Bleach: The Strongest Shinigami

Silence consumed the blood and death. When the single eye opened, its indifferent gaze swept across the execution grounds, and everything froze in that moment.

Fine black shadows spread across its profound form, countless branch-like tendrils falling around Akira, encircling him like stars around the moon. This eerie, unprecedented sight made him hesitate.

The Reishi in the air materialized and solidified, gathering before the altar to form a slender figure.

Seeing this, Sōya's calm expression shattered. His eyes widened slightly as he unconsciously raised his right hand, trembling as he reached toward that figure.

But when the figure's form and face became clear, his expression froze.

It wasn't his sister!

The face was strange yet somehow familiar, as if he'd seen it somewhere before.

Like spilled ink, the shadows continued to spread. One blurred figure after another materialized from the condensing Reishi, sprouting like bamboo shoots after rain.

Cold sweat dripped down Akira's forehead as understanding dawned on him.

The ritual had drawn too many responses from the One-Eyed God due to excess Reiatsu. The lingering Reishi of the dead in the execution grounds had all been "resurrected"!

Sōya had mentioned that almost his entire family had died in this execution ground.

As the figures became clearer, their presence grew heavier. Chaotic voices filled the air, transforming the gloomy execution ground into something resembling a marketplace.

"What exactly happened?"

"Wasn't I dead?"

"That guy in the white haori looks so full of himself."

"Why is my body kind of blurry..."

As countless confused questions echoed, the black shadows surging through the execution ground began to boil, threatening to engulf everything.

"Akira, what exactly is happening?" Sōya furrowed his brows, sensing the situation slipping beyond his control.

These ethereal beings were all his former "family members". Over three hundred figures crowded the vast, deep pit.

What was this? An Azishiro family reunion?!

Sōya held no attachment to his former family members. The corrupt clan, obsessed with money and having abandoned their ancestors' honor, had brought about their own extinction.

The Azishiro clan's extinction was inextricably linked to these people. Their very existence had forced him to endure decades of unbearable pain.

"Captain Azishiro, why don't you have a chat with your father?" Akira suggested carefully, "If I heard correctly, that middle-aged balding man on your left should be your father."

Sōya's expression darkened, his blood pressure rising. Though he was already aware of this kid's unreliability, dealing with him still managed to breach his psychological defenses.

That Aizen fellow was quite the young genius — managing to coexist peacefully with this kid for so long without killing him was truly admirable.

"Hmm, don't like your father?" Akira pointed, "Then perhaps you prefer your mother — three meters to the back left, no need to thank me!"

Aizen quietly warned from the side, "You should talk less, or we'll be collecting your corpse tonight."

Noticing Sōya's murderous glare, Akira gave an awkward laugh and wisely chose to back down.

When facing a Captain-level fighter, it's better to be careful — who knows if he might be a killer like Sister Hana?

Sōya's gaze swept across the familiar faces, searching for the person he cared about most.

Back then, just as the execution Hollow was about to devour him, he awakened his Zanpakutō, its spirit named Urozakuro.

{T/N: There is no official name for his Zanpakutō, only the name of its Bankai release, 'Urozakuro'.}

Then came the moment of nobility's reckoning. Sōya unleashed extreme suffering upon the viewing platform, slaughtering those high-and-mighty nobles in the most cruel ways imaginable.

The stench of blood and viscera permeated the execution ground, leaving not a single intact corpse.

These nobles suffered far more brutally than the Azishiro family members who died in the Hollow's mouth — their agony multiplied tenfold, even a hundredfold.

Yet revenge brought Sōya no spiritual salvation. Instead, his heart felt emptier than ever, having lost everything he cherished. He could only wander aimlessly on an endless path.

In the days that followed, he reached a temporary understanding, deciding to honor his sister's dying words as his life's goal — to become a Shinigami of great power. Decades later, he became the 8th Kenpachi.

He adhered strictly to the Shinigami's code of conduct, fulfilling his sister's final wishes perfectly.

"Northwest direction, in the cell on the wall." Aizen suddenly spoke up as Sōya searched.

The moment these words were uttered, the Kenpachi before them shattered into countless points of white light, vanishing from sight.

"Such keen observation, Sōsuke?" Akira asked in surprise, "I didn't expect you could spot his sister's traces from so far away."

"No." Aizen shook his head, correcting him, "I didn't spot her traces — I deduced where she should be. There's only one cell in the entire execution ground. From his earlier story, when the Azishiro family members were being executed, he was confined in that cell, watching his relatives die one by one. If his sister truly cared for him as much as the story suggests, she would definitely appear in that cell."

Hearing this, Akira drew in a sharp breath.

This Sōsuke kid had a razor-sharp mind. Calm under pressure, clear-thinking, quick-witted — such a person could achieve greatness in any endeavor. Compared to those good-for-nothings in Soul Society, Aizen was superior in every way.

With such a friend, how could great achievements be far off?

As he was pondering what grand schemes to pursue, discordant voices arose from among the "resurrected" crowd.

"How dare that Azishiro brat treat me like this!"

"The punishment was far too lenient."

"We should have tortured that brat to death when we had the chance."

"What's happening now? Why are we mixed with these commoners?"

"Where are the Shinigami? Where are those fools?!"

Bitter curses and angry shouts filled the execution ground.

As the "resurrected" nobles vented their lingering hatred and fear from their past lives, a figure pushed through the ethereal forms, emerging before them.

Akira stared at their twisted faces, feeling an inexplicable revulsion rise in his heart. His eyes narrowed as his Reiatsu surged, driving massive black shadows to explode behind him like a tidal wave, threatening to engulf everything in its path.

'Since you're already dead, vanish into eternal obscurity. May the One-Eyed God bless you forever...'

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