Chapter 69
"One Zanpakuto has turned into reishi, and the other doesn't even have a blade..."
Unlike most Bankai, which often become "gigantic" or "exaggerated," seemingly controlling something of immense size, this one was clearly different.
Too small.
Too delicate.
"If this old man were someone without discernment, he would surely think so..."
A look of solemnity flashed in Yamamoto Genryūsai's eyes.
Such a grand display of power only resulted in a change of attire... It seemed entirely undeserving of its name, like a showy but useless embroidered pillow. If that were truly the case...
How could the terrifyingly increased spiritual pressure in this form be explained?
How could this palpable sense of oppression be explained?
And how could the creeping sense of crisis in his heart be explained?
Just then.
Ichigo vanished from his spot almost without warning.
"!?"
Yamamoto Genryūsai's eyes widened, slightly startled.
So fast!
Many times faster than before.
And somewhat familiar.
Light, sharp.
But even more unbelievable was that Ichigo, wielding a bow of light, adopted an incredibly brutal fighting style.
A frontal assault at extreme speed, and even... a jumping slash!
If it were a real bow, it might not be suitable.
But strictly speaking... this was merely a flash that resembled a bow.
Not only was it not a problem, but it could maximize the power of a slash.
After all... Getsuga Tensho was also a form of "light."
In this instant, rather than Hollow White using a bow to smash someone, it was more like he was wielding a curved Getsuga to cut someone.
Yamamoto Genryūsai tried to swing his blade to meet the attack.
But his hand, raised halfway, suddenly became immobile.
"?!"
The old man keenly sensed something emerging from the ground, like tough steel wires, firmly gripping his wrist, preventing him from swinging his blade.
At this moment, who else but Shimiya Takeru could do such a thing?!
He didn't even have a decent weapon in his hand, and by rights, the person who should be rushing into battle now was staying put.
He clenched his fists, making a pulling motion.
The Kido threads, shot from his more flexible fingers, not only had a firing speed comparable to drawing a sword but also greatly enhanced maneuverability.
Things like drilling into the ground, then breaking out from under Yamamoto Genryūsai's feet, binding his hands and feet, and interrupting his offensive, were all possible.
Seeing Yamamoto Genryūsai's hands and feet bound, Hollow White, perhaps thinking of something, didn't wait to fully approach before swinging.
A black-blue Getsuga descended from the air.
"Hmph! Petty tricks!"
Yamamoto Genryūsai was even more brutal than Hollow White. With his hands and feet restrained, he leaned back and delivered a headbutt, firmly holding off the black-blue Getsuga without retreating a single step. This was even more exaggerated than smashing one's head against a high-speed train engine.
However, Hollow White, taking advantage of the moment he was grappling with the Getsuga, had already circled behind him.
"Then how about this move?"
This time... he was truly cutting people with a "bow"!
The black-blue light, curved like a Getsuga, expanded, unleashing incredibly terrifying power.
It formed a pincer attack with the previous blue-black Getsuga.
If he were slower, it might be fine, but his mobility was too fast.
Yamamoto Genryūsai could only muster his spiritual pressure to resist.
Boom!
Like a high-concentration plasma explosion.
The next moment, it was covered by an even more violent blaze of scorching blue-white light.
"Such tough bones...!"
Hollow White, having retreated from the explosion, clicked his tongue.
Suddenly, a figure cloaked in flames shot out.
It was the scarred Captain Commander.
He wielded a flaming blade, charging fiercely towards Hollow White like a meteor.
The latter raised his hand, as if to shoot.
Yamamoto Genryūsai's forward momentum abruptly halted.
He immediately dodged to the side.
To onlookers, he looked exactly like a startled bird.
In fact, doing so was the correct move.
Because just 0.1 seconds later, an incredibly fast white pillar of light abruptly pierced through the aftermath of the explosion, breaking through the obstructing sea of fire and dust, no different from a high-energy laser!
If he had remained in his original position, he would undoubtedly have been struck in the back by this rather peculiar pillar of light.
Yamamoto Genryūsai had no time to ponder the origin of that pillar of light, because before he could even regain his footing, Hollow White decisively seized the opportunity and rushed close.
A fleeting slash.
Extremely vicious.
It left a wound on the old man's chest.
Since the start of the battle, actual results had finally been achieved.
As for the superficial wounds caused by spiritual pressure impacts and the dust-stained, torn clothes, they were merely outward signs of disarray, and no one would pay them any mind.
The splashing blood made Hollow White grin savagely.
But the smile quickly vanished.
Before the blood could fall to the ground, it turned into flames in the air and evaporated completely.
The old man's back foot slammed down, cracking the earth, forcibly steadying his body that had almost been sent flying by the slash. He let out a low roar of anger, and swung Ryujin Jakka horizontally at Hollow White.
"Good timing!"
Hollow White was not to be outdone.
The bow of light in his hand instantly transformed into a giant Getsuga, like a scimitar, clashing with the fiery blade that stirred up a sky full of explosions, igniting the entire battlefield.
The ground for several hundred meters around shattered and collapsed, as fragile as tofu dregs.
Heaven and earth lost their color.
Only crimson and black-blue remained, each occupying half, locked in a fierce confrontation.
Suddenly, an armored figure appeared behind the old man.
"Truly worthy of a Seireitei honor student... Your combat philosophy of attacking enemies who must be defeated from behind is perfectly executed, but this old man has been waiting for you!"
Yamamoto Genryūsai had anticipated this, and while clashing blades with Hollow White, he pointed his left hand behind him.
"Hado #88: Hiryu Gekizoku Shinten Raiho!"
One hand fire, one hand lightning.
He seemed to want to suppress both of them at once.
However, facing this powerful torrent of lightning.
Shimiya Takeru was completely unfazed.
He moved straight forward.
Completely ignoring the power of the lightning pillar.
It couldn't even impede his steps.
Calling it like air was an understatement.
After all, air also has resistance.
But Shimiya Takeru's current state felt like flying through space!
He arrived in front of Yamamoto Genryūsai in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, the ignored Hollow White abruptly retracted his blade and retreated.
This caused Yamamoto Genryūsai to overexert himself, and his body involuntarily swayed with the momentum.
The blue light in Shimiya Takeru's eyes grew hotter.
His dark silver armor glowed red, reflecting the firelight, and his cape flapped wildly, as if struggling to keep up with his master's speed, flying and chasing behind him.
"[Yuisen]!"
Shimiya Takeru threw a punch.
Yamamoto Genryūsai finally understood where the pillar of light that had ambushed him earlier came from.
It was struck by this right hand, slightly grotesque, encased in a gauntlet, after clenching into a fist.
The atmosphere as a sheath, the fist as a blade.
To punch was to draw a sword.
Although it wasn't a pure sword technique, but a unique product combining Kido.
It was not good to casually change the established catalyst.
But, in Bankai state... after donning this dark silver battle suit and transforming into a humanoid weapon, his entire being was enveloped in immense spiritual pressure, making him the best catalyst!
Therefore, let alone using the atmosphere as a sheath.
To punch out a pillar of light that pierced through a sea of fire.
Even using the atmosphere as a sheath... transforming himself into a "blade" to strike the enemy was not impossible!
The fist Shimiya Takeru delivered at this moment.
Was the "blade tip"!
Boom!
A lightning-fast strike.
With his guard down, there was no way to react.
This unstoppable punch struck the old man's face.
The spiritual pressure, condensed to its extreme, erupted.
The dazzling, blinding light, hard to tell if it was blade light or the glow of spiritual pressure, obscured everything.
Yamamoto Genryūsai flew out of the light's range at an uncatchable speed, out of the battlefield, over a ruined old street, and crashed through multiple dilapidated buildings before finally coming to a stop.
"Hmph...!"
The old man's nose bled, and his eyes and mouth corners split and oozed blood. His left eye was already unable to open.
His chest heaved erratically, his breathing extremely disordered.
Before he could recover, he suddenly found a figure above his head.
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