Chapter 75: Hell of Bones and Pool of Blood

Kirinji Tenjirō worked frantically, Kaido useless against Yamabuki Haruto’s fading vitality. He stabilized Haruto’s condition, but barely. “No choice. I’ll use the experimental treatment.” He pressed a button, revealing a tunnel beneath the clinic floor. Carrying Haruto, he descended.

Two hot springs glowed below: one white, one red. The “White Bone Hell” purged damaged reiatsu and tissue; the “Blood Pool Hell” restored blood, flesh, and reiatsu. Cycling between them could heal any injury. Haruto’s organs were nearly destroyed, his cells necrotic. Three days of alternating soaks rebuilt him.

Haruto awoke, warm in the red spring. “Still alive? Lucky me.” He touched his face—no scars. Before he could relax, Kirinji punched him. “Slept enough? Crawl to the red pool! I haven’t slept in three days saving you!”

Haruto blinked, realizing he was in the legendary White Bone Hell and Blood Pool Hell. Kirinji’s got tricks. “Three days?”

“What enemy did this to you?” Kirinji asked, curious. “Torture wouldn’t cause this.”

“Curiosity kills,” Haruto said weakly. Vollständig’s cost was brutal—worse than Letzt Stil’s power loss, unlike Yhwach’s later refined version. I nearly killed myself.

“You’re lucky I developed these springs,” Kirinji said. “Or you’d be ashes. Don’t push it again—I’m exhausted. Alternate baths, but don’t overdo the Blood Pool; it’ll kill your cells. You know medicine, figure it out.” He left, drained.

Haruto scooped the water. “This is neat. I’ll bug Kirinji for the recipe later—Squad Zero’s loss is my gain.” He grinned, justifying it as team progress.

After three days, his body and reiatsu hit their peak, stronger than when he fought Baraggan. Every brush with death unlocks potential. His Shikai and incomplete Vollständig were gains from Hueco Mundo, though the latter needed work. Absorb reishi until it breaks you, gain power, then shatter. Like overfilling a cup. He needed a way to hold more without breaking.

Climbing from the spring, Haruto found no clothes. He ascended to the clinic, finding a crowd—nearly all Gotei 13 captains, including Shihōin Chihiro and Saitō Furofushi.

“You look lively!” Chihiro smiled.

“No missing parts!” Haruto grinned.

“Pervert!” Saitō kicked his stomach. “Naked? I’ll get a stye!”

“You said you’d beat me in three seconds when we met,” Haruto shot back, clutching his gut. “Bet I can pin you now!”

“Dream on!” Saitō stomped his stomach, clad in clogs. Haruto sighed—barefoot or in stockings would’ve been better. Stockings don’t exist here yet. Could I make a fortune? His mind wandered to markets, not mischief.

First, the pint-sized captain. She’s cocky. Time to school her. Kirinji tossed him clothes. Dressed, Haruto followed the group to the training ground.

“Three seconds?” Saitō scoffed, gripping her Zanpakutō.

Haruto smirked, sinister. She’s never faced Silver Angel. “Fair warning—my new Sekienton’s poisonous. Don’t touch it.” He readied his saber, plotting a trick.