The nobles were stunned into silence—still trying to process how a man who looked like he should be eating shaved ice with his girlfriend just made the entire Tsunayashiro accusation feel like child's play.
Sora, having settled back in the chair with a shit-eating grin, twirled a reishi thread around his finger like a yo-yo.
"Let me guess, next I am going to be accused of ripping the limbs of the soul king, turning him into a puppet and making him into a linchpin of the 3 world....oh wait..."
The nobles didn't laugh. They glared, they seemed a bit tense.
As if they didn't know that this boy knew this.
A voice boomed from one of the elder nobles, Lord Danzou of the Kyogoku clan, a crusty fossil barely holding himself upright with spiritual prosthetics and an ego.
"Your mouth runs rampant, QUINCY. And while your power may grant you arrogance, do not forget the laws of Soul Society remain absolute."
Sora's brow furrowed. The way the man said "Quincy" sounded like he was saying a slur—like a Southern man seeing any other ethnicity other than white.
Or like Hispanic people when they see Black people... sometimes they spam that word more than actual Black people... wonder why.
"You have been seen," Lord Danzou continued, "interacting with Quincy—beyond your lineage. Hosting them. Encouraging dialogue. Some believe you've been plotting with them."
"I mean yeah, some Quincy did visit me, and I hosted them, no biggie about it," he said, shrugging a bit as if this wasn't a big deal.
"So you admit to colluding with the Quincy?" The accusation was crazy.
"Quick question—so let's say, some people decided to wipe out your whole race. Then one day, you find survivors. Will you A, help them, or B, not help them?" Sora said dryly, looking at the old man.
"This does not excuse your actions. You should ha—"
"I should have what, reported them back to Soul Society? The fuck y'all think I am, a loyal lapdog? Why would I, in good conscience, hand over Quincy to Soul Society when y'all have people like Mayuri around?" Sora said calmly.
"Mayuri is a captain of the Gotei 13. Slander to his name shall not be tolerated."
"On your soul he was a good person?"
As those words left the man's mouth... he was about to answer, yet he found himself vanished. Chains of Hell grabbed him, before his soul was tossed into Hell.
"So... anyone else really want to put that shit on their soul?" Sora's voice was calm.
"What did you do to him, you Quincy?"
"This is blatant violation of our rules! Arrest him!" another barked. Sora just yawned.
"I did nothing really. You said he was a good guy. I simply put it on his soul. If Mayuri was such a good person... he would be here with us right now. Now let's play a little game... on y'all soul—if I had reported them back, you would never do something inhuman to those Quincy and justify it later..."
"That's enough," Yamamoto would say fiercely. This farce had gone on long enough—and partly because if it had gone on, all the council would die... you know, since they were half-vanishing already.
"Sora Ishida. What happened to the council member?" Sora could tell the old man, in fact, didn't want to ask this. This was just formality.
"...Where every captain goes when they die..."
"....I... see..." Not many people in the room understood this. As far as they knew, when a captain died, their body just returned back into the cycle.
Well, only a select few knew.
So far, it was light. He could handle it—as long as they didn't do anything stupid, like threatening Uryū or something, he was fine.
Another noble added sharply, "Including the Ryūken boy—and the Ishida heir, Uryū."
That's when Sora's grin... stopped.
Just like that, silence.
The yo-yo of light unraveled, fizzled. The air stilled.
Sora didn't speak. He simply stood up.
The air itself held its breath.
Soul Society—erased.
Not destroyed. Not hidden.
Unwritten.
The only thing that remained was the Council Hall, suspended like a condemned relic in the blackness of nullspace. No wind. No gravity. Just pressure—the kind of pressure that suffocates gods.
And at the center of it stood Sora.
He wasn't angry.
He wasn't yelling.
He was done.
Above him, the Adaptation Wheel spun slowly, its rings layered like celestial machinery, inscribed with a thousand languages long dead. Behind him, ethereal butterfly wings unfurled—each wing dotted with an eerie eye that blinked independently, as if reality itself was watching.
His once-boyish face was now sharp. Ancient. His four-pupiled gaze burned through them.
One noble stammered, "W-Where is Soul Society...?"
Sora tilted his head.
"Oh. It's gone."
He smiled again. That same joyless, cold smirk.
"I erased it. Matter of fact..."
He leaned forward, whispering:
"It never existed."
—And that was when panic began.
Like a virus spreading across their minds, the concept of Soul Society started to fade. They remembered defending something. They remembered ruling something. But they couldn't remember what.
The name "Soul Society" began slipping from their tongues like fog.
One elder screamed, "Wh-What's happening?!"
Another collapsed to his knees, clutching his skull. "I don't remember... I don't remember where I was born... I don't remember my wife's name—!"
Sora simply stood there, unmoving.
"Cute trick, right? Memory-warp. Reality rewrite. Took me a while to get the hang of it," he mused casually.
Then came the most dreaded question:
"...W-What the hell are you?"
Sora looked genuinely pleased. "Glad you asked."
He stepped forward. His wings flared outward—each eye fixated on the council.
"While fighting Aizen, I realized something. The man wasn't just strong—he was a walking concept. A pseudo-Soul King."
"No matter how hard I adapted, I couldn't touch him."
He raised his hand again—layers of translucent, divine coding laced his fingers.
"So, to beat a Soul King..."
He gestured to himself.
"You become one."
A moment of silence passed.
"B-But that's..." one noble croaked, horrified.
"Impossible."
"Blasphemy."
"Unnatural—!"
"Oh no, it's very natural," Sora said, sarcasm razor-sharp. "I just had a better evolution."
He turned, pacing like a bored god among insects.
"To be honest, I never planned any of this. I came here to hear you spew your usual noble bullshit and go back to living my quiet-ass life."
He paused.
"But you—"
His voice darkened.
"—you had the gall to threaten my little brother."
The word brother struck with divine weight. The nobles could feel it—his bond with Uryū wasn't just familial. It was cosmic. Sacred.
"You threatened Uryū Ishida."
His tone dropped.
"Unforgivable."
One elder tried to puff up, tried to regain control. "You can't keep us here! Bring back Soul Society immediately! We are the pillars of balance—!"
"Oh?" Sora raised a brow. "You still think you have a say?"
He raised his hand, and with it, reality bent again.
Each noble was suddenly yanked into a vision—a personal nightmare, tailored to them.
"Oh by the way, you have a skip button."
As he muttered those words, all of the captains present could, in fact, see a skip button. If they so wished, they would be fast-forwarded to after this was done.
But you know, curiosity killed the cat—and they wanted to see how corrupt the nobles were, and how far Sora would take it.
They watched and had to live through every second of it:
Every soul they'd ever condemned to unjust death.
Every child they orphaned through classist policies.
Every experiment, execution, silencing of dissent.
Each noble experienced the pain they caused, second by second, soul by soul, through their victims' eyes.
The howling began. Screams of regret. Agony. Madness.
And then—Sora whispered.
"Now... Kill yourself."
A few resisted. A few tried to plead. One even reached for their Zanpakutō again—
But time remained frozen.
Judgment was absolute.
Yamamoto's voice finally broke through the void.
"That's enough, Sora."
He stood beside the boy, eyes heavy with burden, beard trembling from the weight of centuries.
"They have suffered."
Sora didn't look at him.
"No."
Yamamoto's eyes narrowed. "This path leads only to ruin."
Sora turned, eyes gleaming like twin suns of despair.
"You know what else leads to ruin?"
He snapped his fingers.
A future vision ignited in the air.
A possible future.
Uryū—chained, beaten, bleeding, in a hollow dungeon beneath Soul Society. The nobles laughing. Torturing him. Calling it "cleansing."
Yamamoto clenched his jaw.
Sora whispered, "This... this is the future if I do nothing."
He turned back to the nobles—most already broken, weeping, one even clawing at their own face in horror.
"Apparently becoming the Soul King means seeing a lot of shit I don't want to see. I am like a premium voyeur now."
"Every path where you live... leads to more death."
One by one, the nobles began to comply. Some screamed. Some were silent. Some—simply let go.
And when the final soul collapsed—
Sora clapped his hands.
Light engulfed the hall.
The void unraveled.
The sky returned. The sun shone. Birds chirped.
As if nothing had ever happened.
Sora stood outside the Council Hall, sighing.
"Pocket dimension," he muttered to himself. "Didn't actually destroy the place."
He looked up at the sky, almost bored.
"Heh?"
"I mean, why would I? Rukia lives here. Do you know how hard it would be to explain that to her? Like come on."
So it wasn't because of the countless innocent people who may have lost their lives... no, it was because of Rukia. And also—
"Plus a lot of people here owe me money... Like Tōshirō, Shinji, Renji, Rangiku..."
Shinji's brow furrowed. He only borrowed a couple thousand yen... he would be fine.
Sora walked up with his contract to Shinji.
"Anyway, here's the bill."
As Shinji gazed at it... the shock of what had happened vanished as he noticed the amount of zeroes.
"10... billion yen..."
Sora had an innocent smile on his face.
"...Aren't you like a Soul King? Isn't money like worthless to you..." Shinji said wryly.
"While yes, it is... it's more about the principle. Even if you owed me 5 bucks, I would have wanted it back... even 50 Cent." Shit.
Sora then felt Kenny's bloodlust... for real.
He really wanted to box. Even after all of that.
A/N...as for anyone wondering, why not any major reaction to Sora reality that shit, one, Sora wasn't subtle about it, his reality warping had been detected a while back.
2/ His explanation make sense, and fell in line with what they knew his power was, against Yamamoto, he simply evolve to become immune to fire and get stronger, granted that was a clone, but still.
3/ Soul Society 100% had every info about him look up, he is quite a powerhouse, so the Vizard probably explain how his ability work.
4/ They got their ass handed to them by Aizen, even Squad zero got their shit rekt, yet, Sora defeated the guy.
5/ Caillou with Headsent dent, had informed Yamamoto of the boy high affinity toward the soul king.
6/ S/N, give them all the reason you want, you just didn't want to write that shit, Amazon messing you up real good.
FUCK Off.
S/N you should really finish your Keitaro story, only have like 3 chapter left, maximum.
Anyway Tldr, Author didn't want to write reaction, but if you do want it.
Lesbian in denial, will be shocked and stun, and would take a while to process, will view him as a threat.
Chocalte queen, heh, Kisuke probably told her already.
Old man with no fap hand, heh.
Dude who many people wish to fuck his Zanpakuto...yes...you..Hippo....he just wish to drink some Sake.
Puppy man, heh, he is all about justice, he probably wouldn't be to much against it.
Future mcdonal worker.....@Shinji_is_him
…Know exactly who that is....
The Bimbo, its aight.
Ice boy probably more worried about his debt more than anything.
Kenny want a fade.
Period blood user probably also want a fade.
If I miss anyone they probably Irelevant.....
Deuce.