Inside Naruto’s Mental World.
Sasuke looked at the Nine-Tailed whose power was running wild before him, decisively stopped swinging his blade, and a hint of solemnity appeared in his eyes.
It seemed he had…
overplayed his hand.
“Hahahahahaha!”
The Nine-Tailed laughed wildly, its voice shaking the entire space.
Its vertical pupils were filled with mockery and delight.
“This great one truly underestimated you, brat.
I didn’t expect you actually had the ability to shake this Seal!”
Its tone suddenly shifted, becoming terrifyingly grim, “However, it seems you also overestimated yourself!”
Before the words finished, a stream of Nine-Tailed Chakra, several times more condensed than before, suddenly burst out from the cracks in the bars, quickly forming a ferocious, massive claw outside the gate!
“Allow this great one to first gouge out those irritating eyes of yours!”
The Chakra claw carried destructive power, whipping up a fierce wind capable of tearing the Soul, and slammed down toward Sasuke’s head!
Sasuke’s pupils contracted sharply.
Facing the deathly aura rushing toward him, he held nothing back, and the Spiritual Pressure within his body erupted without reserve.
“takemikazuchi!”
Sasuke gave a low shout, and the restrained Zanpakuto in his hand once again underwent a change in form.
Buzz—!
All the restrained cold light instantly vanished, replaced by wild black electric snakes that coiled around the blade like living things, emitting a deafening roar!
The entire dark space was completely illuminated by the lightning once more, reflecting Sasuke’s resolute face.
“Thunder Descent!”
The Zanpakuto swept horizontally, and three condensed black pillars of lightning fiercely shot out, emitting piercing explosive sounds wherever they passed, colliding thunderously with the crimson Chakra giant claw in mid-air!
The black and crimson energies strangely annihilated each other the moment they collided, whipping up a terrifying, visible gale.
The wind pressure was so strong that Sasuke could barely stand firm, and the water surface inside the Mental World was churned into monstrous waves.
He subconsciously raised his other arm to shield his eyes.
The roar of the Nine-Tailed also seemed to gradually become distorted and blurred within the fierce wind…
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the wind by his ears slowly subsided.
Sasuke slowly lowered his arm and opened his eyes.
Before him, a large truck with dazzling high beams whizzed past right beside him, causing the hem of his shinigami uniform to flap violently.
It seemed as if the previous gale had been caused by this truck.
Sasuke stood by the noisy highway, slowly raising his head, looking at the familiar high-rise buildings in the distance that stood like a forest.
This is…
Karakura Town?
He lowered his head and looked at the “takemikazuchi” in his hand.
The black electric arcs wrapped around the blade had quietly retracted, returning to its restrained form.
“Damn it!”
Sasuke squeezed out a low roar, suppressing his anger.
He was angry at his miscalculation, angry that his plan had derailed.
What did returning to this world mean?
It meant he was one step further away from that man, one step further from revenge!
“Konoha, the Nine-Tailed…
I will definitely go back.”
But the question was, how to go back?
He closed his eyes, attempting to delve into his inner self to find the power that allowed him to travel between the two worlds, but he found no clue.
The passage between the two worlds was still a door of unknown location to him.
Just then, a name abruptly flashed into his mind.
Kisuke Urahara.
Sasuke was not unfamiliar with this name.
In Soul Society, this name was practically a legend.
Initially, he had heard this name in the Eleventh Division, listening to the boasting of those veteran seated officers after they had been drinking.
They said that a hundred years ago, Soul Society had produced an extraordinary Genius, the former Captain of the Twelfth Division, and the founder of the Department of Research and Development.
A monster capable of Cultivating the four major skills—Kido, Hakuda, Swordsmanship Technique, and Shunpo—to the absolute peak, while also possessing unparalleled creativity in the field of scientific research.
More importantly, the rumors mentioned that Kisuke Urahara had been exiled to the Human World due to forbidden research, but he had not died; instead, he was living in the Human World in some manner.
If it was him, he definitely had a way to let me return to Konoha.
But a new problem arose.
He only knew that Kisuke Urahara was in the Human World, but in the vast Human World, where could he find a former Captain who was intentionally hiding?
Suddenly, he thought of another person.
Rukia Kuchiki.
That woman who seemed somewhat naive and noisy to him, yet whose background was anything but simple.
As a member of the Kucihki family, the information and resources she could access far surpassed his own, and furthermore, she seemed very familiar with Karakura Town.
More importantly, it was she who had brought him to this world in the first place.
Perhaps she knew some clues about Kisuke Urahara.
Thinking this, Sasuke’s brow furrowed even tighter.
Go ask that woman for help?
This made him feel a wave of displeasure.
“…Troublesome.”
He spat out the word softly, his face full of impatience.
He raised his head, his senses instantly spreading out as he identified a direction.
“Shunpo.”
The next second, his figure vanished directly from the spot…
Karakura Town, the Kurosaki house.
“Boom—!”
The wall was ripped open amidst a loud crash, and a hideous monster, carrying repulsive Spiritual Pressure, flung a figure away.
Its hollow eye sockets locked onto the young man with vibrant orange hair.
“I found you, delicious Soul!”
Rukia Kuchiki, lying in a pool of blood, could barely move due to the wound on her abdomen, and her shinigami uniform was already soaked in blood.
She struggled to lift her head, looking at the helpless young man.
Why did things turn out this way?
It was only a lowest-level Hollow, yet she…
“Damn it…” She bit her lip unwillingly.
Watching the Hollow raise its clawed arm high, about to grab Ichigo’s younger sister, Yuzu.
“Get away!” Kurosaki ichigo roared, slamming his “powerless” body fiercely into the Hollow.
“Don’t go!” Rukia cried out in alarm.
The result was predictable: Kurosaki ichigo was easily swatted away by the Hollow and slammed heavily into the wall.
“You idiot.”
Rukia struggled to sit up from the ground, “You want to save your family, right?”
“Of course!
Is there any way?” Kurosaki ichigo turned back and roared at her.
“There is only one way.”
Rukia picked up the Zanpakuto from the ground again, pointing the tip toward Ichigo’s chest, “You become a Shinigami yourself!”
“Plunge this Zanpakuto into your body.
If you do that, I can pour my Shinigami power into you.
I don’t know if it will work, but there is no other option.”
“Roar—!”
Just as they were talking, the Hollow lost its patience.
It roared, its massive body suddenly rushing over, sharp claws aimed straight for their heads!
“Make a decision quickly!” Rukia urged sharply.
Ichigo looked at the approaching claws, then looked at his trembling sister inside the room, and there was no hesitation in his eyes.
“Give me the power, Shinigami.”
“My name is not Shinigami.
My name is Rukia Kuchiki.” Rukia showed a strained smile.
Kurosaki ichigo smiled, stretched out his hands, and tightly gripped the cold blade!
“My name is—Kurosaki ichigo!”
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