Sasuke Chapter 89 Personal Revenge? Return to Bleach World

Facing the giant that resembled a divine being, ‘Sasuke's’ face showed not a trace of fear.

On the contrary, beneath the half-covered pale bone mask, the curve of his lips stretched even wider.

He slowly raised his head and opened his mouth.

The light of the entire world seemed to be drawn into the extreme darkness gathering within his mouth at that moment.

The sky, stained by rapidly accumulating dark clouds, turned ink-red.

The ground beneath their feet began to crumble layer by layer under the force of this brewing power.

"Th-this is..."

A look of confusion crossed Kisame’s face.

He could clearly sense that the energy gathering in the kid's mouth was far greater than before.

‘Could this brat actually become even stronger?!’

Within Sasuke's mouth, a pitch-black energy sphere continuously compressing inward was slowly taking shape.

At the core of that darkness was a sinister red glow, like the heart of a demon.

Itachi’s expression abruptly turned grave.

He positioned the ‘Yata Mirror’ in front of him, channeling all his Chakra into it, preparing to withstand this world-shaking attack.

However, just as the energy was about to reach its peak, an unexpected change occurred.

‘Sasuke's’ body could no longer endure this overwhelmingly immense power.

On his pale arms, fine cracks spread like spiderwebs, and scorching black-red light seeped incessantly from the fissures.

This was a sign that the power was on the verge of spiraling completely out of control.

Stimulated by this extreme pain, the consciousness of Sasuke’s true self was forcibly awakened.

He saw it.

He saw the massive crimson warrior, saw the man he had sworn to kill with his own hands.

And he also felt the wildly gathering, brutal energy in his mouth.

‘No.’

‘It shouldn't be like this!’

‘I...I must kill him myself!’

‘With my own will, with my own sword!’

This deeply ingrained obsession with revenge, originating from the depths of his soul, instinctively began to resist this dominating force.

This resistance immediately affected the energy sphere still taking shape.

The once-stable black-red sphere, brimming with destructive power, began to flicker violently.

"Hmm?!"

Itachi keenly noticed this subtle change.

Finally, torn between two conflicting wills, the uncontrolled power was released.

A pitch-black beam intertwined with a sinister red light roared forth from Sasuke's mouth!

But its size was nearly halved compared to what had been brewing, and its trajectory skewed.

The beam grazed the edge of the Susano'o, striking a distant mountainside with devastating force, obliterating half of the peak.

Having unleashed this attack, ‘Sasuke’ had reached his limit.

A groan of unwillingness escaped his throat.

The half-covered pale tomoe mask shattered into fragments, dissolving into points of light.

The waist-length black hair, like ashes losing their magic, rapidly receded.

The Shihakusho burning with black flames also shattered, scattering into dancing embers before vanishing into nothingness.

Sasuke returned to his original appearance, his eyes tightly shut, unable to maintain his stance in the air.

Like a marionette with its strings cut, he plummeted straight down toward the cold river below.

The crimson giant surrounding Itachi also faded, dissolving into points of light that vanished into the air.

Without the support of the Susano'o, Itachi's body swayed violently, barely able to stand.

He raised a hand, wiping away the blood continuously seeping from the corners of his eyes with the back of it. The vision in his Mangekyo Sharingan had already grown somewhat blurry.

"Cough... Really..."

Not far away, Kisame emerged from the dust stirred up by the shockwaves, unable to contain his fervor.

"What an absolutely spectacular battle!"

Just as he was marveling, two figures appeared, one after the other, at the edge of the devastated battlefield.

"Jiraiya-sama..."

Kakashi’s voice grew hoarse as he took in the completely flattened riverbank and the distant mountain peak sheared in half.

Jiraiya's expression was extremely grave, taking in the lingering destructive aura, "It seems we were a step too late."

The moment Itachi saw Jiraiya appear, his eyes flickered slightly.

He knew this battle had to end.

"Kisame."

"Understood."

Kisame hefted the massive Samehade onto his shoulder and moved to Itachi's side, steadying his slightly unsteady form.

Exchanging a glance, the two prepared to retreat from this contentious ground.

Jiraiya and Kakashi did not immediately give chase but instead rushed to the center of the riverbank.

There, a slender figure lay silently in the water.

Curled up, the upper half of his clothing had completely vanished, revealing severe, fragment-like lacerations across his body.

His eyes were tightly shut, his face pale, with only the faint rise and fall of his chest proving he still clung to life.

The pale blue Takemikazuchi was thrust into the mud beside him.

And the pitch-black Indra lay quietly by his hand, the black flames on its blade long since receded, leaving only a profound darkness.

Kakashi knelt on one knee, reaching out a trembling hand to feel Sasuke's neck. Only after sensing the faint pulse did he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Sasuke..." He whispered, his voice filled with lingering fear.

Jiraiya stood nearby, his gaze shifting from Sasuke's grievous injuries to the sheared-off mountain peak.

He then looked back in the direction where Itachi and Kisame had disappeared, his eyes filled with complex emotion.

He slowly crouched down, gazing at the unconscious boy and the two swords emitting an unusual aura beside him, his voice low.

"Kid..."

"What in the world have you become?"

…

Four years had passed for Sasuke in the Shinobi World, but in the other world, it was merely the blink of an eye.

In the underground training ground of the Urahara Shop, the air was eerily still.

The storm center formed by that bizarre Reiatsu had just vanished.

All the wildly leaking energy disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The dust slowly settled.

The Tenshintai had long been reduced to powder.

And in the center of the scorched earth, Sasuke stood silently, eyes closed, the previously materialized Indra also gone.

"Is it over?" Yoruichi asked uncertainly, but her body remained poised to attack at any moment, "No... not yet."

Urahara's voice was hushed, his gaze fixed intently on Sasuke's calm face.

"Look at his face."

Yoruichi followed his line of sight, and then she saw it.

On the right side of Sasuke's face, there was an additional layer of pale, bone-like mask etched with three golden tomoe.

Now, like shattered porcelain, it was covered in fine cracks.

Then, under Yoruichi's astonished gaze, the half-mask emitted a ‘cracking’ sound before completely shattering and dissipating into the air.

As if losing its final support, Sasuke's body swayed slightly before falling backward silently, like a withering cherry blossom petal.

Yoruichi caught Sasuke and landed gently on the ground.

Looking down at the deeply unconscious boy in her arms, she frowned, her golden eyes filled with gravity.

"Hey, Kisuke."

Her voice was slightly hoarse, "What exactly happened just now?"

Kisuke didn't answer immediately.

He slowly crouched down, placing two fingers on Sasuke's wrist, carefully sensing the state of his soul at this moment.

After a moment, he withdrew his fingers, his expression growing increasingly peculiar.

"His Reiatsu consumption is enormous, and his spirit has suffered a severe impact, but strangely, his soul itself..."

Urahara tapped his chin with his fan, "…is unusually stable, even more refined than before."

Yoruichi's face showed confusion, "What does that mean? Being attacked by his own Zanpakuto’s spirit actually made his soul stronger?"

"No, it's more than that."

Urahara's gaze slowly shifted from Sasuke's pale face to the outline of his entire body.

Then, his pupils contracted slightly.

"Yoruichi-san." Urahara's voice was very low, "Don't you think..."

"There's something off about Sasuke's body?"

Yoruichi was taken aback, instinctively looking down to carefully examine the boy in her arms.

Soon, she also noticed the discrepancy.

Yoruichi's golden eyes widened sharply, her face showing an expression of disbelief.

The figure of the boy in her arms was indeed more slender and upright than before the training began, as if he had shed all traces of childishness.

The simplest way to describe it was that Sasuke had transformed from a childlike appearance to a youth resembling Ichigo Kurosaki.

‘But how could a Shinigami's body undergo such a noticeable change in such a short amount of time?’

A sudden realization flashed through Urahara's mind.

Sasuke's earlier explanation about the ‘other world’ echoed in his ears once more.

‘I stayed there for a long time, but when I returned to that world, everything was exactly as I had left it. It seemed as if no time had passed at all.’

"So that's it..."

Urahara slowly stood up, tapping his palm with his closed fan, a look of understanding dawning on his face.

"I think I know what happened."

Yoruichi stood up and walked to his side, her golden eyes fixed intently on him, "Explain clearly, Kisuke."

"It's time."

Urahara slowly uttered two words, his eyes gleaming, "Time did not pass."

Seeing the still-confused look in Yoruichi's eyes, he elaborated on his deduction in detail.

"I suspect the Tenshintai ritual accidentally opened a 'door' to that world."

Urahara spoke faster and faster, his eyes growing brighter.

"So, from our perspective, the ritual lasted only an instant."

"But for Sasuke-kun's soul, or rather his consciousness..."

He paused, arriving at that astonishing conclusion.

"He likely traveled to that world again."

"And even spent a considerable amount of time there."