No Cheat in Bleach ? Watch me help Aizen then.-Chapter 84: Count Me In, Total Chaos

You know the saying:

"I'm not here to break up the party. I'm here to join it."

Five blazing crimson dragons erupted from the ground, catching the ancient Menos completely off guard amidst their heated melee. Without warning, the dragons engulfed them.

Then came the roar of draconic fury—some Menos were slain outright, others left in scorched ruin.

At the epicenter of Higashi Shuuichi's attack, Ikeda Yukisuke lost an arm to one of the dragons.

Without hesitation, Shuuichi flash-stepped forward—close in, strike down.

It was a rhythm etched into his bones.

But Yukisuke had lived through centuries of war. His experience, especially in the Way of the Sword, was greater than Shuuichi's. Deprived of access to Kidō or Shunpo, warriors like Yukisuke honed nothing but their blade. Simpler styles, perhaps—but no less lethal.

Sometimes, battle only needs a single cut.

Shuuichi's slash met a single-hand guard. Yukisuke blocked it with ease.

No pause. No frustration.

"Hadō #11—Tsuzura Raiden!"

Electricity crackled down the blade, leaping into Yukisuke's guard.

Tsuzura Raiden—low-level, barely used by Shinigami. Unlike Shakkahō or Byakurai, its effect depended on conduction. Most Shinigami just deflected it using their own reiatsu or counter-Kidō. Useless in most duels.

But Yukisuke wasn't a Shinigami. No Kidō. No countermeasures.

The high-voltage current surged straight through him, sending his body into convulsions—heart stunned, muscles frozen.

He wouldn't stay down for long. But Shuuichi didn't need long.

With a sharp twist of the wrist, Shuuichi disarmed him. Yukisuke's Zanpakutō flew skyward.

Like many Sinners, Yukisuke had taken that blade from a dead Shinigami.

But instead of rage or panic, Yukisuke laughed.

"You must be new here, huh?"

His voice was mocking, almost gleeful.

"You still don't get how Hell works, little Shinigami."

Shuuichi's brow furrowed. His entire combo had been clean. What had he missed?

Wasn't the rule of Hell simple? Infinite resurrection?

Yukisuke wasn't a branded sinner. Not one of those empowered by Hell's essence. Just a monster from Rukongai's outermost slums.

So what was he talking about?

Kuryashiki Kenpachi, watching from a distance, suddenly grimaced.

"Shit... I forgot. He's only been fighting Menos till now. He's never gone up against another Shinigami. He doesn't know the trick."

Too late.

As Shuuichi prepared to inscribe the Divine Pattern upon Yukisuke's body with Semyoubasa, his enemy lifted his head, spread his arms, and bellowed:

"Covet, howl, envy, laugh, and go mad! Become Hell's Hound, and be born into this world—

Bankai: Demonic Possession!"

Yukisuke didn't resist. He welcomed the mark. Smiling as Shuuichi tried to carve the seal onto him.

And in that moment—Shuuichi heard it. Familiar words. Too familiar.

Not quite the same as Jūmakurō's incantation, but damn close.

No contact with the Zanpakutō? He invoked Bankai without a medium?

Shuuichi knew Yukisuke wasn't cunning enough for a bluff like that. He immediately stopped the inscription, flash-stepped ten meters away.

A second too late.

Yukisuke's Zanpakutō—still mid-air—vanished and reappeared in his hand like a summoned ghost.

Black shadows—the demons—cackled, climbing over his body.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

While Jūmakurō had needed time to gradually summon each demonic entity, Yukisuke brought out all five instantly.

He didn't care if his body could withstand the toll. In Hell, death was meaningless. Regeneration was guaranteed.

This was Hell's way of fighting.

A fifth-layered demon armor took shape, wrapping around Yukisuke like the skeletal visage of a cursed deity.

Susanoo. It looked like Susanoo.

That's all Shuuichi could think of when he saw the demonic shell form.

He was surprised. But surprise wouldn't stop him.

"Flow Sever—Oryū!"

He punched the air, sending compressed reiatsu to fracture Yukisuke's spirit particles.

Normally, Shuuichi would hesitate—worried damaging the body too much might ruin the divine seal.

But now?

This armor looked like it could take a beating.

Blades clashed. Light burst. Thunder cracked.

Oni no Bankai—Demonic Possession—was a perfect match for Yukisuke's brutal style. The fivefold demon shell absorbed every hit, protecting its host from any harm.

And something was wrong.

Even Shuuichi's strongest attacks weren't leaving a scratch.

He began to understand.

The fifth demon doesn't just protect—it nullifies. It absorbs. It converts damage into nothing.

He tried everything.

Kurohitsugi. Sennju Kōten Taihō. Ittō Kasō. A second Goryūtenmetsu.

All devoured.

Inside the shell, Yukisuke laughed.

"This is because we're in Hell," Shuuichi whispered.

"These demons are part of Hell itself. They're drawing on infinite power. Unless my reiatsu reaches or surpasses Kuryashiki's level... unless I can overwhelm the demon's absorption limit in a single blow... he's invincible."

And now... Shuuichi was beginning to feel it. The slow, inevitable burn of stamina leaving his limbs. freёnovelkiss.com

Despite Kuryashiki's brutal training, despite mastering Flow Sever and enhancing his reiatsu control—facing Yukisuke and a swarm of revived Menos was too much.

He couldn't keep this up.

He had to gamble.

Either finish this here, mark the sinner, and return to Soul Society a victor—

—or flee. Take the strength he'd gained and leave. No shame in that.

"HAHAHAHA! Out of tricks, little Shinigami? Don't worry, this is just the beginning! We've got eternity to play!"

Yukisuke strolled casually through a storm of Ceros, like they were flower petals.

Shuuichi didn't answer.

His eyes narrowed. His reiatsu flared.

Hell's essence laced his aura—spiraling inward, compacting.

A whirlpool of crimson-black reiryoku spun around him.

Then he spoke.

"Hadō—Hell Execution Aria!"