MTLNOVEL CHAPTER 57:Shatter it, Kyōka Suigetsu
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"Hey, rookie, what squad are you from? What'd you do to end up in here?"
The voice rang out harshly, rough and mocking, slicing through the tense stillness that hung over the Maggot's Nest. Shiraha stood in the heart of the prison, posture composed, seemingly undisturbed as he quietly adjusted to the weight of his newly enhanced abilities. The speaker, a scowling inmate in tattered white robes, eyed him with open hostility, his aggression sharpened by years of confinement. All around them, half-shadowed figures stirred from the gloom, drawn toward the disturbance.
In this bleak underground, order had long been replaced by raw instinct. The Shinigami incarcerated here—labeled "potential threats" by Seireitei's hidden courts—were unstable by nature, stripped of freedom, honor, and sometimes even sanity. Their distorted sense of morality had long since rotted into something primal.
Low voices began to ripple through the crowd.
"Tch, he's blind?"
"I thought they'd send someone from a noble family."
"Just a blind guy? I could break ten of him with one arm."
Mocking laughter spread like a virus, snapping tension into the air as more inmates emerged, jeering with the unfiltered spite of those who had nothing left to lose. Yet, through it all, Shiraha stood unmoved, saying nothing—his silence sharper than any blade.
The first man snarled. "Hey! I'm talking to you, bastard!" He lunged, fist cocked and ready to strike.
Shiraha tilted his head slightly, calm and disinterested. "You're interrupting my thoughts. Please... be quiet, will you?"
The punch never landed.
He raised a single finger, and with effortless control, intercepted the blow mid-swing. The inmate's momentum died on impact. Then, Shiraha's finger bent slightly, layered in dense black Armament Haki, and flicked forward with subtle force. The resulting impact was anything but subtle.
The man was launched backward like a human missile. His body struck the stone wall with a bone-jarring crack, sending fractures sprawling across the surface. Dust billowed. The crater left behind was massive, and the man lay at the center, chest caved in and limbs twitching, if not lifeless, then unconscious beyond recognition.
Another figure stepped up—taller, broader, monstrous. Nearly five meters in height, with corded muscle and the face of a beast, he loomed like a living battering ram. "You think you're above the rest of us, blind freak?" he snarled, voice like rolling thunder.
Shiraha remained seated, voice calm. "I already said—be quiet."
A pulse of violet burst from him.
His Reiatsu detonated outward, a tidal wave of crushing pressure that swept across the chamber like a divine reckoning. The stone walls groaned under the weight. Lamps overhead flickered madly. The giant's face contorted instantly, body collapsing in on itself as though something invisible had wrapped around his throat.
His knees buckled. He dropped to the ground, blood pouring from his ears, nose, and eyes. The pressure twisted his limbs inward, bones snapping audibly, joints shattering under the unseen weight. In mere seconds, he was a quivering wreck, grotesquely mangled and barely conscious—if not already dead.
Every other inmate froze.
The very foundation of the Maggot's Nest cracked beneath their feet. The room trembled with tension, as if the building itself feared what was happening within. Cries turned to gasps. Pride turned to panic.
Then the entire prison collapsed into silence.
Some collapsed outright, their bodies giving out under the suffocating pressure of Shiraha's spiritual aura. Others dropped to their knees, hands clutching their chests as their lungs failed to draw breath. It wasn't just power—it was domination.
As Shiraha's steps echoed through the chamber, his Reiatsu slowly receded, leaving behind a void of silence and dread. He approached a battered stone bench at the chamber's center and took his seat as if nothing had happened.
Only then did the inmates dare breathe.
"That... that was a captain's spiritual pressure," someone whispered hoarsely.
"Why's someone like that even in here? He should be in the Endless Hell."
"What is Central 46 thinking, locking a monster in here with us...?"
Fear now stained every glance. The body of the giant—a warped, brutalized pile of flesh—lay as a reminder of what a single flick could do. No one dared look Shiraha in the eye. No one spoke.
Leaning slightly into the stone seat, Shiraha allowed himself a faint smile. "Now then... would you all mind being a little quieter?"
They nodded immediately—heads bobbing in terrified unison. No one dared utter another sound.
Minutes passed in silence.
Then, a voice crackled to life through a hidden speaker embedded into the wall. Monotone. Cold.
"Captain Kuchiki Shiraha. The investigation has concluded. Please exit the Maggot's Nest. Captain Suì-Fēng is waiting outside."
Shiraha exhaled faintly, brushing a bit of dust from his sleeve. "That was quick."
He waved off the trembling inmate who had been kneading his shoulder in misplaced gratitude. Rising from his seat, he adjusted his robes and walked forward. The sea of prisoners parted for him without hesitation. One even ran ahead to open the heavy gate and bowed deeply.
"Congratulations, Captain Shiraha," the man murmured with relief and not a trace of sarcasm.
The others bowed too—not from respect, but from relief that the monster was leaving.
Shiraha paused, smiled faintly, and said, "I'll come visit again sometime."
Their expressions froze in horror. Forced laughter followed. Internally, each cursed themselves for being too friendly.
Outside the entrance, Observation Haki swept the area. He sensed Suì-Fēng ahead, flanked by two elite Onmitsukidō agents.
"Captain Shiraha," she said, expression unreadable, "you've been cleared. Central 46 has confirmed the deaths were unrelated to you. The Captain-Commander has summoned you for debriefing."
She extended his Zanpakutō with both hands. "Your blade."
Shiraha accepted it wordlessly, sheathing it at his side. "Let's go."
With quiet composure, he fell into step beside her, and together they departed the prison compound, their silhouettes swallowed by the Seireitei's misted horizon.
But as they vanished into the distance, another presence stirred.
Outside the prison gates, a lone figure approached. One of the guards, sensing someone near, tensed and reached for his sword. "Who goes there?"
A soft voice answered.
"Aizen... Captain Aizen?!"
The shadows parted as Sōsuke Aizen stepped forward, his haori fluttering with composed elegance and a gentle smile on his face. Without a word, he drew his Zanpakutō, the polished blade gleaming under the fading light.
"Shatter—Kyōka Suigetsu."
The name was a whisper, but the effect was absolute.
The blade dissolved into reishi particles.
The two guards—caught in the web of complete hypnosis—blinked once, then turned and unlocked the inner gate without resistance.
A second figure stepped from the shadows. Cloaked in black, silver-haired, and fox-eyed, Ichimaru Gin appeared, his thin lips curving upward.
"Captain Aizen," he drawled, "your Kyōka Suigetsu really is getting sharper by the day."
Aizen's smile deepened. "Shall we?"
Without further words, the two slipped inside, shadows weaving into shadows, while the echoes of Shiraha's unleashed fury still lingered in the halls of the forgotten prison—and Aizen's next move crept silently into place.
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