An Arcanist in Karakura Town

An Arcanist in Karakura Town

Chapter 62

-VB-

It was an absolute chaos. 

And that was just what my sensors were telling me. 

Wherever my Collapser had targeted because that’s where the new spiritual nexus was, it was getting very crazy over there. 

Like … damn.

I didn’t think it would get that crazy. 

Because wherever it was, it was a city with much more people, population density, and even more weapons than the average American city. This kind of confused me, too, because where in the world would you find a city with more weapons inside and/or around it than your average American city where an average American had one or more guns. 

And a city that was denser than Karakura Town … 

I couldn’t think of where this might be. 

But wherever it was, I hoped that it wasn’t anywhere too bad. 

I would actually start to feel bad about it if it happened to a city like Rome, Jerusalem, or Mecca. Or anywhere 

-VB-

Pyongyang, North Korea

The end of the world was here. 

Monsters and Japanese were invading! 

Kim Wahn-Sung rolled out of the way of another charging beast, which moved too fast and too nimbly for its hulking elephant-sized body, and sprayed his machinegun at its hide as it passed by him. His bullets managed top pierce through the thick white hide and even crack the monster’s bone-like armor, but they were too weak and too small against this giant monster. 

He grimaced, feeling the air rotting as it swerved around on its six legs and screeched at him. 

“Get down!” someone shouted from behind him, and he did. 

He heard a continuous roar of gunfire. The monster stuttered, stumbled, and then collapsed. 

Wahnsung looked up and saw the monster dead and slowly flaking away just like dozens of its kind that he saw die in a similar manner. 

“Thank you,” he said as he got up and saw one of his own comrades standing there with a Type 72 held in his arms. 

“No problem, comrade. But we must find an armory soon. I don’t think either of us have much more ammunition.”

He nodded with a grimace. 

And then the sky screamed. 

He instinctively whirled around and aimed his gun at the sky. 

But then he stopped and his arms dropped because there was no way a submachinegun could do something about the giant floating cities breaking out into North Korean skies through the shattered sky.

The white monsters on the ground froze and looked up. 

The Japanese with their swords and bulletproof skin looked up. 

And then light. 

Light everywhere. 

Arrows? 

Were those arrows? 

But arrows weren’t made out of light…

And arrows didn’t feel like those monsters did, just differently. 

“GET TO COVER!” Wahnsung yelled at the top of his lungs as he grabbed his comrade and blitzed out of the open.

He threw himself and his comrade behind a concrete wall.

Not too long after, everything everywhere blew up like he was in a trench ditch listening to artillery bombardment. But it was continuous. It was quiet until it landed. 

And it landed everywhere. 

He dropped his gun and grabbed his ears as they rang from the constant explosions. 

And then he heard something he would never forget. He would go so far as to learn a new language just to know what he heard this day. 

“Bansho issai kaijin to nase … RYUJIN JAKKA!*”

And where everything was exploding previously like artillery barrage, everything abruptly turned into an unbearable oven.

He screamed as his back burned against the concrete. He didn’t even think about grabbing his gun. He just shot up and ran. 

No, he stopped, grabbed his panicking comrade, and ran even with the Type 72 still hanging from its straps around his back and shoulder while its metal burned through his clothes and sear against his skin. 

Wahnsung looked up.

And he saw… he saw fire. 

There was fire everywhere. 

The forest around the capital was abruptly dark brown. Where were the leaves? There were no leaves anymore on any of the trees!

A sword of fire erupted from somewhere… and that’s when he saw him. The man who would burn a country.

An old Japanese - muscular - man with scars all over his body.

And he held a giant flaming sword. No, it was a sword that was made out of flames. A sword so big and long that he couldn’t see its end. 

The old man swung.

More of those white arrows from below, those things that had gleamed in the sky before raining down like artillery shells, came. 

Instead of the ground, the skies began to explode as the old man’s flame sword burned against the light arrows. 

And Pyeongyang burned.

-VB-

A/N: Yamamoto’s Shikai release: “Reduce All Creation to Ash, Flowing Blade-like Flame”

Yeah. So the spiritual nexus moved shifted close by, which happened to be Pyeongyang, aka capital of North Korea. And the shinigamis, Hollows, arrancars, and quincies all dropped in at the same time haphazardly, and none of them are holding back.