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42.44% Shinigami: Medicine Can't Save The Soul Reaper Society / Chapter 59: Chapter 59: Cero

บท 59: Chapter 59: Cero

The battlefield… was locked in a stalemate!

The Shinigami of the Tenth Division could barely inflict any damage on the Adjuchas, while a single casual strike from the beast left them gravely injured.

Ordinarily, this would have been a one-sided slaughter, an overwhelming display of power.

Yet, under Makoto's astonishing and all-encompassing healing abilities, as long as someone wasn't killed outright, even severed limbs or severe injuries could be swiftly stabilized and the combatant restored to basic fighting capacity in record time.

Soon, over seventy percent of the Tenth Division members were bloodied, yet not a single Shinigami retreated. On the contrary, they fought more fearlessly, throwing themselves into the fray to restrain the Adjuchas at all costs.

Makoto-sama!

As long as Makoto-sama is here, we have no reason to fear battle or injury!

Standing on the fragrant grass beneath their feet, every member of the Tenth Division persevered, miraculously holding the Adjuchas at bay.

Meanwhile, Makoto, who had been continuously providing large-scale healing, began to sense something amiss.

Normally, Adjuchas, as high-level entities among the Hollows, possessed intelligence and emotions approaching those of humans. They were new life forms, evolved from the chaotic hive-mind of the lesser Gillians.

However, the Adjuchas before them, though seemingly capable of independent thought and speech, behaved strangely.

Its combat logic was unusually simplistic. It remained ensnared by the binding spells of the Tenth Division, showing no intent to prioritize killing the critical seated officers or Makoto himself. Even more baffling, it displayed visible confusion at the sight of gravely injured Shinigami recovering and returning to the fight.

This… didn't align with the intelligence a true Adjuchas should possess.

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Meanwhile, observing the battle from a distance, Kaname Tōsen spoke.

"Aizen-sama, the battle… appears to have reached a stalemate."

Aizen nodded, his gaze fixed on Makoto. A flicker of surprise crossed his usually composed expression.

In Aizen's calculations, the fight should have ended the moment the three seated officers fell.

"Samsara… I see. It's an even more impressive mass healing ability than the rumors suggested. It seems to directly absorb the surrounding reishi to repair injuries—a rather unique power…"

Aizen adjusted his glasses, his voice shifting in tone.

"But alas, such a fragile ability can't change the inevitable. Senju Makoto, the one who dared to threaten me, will end here."

He paused, then turned to Tōsen.

"Tōsen, it's time. End this farce."

"Yes, Aizen-sama," Tōsen responded, drawing his Zanpakutō with a low chant.

"Cry, Suzumushi!"

A faint humming sound resonated from the blade of Suzumushi, spreading rapidly toward the battlefield.

In an instant, wherever the subtle vibration reached, the Shinigami of the Tenth Division were immobilized, falling into a momentary yet critical lapse.

Lost in thought, the binding spell that Makoto had been maintaining against the Adjuchas faltered. For a moment, even his own mind seemed to go blank.

By the time he snapped out of it, the Adjuchas had closed the distance between them. A massive red orb of energy was forming at its mouth.

"A Cero? How did it have time to charge that?"

Makoto's expression shifted drastically as he instinctively moved to retreat.

But in the next instant, the red orb erupted with a deafening roar, sweeping toward him with devastating force.

Compared to the Adjuchas' raw physical might, the Cero—formed from concentrated spiritual pressure—was overwhelming. Everything in its path was obliterated. Even Makoto, positioned at the rear of the battlefield, was consumed in the attack.

"Boom!"

The explosion shook the ground, sending up a dense cloud of smoke. The once verdant field was scorched and leveled by a meter.

Makoto felt his body launched into the air, only to crash heavily into the earth. Warmth surged uncontrollably from his mouth and nose—it was blood.

Though his body refused to move, the countless battles he had endured in his mental training with Shinro Bansho's illusions made him keenly aware: his injuries were fatal.

This wasn't ordinary blood loss. His internal organs had been extensively ruptured, and even his heart had failed, leading to the torrential bleeding.

What was that sudden lapse in focus? Not just me—did every Shinigami experience it?

Cero… A beam of destruction formed by condensed spiritual pressure. So this is the true power of an Adjuchas?

Am I going to die? My thoughts… they're such a mess…

Paralyzed, Makoto couldn't see his own injuries clearly. But from afar, Aizen observed the entire scene with calm demeanor.

Half of Makoto's chest had been completely erased, leaving a gaping void. Blood poured relentlessly, staining the ground beneath him crimson within seconds. His spiritual pressure plummeted at an alarming rate.

He was done for.

Aizen slowly turned his gaze away, arriving at an inevitable conclusion. For most Shinigami—whether ordinary members or even seated officers—without a mastered Bankai, surviving a direct Cero from an Adjuchas was impossible.

This elicited no visible reaction from Aizen. No sorrow, no satisfaction. To him, eliminating a bothersome Shinigami was no different than crushing a bug crawling on a wall—just a minor inconvenience dealt with in passing.

Satisfied, Aizen turned his attention to the dissipating smoke over the battlefield. The surviving members of the Tenth Division were few, with most either dead or utterly incapacitated.

"It's over. Let's go," Aizen said with a gentle smile.

"The rest… Let that mindless Adjuchas savor the fragments of their souls steeped in emotion. Once the captains arrive, it will meet its end at their hands."

"Yes, Lord Aizen," Tōsen replied, sheathing his Zanpakutō, its release canceled. Beneath his dark cloak, his expression seemed conflicted.

"Are you troubled, Tōsen?" Aizen asked, his voice warm as he began to walk ahead.

Tōsen followed, nodding slightly as he answered solemnly, "Yes, Lord Aizen. But this is the price of true justice. Their lives will find continuity within that justice."

Aizen chuckled softly, as though he had anticipated this response. Just as he was about to speak further, he halted abruptly.

The spiritual pressure that had been steadily fading from Makoto… suddenly stopped declining.

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บท 60: Chapter 60: Beyond Reason

About twenty miles away from the seventy-ninth district of Rukongai West, in the sky above, Unohana stood atop the rapidly flying Minazuki. Her gaze, usually gentle as water, was now filled with a biting coldness as she stared at the towering column of smoke rising in the distance.

"Faster, Minazuki!"

Her voice was soft but carried a chilling undertone, like the low growl of a wrathful demon. Waves of spiritual pressure tinged with a bloody aura occasionally escaped from her.

"Makoto, you won't die here, will you? Just hold on a little longer..."

"Am I going to die?"

"Not death within the spiritual realm, but a true death in reality…"

"Lack of combat experience, and my spiritual pressure is far too weak to withstand an Arrancar's Cero…"

Makoto's once gentle eyes now dulled, his pupils filled with despair as death loomed closer. Yet, oddly enough, his mind remained clear, flashing with a torrent of chaotic and fleeting thoughts.

Unohana, Risa, Soi Fon…

Ikkaku, Ayasegawa, Yamada Hanataro—familiar faces drifted past his mind's eye, finally settling on Aizen's warm and humble visage.

"Was it you, Aizen? Did you deliberately target me, or was this just an opportunity to dispose of me?"

"So, this is what it feels like when true death arrives...

"It's not as terrible as I imagined. Everything feels so quiet, even a little cold…"

Makoto's left hand weakly lifted, instinctively reaching for his chest, as if seeking a trace of warmth.

But all he felt was something sticky and warm—like touching a mass of shredded flesh.

"Am I really this badly injured…?"

"Shinro Bansho… I can't feel it at all. It's completely unresponsive, and there's no way to heal myself…"

"My consciousness is fading…"

Makoto's last efforts to stay awake grew increasingly feeble. Even the faint glow of healing energy flickering on his palm was insufficient to mend his grievous wounds.

Everything... fell silent.

Makoto's dwindling instincts, driven by a primal instinct to survive, desperately called out to Shinro Bansho.

"Shinro Bansho… Shinro Bansho… Shinro Bansho…"

At that moment, a faint voice seemed to respond, echoing in the depths of Makoto's fading consciousness.

"Master, can you hear me?"

"Can you hear my voice? Can you truly hear my voice…"

"The true release phrase, the true power—not the false abilities shaped by your subjective will…"

"Time is running out, Master! Answer me!!!"

Suddenly, Makoto's nearly unfocused pupils slightly contracted, and in the blank emptiness of his failing mind, he heard that familiar, urgent voice.

"Shinro Bansho…"

"Master, quickly! You should be able to hear me now! Hurry…"

"Manifest, arrive, transcend…"

"The ultimate essence of all things, the origin of everything!"

Makoto's pupils began to lose focus once more, his body growing colder from the excessive blood loss. With a voice so faint it was nearly inaudible, he whispered:

"Manifest… arrive… transcend…"

"Shinro Bansho, the ultimate essence of all things, the origin of everything!"

In the next instant, the blade of the Zanpakuto in Makoto's grasp dissolved into a streak of light, merging seamlessly into his body. The spiritual pressure that had been steadily waning suddenly halted—and then, in Aizen's perception, it vanished entirely!

"Dead?!"

Aizen's initial indifference shifted to mild curiosity as he sensed the abrupt disappearance of spiritual pressure. Casually, he turned to glance in Makoto's direction.

However, the sight that greeted him caused Aizen's pupils to contract involuntarily.

Massive amounts of reishi in the air were converging on the wound in Makoto's chest, rapidly repairing his injuries. Yet… Makoto's spiritual pressure was completely undetectable!

"Impossible!"

Aizen's expression froze, an uncharacteristic loss of composure overtaking him. It was as if he were witnessing a phenomenon beyond comprehension.

Reiatsu, or spiritual pressure, originates from the spiritual energy generated by a spirit's body, or reishi. The density and fluctuations of this spiritual energy determine the presence of reiatsu. Therefore, except for the peculiar residents of Rukongai, who lack spiritual energy and consequently never feel hunger, any being with spiritual energy would occasionally emit reiatsu.

It was akin to humans needing to breathe—a fundamental law.

Although it was possible to suppress reiatsu through active control of spiritual energy, the total absence of even a trace of it was nearly inconceivable to Aizen.

Unless… the reiatsu emanating from Makoto had entirely surpassed the range perceivable by Aizen's spiritual senses.

"Does that mean Makoto's reiatsu has far exceeded my own?"

"No. Impossible."

In an instant, Aizen dismissed this hypothesis.

"Or perhaps Makoto is already dead? Or has he forsaken all his spiritual energy?"

Yet, Makoto was actively healing himself, drawing reishi from the air to mend his wounds—a clear indication of his Zanpakuto's previously exhibited ability.

"Why?"

"Why is there no detectable reiatsu?"

For a moment, the change in Makoto's condition shattered Aizen Sosuke's understanding of the world.

"Have I misunderstood the principles governing this world?"

"Or am I under the effects of an illusion akin to Kyoka Suigetsu's power?"

"Or could it be… that Makoto Senju is a unique anomaly, entirely unlike any other Shinigami?"

In mere seconds, a multitude of hypothesis raced through Aizen's mind.

Noticing Aizen's uncharacteristic state, Tosen, standing nearby, furrowed his brow and asked, "Lord Aizen, is something wrong?"

"Don't… don't speak. Let me think," Aizen murmured, clutching his face with both hands, his voice betraying an unsteady tone.

Meanwhile, Makoto's transformation had grown increasingly conspicuous, drawing the attention of the nearby Adjuchas, which had been instinctively devouring the souls of surviving Tenth Division members.

"This one…"

"Boom!"

The massive frame of the Adjuchas crashed to the ground before Makoto's unguarded form, its gaze locked on the still-healing Shinigami.

After a brief pause, recognition flickered in the Adjuchas' eyes as it recalled a recent, humiliating encounter. Slowly, its eyes turned crimson with rage.

A lowly Shinigami—a mere ant—had dared to drive that accursed blade into its prized exoskeleton, even piercing through it completely!

Its gaze burning with fury, the Adjuchas lifted a sharp, clawed foot and slammed it downward toward Makoto with a thunderous force.

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