Invincible in the world, starting with the ghost curse

Toushirou nodded.

"Master wants me to go with you, right?"

Toushirou nodded again.

"I understand. I'll go after class. You should go back and report to the old man first."

Toushirou nodded for the third time.

As the power dissipated, Toushirou scratched his head, wanting to say something but seemingly not knowing what to say. Then he jumped out of the window and quickly disappeared.

In less than ten minutes, a white figure flew in from the open window again. The breeze was blowing gently, making his white robe and silver hair flutter. Ichimaru Gin walked towards Kamiya Seiichi with a smile.

"Kamiya-san, I just saw Captain Hitsugaya leave. He must have told you."

"Well, the final battle is about to begin. Has Ichigo returned from the Soul King Palace?"

"Kurosaki Ichigo has returned. He's temporarily staying in Soul Society's Seireitei. Once he knows the enemy's direction, he'll set off with the main force."

Kamiya Seiichi put down the pen in his hand, his eyes were leisurely, and he seemed to see the future in his deep pupils. In his Dao Realm, the Quincies who were heavily blocked gradually turned into dust and dissipated.

This is when Yhwach realized something was wrong and activated the Holy Divination, but the wrong timing meant that he couldn't recover all his strength, and even if he did, what would happen?

"I'll be there soon, Yin, you can come with us then."

"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey."

……

Soul Society, Seireitei.

All the captains and vice-captains, as well as a large number of officers, stood in front of the vast white square. The heavy spiritual pressure was enough to make people breathless. In front of everyone, a figure stood with a cane.

The breeze blew up his white haori and the long beard carefully trimmed with purple ribbons. His solemn expression made everyone seem to hear the clanging sound of golden swords from a thousand years ago.

The bloody battle that has lasted for a thousand years will come to an end today!

White patterns were interwoven on Ichigo's pitch-black Shinigami suit, and the broadsword on his back had been split into two. The two pitch-black Zanpakuto of different sizes and styles exuded terrifying spiritual pressure.

This is Ichigo's real Zangetsu!

"how do you feel?"

Rukia stood beside Ichigo and asked softly. But Ichigo's expression was a little subtle. He turned his head and asked Rukia secretly: "There is only one person on the other side now, right? Isn't it enough to have Mr. Kamiya and Mr. Yamamoto?"

Rukia placed her hand on his waist and then squeezed it hard. The sudden attack made Ichigo want to scream, but fortunately he quickly covered his mouth.

"What are you doing, Rukia!"

"War is about using the strong to defeat the weak, using absolute superiority to completely destroy everything on the other side! Don't be so naive, Ichigo!"

Despite this, Ichigo's expression was a little melancholy. He always felt that Yhwach was also a very pathetic person. Of course, this did not prevent him from chasing Yhwach and chopping him.

"It's understandable why Ichigo would think that, Rukia."

Seiichi Kamiya came from behind, his slender and exquisite black and white haori already had traces of golden flowing lines on it, noble and mysterious, and the light blue ribbon made of spirit particles casually tied up his long, inky black hair.

"To understand sympathy for one's own kind is what makes us human, not an emotionless animal. Yhwach also had this kind of emotion a thousand years ago, so he is indeed a hero.

But this thousand years of waiting has distorted his mind, and ultimately led him to a path where he will do anything to achieve his goals."

"Teacher Kamiya!"

Rukia was not too surprised. After all, when Kamiya Kiyoshi passed through Soul Society some time ago, he visited those captains and old friends one by one.

Boom!

The cane tapped the ground lightly, and the whole audience fell silent. The old man opened his eagle-like eyes, stared at the crowd in front of him, and spoke in a deep and depressed voice.