Motohama could feel — with an almost painful clarity — that his "glow," that unique and unrepeatable spark of his existence, had irreversibly fused with the Quincy powers now pulsing within his soul. It wasn't just an essence merging… it was a metamorphosis.
The power that had awakened within him wasn't simply the "Essence of Bleach." Among all its components, the one most compatible wasn't the "Essence of Shinigami," the "Essence of Hollow," or even the "Essence of Yhwach." What had fused with his being was something more… absolute.
"Essence of the Heir Yhwach."
The final legacy — the perfect synthesis of every variation of the Progenitor, accumulated through the infinite echoes of the multiverse.
And with that power came not only strength — but knowledge.
As if the very soul of the King had pulled back the curtains of the cosmos, Motohama saw, understood, and accepted: the Quincy bloodline and the Kusanagi bloodline — both flowing through his veins — were not rivals, but complementary, intertwined so intimately that they had become a single spiritual tapestry.
With a single thought, a window of information regarding the essence opened before his eyes through his "Analysis" ability.
Name:Essence of the Heir Yhwach
Origin:Re:Start
Description:Assume the body, mind, and soul of Yhwach — the Progenitor of the Quincy — in his primordial and complete form, uniting all his multiple manifestations across the infinite multiverses, prior to his fusion with the Soul King.
Every memory, every fragment of knowledge, and every skill acquired by the many variants of Yhwach now reside within you, ready to be summoned and shaped at will. Your essence becomes an absolute compendium of wisdom and power, transcending anything any Quincy ever was — or will be.
The abilities forged from your "Glow" now fuse with your spiritual lineage, expanding your arsenal far beyond traditional pure-blood Quincy techniques. Telepathy, telekinesis, precognition, retrocognition, spiritual perception, astral projection, energy manipulation, mental resistance, psychic empathy, mediumship… all of these are yours, mastered with instinctual precision.
You do not merely possess absolute mastery over the innate disciplines of the Quincy lineage — you now hold full command over every spiritual branch it ever spawned: shamans, onmyoji, exorcists, and other occult orders. Your understanding goes beyond martial dominion; you know and master the processes behind the creation and enhancement of every tool, weapon, and artifact that supports and amplifies Quincy power and its derivatives.
Your spiritual energy, though moderate in its initial form, carries limitless potential, ready to grow exponentially through training, confrontation, or the secret methods you already know by heart. The flow of power within you is like a dammed river, ready to burst forth with fury and majesty.
Every Schrift that was ever created — the gifts Yhwach granted, and those the Sternritter forged for themselves — have now converged within you, just as they did with the Progenitor at the height of his journey. From now on, whenever a new Schrift emerges, it will answer your call, as an extension of your very essence.
However, full access to these powers depends on your evolution: the more you grow, the more Schriften you can manifest simultaneously — and with even greater power and fluidity. Your dominion is directly tied to your ascension.
Among these gifts, you already wield one of the most formidable: The Almighty. Fused with your "Glow," this power expands beyond the original concept, granting you not only clear sight into all possible futures, but also command over the past, instinctive premonitions, astral projection, and such absolute knowledge that any attempt to harm or deceive you becomes utterly futile.
You see, you foresee, you nullify; you become invulnerable to that which you already know — and you know all that you see.
Your mastery over this Schrift is so refined that you can freely alter its aesthetic manifestation, enhancing or rejecting Yhwach's iconic eye mark as you please. The symbol of divinity bends to your will.
Unlike Yhwach, whose transformation of others into Quincy was a ritualistic process bound to soul-touch, you can simply absorb spiritual energy to transform anyone into a Quincy — whenever and however you wish. Yet the classic method remains available to you, should you choose the old traditions.
Additionally, you carry the supreme power of Auswählen, allowing you to forcibly claim and absorb the energy and abilities of any Quincy you've created — as well as their spiritual descendants — feeding on them to grow even more overwhelming. Like an absolute emperor, you decide who ascends and who is consumed.
And just like Yhwach, you may grant Schriften to any Quincy you desire, perpetuating your lineage and strengthening your spiritual empire.
Yet, unlike the original, the weakness that sealed Yhwach's fate — Still Silver — holds no power over you. Your blood and soul have transcended that limitation; you are unbreakable.
Finally, you possess your own personal dimension: an isolated domain, initially shaped as a faithful replica of the legendary Wandenreich — The Invisible Empire. This space grows in size and complexity as your power evolves, becoming a living extension of your will. Though empty at first, it can be inhabited by spirits, creatures, or any form of life you choose to shelter — or subjugate — under your authority.
Its core remains an impenetrable bastion, hidden in the folds of space, invisible to mortal eyes and immune to the assaults of any force bold enough to oppose you. It cannot be found nor breached — unless you allow it.
You are now the Absolute Heir of the Quincy Legacy.
He wasn't the strongest yet.
No… there were monsters in his world — entities of immeasurable power that could crush him like an insect.
But Motohama now had something few of them possessed: knowledge.
Knowledge of the Quincy multiverse, its variations, weaknesses, hidden potential… and above all, the unshakable certainty that he could, if he chose, become unmatched.
He took a deep breath.
The air felt saturated with reishi, and it wrapped around him, brushing his skin like threads of ethereal silk — subtle and affectionate. It wasn't aggressive.
It was an invitation.
Like a silent, complicit flirtation…
The world accepted him — wanted him to accept himself too.
Wanted him to recognize what he had become.
And he did.
Without fear, without hesitation.
Like someone who finally understands the role that was always theirs — but until now, had denied.
Something inside him had died, and something else — colder, clearer, more lethal — had been born in the same instant.
And then… as if the cosmos itself responded to his awakening, images invaded his mind without warning.
Scenes. Places. People… and things.
The space around him seemed to bend gently, as though reality were a sheet of paper being folded at impossible angles. The floor spun, the room vanished, and the sounds of the world were silenced…
When the rotation stopped, he stood in a strange, old-fashioned room, permeated with the faint scent of aged wood and incense. Classical furniture was harmoniously arranged, and in front of him, on a crimson velvet couch, sat a girl with fiery red hair, staring intently at a chessboard, a piece held between her pale fingers.
Her gaze seemed empty, distant… until, for a fleeting second, her eyes glowed with a deep crimson light — like embers hidden beneath ash.
Behind her, standing, another female figure: long black hair like a starless night, eyes equally consumed by a glow… hungry… primal…
For several seconds, both stood frozen, dominated by that visceral instinct, until — almost with physical effort — they regained control.
The redhead inhaled deeply, closing her hand around the chess piece, and asked in a firm voice laced with something indefinable — perhaps fear… or desire:
— Akeno… did you feel that?
The dark-haired girl hesitated, averting her eyes as if afraid to admit what she already knew:
— Yes… I've never felt a presence like that before… It wasn't exactly strong… it made me feel… — the words stumbled, as if she herself didn't want to voice what was in her mind.
Rias tightened her grip on the chess piece, eyes narrowing:
— Hunger… — she murmured, almost inaudibly — For a moment, I… lost myself… I… wanted to find the owner of that presence…
The silence between them was as dense as the reishi-saturated air that enveloped Motohama.
And he, standing there, witnessing that vision as if it were a pre-recorded memory, understood perfectly.
He knew.
He knew what they would do.
He knew what all supernatural beings would do if they found him.
They would devour him.
Some would come for his flesh, his blood…
Others, for his soul.
He remembered — oh, how he remembered — the suffocating feeling of being hunted, like an exotic animal, by monsters eager to tear him apart just to steal his "glow."
To capture him…
Torture him…
And finally, kill him.
All to steal his "vapor," his unique essence.
But now…
Now, with this new power, with the "Essence of All Yhwach" blazing in his soul like a blue star, he knew: the dangers would be even greater.
More numerous.
More ruthless.
Because now, his presence didn't merely attract predators.
It called to them.
His power no longer hid.
It was a beacon.
A silent scream in the night, echoing through the spiritual world:
"Here I am. Come."
And they would come…
Oh, yes…
They will come.