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Shiraha followed Chōjirō Sasakibe to the heavy iron door beneath the squadron building—the hidden entrance to the subterranean prison buried beneath Seireitei.
Sasakibe halted at the threshold and turned, his expression stern and voice low. "Captain Shiraha, the underground prison consists of eight descending levels, each governed by its own laws. The one you're headed to—Endless Hell—lies at the very bottom and is the most isolated and dangerous layer." His gaze sharpened. "No matter what you see beyond that gate, do not ask questions."
Shiraha nodded without hesitation. "Understood."
From his waist, Sasakibe withdrew a black wooden plaque engraved with the kanji 卍, channeling spiritual power into it before inserting it into a sealed groove embedded in the towering gate. With a low groan, the thick doors rumbled open, revealing a descending passage dimly illuminated by flickering yellow light.
"Captain Shiraha, this way." Without waiting for acknowledgment, Sasakibe stepped into the corridor. Shiraha followed silently, and behind them, the gate groaned shut once more, sealing them inside.
They moved deeper into the earth, passing level after level of the prison's cold, torchlit halls. Floor by floor, they descended, each tier heavier with the scent of despair than the last, but Shiraha remained focused, indifferent to the lingering malice and regret. Only one destination awaited him.
Eventually, they arrived before the sealed gateway to the eighth floor—Infernal Hell. Shiraha, sensing the air thick with layered Kidō barriers, activated his Observation Haki. He perceived the energy web wrapped tightly around the massive gate, as if sealing away something ancient and dangerous.
"Captain Shiraha," Sasakibe said softly, voice barely above a whisper, "this is your final warning. One person is imprisoned here. He cannot move, but you must not engage with him. His existence is classified—Central 46 considers him an extreme threat, a remnant of an era soaked in blood."
Feigning ignorance, Shiraha replied calmly, "Someone else is down here? Who is it?" But he already knew. Only one soul had ever been condemned to this depth: the former Eleventh Division Captain who had crushed the previous Kenpachi and inherited the title of the Eighth Generation—Mole City Shuangya.
Aizen's imprisonment in this same pit would come much later, after his betrayal, his fall to Kurosaki Ichigo, and the judgment of Central 46. Hueco Mundo, as a battlefield, and the twisted evolution of the souls from Rukongai into tools of war were still events yet to unfold.
Though Shiraha possessed knowledge beyond his current clearance, he masked it behind feigned curiosity, knowing full well that acknowledging Mole City Shuangya's presence would break protocol.
Sasakibe offered no answer, instead raising the black plaque again and reciting a high-level Kidō incantation, voice echoing through the corridor like rolling thunder.
"The wheel of steel, stirred by the wind. Iron that gleams, yet holds silent till the end. Coiled and bound, struck and pierced. Beast bones scattered across the skies, invisible arrows from the heavens. O radiant path, fan the flames of divine fire. Gather and form, with unwavering clarity. Follow my command—light bullets, eightfold paths, ninefold truths, heavenly scripture, sacred vessel... Grand Revolving Wheel of Calamity!"
He advanced to the final call. "Avici Hell—realm of endless karma, prison without end—open!"
The plaque's 卍 symbol burst with brilliant white light, flooding the sealed gate. A deep boom echoed as the enormous doors split apart, revealing a shadowy path beyond.
Sasakibe gave a subtle nod. Shiraha walked forward without a word, disappearing into the darkness. The Lieutenant retrieved the plaque, turned, and left in silence as the gate slowly closed behind Shiraha, the thud of its sealing drowning all other sound. In the space that followed, only deathly silence remained.
As Shiraha stepped beyond the threshold, a familiar chime echoed in his mind.
"Sign-in complete. Task reward acquired: Fujitora Smile Template progress increased by 3%."
"Fujitora Smile Template Progress: 98%"
Observation Haki – Perfect Mastery
Armament Haki – Perfect Mastery
Swordsmanship – Perfect Mastery
Exclusive Ability: Gravity Fruit – Mastery Level
Capable of manipulating gravity up to 65 times the standard force within a 200,000-meter radius
Can infuse gravity into weapons for enhanced attacks
Able to summon meteorites from tens of thousands of kilometers above using gravitational pulls
Can control meteorites up to 300 meters in diameter
Access to gravity-based abilities including: Gravity Suppression, Gravitational Beam, Weightlessness, Gravity Knife: Tiger, Hell Brigade, and Fire Sacrifice—a battlefield incineration technique involving floating rubble and multiple summoned meteorites to create a sea of fire
Despite the increase being just 3%, Shiraha felt a noticeable surge in his power. Gravity manipulation had reached new levels—force multiplied fivefold, meteorite mass expanded by 100 meters—yet the area of control remained at 200,000 meters.
"One more sign-in, and the template will reach 100%," he muttered to himself, anticipation sparking in his voice. "Then the next template will unlock."
Lost in strategy and the lingering thrill of evolution, Shiraha remained unaware of his surroundings for a moment—until Observation Haki drew his senses outward.
Darkness surrounded him, oppressive and absolute, with not a single point of light or sound. The space was vast—thousands of meters wide—yet felt like a sealed box, silent and blind.
Then he sensed it: a faint warmth, the approaching presence of another. The footsteps were quiet but deliberate, echoing faintly as they neared.
Sharpening his focus, Shiraha found the figure.
A man approached, lantern in hand, silver hair cascading down his shoulders. His white robes were torn and faded, yet the way he carried himself—unbowed, deliberate—radiated a silent nobility.
There was no Reiatsu to be felt, none at all, yet Shiraha instantly understood. Not all power comes wrapped in pressure. Some monsters sleep with their eyes open.
This was the man whom the Soul Society once feared.
The Eighth Generation Kenpachi.
"I'm Mole City Shuangya," he said, voice calm, lantern casting a halo of amber light. "Tell me... what has become of the world outside?"
Shiraha bowed lightly. "Greetings, Captain Mole City. I am Kuchiki Shiraha, Captain of the Seventh Division."
Shuangya's eyes narrowed faintly. "Oh? You've heard my name before?"
Shiraha met his gaze with a quiet smile.
He didn't need to feel the pressure to understand the weight of the man before him. Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto had once spoken of Mole City Shuangya as something beyond control—a force of devastation in human shape. To defeat the Seventh Kenpachi and claim the title was not an act of ambition, but a statement of terrifying power.
And now, that same man stood before him, quiet and curious… but by no means broken.
"Yes," Shiraha said evenly, "your name hasn't been forgotten."
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