Center of Attraction [Dyed in Crimson Opener]

The barrier that protected the Seireitei was one of the most damning obstacles in the ambitions of the Powder Hunters and those of their uneasy alliance. Even for someone with all the power Ichigo had, he couldn't simply smash through the shakonmaku, nor the walls of sekkiseki. But he was a smart man, and he understood that some things didn't need brute force. He still had friends in this world, even if they weren't the same ones he'd had a century ago. When he heard a single message come across the realms to the sands of Hueco Mundo, he readied to move.

It's done.

A garganta split open in front of the former Hero of Karakura, wide enough that any allies who so wished it could step through with him, and he stepped forward fully prepared to unleash the full weight of his strength. The shakonmaku was a threat even here, in this otherworldly space, but that didn't matter so much now. After all, his inside man had left just enough of a weak point for Ichigo to break through it at this very moment. He lifted zangetsu in both hands, reiryoku swirling around the blade, and spoke in a voice that was loud, emphatic, and yet profoundly empty at the very same time. The weakness in the shakonmaku and the strain of garganta allowed his voice to carry through the air of the entire Seireitei, a warning of imminent disaster.


The black and crimson crescent crashed through the shakonmaku as the garganta opened into the Seireitei; as if in no time at all, the catastrophic expulsion of reiryoku simply careened into the land below. The door had been opened, but Ichigo had to move quickly, before he lost this single opportunity. His eyes scanned the ground below for his target, and he spoke again even as he moved at unthinkable speed toward his target: the Senkaimon.

"Getsuga Tenshou."

One more flash of crimson, and lives certainly lost in the wreckage. But it didn't matter to him. The gateway had been destroyed, and the hell butterflies would hardly be of any use now.