Yamabuki took out a black Hell Butterfly and notified Unohana, who was still upstream.
"Unohana, I've run into a small problem here. The squad members were robbed and beaten up by the robber! I'm going to check out the situation now. You be careful on your end." Yamabuki said.
Unohana's eyebrow raised slightly. Her squad members were robbed? Who was so bold?
"Okay, you be careful." Unohana said.
Yamabuki activated Shunpo and quickly ran in the direction of that spiritual pressure. A minute or two later, he had already reached the location.
This was a very dense grove of trees. Yamabuki stood on a treetop, looking down to see a bald man, holding roasted meat in his left hand and fine wine in his right, eating and drinking, with a large watermelon strapped to his back!
You really know how to eat! The meat and wine aren't expensive, but this watermelon is incredibly expensive! And you specifically picked the valuable stuff!
Just wait until I beat you until your face blooms like peach blossoms!
Yamabuki swooped down from above, directly rushing downwards, his hand reaching for the bald man's back, targeting that watermelon!
The bald man felt a chilling wind on his back and quickly used Shunpo to dodge. Yamabuki's five fingers directly pierced into a large tree in front of him. With a gentle tear, his fingers cut the tree in half!
The bald man stuffed all the meat into his mouth, then swallowed it whole, staring at the young man in front of him and asking, "Where did this brat come from? Don't disturb my meal!"
Yamabuki sneered: "You're eating well, but I'm not happy at all. The food you're eating is mine!"
The bald man not only devoured the meat in one bite but also guzzled down the wine before slowly saying, "So those brats are your subordinates! A general is only as good as his soldiers, and since those brats are so weak, you can't be much better. Get lost, I don't feel like killing anyone today!"
As the bald man spoke, he bared his teeth in a smile, revealing a mouth full of gleaming gold teeth.
His smile was particularly ferocious, reminding Yamabuki of an old fighting manga he'd read called 'Baki the Grappler'; this bald man bore a resemblance to the martial arts god Doppo Orochi from that series.
"Chasing or not, robbing within the Gotei 13's territory is a capital offense! Since you refuse to repent, I'll cut open your belly and retrieve all the wine and meat you've eaten!" Yamabuki casually drew his sword, and the bald man's grin widened.
Although this bald man didn't like killing, he loved to fight! He hadn't had enough fun fighting those ordinary Squad Thirteen members before, so he hoped for a tougher opponent this time!
Yamabuki's body vanished instantly, simultaneously using his incredibly high speed to aim his sword at the opponent's throat.
He had mastered the Flash Flower swordsmanship to an art form!
He originally thought this strike was a sure thing, but to his surprise, the bald man instantly drew his Zanpakutō, steadily guarding his throat. The two swords clashed, and the spiritual pressure shattered the surrounding trees into pieces.
The bald man's expression shifted slightly. Although he successfully blocked the attack, he was also sent flying by the powerful force, crashing through a pile of large trees!
"Hm? A master! This makes it even more interesting!" The bald man tossed his Zanpakutō back and forth between his left and right hands, and his speed grew faster and faster!
Yamabuki had long seen through it; this was a deceptive sword technique designed to confuse the eyes, making it impossible to tell whether the attack would come from the left or the right.
"Playing these tricks with me? You haven't even asked who my wife is!" Yamabuki sneered.
Unohana was proficient in all sword fighting styles in the world. After work and dinner, the two of them would inevitably engage in some post-meal exercise, and during their sparring, Unohana taught Yamabuki all the sword techniques she knew, one by one.
She also described the pros and cons of each technique.
The sword technique this bald man used looked flashy but was actually meant to intimidate the enemy with its aura first, making them hesitate to attack, and then launch a sudden assault.
Unohana's assessment of this sword technique was "flashy but impractical." When facing such a technique, regardless of whether the opponent attacked from the left or right, a direct chop to their head would force them to either retreat or block, making their myriad changes self-defeating.
Yamabuki stepped forward, charging with a vertical slash. The sword light was like a silver rainbow. The bald man was about to use his sword technique to confuse the young man in front of him, but then such a large sword came down on his head. The bald man hurriedly raised his sword to block.
"Clang!!!!"
Despite the bald man's much larger physique compared to Yamabuki, there was an insurmountable gap in their spiritual pressure. With a single strike, the bald man's hands throbbed from the impact, and he rapidly retreated.
It seemed he had run into a tough opponent today!
But to make him spit out what he had eaten? What a joke!
The meat is mine, the wine is mine, and the watermelon is mine!
He raised his Zanpakutō high and whispered, "Awaken, Kongō Sō!"
The Zanpakutō in the bald man's hand changed, transforming from an ordinary cleaver into a steel mace.
Yamabuki calmly watched the bald man. He can release his Zanpakutō? A physical type Zanpakutō?
How to put it? The weakest of all Zanpakutō are the physical types.
Before awakening their Zanpakutō, most Shinigami used swords as weapons. If a physical Zanpakutō awakened and remained a sword, or a similar weapon, it could still be used with some effort. But if it transformed into some strange and unusual weapon, they would likely have to start learning from scratch.
Fortunately, Shinigami have relatively long lives, and a few decades or even a century is enough time to master the use of a weapon.
The most famous of all physical Zanpakutō was the renowned Onimaru.
Especially its Bankai, Ryūmon Onimaru.
It increased destructive power but added no other attributes.
It was truly cool, but truly useless!
Increasing destructive power is fine, but can't you strengthen the blade's durability?
As a result, the blade was as brittle as tofu dregs, used once and then shelved until the very end.
So, when Yamabuki saw the bald man's Zanpakutō transform into a steel mace, his first reaction was a slight sigh of relief. This would be much easier to deal with. His spiritual pressure was superior, his sword skills were superior, and his combat experience was self-evident. How could he lose a sure victory? Tell me, how could he lose a sure victory?
The bald man raised Kongō Sō high in a very strange posture, then leaped into the air, descending with the force of a thunderbolt!
Yamabuki countered with a backhanded strike, meeting the opponent's steel mace.
However, the instant the steel mace and Zanpakutō collided, an extremely strong shockwave emanated from the opponent's steel mace.
This force shook Yamabuki so much that he could barely grip his sword. At the same time, this shockwave penetrated through his weapon and muscles, directly reaching his internal organs and bones, making Yamabuki feel an urge to vomit blood!
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