Shinigami in the Ninja World

Bazz-B laughed wildly, his mouth wide open as he raised his medallion high.

He had thought... this calm-looking boy would be smart. But now, it seemed he was quite foolish.

Chanting words with a high and confident tone, the medallion glowed with a blue light. Yet as the wind blew and the clouds shifted, the technique that should have worked... had no effect.

Tōshirō Hitsugaya squinted at his sword, his eyes indifferent. "If I didn’t have complete confidence, why would I use 'Bankai'?"

"Your ability to steal 'Bankai'... it’s useless now. It’s been neutralized!"

Bazz-B snorted, carelessly tossing the medallion, watching it roll into a crack between the stones and disappear. "No wonder. I was wondering why you were so recklessly confident. It only took a few days, and you’ve already found a way to break this ability."

Tōshirō narrowed his eyes, shaking his head coldly. "Reckless? I don’t know how you reached that conclusion. Is it because we look so beaten?"

Bazz-B tilted his head, a cocky grin spreading across his face. "Isn’t that enough?"

"But we only 'look' beaten." Tōshirō swung his sword, and the skies responded. Dark clouds gathered, cold winds blew, and in the blink of an eye, moisture froze into crystals, falling like pale snow. Four ice flowers bloomed behind him. "You’ve been planning for a thousand years, while we knew nothing about you. Isn’t it only natural that we’d be a bit overwhelmed?"