"You actually managed to hurt me..."
Old Man Yamamoto looked calmly at the sparks smoldering on the edge of his clothes.
Just moments ago, he had failed to block a powerful counterattack.
"Impressive, human boy."
He looked at Nanaya again. This time, a flicker of battle excitement appeared in his eyes. His spiritual pressure (Reiatsu) surged higher and higher, becoming increasingly intense.
"Really?"
Nanaya smirked, licking the corner of his mouth.
"What an honor!"
In the blink of an eye, they both charged forward at once—Yamamoto swinging his sword, Nanaya fighting with a round fan. Their speed was astonishing.
ClangClangClang...
The sounds of metal clashing rang out non-stop.
Each collision shook the ground and sent waves of heat around them. The roaring flames nearby were so intense they nearly turned the battlefield into molten lava.
In just one second, they had already exchanged hundreds of blows.
Shinigami watching from afar were frozen in disbelief. No one expected Nanaya to go toe-to-toe with the Captain-Commander.
"It's that round fan!"
Kyoraku Shunsui narrowed his eyes, speaking seriously:"That fan is deflecting both the Captain's flames and Reiatsu. It's even managing to reflect his attacks. They're fighting now using only pure sword techniques."
The other Shinigami began to understand and muttered in awe:
"That fan is terrifying... It can even counter the Captain's fire."
"Basically, it weakens the power of Ryūjin Jakka to the point where the Captain is forced to fight using only swordsmanship."
"But even so, the Captain still has the upper hand. In pure sword combat, Nanaya can't beat him..."
Hearing the whispers in the distance, Nanaya couldn't take it anymore. He shouted angrily:
"Are you all blind!? This old man isn't using pure swordsmanship! He's just brute-forcing everything!"
The Uchiha fan he held could reflect any spiritual-based attacks.
But Yamamoto had cleverly channeled his spiritual power directly into his blade. Every swing came down like a collapsing mountain.
This wasn't a duel of finesse—it was overwhelming force, plain and simple.
After barely one minute of exchanging blows, Nanaya's arm had gone numb. He could hardly hold onto the fan.
Some of the Shinigami flinched awkwardly at his words.
Kyoraku Shunsui let out a dry cough, not bothering to argue—because Nanaya was right. That was his teacher's usual way of fighting.
Overwhelming force.
It didn't matter if his opponent had thousands of techniques or strange abilities. With thousands of years of spiritual power and Ryūjin Jakka, Yamamoto would simply smash through it all.
It was a brutally straightforward fighting style, and Kyoraku himself had suffered because of it many times.
But the sad truth was—it worked.
Unohana Retsu, holding her Zanpakutō, let out a quiet scoff.
"This damn guy... He's exactly the same as he was centuries ago. Nothing's changed."
She remembered her own battle with Yamamoto long ago. When he realized he couldn't match her skill with the sword, he'd simply unleashed overwhelming Reiatsu and brought out Ryūjin Jakka to overpower her.
That was why she never fought him again.
Because, honestly, his style had no elegance. Just raw, crushing power.
After taking multiple hits, Nanaya finally stepped back. His eyes shifted from the purple Rinnegan to a bright red glow.
"Amaterasu!"
"Flame Control!"
The Mangekyō Sharingan's unique power erupted.
Black flames—undying and intense—swept across the battlefield like a tidal wave. These flames burned at over 6,000 degrees Celsius, creating a terrifying black sea of fire.
Yamamoto paused, stunned.
"You're using fire against me!?"
(TLnote-charizard vs charmander??)
As the wielder of the strongest flame-based Zanpakutō, no one had ever dared challenge him with fire.
With a casual swing of his sword, Yamamoto's own roaring flames surged forward, devouring the black blaze. But even after being swallowed, the black fire continued to burn within.
"Huh?"
Yamamoto's eyes widened.
This strange black flame refused to be extinguished. It had even begun to feed on his flames as fuel—burning them instead.
Flames that could consume other flames... it was terrifying.
Qiye shook out his numb hands, eyes fixed on the black flame burning inside Yamamoto's fire. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and shouted:
"Flame Control!"
The black flame of Amaterasu instantly shifted, transforming into several black javelins that flew toward Yamamoto.
The old man's eyes narrowed. Instinctively, he stepped back—but quickly caught himself and raised his sword to strike.
"You're one step too late!"Qiye smirked.
Thud!
One of the black flame javelins pierced Yamamoto's right arm, and the cursed flame ignited his sleeve.
"Hmph!"
A flash of anger passed through Yamamoto's eyes. He snorted coldly and released a surge of Reiatsu far beyond a typical captain's. The intense spiritual pressure snuffed out the supposedly eternal black flames.
Qiye clicked his tongue in disbelief."Tch... that's insane. Even Amaterasu, the inextinguishable flame, was burned out by sheer Reiatsu…"
The old man truly was the strongest in the entire Soul Society.
Qiye had hoped that Flame Control would at least injure Yamamoto seriously.
But the result? Just a small burn.
Still, what Qiye didn't realize was that this tiny injury made every watching Shinigami widen their eyes in shock.
Kyoraku Shunsui was especially stunned. His jaw dropped open.
In all his years, he couldn't remember a time when the Captain-Commander had ever been hurt—not even once.
Usually, the moment Yamamoto got serious, even the strongest enemies would be reduced to ashes with one strike.
Taking a deep breath, Qiye quickly retreated. At the same time, he pulled out the Hōgyoku and hurled it toward Yamamoto.
"Hey, old man! Here's a treasure for you!"
As the glowing blue orb flew through the air, someone hiding in the shadows suddenly tensed.
They saw the Hōgyoku... and the captain in front of it... and their eyes lit up with urgency.
That orb couldn't be allowed to fall into Yamamoto's hands.
Yamamoto, furious and ignoring Qiye's taunt, swung his sword toward the Hōgyoku to destroy it.
But just then, a calm voice echoed from not far away:
"Bakudō No. 81: Splitting Void!"
The spell, cast without chanting, activated instantly. In less than a second, a transparent wall formed in the air.
Yamamoto's sword struck the invisible barrier, cracking it—but it didn't break.
Then, the same voice continued casting more spells:
"Bakudō No. 63: Locking Bars!""Bakudō No. 75: Five Pillars of Iron!""Hadō No. 90: Black Coffin!"
Three high-level Kidō spells were unleashed in rapid succession.
First, Yamamoto was bound by glowing golden chains. Then, five giant iron pillars crashed down from above, pinning him in place. Finally, a massive dark box—Black Coffin—enclosed him completely.
And all of it happened in a matter of seconds.
"What!?"
The watching Shinigami captains were stunned. They all turned toward the source of the spells.
"Aizen!!!"
Hitsugaya Tōshirō's eyes widened."You're supposed to be dead!"
He had clearly seen Aizen's body back in the 5th Division.
"Tch."Qiye clicked his tongue.He had also checked the body earlier. But clearly, that guy was never dead.
Aizen had used the ability of Kyōka Suigetsu to fake his death with a perfect illusion.
That kind of power was deadly against Seireitei's Shinigami—but it couldn't fool someone like Qiye, who possessed the Rinnegan.
Aizen didn't explain himself. Without a word, he rushed straight toward the floating Hōgyoku at incredible speed.
Everything today had gone off-script.
The Captain-Commander hadn't been lured away as planned, and now the Hōgyoku was right in front of him thanks to Qiye.
And that old man was a monster.
While moving, Aizen glanced briefly at Qiye.
This guy had ruined everything.
Just as Aizen was about to grab the Hōgyoku, the shattered pieces of the Black Coffin exploded in a burst of heat and flames.
Yamamoto, wreathed in fire, walked out of the burning wreckage and glared at Aizen coldly.
"Aizen, what are you trying to do?"
The old man, with centuries of wisdom and instinct, sensed something was wrong the moment he saw Aizen alive.
He didn't hesitate—he slashed his sword straight at him.
But to the other Shinigami watching, Yamamoto's swing looked completely off—like he was cutting at empty air.
"The power to control all five senses…"
Qiye muttered quietly.
Hearing this, every Shinigami nearby turned pale. None of them had realized Aizen's Zanpakutō had such an overpowered ability.
Even the Captain-Commander had fallen under its influence.
Aizen was momentarily shaken—he hadn't expected Qiye to know his ability.
But he didn't stop. He reached out, ready to grab the floating Hōgyoku.
At that moment, from far away, the last remaining Tendō Pain stretched out a hand and said:
"Universal Pull!"
(TLnote-and i still cant pull anyone)
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