Shinigami: Medicine Can't Save The Soul Reaper Society

Within the dense confines of the Shinro Basho: Jukai Kotan, the towering, interwoven trees created an oppressive darkness. The Sixth Division members—Byakuya Kuchiki, Sojun Kuchiki, and their squadmates—who had been moved to the heart of the forest by Makoto, found themselves enveloped in this shrouded space.

Even though they stood close to one another, the thick canopy reduced their visibility to mere outlines.

Suddenly, Makoto's faint and weakened voice broke the silence.

"Stay here... don't move..."

"Makoto? Are you all right?"

Following the sound, Byakuya discerned Makoto's silhouette slumped weakly against the base of a massive tree. He quickly approached, concern evident in his tone.

To Byakuya's senses, Makoto's spiritual pressure was alarmingly faint, as though the creation of this immense forest had completely drained him.

"Don't worry, Byakuya," Makoto replied with a feeble attempt at levity. "I just need to rest. This forest should hold off a mere Adjuchas for a while."

But Byakuya could hear the false bravado in his friend's voice. The strain was undeniable.

This... my dear friend!

Byakuya's heart swelled with emotion, his usually stoic demeanor nearly cracking. Makoto had willingly shouldered this burden to prevent his father from sacrificing himself in Bankai. This selflessness, this camaraderie...

"Makoto, are you sure you're okay?" The young Byakuya, still in his formative years, asked with visible concern.

"Of course," Makoto forced a smile. "I still need to help you with Hisana's condition. I just... don't have the energy to treat Vice-Captain Sojun and the others right now. My apologies..."

These words, so gentle yet resolute, struck a chord in Byakuya's heart, piercing through his facade of pride and detachment.

The other Sixth Division members, moved by Makoto's unwavering dedication, were on the verge of tears.

What an extraordinary soul...

A remarkable Vice-Captain of the Fourth Division...

Even after exhausting himself to protect them, he still apologized for not being able to heal their injuries.

"It's all right, Makoto. Don't speak anymore—just rest," Byakuya urged, his voice uncharacteristically gentle, softer than he had ever spoken, even to Hisana.

"Mm. I'll rest for a while," Makoto replied faintly, his consciousness gradually merging with the forest itself.

Unnoticed by the others in the dim environment, his left hand and part of his body had already fused with the colossal tree behind him.

Due to the low density of spiritual particles in the real world, Makoto's Spiritual Particle Manipulation was significantly hindered. Even though he had been maintaining large grass fields to absorb spiritual particles, the current iteration of Shinro Basho: Jukai Kotan still fell short of his expectations.

Thus, Makoto resolved to covertly utilize the unique properties of his Perfect Spirit Body.

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As his consciousness extended through the forest, a visage resembling Makoto's face emerged from the surface of a massive tree near Sparx, observing the Adjuchas as it charged up a Cero.

In the next moment, with a single thought, hundreds of giant trees intertwined and formed an enormous wooden palm that descended towards Sparx.

"What...?"

Caught off guard, Sparx's human-like face sneered disdainfully.

The durability of these trees was impressive, nearly rivaling the legendary trees of the Forest of Menos. But against a Cero? Mere wood was hardly sufficient.

Without waiting for his Cero to reach full potency, Sparx unleashed it towards the descending hand.

"Boom!"

The blast unleashed a shockwave of red energy, surging violently towards the wooden palm.

However, the hand seemed to anticipate this, curling into a fist before extending a single finger. The fingertip met the Cero head-on.

In an instant, Sparx froze.

The Cero had been utterly dispersed by that single, flicking finger.

If not for the lingering acrid smell of spiritual particles burned by the Cero, Sparx would have thought he was hallucinating.

"Is this... some kind of joke?"

As Sparx muttered in disbelief, the colossal shadow loomed over him. The massive wooden finger descended from above, pressing him firmly to the ground.

"Bang!"

The earth quaked violently, the tremor even reaching the heart of the forest where the Sixth Division members were sheltered.

"What was that?!"

"Was that a Cero?!"

"The entire ground is shaking—how strong is that Adjuchas' Cero?!"

"Can Vice-Captain Senju's forest hold up against this kind of attack?"

"It must have—it's holding for now. But how many more times can it withstand such an assault?"

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Meanwhile, Sparx, pinned like an insect under the massive wooden finger, struggled in vain. No matter how fiercely he thrashed or how much energy he poured into resistance, the finger did not budge.

Above him, a wooden puppet resembling Makoto emerged from the tip of the finger, its lifeless eyes gazing down.

"Cease your struggles, Hollow. This is a power far beyond your comprehension," the puppet declared with chilling detachment.

The fusion of Perfect Spirit Body into the forest had elevated its strength to an unparalleled level. Even Unohana's blade couldn't damage it—how could an Adjuchas hope to overcome it?

The puppet's hollow gaze scanned Sparx, as though studying a specimen under a microscope.

"From the start, I sensed something... off about you. Your near-human form, lack of a mask, and the absence of a visible Hollow hole… You clearly possess intelligence, yet you haven't spoken a word."

"Your current body isn't your true form, is it? You're hiding your core deeper within," the puppet deduced coldly, applying greater pressure through the finger.

Sparx's face contorted in fear, the words cutting through him like a blade.

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