"Your Majesty, the territory of the Akame ga Kill! world has been fully merged into the Empire."
"All remaining hostile forces that refused surrender have been completely eliminated."
Below the throne, Esdeath knelt on one knee. Clad in her ice-blue military uniform, her exquisite face brimmed with fanatic devotion and absolute submission.
Seated upon the Supreme Throne forged from star meteorite iron, Uchiha Tobirama leaned back indifferently, his expression calm to the point of boredom.
"Leave the remaining internal affairs to you, Kaguya, and the others," he said flatly.
"Yes!" Esdeath lowered her head even further, her voice trembling with excitement. "I will turn this territory into your most perfect garden. Not even a single ant will be allowed to disturb your harem!"
Tobirama did not bother responding.
Invincibility inevitably bred monotony.
What he needed now were higher-level worlds—and more complete laws of reality.
"System," he said calmly. "Open the next world coordinates."
[Ding! Host request confirmed.]
[World coordinates locked: Shinigami World.]
[World-Lord–level spacetime channel opened. World barriers overridden.]
Tobirama rose to his feet.
With a single step forward, his figure vanished from the throne.
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Shinigami World
Karakura Town, Living World
Rain poured relentlessly outside the Kurosaki Clinic.
Boom!!
The outer wall exploded inward as a massive force smashed through it. Bricks and debris scattered in every direction.
A Hollow—two stories tall, wearing a pale bone mask—let out a shrill, deafening roar.
"ROOOAR—!!!"
A foul gale mixed with icy rain swept across the street.
"Damn it! Let go of my sister!!"
A bloodied orange-haired teenager screamed in desperation.
It was Kurosaki Ichigo.
Nearby, Kuchiki Rukia lay in a pool of water and blood. Her black Shihakushō was torn, her face deathly pale as she struggled to breathe.
Her spiritual power was nearly exhausted.
She had no chance of victory.
"How could a Hollow of this level appear in the Living World…?" Rukia muttered through clenched teeth.
She tightened her grip on her Zanpakutō and turned to Ichigo.
"Kid! If you want to save your family—"
"Stab this blade into my chest. I'll share the power of a Shinigami with you!"
Ichigo did not hesitate.
To protect his family, he would give anything—even his life.
With a hoarse roar, he lunged toward the glowing blade.
At that instant—
Buzz—!!!
A pressure beyond description descended upon Karakura Town.
It was as if countless mountains crashed down simultaneously.
Crack—crack—!
The very space of the street groaned and fractured under the weight.
Everything froze.
The wind stopped mid-gust.
The rain hung suspended as countless droplets in the air.
The Zanpakutō halted less than half a centimeter from Ichigo's chest, locked in place as if fused to reality itself.
"W-what…?!" Rukia's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
She couldn't breathe.
She couldn't blink.
As a member of the Gotei 13, she had faced countless horrors—but never had she felt so utterly helpless.
Ichigo's mind went blank. His blood seemed to solidify, his legs trembling uncontrollably.
Both of them struggled to turn their eyes skyward.
The night sky split open.
The void parted as a tall, slender figure stepped down leisurely from a rift in space, hands tucked into his pockets.
He wore a magnificent dark-gold imperial Hokage cloak.
His expression was cold, distant—like a god gazing upon insects.
Uchiha Tobirama had arrived.
"So this is the Shinigami world?" he said casually, surveying the area. "Barely interesting."
"ROAR—!!!"
The Hollow suddenly screamed.
Its animal instincts sensed the vast, universe-like energy contained within Tobirama.
To a Hollow, this was irresistible temptation.
If it devoured this being, it could evolve instantly—perhaps even ascend beyond Menos.
Greed overwhelmed fear.
Abandoning its prey, the Hollow hurled itself skyward, its massive jaws yawning wide.
"Watch out! It's dangerous!!" Rukia screamed instinctively.
That Hollow had nearly overwhelmed her at full strength.
This mysterious man wasn't even wearing a Shihakushō—and he hadn't moved at all!
It was over.
He would be torn apart—
But Tobirama merely lowered his gaze slightly.
He looked at the Hollow as one would at something already dead.
"A piece of trash dares to stare at a god?"
His eyes transformed.
Crimson light flared, then shifted into a deep, mysterious purple. Six black tomoe spun slowly within his pupils.
The Six-Tomoe Rinnegan activated.
Tobirama didn't raise a hand.
He spoke softly.
"Universal Erasure."
Buzz—!!!
There was no explosion.
No flash.
No spiritual fluctuation.
The instant his gaze fell—
The Hollow vanished.
Not destroyed.
Not purified.
Not dispersed.
It was erased.
From mask to torso, from limbs to soul—its very existence was deleted, as though wiped from the universe itself.
Not a drop of blood fell.
Not a trace of reishi remained.
The street was suddenly empty, as if the monster had never existed.
The spatial lock dissolved. Rain resumed, pattering against the ground.
Thud.
Rukia collapsed into the muddy street.
Her mouth hung open. Her eyes were wide with disbelief.
"V-vanished…?"
"No reishi… no purification…"
"How is this possible…?!"
Her understanding of the world shattered.
Shinigami purified Hollows. That was an absolute law.
But this man—
He erased existence itself.
"A monster…" Rukia whispered, her body trembling violently. "What kind of being is this…?"
Before him, even the captains of the Gotei 13 would be no more than children.
Ichigo stood frozen, still clutching the blade, unable even to breathe.
This power transcended Shinigami and Hollow alike.
It crushed his will utterly.
Tap.
Footsteps sounded.
Tobirama descended from the air, landing calmly on the asphalt.
Hands still in his pockets, he walked straight toward Rukia.
His tall figure blocked the streetlight, casting her into a suffocating shadow.
"Shinigami of the Gotei 13?" he asked coolly.
His deep purple Rinnegan gleamed with faint amusement.
"Too weak."
The words struck Rukia like a hammer.
Cold sweat poured down her face. She tried to move her fingers—tried to reach her Zanpakutō—
But her body refused to respond.
All she could do was watch as Tobirama calmly reached out, lifted her chin with irresistible authority—
And looked down at her like a god examining prey.