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Ayumu didn't waste any time and attacked Urahara directly with Zanka no Tachi. The assassin seemed to have been taken by surprise at Ayumu's prompt assault, and the blade pierced him, setting him ablaze for a brief instant before Urahara crumbled into ash.

But then Zanka no Tachi also disintegrated, and Ayumu stared at the hand where it'd been in complete disbelief. "What…?"

Urahara reappeared a short distance away, completely unharmed. "Chihari, Shinkō Maōhi!"

Too late, Ayumu noticed he was standing on a puddle of blood, and bloody lances speared through his legs and knees, eliciting a cry of pain. "How?!"

"Are you aware that there was a Hollow that had the ability to destroy any Zanpakutō that touched it?" Urahara asked, his eyes glittering with satisfaction. "After I learned that such an ability existed, I knew I had to replicate it as my ultimate trump card against any Shinigami. I was only able to get it working recently, however. But once I did, it was almost too easy to modify a few select gigai so I myself would not have to get stabbed. I'll have to apologize to Yamamoto later, but now we can attack you without our own weapons being destroyed."

Ayumu let out a bloody grin. "I see. So it's specific to Zanpakutō?" And with that, he turned Asahi no Kagami on the hardened blood lances and shattered them. His wounds began to heal quickly, and he raised his free hand to the sky and snapped his fingers.

All of a sudden, a hailstorm of weapons hurled out of the sky. Urahara looked at them before his expression twisted into a mischievous smile. "Ayatsuru, Shinkō Maōhi." The blood that had fallen to the ground suddenly shot back up to the sky, and strings of blood connected to the handles of all the weapons, connecting to Urahara's free hand. "Why, thank you for the lovely gifts, Ayumu," Urahara told him with a mischievous grin as the weapons halted in midair before turning their points back against Ayumu. "Sadly, I'm quite happy with Shinkō Maōhi. Here, I insist you take them back."

And then the weapons flew at Ayumu, who waited for them to get close before simply stomping the desert sand below him, causing an enormous section of it to rise up and catch all the weapons before falling back to where it had been. "If you insist," Ayumu agreed demurely. "I suppose I'll just need to give them back to their original owners." At those words, thousands, tens of thousands of Togabito began rising from the desert, stretching out as far as the eye could see.

Urahara laughed aloud. "Oh, you shouldn't have!" he cried out in apparent delight. "How thoughtful!"

Ayumu's smile froze on his face. That was not an anticipated response.

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