Please Give Me Some Face 2

After capturing Tsunayashiro Mitsunobu, he rushed at full speed into the nearly destroyed central underground conference room and, with Mitsunobu's guidance, continued downward.

The Great Spirit Book Corridor was located in the lowest level of this central underground facility.

Here, all the history of the Soul Society, past and present, was recorded.

Naturally, it included the nobles who had fled to unknown locations.

Knowing the immense power of the Great Spirit Book Corridor, Tsunayashiro Mitsunobu instantly understood, upon hearing the request, that he had to stand against all the nobles.

However, if it was for the family...

He gritted his teeth tightly.

"Lord Fujimiya, please follow me!" Tsunayashiro Mitsunobu finally steeled himself, speaking with a detached tone.

Fujimiya Makoto descended the massive spiral staircase.

Every segment of the journey was blocked by a barrier of extremely high spiritual pressure density.

Tsunayashiro Mitsunobu had to cut his finger, drawing talismans continuously to proceed downward.

As the controllers of the Great Spirit Book Corridor, the Tsunayashiro family knew its usage methods best.

Fujimiya Makoto looked downward, somewhat mesmerized.

In this vast underground space, countless pieces of information formed flying scrolls, pulled by invisible threads, constantly adding, deleting, and moving endlessly.

The entire underground area had no one operating it.

Yet, everything was perfectly organized.

Fujimiya Makoto felt a surge of curiosity but, remembering his urgent task, quickly said:

"Lord Mitsunobu, help me locate the gathering places of the upper-class families' direct heirs and the current head of the Kuchiki clan, Kuchiki Ginrei."

"...Yes!"

After a brief hesitation, Tsunayashiro Mitsunobu responded affirmatively.

He knew his and the Tsunayashiro family's value to these Genryū thieves lay in this.

In no time, a massive map of the Soul Society appeared, marked with several red dots.

The red dots were labeled with different family names.

From the density of the gathering, most were in one location.

Clearly, they had planned this in advance.

Seeing this, Tsunayashiro Mitsunobu absentmindedly bit his lip, his eyes bloodshot.

They had all fled, and no one told him...

leaving him here to attract fire?

Then don't blame me.

Unconsciously, Tsunayashiro Mitsunobu's report became more earnest, quickly saying, "Lord Fujimiya! From the map traces, they should be in the outskirts between the North Third and Fourth Districts."

"I know there's a secret Kuchiki family site there."

Fujimiya Makoto smiled, ruffling his hair:

"Thank you."

As he spoke, his expression suddenly turned cold, his hands stretching forward, chanting quickly:

"Bakudō Seventy-Seven: Tentei Kūro."

A net-like giant spiritual pressure extended from his body, spreading in all directions, swiftly searching for the familiar large spiritual pressures, forming a communication link.

"I am Eleventh Division Instructor, Fujimiya Makoto."

"Currently at the Great Spirit Book Corridor, with the help of the reformed Tsunayashiro Mitsunobu, I've located many hiding places of the fleeing Seireitei nobles, most of which are located..."

In an instant, almost all Genryū instructors heard Fujimiya Makoto's voice.

Shihōin, Genpaku, Saitō, Katori, Unohana...

In this Seireitei filled with corpses, more and more people heard his report.

Many turned their heads, looking toward the northern Rukongai.

...

Kuchiki Secret Site.

The remaining direct heirs of the Seireitei nobles gathered in this underground wilderness.

No familiar palaces, no familiar servants, no familiar family guards.

Most had reached here through countless sacrifices, led by the remaining Kuchiki clan, all gathered here.

Everyone looked terrified.

For these once-great figures, killing slaves and commoners was like stepping on an insect, unable to stir their emotions.

But when they saw their peers, even nobler figures, die like dogs before them, the fear buried deep within surged uncontrollably, making them more fragile than ordinary people.

They were not special.

"Lord Ginrei, we... we'll be okay, right?"

"Head of the Kuchiki clan, if the great nobles have any final cards, please use them!"

"Seireitei is doomed!"

"Etiquette collapses! Etiquette collapses! How dare those lowlifes..."

The chaotic voices filled the air, fat-eared direct heirs surrounding him. Young Kuchiki Ginrei, never having faced such a scene, had no idea how to respond.

But as the last present head of the Five Great Noble Families, he could only maintain a stern face to stabilize everyone.

The scene of countless weak adults seeking a solution from a child trying to be strong seemed absurd to onlookers.

Even in this situation, they couldn't shed their identities, statuses, and rules.

Seeing their weakness, young Kuchiki Ginrei suddenly understood.

Why Seireitei fell so easily.

Unconsciously, he recalled Tsunayashiro Shōgo's words.

—Nobles and commoners are different.

"But..."

"What's the difference, Lord Shōgo?"

Kuchiki Ginrei whispered in his heart.

But no one answered him.

Finally, Kuchiki Ginrei took a deep breath, shouting to the remaining direct heirs:

"Listen to me!"

"The Kidō Squad is establishing a large spatial portal!"

"Once complete, we can relocate and wait for the right moment!"

"Please remain calm!"

He tried to raise his voice.

But in the noisy crowd, it was instantly drowned out.

At that moment, Kuchiki Ginrei felt deflated.

Seireitei was doomed.

As he thought this,

"Boom—"

A massive explosion sounded from above the secret site.

The previously chaotic nobles froze in unison.

Everyone fell silent, looking up.

Then, natural sunlight poured down.

Countless figures gathered around the giant cavity.

"..."

Kuchiki Ginrei, seeing this, felt a strange sense of relief.

Undoubtedly,

they were now truly trapped.

"Kill!"

Unohana issued the order calmly.

The Genryū Shinigami behind her roared, charging at the final opponents.

However, at that moment,

"What's that?!"

Someone, still looking up, shouted toward the sky.

Not just him.

All Shinigami with some skill suddenly looked up.

Then, they saw a meteor-like flame plummeting from the sky.

"Senri Enten Shō!"

With a roar, overwhelming spiritual pressure pierced through the sky, striking the giant underground cavity.

Blazing fire plunged into the crowd's center.

Seeing the flame's true form, all Genryū Shinigami froze.

At the highest point, Unohana's pupils contracted.

Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni lay wounded in the pit.

Beside him stood a monk, charred but bare-chested, still smiling, holding a white-bladed brush.

He turned, looking at the Seireitei and Genryū Shinigami.

"Oh, you're pretty fast."

"I told you to kill less!"

Bōshū Isshin complained, seemingly unaware of the stunned expressions around him.

Kuchiki Ginrei was momentarily stunned.

But the next moment, his face lit up with joy!

In contrast, the Genryū Shinigami, especially the instructors, drew their blades, sternly prepared.

Genryūsai had fallen.

This single fact was more shocking than everything they had seen in recent years.

Yet it happened before their eyes.

"Lord!"

Finally, Kuchiki Ginrei reacted first, shouting, "That man is a Genryū Shinigami!"

"Seireitei's bloodline is nearly destroyed by his hands!"

"Please, on behalf of the Soul King's will, avenge us!"

At his words, the remaining nobles reacted, shouting.

But Bōshū seemed oblivious to their voices.

The monk turned, smiling at the prepared Genryū Shinigami, saying cheerfully:

"Genryū's everyone!"

"Please give me some face."

"Let this war end here!"

As his words fell,

the field fell silent.