s time to let these Quincy see… the swordsmanship I learned from my captain!”

Together, the two of them charged at the now-nervous Giselle!

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High above the streets of Seireitei, Byakuya’s form flickered swiftly forward.

Because his father had gone to the Fourth Division today to visit relatives, Byakuya had been at the Kuchiki estate handling clan affairs when the Quincy invasion began, not with his division.

The moment he heard the alarm, he rushed toward his division’s barracks without hesitation.

Suddenly, he stopped.

Up ahead, a figure slowly stepped out from around a corner.

“Heh heh… as expected of a captain—you actually sensed my presence.”

The one who emerged was a strange man with long black hair, a mask covering his face, and no eyebrows.

His eyes were unnaturally large and lacked highlights, making him look like some sort of bioengineered construct.

Watching the young and handsome Byakuya in his haori, the man let out a strange, low laugh, just about to speak.

But before he could open his mouth, a flurry of pink petals suddenly shot toward him!

“Mm…”

The long‑haired man frowned with displeasure.

Byakuya, gripping the hilt of Senbonzakura, spoke calmly:

“Let’s skip the pleasantries. I don’t have time to waste on you.”

“Heh… Bold words.”

The long‑haired Quincy flickered away, stepping onto a nearby rooftop with Hirenkyaku.

“Well then, since you’re so eager to die, I’ll oblige you.”

“Listen well, Shinigami. My name is Äs Nödt.”

“Sacred Script: F!”

With his self‑introduction finished, he spread his arms wide.

A dozen or more cones of blue spirit energy formed in the air around him.

Byakuya recalled Senbonzakura’s petals, reforming them into his Zanpakutō, his gaze steady on the floating cones.

Against long‑range attacks, he had more than enough experience.

The reason was simple—anyone would see their dynamic perception improve dramatically if they sparred with Gin Ichimaru every so often.

Out of noble etiquette, he spoke lightly:

“Kuchiki Byakuya, Captain of the Ninth Division.”

“Ninth Division Captain, is it? I’ll remember that.”

Äs Nödt nodded.

As the first mark of his arrival in Soul Society, this opponent was satisfactory.

He swung his arm, and the dozen cones around him shot straight at Byakuya!

Byakuya’s form flickered.

His body cut a twisting, zigzagging path through the air, evading every cone with ease while instantly closing the distance to Äs Nödt, blade slashing down!

“?!”

Äs Nödt’s eyes widened slightly.

This man’s speed—far too fast!

That Shunpo was nearly on par with Robert’s so‑called “God Step”!

By instinct, he prepared to retreat and open distance.

But in Byakuya’s eyes, such a response was no better than a child’s.

In their sparring matches, Gin Ichimaru’s counters at close range were far more refined than this.

Even as he swung his sword, Byakuya had already calculated the likelihood of his opponent retreating.

At the very instant Äs Nödt pulled back, Byakuya’s Shunpo closed the gap again.

Slash!!!

Under Äs Nödt’s shocked and furious gaze, Byakuya’s Zanpakutō cut directly across him.

The white Quincy uniform split open with a long gash.

The flesh beneath, however, suffered only minor damage.

At the last moment, Äs Nödt had triggered Blut Vene, blocking the strike and escaping with only a shallow wound.

As Byakuya raised his blade for another strike, a glint of coldness flashed in Äs Nödt’s eyes.

A mere Shinigami—don’t get arrogant!

He lifted one arm to block Byakuya’s slash.

At the same time, a blue spirit cone formed right between them and fired point‑blank!

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