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Chapter 395B
🕑 Added 2025-07-01 16:18:31 +0000 UTCChapter 395
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He lifted Masaki up, keeping her from lying in the rainwater.
What should he do… what should he do?!
Under normal circumstances, he might’ve thought to call for Bambietta’s help.
Or turn to the Quincy family behind Uryū.
But now, the only figure in his mind was—
“Mr. Kaelith!! Save my mom!!”
In the pouring rain, Ichigo cried out in despair.
In her pain, Masaki revealed a look of surprise.
Kaelith…
She only knew one person with that name.
Could it be…
As she stared in a daze, a voice echoed from the sky—
“To those who speak my true name, eternal life in the cycle of reincarnation shall be granted!”
“The warrior of love—Kaelith, has arrived!!”
The dark clouds above suddenly dispersed outward from a central point, revealing the sunlit sky beyond.
Up in the sky, two figures stood as if they were deities, overlooking the world.
Seeing one of them, Ichigo’s eyes immediately lit up.
“Mr. Kaelith!!”
“Hmph! None other than yours truly!”
Under Ichigo’s gaze of delight, Kaelith slowly descended and landed beside Masaki.
Looking at the barely breathing Kurosaki Masaki, collapsed against Ichigo, fury began to burn in his chest.
“Sōsuke!”
He looked up at the sky and shouted.
Aizen nodded slightly.
He raised his hand and slowly placed it over his chest.
There, a speck of light emerged.
As it glowed, the spiritual pressure around Aizen began to surge violently.
At the same time, Kaelith’s ears picked up a long-lost system prompt:
[Bound target “Aizen Sōsuke” detected gaining power. Auto-synchronizing training progress… Synchronization complete!]
[Your spiritual pressure level has increased!]
[Current spiritual pressure level has surpassed the fusion limit of Shinigami and Hollow… advancing toward a new domain!]
Boom!!
A massive surge of spiritual pressure erupted from Kaelith as well.
The overwhelming force caused his clothes to billow wildly.
His white haori rose and flapped in the wind.
Above, Aizen furrowed his brows slightly.
The small, transparent orb glowing at his chest continued to generate power from nothingness, transforming his body.
He had long known this might happen—but experiencing it was another matter entirely.
The Hōgyoku’s power was overwhelming.
Even though he had already mastered both Shinigami and Hollow powers, and even surpassed Yamamoto Shigekuni when it came to spiritual pressure, he still felt like his body couldn’t keep up with the Hōgyoku’s pace.
If it had been Kaelith instead, the Hōgyoku would’ve probably dragged him around like a rag doll.
…Then again, it might be the Hōgyoku getting dragged around by Kaelith.
Who knew? Either way, it was better that he controlled the evolution process himself.
When it came to reliability, that legendary brute wasn’t much of a comfort.
Gradually, Aizen felt himself entering the second stage.
A layer of white armor began to form, like a cocoon, wrapping around him.
Inside the “cocoon,” he felt no discomfort.
On the contrary, a strange warmth and sense of safety made him feel at ease.
While enjoying this curious sensation, he continuously used his power to control the evolution, keeping it within a manageable threshold.
Attaining such immense power was a good thing.
But if the growth outpaced his control, he would become a clown with power with no idea how to use it.
That was something Aizen would never allow.
Otherwise, he could already imagine Kaelith mocking him with that infuriating face for the rest of time.
As he controlled the surging force within his body, he looked down toward Kaelith.
And saw that while the latter was also surging with new spiritual pressure, he appeared far more stable than Aizen.
The guy even had the leisure to wave at him upon meeting eyes.
Aizen fell silent.
After thinking it through, he understood Kaelith’s condition.
During his years in the Soul King Palace, Kaelith had already completed the evolution to his next phase in terms of realm.
He simply lacked the matching spiritual pressure.
Now, Aizen had just filled in that missing piece for him.
Sometimes, one had to admit—the guy really was a genius.
What stood as an impassable bottleneck for most, Kaelith could leap over with ease.
Whether it was the influence of Kaelith or not, Aizen suddenly felt that the threshold of the Hōgyoku’s next stage—which had been so elusive—was now noticeably clearer.
Some of the powers that had previously been difficult to control now became easy to handle.
Aizen shook his head in amusement and began progressing to the next stage.
Crack!
The white bone mask covering his face split open with a fracture.
As the crack widened, the mask finally shattered with a clear breaking sound, falling away and revealing his true appearance underneath.
However, his current state resembled Hollowfication—his sclera were black, and his irises were gold.
With the breaking of the “cocoon,” Aizen felt that he had officially stepped into a new realm!
A brand-new world seemed to open before him like a door.
The world in his eyes had changed in a way he had never experienced before!
For a brief moment, Aizen felt that he could drown in this power and never leave it.
But soon, clarity returned to his eyes.
Hmph… ridiculous.
Did such mere power think it could delude me, Aizen Sōsuke?
He lowered his head to look at Kaelith, wanting to see how the latter would react to this level of power.
He saw Kaelith with his eyes closed, as if deep in thought.
Aizen remained silent, even restraining the continued growth of his power to avoid disturbing him.
A few seconds later, Kaelith opened his eyes.
His eyes had also changed into the same form as Aizen’s—black sclera with golden irises.
Kaelith slowly exhaled.
He looked up at Aizen:
“Sōsuke! You can stop now!”
Hearing this, Aizen nodded.
Whoosh!
A figure clad in a Shihakushō appeared on the scene.
Isshin Shiba had arrived in a hurry.
Sensing something wrong with the spiritual pressure here, he had rushed over immediately.
Seeing the state of his wife, his vision darkened.
But then, seeing Kaelith kneeling beside Masaki, and Aizen floating in the air—
Isshin’s heart finally eased.
He had just opened his mouth to ask about the situation with Kaelith—
But before he could speak, he suddenly paused.
He sensed a change in Kaelith’s aura.
Although his essence remained unchanged, the overwhelming pressure…
One word rose in Isshin’s mind.
Divine.
Under Isshin’s gaze, Kaelith slowly stood up.
His eyes emitted a faint golden light.
Then, he extended his hand, pointing it at Kurosaki Masaki, who was sitting on the ground, leaning against Ichigo.
Above in the sky, Aizen silently cast his gaze toward Kaelith.
The latter had raised his hand, pointing at Kurosaki Masaki.
An invisible force, different from spiritual pressure, grasped Kurosaki Masaki.
Then, the light radiating from Kaelith formed a massive halo, expanding instantly to cover all of Karakura Town.
At the Ishida household, Ryūken Ishida stood by the bed, his eyes filled with despair.
On the bed, his wife Katagiri Kanae lay there, her expression twisted in pain.
“Father, what do we do… what should we do?!”
Ryūken couldn’t help but raise his voice.
Sōken Ishida stood to the side, his brow furrowed.
No wonder… not long ago, Kaelith had come to him to ask about the details of the Auswählen.
It seems that person had already noticed something.
Unfortunately, it now appeared that even he could not change anything.
Yes... unsurprising. The opponent was Yhwach—the progenitor of the Quincy.
Even if Kaelith truly possessed heaven-defying abilities and could defeat Yhwach, there was no way to stop the Auswählen.
After all, every Quincy was, in essence, a subject and descendant of Yhwach.
As the King of the Quincy, Yhwach could take from or command any Quincy at will.
He closed his eyes, let out a long sigh, and prepared to persuade his son to give up.
But just then, a golden light ring swept across the room.
Under the astonished gazes of Ryūken and Sōken Ishida, the light enveloped Katagiri Kanae.
The pained expression on her face gradually softened.
“This is...?”
Sōken Ishida looked stunned.
He reached out to feel the origin of that light.
The instant his hand touched the glow, a silhouette flashed through his mind.
Though that figure was shrouded in light, revealing only a shadow-like outline, he recognized the person immediately.
“Kaelith!”
Sōken exclaimed.
On the other side, Ryūken also sensed the same presence.
After a brief moment of surprise, he showed a relieved smile.
He placed a hand over his chest and knelt on one knee toward the light.
“Lord Kaelith... please save us...”
By the riverside in Karakura Town, Kaelith’s eyes shimmered with light.
Isshin and Ichigo could only sense that some mysterious power was circulating through him—they couldn’t grasp its nature.
But Aizen could clearly feel it: Kaelith had already ascended into a new form.
Though he stood alone, his body had extended countless “roots,” reaching into countless worlds and possibilities.
Based on the monk’s analysis and his own tests, Aizen had deduced the essence of Kaelith’s mental simulation ability.
Even before his transcendence, Kaelith had, by sheer talent, touched the threshold of rule-level power.
The targets Kaelith simulated in his mind would draw from the possibility factors of countless parallel worlds, manifesting within his spiritual domain.
The opponents Kaelith simulated were, in fact, projections of those individuals from various parallel universes.
Because of that, no matter how the real opponents changed their fighting style or innovated on the spot, they could not surpass Kaelith’s prediction.
Because every change they could think of had already been attempted by one version of themselves in another parallel world.
With Aizen’s Hōgyoku now at the third stage, Kaelith’s rule-based ability had fully awakened.
At this moment, he was observing all parallel worlds, seeking from them a law of victory.
Soon, Kaelith found his target.
In countless parallel worlds, there existed versions where Kurosaki Masaki had not been affected by Auswählen.
In those worlds, Masaki had never encountered White—the Hollow—and had never been attacked.
It seemed that Yhwach’s criterion for Auswählen was “whether or not one had been tainted by a Hollow.”
No… that couldn’t be. If that were the standard, there was no reason Katagiri Kanae should have been affected.
Thinking further, Kaelith arrived at an unsettling conclusion.
The true criterion for Yhwach’s Auswählen might be “pureblood or mixed blood.”
Katagiri Kanae was undeniably a mixed-blood Quincy.
Kurosaki Masaki, though originally pureblood, had been corrupted by Hollow power—effectively making her mixed-blood too.
As for Ichigo, though mixed-blood, his blend of lineages had become so complex that, like Kaelith himself, he had approached the essence of the Soul King. Yhwach’s Auswählen couldn’t affect him.
The more he thought about it, the more realistic the theory seemed.
For a moment, Kaelith felt a wave of disgust.
If not for certain famous historical events, he might never have realized how deeply some cultures explored themes like blood purity.
As the progenitor of the Quincy, shouldn’t Yhwach treat all his descendants equally?
At the very least, shouldn’t merit and character be the standard?
Judging based on pureblood or mixed blood—what kind of logic was that?
No wonder a being like that would invade Soul Society.
With these thoughts in mind, light blazed in Kaelith’s eyes.
With the support of Third-Stage Hōgyoku Aizen, he activated his power—extracting the “possibility that mixed-blood Quincy were not stripped of their powers” from a parallel universe.
Then, he transformed that possibility into reality, overwriting it onto all mixed-blood Quincy in this world.
Under the watch of the Ishida father and son, Kurosaki Masaki’s spiritual fluctuations began to reappear.
In just a few seconds, Masaki recovered from a state of total power loss—one where she was on the verge of dying—to her peak form.
Kurosaki Masaki slowly opened her eyes.
Seeing the two Soul Reaper men—one older, one younger—beside her, she was first a little surprised.
Then, she smiled.
“I’m back.”
The two of them rushed forward together:
“Welcome back, Mom (Wife)!!!”
A similar scene was playing out in the Ishida household.
All across Karakura Town, Quincy families cried out in joy and disbelief.
