Death God: Unrivaled in sharpness, the greatest captain of all time!

If I get stabbed like that, I'll definitely die!

……

"Flowing Blade Like Fire, First Form: Slashing Slash!"

boom!

The flames exploded with a deafening roar, burning into the sky, and Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's upper body clothes were completely blown to shreds.

His powerful physique, with its bulging muscles and numerous scars, was on full display.

An immense spiritual pressure surged wildly, like a prelude to the end of the world, weighing down a towering mountain on people's hearts.

This invincible and domineering state.

This is a stark contrast to his previous image of being frail and old.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's figure suddenly disappeared, and in an instant he appeared in front of Kuchiki Chiya, slashing heavily down at her neck!

The surrounding air and visibility were distorted wildly due to the extreme heat!

"Ding~!"

A long sword, covered in black and red patterns and resembling a Tang dynasty sword, suddenly slashed down from an eerie angle.

They parted ways the moment they touched Ryujin Jakka!

The sound of metal clashing spread wildly, transforming into invisible energy waves that continuously radiated outwards.

All students.

They all covered their ears, their faces showing pain.

Even from a great distance, this sound wave can cause them some harm!

Everyone.

Everyone looked towards the center of the field.

The crimson flames, resembling walls of fire, gradually died down, and the heatwave in the air, which seemed to have burned everything away, also gradually dissipated.

Captain Genryusai sheathed his Zanpakuto, which transformed into a brown cane.

Donning his former captain's robe, his figure became hunched, and he reverted to his previous frail old man appearance.

And Thousand Nights of Rotten Wood.

Standing still, apart from beads of sweat on his forehead due to the high temperature, he was completely unharmed!

Under the gaze of everyone.

Chiya Kuchiki pulled out a bottle of sake, took a big gulp, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"this!"

"He actually has the mind to drink!"

Everyone burst out laughing, completely stunned. That was a battle against the Captain-Commander, the strongest Shinigami in a thousand years!

"Aren't you guys mistaken about something? Shouldn't the focus be on him actually taking the captain's blow?"

Someone countered with a question, looking at Chiyo Kuchiki in the arena with a mixture of amazement, fear, and envy.

Young.

At only one hundred years old, he actually took a direct hit from the Captain-General's blade!

His talent is impeccable; it has reached the pinnacle of Soul Society!

As long as he doesn't perish, he's definitely destined to become a Captain-Commander, and might even be able to join the Zero Division!

envy!

Jill was so envious she turned purple!

This guy can drink so much every day, it's simply outrageous!

"My brother actually succeeded..."

Kuchiki Byakuya's face was blank, and he didn't even notice the scorched hair on his forehead.

although.

He was very happy that his brother succeeded.

However, being able to withstand a strike from the Captain-Commander also means that his brother has far surpassed him in terms of cultivation!

No matter how much I chase after it.

Under the brother's unparalleled halo, everyone else seems like a flower in the water or the moon in the mirror, doing nothing of value!

"Big brother, he's really terrifying..." Urahara and Yoruichi stared wide-eyed at Kuchiki Chiya, who was quietly drinking below.

This kind of strength.

It's probably comparable to, or even surpasses, the captain level!

Joining the Gotei 13 would definitely qualify him as a captain!

“It actually worked?”

not far away.

Kyoraku Shunsui and Rokusha Kensei both stared wide-eyed at Kuchiki Chiya in the arena, their eyes fixed on him as if he were a monster.

As if trying to analyze him thoroughly, what exactly did this guy eat to grow up like this? How could he be so monstrous?

He took a blow from the captain and wasn't even seriously injured!

Even among team captains, very few can achieve this level!

020. Captain! Retsu Unohana's fighting spirit!

The Flower of the Rabbit is Fierce

Her lips curled slightly upwards.

He looked at Chiya Kuchiki with great interest, his eyes seemingly burning with a raging flame.

That's it!

It's only when you fight someone as strong as him that you can feel a little pleasure! The rest of the team are just too weak!

As for Mr. Yamamoto...

That's no longer just a match; it's a monster.

His Bankai can kill someone in one strike, so there's no fun in fighting him.

……

now.

In the field.

Chiya Kuchiki sized up the unremarkable, seemingly frail old man before her.

Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni.

In the original work, he was created as an invincible powerhouse in the early stages.

He possesses the oldest and strongest fire-type Zanpakuto, Ryujin Jakka, whose Shikai is stronger than the Bankai of most captains!

Ryujin Jakka's Bankai, Zanka no Tachi, is known as the most powerful Bankai, with terrifying heat capable of evaporating all the water in Soul Society!

It is further divided into four major moves: East, South, West, and North!

millennia ago.

It was with this that they defeated Yhwach, the descendant of King Soultrea.

Very strong.

That's ridiculously powerful!

The only way the original author could kill off the old man was through plot!

If it weren't for the fact that Yamamoto's Bankai was taken away and he was cut in two by Yhwach, he wouldn't have been able to achieve his goal.

Even in a thousand-year-long bloody war, the main characters wouldn't have to fight so hard.

just.

Ryujin Jakka, First Style: Slash.

This is a pure melee skill that can split the enemy in two with lightning speed!

His own Tensakuban, the strongest Zanpakuto of the Sharp type, can still counter all melee Zanpakuto even without using Shikai and Bankai!

Once the two swords meet, even if the opponent is a Ryujin Jakka, they will surely be cut in two!

now.

opposite.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni narrowed his eyes, sizing up the decadent and languid young man in front of him, who seemed indifferent to everything.

An aged hand gently stroked the cane.