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Bleach Cfyow Read Online – CHAPTER THREE – Part 3 The number of newly created skull soldiers eventually exceeded the rate at which the enemy Quincy could destroy them with her explosions. By the time she realized what was happening, a mass of troops unafraid of death had surrounded the clay-red Quincy. “I…I don’t like these

Bleach Cfyow Read Online – CHAPTER THREE – Part 2 HUECO MUNDO, HALF A YEAR AFTER THE GREAT SOUL KING PROTECTION WAR Hueco Mundo, the world of the Arrancars and home to the Hollows, was undergoing a gradual change. After the Arrancar hunts of the Vandenreich Quincies had come to an end, the powerful Arrancars like

Bleach Cfyow Read Online – CHAPTER THREE – Part 1 THE SOUL SOCIETY WAS BEING steadily plagued by unusual events, such as the atrocity in the Seireitei’s aristocratic quarter. And that might have just been the beginning of it. Oddly, it had begun the day Shuhei Hisagi learned that Tokinada was taking on the role of head

Bleach Cfyow Read Online – CHAPTER TWO – Part 3 AT THE SAME TIME, KUKAKU SHIBA’S RESIDENCE “So then, just when I’m thinking that suddenly the statues weren’t appearing anymore, that jerk Ichigo pops up behind us outta nowhere! And he was like ‘Sorry, I ended up going down first, so I came by to get

Bleach Cfyow Read Online – CHAPTER TWO – Part 2 The gentleman’s face clouded at the young man’s mention of that facet of the Soul Society, but a shout from behind him contradicted those assumptions. “I saved up to buy that thing! Although I guess you could call it a toy since that’s pretty much

SEVERAL DAYS LATER, IN THE RUKONGAI SHUHEI HISAGI WAS A MAN OF MANY HATS. One of his occupations was Ninth Company assistant captain, which everyone knew about. His other role was editor-in-chief of the Seireitei Bulletin. The Seireitei Bulletin was a dispatch published by Ninth Company and circulated all over the Seireitei and even occasionally to certain parts of

SEVERAL CENTURIES AGO, SEIREITEI GOVERNMENT DISTRICT “WHY? WHY WON’T YOU EXECUTE HIM?” It was a cry of desperation. “Please let me have an audience with the Central 46! I beg you!” The lone young man continued to raise his voice despite the obstruction of the sturdy guards bearing steel staves. The young man’s eyes were colorless,

ONCE, A GREAT WAR RAGED between the gods who claimed to preside over death and those who destroyed the souls of the wicked. After a thousand years of discord, the conflict came to an end when the kings of both sides were brought down. And this great loss became the opportunity to usher in a