BOOM!!!
Berci's words fell. Violent spiritual particle currents erupted from his body, instantly shooting skyward!
Next moment, massive purple thunderclouds appeared overhead like suspended clouds.
Pure lightning storm currents... forming clouds!
Simultaneously, nine purple lightning bolts descended from the cloud's edges, instantly striking around him!
This moment, Berci's spiritual pressure surged to new heights!!
Above, dark clouds began gathering, instantly transforming the clear sky!
Seeing this, Yamamoto's pupils contracted sharply. His eyes darkened immediately.
But Berci kept laughing maniacally, spreading his arms wide as he stared at Yamamoto—
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
"Hey hey, Head Captain... nostalgic, right?!"
"I heard you old geezer haven't used Bankai in nearly a thousand years?!"
"Well, now you've got another chance to show off! You should thank me!!"
Purple thunderstorms exploded around Berci. Everything they touched shattered!
Watching this, Hisagi froze completely. His breathing stopped involuntarily.
Staring at those nine oppressive purple lightning bolts, his heart trembled—
This... this is... Lieutenant Sasakibe's Bankai...?!
Spiritual pressure this overwhelming...!
Besides Captain Segawa's Candle Dragon and Captain Hitsugaya's Hyōrinmaru... there's actually...
Another Zanpakutō that controls weather...!!
As shock filled him, Berci grinned viciously and swung his hand!
"Die, old man!!!"
BOOM!!!
Extremely violent purple thunderstorms exploded instantly, surging forward, completely engulfing Yamamoto's entire body!!
Seeing this, Hisagi's heart jumped—
"Head... Head Captain?!"
The purple thunderstorm poured down like a mountain flood, wrapping around Yamamoto, exploding continuously without end, seemingly destroying everything!
But several moments later, Yamamoto still made no move.
Berci stirred internally, then narrowed his eyes, shouting—
"Hey...! What's wrong, old man?!"
"Hit by your subordinate's Bankai with no strength left to counter?!"
"Say something! Hey—"
Berci scowled, shouting with irritation.
From the moment he became a Sternritter, he knew this Head Captain held the title 'Strongest Soul Reaper.'
Though two years ago, that title was taken by that 'Special War Power' Segawa Shigure.
But that didn't stop the Wandenreich from treating him as their strongest enemy.
And Berci wanted to display his power here, gaining His Majesty's favor.
However, His Majesty's Royal Guard had already gone personally for Segawa Shigure, meaning...
If he could defeat Yamamoto here, then...
Just as he thought halfway, a roar suddenly burst from within the thunderstorm—
"CHŌJIRŌ!!!"
?!
The shout came. Berci's heart stirred. Then he grinned again, sneering—
"Hey, what's this... so you can still talk... old man..."
"Then stop babbling and use your Bankai already, then obediently..."
"DIE!!!"
His words fell. Berci swung his hand again. The thunderstorm around Yamamoto intensified dramatically!
Watching the exploding spiritual pressure and lightning, Berci laughed wildly—
"HA!! You immortal bastard must be suffering badly?!!"
But then, Yamamoto slowly lowered his head. Despite the thunderstorm bombardment, he stood unmoved, speaking gravely to himself—
"Chōjirō... you must be furious right now..."
"Your fury... I understand..."
"Because the Bankai you refined... could never... could never..."
"BE ONLY THIS LEVEL!!!"
At those final words, Yamamoto suddenly roared!
Next moment, the purple thunderstorm was driven away before his erupting spiritual pressure!!
?!!
Berci's pupils contracted violently. Before he could react, Yamamoto swiftly raised his hand!
BOOM!!!
Ryūjin Jakka slashed out. Searing flames instantly struck toward him!!
Though Berci activated full Blut Vene the moment he sensed Yamamoto's attack—
But... this level of defense... before Ryūjin Jakka was... utterly useless!
BOOM!!!
Crimson flames surged like dragons, completely engulfing Berci.
He had no time to flee, no time to scream. Those scorching flames instantly burned his body, skin, bones—everything to ash!!
Kōkō Gonryō Rikyū, which had just changed the weather, vanished instantly from losing its wielder!
The bone-burning flames subsided. Yamamoto stood holding his blade with one hand.
Long moments later, he finally lowered his sword slightly, closing his heavy eyes.
Burn...
Now... I can finally... mourn you...
Chōjirō...
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