Chapter 82: I Am Invincible!

With everything in place—shop thriving, uniforms in production—Yamabuki Haruto turned to perfecting his Vollständig, a life-saving trump card. Its incomplete state risked catastrophic bodily damage, usable only in dire moments. To refine it, he’d shamelessly stolen samples of Kirinji Tenjirō’s White Bone Hell and Blood Pool Hell springs.

In his underground training ground, Haruto stripped, closed his eyes, and began absorbing reishi. Soul Society’s reishi density paled compared to Hueco Mundo but surpassed the living world. Soon, he hit his absorption limit—any more risked uncontrolled damage, like overloading a circuit.

“Slow and steady,” he muttered, pacing his reishi intake. A tearing pain ripped through his back, blood spurting as light wings unfurled, signaling his Vollständig’s activation. Power surged, godlike, but his cells strained under the load. In Hueco Mundo, he’d chased Baraggan for an hour, nearly collapsing. Now, his body teetered on the edge again.

He deactivated Vollständig, blood oozing from his eyes, nose, and mouth. He collapsed into the replicated White Bone Hell spring, its purging heat mending him in minutes. The strain correlates with duration. Longer Vollständig use meant greater damage. If I train my cells, can they handle more? Like muscles growing stronger.

But Shinigami, Quincy, and Hollows all had biological limits. Haruto’s relentless training pushed his cells to their ceiling—thirty seconds of Vollständig before collapse. “A thirty-second man?” he groaned, eyeing the springs. Useless.

He recalled Aizen’s use of the Hōgyoku to shatter limits. My body’s a feast I can’t finish—torture. His captain-level reiatsu growth had slowed, stalling progress.

The next day, at the Gotei 13 cafeteria, Haruto, sporting dark circles, stared at a teacup. Increase reiatsu, no matter how. A Shinigami’s body, made of reishi, could theoretically grow infinitely with enough reiatsu. With top-tier reiatsu, I’d crush Yhwach in Vollständig.

“Brother Haruto, food not good? Can I have it?” Sasakibe Chōjirō reached with chopsticks. Haruto swatted his head. “Stealing my food? Bold!”

“Let me ask you,” Haruto said, pointing at the teacup. “How do you pour one pot of tea into three cups?”

Chōjirō grabbed three cups, filling each. “Brain teaser?” he grinned.

Haruto froze, eyes wide. That’s it! No need to stretch one cup’s capacity—just use more cups. Old phones had tiny memory, solved by memory cards. Why not a “memory card” for his body?

Back in his underground lair, Haruto drew Silver Angel. A Zanpakutō channels a Shinigami’s power; his manipulated space. In Vollständig, that power amplified. He created two microscopic spatial pockets, funneling absorbed reishi into them. Since they were extensions of his ability, they were part of him. At peak reishi density, he activated Vollständig.

It worked. The pockets bore the strain, not his body. By diverting a sliver of reiatsu to sustain them, he could maintain Vollständig indefinitely. “Hahaha! I’m invincible!” he roared, wings blazing.