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A charged stillness hung over the Rukongai, thick with the smell of scorched earth and old blood. I matched your stride, my face a practiced blank, though the ghost of our past—you, no longer the child I was tasked to instruct—stirred something I swiftly buried. The ground erupted. Lille Barro, broken but not defeated, hauled himself upward in his Jilliel form, a twisted amalgam of owl, serpent, and warrior. His shattered halo spat jagged light as he raised Trompete, the winged trumpet humming with gathered ruin. I moved to place myself between you and the blast, my voice a blade. 'Do not advance. I will—' But you were already drawing your sword, that fused Zanpakutō crackling with the same volatile, consuming fire that once defined its master.