Tracing the source begins with One Piece

"The sentence is...?"

"tomorrow!"

"what why?"

"Although it is very suspicious, the news is correct, which means that our destination is no longer the Four Deep Penitentiary, but the 'Hill of Two Deaths'"

Yoruichi couldn't help but ask as he watched Kurosaki Ichigo's expression change from shocked and angry to solemn and thoughtful as he stood up from the hot spring.

"What's the problem with me?"

Kurosaki Ichigo raised his head and looked into Black Cat's eyes.

"No problem, but we still have time"

"You mean..." Yoruichi opened his eyes wide, as if he had some realization.

"The moon tonight should be very round."

"Probably, indeed, compared to the Double Death Hill where all the captains will gather tomorrow, the Confession Palace tonight is the last chance."

……

The moonlight is like a waterfall.

The entire Seireitei is as clean as washing and as white as snow.

Not a good night to kill.

“I’ll never see a moon like this again.”

The Palace of Penance, four deep prisons, and cages.

Leaning against the wall, facing the stone window in front of him.

Under the shadow of the moonlight, Rukia Kuchiki and her snow-white prison clothes make people feel graceful and cold inexplicably.

I don't know whether it's the whiteness of the moon or the paleness of anemia, which makes people feel distressed.

Yamada Hanatarō, the former prison guard of Division [-] but now sneaking in to visit the prison, couldn't help but feel sad when he saw how cold and cold he was, even though they had only known each other for a short time, but they were already close friends.

"You will be executed tomorrow. I don't understand why those big men must let you die. You are obviously such a kind person..."

Yamada Hanataro's chattering and incoherent indignation made this deserted prison a little popular.

Kuchiki Rukia turned her little head back to Mochizuki and forced a smile.

"Hanataro, these are the rules of the Seireitei. We cannot violate them. This is the fate I deserve."

Yamada Hanatarō suddenly said angrily.

"Has it always been right? Why didn't they deal with the travel accidents that knocked down many captains and the murder of the captain of the fifth division? Instead, they stared at you."

"Travel disaster?"

"Oh, by the way, Lucia, you don't know yet, but some travelers have broken into the Seireitei. I heard that they are extremely vicious, killing countless people, and killing like crazy..."

When Rukia Kuchiki heard about "Travel Disaster" for the first time, there was no evidence to prove it, but a voice suddenly came back to her mind, and that was...

"They are here?!"

"Them?" Hanatarō Yamada, who was talking about the bad reputation of his trip and his face turned pale, could not help but tilt his head in confusion.

Kuchiki Rukia had already run to the side of the prison railing, asking questions before anyone arrived, eager to confirm her thoughts.

"Hanataro, is there someone named Kurosaki Ichigo who was in trouble during the trip?!"

"Kurosaki Ichigo???"

The confused Hanataro Yamada scratched his chin with his index finger, frowning and thinking.

"It seems that someone has this name..."

As if to confirm this answer, outside the Confession Palace, a wave of spiritual pressure suddenly surged, and then another spiritual pressure poured out.

And these surges of spiritual pressure were all inspirations that Kuchiki Rukia was familiar with, which made her surprised, happy, and at a loss as to who to pray for.

Because this moment is just like that moment.

The same moonlight curtain, the same participating characters.

"Finally found you, sneaky little mouse"

A handsome man wearing a white feather fabric fluttering in the wind, as if cherry blossoms were flying down his body, turned sideways and stared at the mouse in his mouth in front of him.

Kurosaki Ichigo saw the familiar arrogance and disdain in the other person's eyes, and grinned sarcastically while retracting the bone on his right arm.

"I flew here in a fair and just manner, and I was defeated by a single blow..."

Before he finished speaking, Kuchiki Byakuya's figure disappeared instantly, and a blade suddenly appeared from behind Kurosaki Ichigo and stabbed him in the back.

There was a clang of swords clashing.

I saw Ichigo Kurosaki holding his Zanpakutō upside down and blocking the blade coming from behind, with a calm expression on his face.

Then Kurosaki Ichigo's tone was still mixed with displeasure towards Kuchiki Byakuya.

As for why I'm unhappy, on the one hand, I was defeated and beheaded inexplicably in this world, and on the other hand - damn, are you Lucia's eldest brother? !

"I'm not the same person anymore. I can already see your sword clearly. It's rotten, wooden, white!"

Kurosaki Ichigo said word by word, and then continued to provoke.

"You are not worthy of being Lucia's eldest brother. I have to be a qualified friend. Lucia, I saved you..."

"Insanity"

Kuchiki Byakuya's back stab failed, and his fair complexion looked even colder and colder under the moonlight.

He was slightly surprised at how the other party regained the power of death, and also a little surprised that the other party actually blocked his instant killing blow.

Of course, that's all.

Even if the opponent has Tian Taxuan from the Sifengyuan family, whom he is familiar with, on his right arm, it still cannot stop him from wanting to kill the mere human being who caused the double execution.

Tentaka, a flying prop, a divine weapon of the Shifengyuan family.

The other party owns this thing, and the meaning is self-evident.

Whether it's the travel misfortune in front of us or the invisible Sifeng Courtyard, it can't be said to be new or old grudges, but it can still be regarded as new and old grudges.

Hearing these mere human beings who were crushed by him like ants in the present world, now had the confidence to speak disdainfully towards him.

His cold expression and the cold light in his eyes were even more chilling.

"Have you seen my sword clearly? The last traveler said so. I have already killed all of them. Do you want to try it?"

"What? The last one? Sadatari? Ishida? Inoue-san? Uncle Moria? Bastard, please explain to me clearly."

Byakuya Kuchiki, who had always had an expressionless face and showed no signs of any change even if he was blocked by an instant kill, after hearing a certain name, his eyes couldn't help but become even more cold.

However, he did not ask where the owner of that name was now.

He is too arrogant.

If you ask why, 'the glory of the four nobles of Soul Society', this is enough!

Even if he searched everywhere in the Seireitei, he still found nothing. He could not wash away the shame of defeat and regain the glory. He just happened to find a certain unlucky spectacled ghost in the evening.

"No comment."

"..."

A surge of spiritual pressure suddenly spread out.

Kurosaki Ichigo turned around and swung Zangetsu, slashing at Byakuya Kuchiki who was forced away by his rampant spiritual pressure.

"Speak clearly to me, asshole"

The two swords pointed sharply at each other, and a strong wind blew up during the collision, ruffling the hair on the forehead of someone who was praying by the window of the fourth deep prison.

Byakuya Kuchiki and Ichigo Kurosaki.

One white and one black.

Under this moonlit night, fight wantonly.

Facing Kuchiki Byakuya, who once again slashed at the opponent with his sword and was easily caught, he had to admit that the human in front of him who was in a stalemate with his blade was already as strong as the captain.

He swung away the furious Kurosaki Ichigo with a powerful strike of his sword.

Then he raised the Zanpakutō in his hand, his face as expressionless as ever.

Scatter!Thousand cherry blossoms!

The spiritual pressure soared, the cherry blossoms danced, and formed in an instant, like a surging ocean tide, rushing towards Kurosaki Ichigo, intending to strangle the opponent once and for all.

……