Bleach: My Zanpakutō Is the Entire Underworld

Death is a mirror, reflecting all of life's futile postures in its face.

Yet even futile struggle is a wordless resistance by life against the world—a mournful sob of defiance.

And each sob becomes an abyss of pain within the heart, clutching your ankles and dragging you toward the deepest layers of despair.

"Move! Move! Ahh! Roar!"

The black sun crept ever closer to Yingkou Hui, its searing heat scorching even his hair, curling it slightly from the heat. His lips were cracked, his throat parched—he was going to die!

But he didn't want to die! He still had so much left undone! He had dreams! He wanted to offer everything to that person!

He—he was the protagonist of his story!

He had to live.

Then—kill him!

The fear of death birthed hatred in his heart, and hatred… gave birth to a monster.

With a scream that was both human and inhuman—

A torrent of white, viscous fluid gushed from Yingkou Hui's mouth, coiling around most of his body. As a cry like sobbing echoed around him, a spiritual pressure filled with death, omen, and dread consumed the area!

Feeling the familiar pressure, Asano Kiyoshi felt color once again drain from the world. All that remained was withered gray—and the image of Daiwa Fanzai, fallen before him.

The warmth of that blood still lingered at the corner of his lips, a bitter taste left by fate itself.

So it's happened after all… the worst-case scenario I predicted…

A Shinigami undergoing Hollowfication!

Damn it! Just my luck. First time out, and I run into this?! Killing him would be bad. Not killing him would be worse.

Whatever… I'm not even sure I can beat him!

Suppressing the unease in his heart, Asano's spiritual pressure stirred lightly as the scroll before him lit up with data:

Name: Yingkou Hui

Special Status: Hollowfied

Zanjutsu (Swordsmanship): 31 (Though his mind is clouded, years of training give him residual muscle memory)

Hakuda (Hand-to-Hand): 57 (Hollowfication grants Hierro, or Steel Skin, pushing his already-strong body beyond its limits)

Kido (Demon Arts): 40 (Most Kido lost, but he can still use Cero and Bala)

Shunpo (Movement): 49 (Gained Sonído, a Hollow's version of Shunpo—faster, but more physically taxing)

Spiritual Pressure: Fifth Tier (Despite being at Fifth Tier, his Hakuda already exceeds that limit due to Hollowfication)

Overall Evaluation:A soul consumed by hate and fear, crushed beneath hope and defiance. A pitiful soul. A deadly foe. Right now, he's nothing more than a mindless beast—and against a beast, you know what happens: one misstep means death!(For comparison: average Twelfth Seat battle power is 170–180)

Staring at those post-Hollowfication stats, Asano Kiyoshi's face twisted slightly with bitterness.

Yingkou Hui's increase wasn't as dramatic as characters like Ichigo in the anime—but that's due to different starting points. For someone originally around a Thirteenth Seat's level to leap to the very peak of Twelfth Seat strength? That's terrifying.

For reference, Asano's total stat count right now is only 144. On paper, he's completely outclassed.

Luckily… Yingkou Hui now has zero battle IQ. So there's still a chance to win.

His thoughts raced, but all of this reflection occurred in an instant. Just as the analysis concluded, the Hollowfied Yingkou Hui had already begun cracking the Six Rods of Light Prison (Rikujokoro)—it wouldn't last much longer.

Asano shook his head slightly. No way he'd be dumb enough to fight this thing in close quarters. He had to keep his distance. Wear him down.

Raising his arm, Asano chanted while there was still time left:

"Self-destruct, black hound of Rondanini. Burn with every glance! Tear your own throat apart!"

"Bakudō #9 — Geki Wheel (Collapse Ring)!"

With the incantation complete, a thick yellow chain, as wide as an adult's thigh, formed in the air. With a wave, it shot forward like a massive serpent, binding Yingkou Hui just as the light prison finally shattered.

The chain wrapped tightly around Yingkou—but even with 140% amplified Kido, it couldn't hold for long. His body swelled with muscle, white Hollow matter surging out, and the yellow chain was shredded in an instant.

Even worse—Yingkou Hui bit into the chain and, with a violent flick of his head, flung it straight at Asano!

It came fast. Even with a quick Shunpo, the chain caught Asano around the ankle.

Yingkou let out a feral, triumphant growl and yanked—dragging Asano straight toward him!

The force was immense; Asano couldn't break free right away.

But he didn't panic. With help from the scroll, he cast two Kido simultaneously:

"Bakudō #8 — Repulse!""Hadō #11 — Thunder Bolt!"

A black thunder dragon surged from Asano's hand, crackling through the chain toward both of them!

Even with prior defensive Kido, Asano's body spasmed uncontrollably from the shock. His muscles trembled—he nearly blacked out.

Meanwhile, Yingkou Hui, thanks to his Hierro, took the full brunt of the attack. His body turned charred-black, some of his skin and Shihakusho fusing together—but he endured.

Despite the shock, the chain's momentum dragged Asano closer still.

Yingkou stared him down with that inhuman, masked face—and grinned.

From the front of his mask, a sphere of condensed blue spirit energy began to gather.

Asano's eyes widened.

Cero!

Damn it. I'm not the protagonist—if I take this head-on, there won't even be ashes left!

He was just about to risk everything to escape—

When something about the charging Cero made him feel… a glimmer of hope. A tiny opening.

A chance to win.

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