Bleach: The Captain of the Fifth Division Becomes Stronger Through Training.

Chapter 345: The Millennium Blood War Continues to This Day
Take a deep breath.

Taking advantage of her sideways posture, Arima Shizuka also adopted the same starting hand gesture as Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni.

Have to admit.

Taking action at this time is not the best opportunity.

But if we continue to observe like this... even Shizuka Arima would never be able to be that ruthless.

Ultimately, the fact that he was able to take this step, make changes, and try to reverse some of the original intentions behind things is that he did so.

This is to minimize casualties as much as possible.

Watching Yamamoto being cut in half at the waist by Yhwach, from a long-term perspective, seems to be a rather 'necessary' step.

After all, for a suspicious and arrogant tyrant, what matters most, besides flattery, is the visible accumulation of military achievements and the thrill of avenging a blood feud.

But Ma Jing still stepped forward.

Is it a kind of 'insufficient spiritual practice'?

maybe.

But more than anything, it was an impulse that was hard to suppress.

After all, if she continued watching, Shizuka seemed to vaguely sense that something in her heart would quietly disappear.

Exhale softly, as if expelling all these numerous and chaotic thoughts from your body.

Arima Shizuya's gaze hardened at that moment.

With a slight tremor, the Zanpakuto in his hand stirred the air, causing the temperature to rise slightly out of nowhere.

This indicates that Arima Shizuka has also fully mastered the power of the Zankatana.

While not quite reaching the point of perfect harmony between man and sword, he would never make a mistake in the application of his abilities.

"Then let's have a little sparring, Your Majesty?"

Yhwach has not responded.

He silently raised the long blade in his hand slowly until it was level with his shoulder.

He responded with actions, and at that moment there were no more words.

As if they had reached a consensus in an instant, both sides tacitly stepped forward...

They charged towards each other!

thump...

The air seemed to have been pierced, visibly caved in.

Like magnetic poles drawn together, the two broke through all obstacles and barriers, stepped forward, and finally collided violently.

The blades clashed.

Accompanied by the resounding clang of metal clashing, waves of air, like ripples, spread outwards in alternating layers!
An invisible force surged like the tide...

The sight instantly caused the onlookers to change color.

"Everyone take cover!"

Led by Rijebarrow, the members of the personal guard spontaneously formed a circle at this moment... Wings symbolizing the power of the Quincy appeared one after another, weaving and colliding in the air, forming a shield-like shape.

Although it seemed that the aftershocks were blocked relatively easily.

But if someone were to look at the array in the distance at this moment, they would notice that some figures seem to be missing.

Those who should have been inside are now nowhere to be found...

And on the other side.

The group, led by Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, remained quite calm.

"All of you, stand behind me."

Having regained his dignity, the Sword Demon returned to his former composure, remaining unfazed even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.

Faced with the overwhelming force, the old man made no further move, merely shifting his stance to gather his strength...

Punch.

The force of the punches they unleashed was equally terrifying.

With the force of a cannon, it surged forward, causing the two sides to collide violently in mid-air, killing each other in the process!

But the aftershocks did not stop there. Yamamoto only managed to block a quarter of them; the rest of the ripples drifted further and further away.

Kuchiki Byakuya, who was on his way, was already covered in wounds.

At this moment, he was 'hit hard' and fell to the ground in a sorry state, struggling for a while but unable to get up again.

The pain felt like ants gnawing at my internal organs, subtle and persistent.

Kuchiki Byakuya remained silent, clenching his teeth and struggling incessantly, trying to stand up again.

He paid such a high 'price' simply because, just now, he had clearly sensed it...

The scent of someone.

It's not my imagination, but a fact that definitely exists.

We need to get there.

Even if his limbs were broken and he was left with only his soul, he would still struggle to crawl over!
Thoughts churned in his mind, and Kuchiki Byakuya's throat heaved, letting out a low, inhuman growl.

He staggered to his feet, but soon began to stagger uncontrollably again.

And this time...

Before he fell, a figure rushed forward from the outside and reached out to help him up.

"Captain Kuchiki, are you alright?"

Blinded by blood, Byakuya Kuchiki couldn't make out the face of the newcomer. He could only vaguely grasp at the fading impression through their words.

"Who are you……"

……

boom! boom! boom!
A continuous, utterly dull echo.

This moment is the echo of the confrontation between the two sides.

The Zanpakuto and the spirit blade clashed repeatedly, the sparks that flew out shattered and disappeared in the air.

Waves of air splashed and spread as the two collided, pressing down firmly on the clothes of both sides, creating an extremely chilling sight.

Yhwach and Arima Shizuya's offense and defense were very close, and the moment they clashed, they began to exchange moves at an extremely high intensity.

Using the blade to parry the opponent's attack and seize the opportunity to counterattack is the safest course of action at this moment.

— Yhwach was the first to spot the 'opportunity'.

He parried Arima Shizuya's diagonal slash, and using the sidestep and backward movement, he slid the opponent's Zanpakuto aside. At this moment, he raised his left hand.

The empty palm now clenches loosely.

The spiritual particles gathered like a torrent, rolling and taking shape in his palm.

"Holy Arrow of Destruction."

With a soft chant, a torrent of sacred arrows surged forth, the azure waves surging and transforming into raindrops of arrows, spraying towards Arima Shizuya.

No bow is needed.

Yhwach, the progenitor of the Quincy, was the creator of this technique.

Gathering surrounding spiritual particles directly at the fingertips and releasing them instantly with the fingers... is also a manifestation of the pinnacle of skill.

Arima Shizuya's expression remained calm as he watched the arrows gushing towards him.

He raised his left hand in a very professional manner, as if imitating the other person's movements, and made a few light gestures.

He lightly tapped his index finger in front of him.

Phantom flash.

A jet-black sphere of light, like a singularity, appeared in front of him in an instant and coalesced into shape.

The surging power of attraction manifested itself within it; after a brief moment of gathering strength, the pitch-black torrent rolled forth and appeared.

Azure and pitch-black torrents collided in the air...

boom! ! !
The two surging forces collided in an instant, the pitch black and the azure blue tearing at each other in the air, like two intertwined serpents, tightly entangled together.

It is visibly difficult to distinguish.

However, this result does not seem to be accepted by either party.

Almost simultaneously, both parties ceased their grappling and, after creating some distance between themselves, made further moves without prior agreement.

Yhwach discarded the spirit blade in his right hand.

His hands clasped together, and with a crisp, resonant sound, an even more concentrated torrent of spiritual energy surged from them. Yhwach's hands were slightly open.

The flowing spiritual particles took shape within it, transforming in the blink of an eye into a long, heavy bow and arrow, over a meter long.

The same Sacred Arrow, when used by Yhwach whose skill has reached its peak, can naturally have more varied forms and expressions.

That was well done. Now, how about this move?

Holy Arrow Annihilation!

Looking at the thick mass of spiritual particles, as broad and heavy as a siege weapon, Arima Shizuya's expression did not change in the slightest.

It's just a change in form; overall, it's merely an increase in output...

This level of power.

He can do it easily too.

She still raised her left hand horizontally, but this time, Shizuka also raised her middle finger, placing it alongside hers.

The air swirled backward in an instant.

A certain condensed light and heat surged forth in an instant.

It was a mixture of red and black, a composite of indescribable power... It shimmered with an ineffable brilliance, tearing through the shackles of the air in the blink of an eye.

Wang Xu's brilliance.

It was as if some kind of electrical appliance had emitted a hoarse and sharp roar at this moment, accompanied by a melodious, overlapping hum, and the fierce turbulent current surged upwards, crashing hard into the giant bow and arrow that was falling down.

It was like a comet hitting the Earth in the literal sense.

The moment the two collided, they generated a force powerful enough to make everyone lose their footing.

Some of the weaker individuals were unable to maintain their balance and were sent flying, staggering and disappearing from sight in no time...

Even someone as powerful as Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni had to raise his right hand to shield himself from the wind, barely managing to stop the approaching gusts of wind.

Arriving late, Chojiro Sasaki staggered forward, calling out Yamamoto's name, which prompted the latter to pull him to his side.

Once he had regained his footing, Sparrow was panting heavily.

His disheveled appearance was clearly visible, enough to show that he hadn't come from anywhere easy...

"Chōjirō, what brings you here?"

"Of course, I'm worried about the safety of the Commander-in-Chief!"

To anyone else, this argument seemed utterly unconvincing. But only Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni understood that this was precisely the other party's intention…

No more words.

Simply looking away from the other person is already a form of approval.

A thousand years of cooperation and coexistence have long made it possible for both sides to be fully aware of each other's words and actions.

Chojiro Sasaki received permission in the literal sense.

He let out a soft sigh of relief, wiping the fine beads of sweat from his brow, and, imitating Yamamoto, began to scrutinize the two opposing sides.

"That... you mean Arima-kun, right?"

The words have already been spoken.

But rather than a question, it sounds more like an affirmative statement.

After all, as a Grim Reaper, his ability to perceive souls is absolutely unparalleled.

Like a fingerprint, or more like some kind of unique mark, it was clearly flashing within Chojiro's perception range at this moment.

Without a doubt, this is the soul of Arima Shizuya.

However, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, who witnessed everything and had been observing from the sidelines, remained silent.

The decision not to comment is not merely due to a lack of confidence, but also stems from deeper considerations.

"Chōjirō... could you sense that Hollow power from just now?"

"Yes, you can!"

"Then, the Arima Shizuya you know, did he ever possess the power of Hollows?"

A brief moment of silence is the best response.

Yamamoto narrowed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

“I can sense that… Arima Shizuya’s soul has become something more complex.”

"This is something that has never happened before, and that's why... I can't say anything irresponsible without certainty."

but.

In terms of this very moment.

There is only one thing that is an absolutely indisputable viewpoint.

"No matter what, at this moment, Arima Shizuya is our last hope."

For a fleeting moment, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's gaze became slightly dazed.

He seemed to have traveled through time and returned to the past... At a certain point, he observed the back of 'himself'.

There were no restrictions whatsoever.

There was no hesitation whatsoever.

Any means or method that can kill the opponent should be used to the fullest extent possible.

The will to crush the opponent was overwhelming; this was the belief of the man once known as the Sword Demon.

But now the world has changed, and the wrathful demon has laid down his sword. Perhaps that is why Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni is looked down upon.

But no harm.

Just as the former captain once said.

Those who inherit his will will always come, and at this very moment... it is just like the bloody battle a thousand years ago.

Use whatever means you can, regardless of the process or origin...

Born solely to crush the opponent.

Shizuya Arima, go for it!
The old man, his eyes wide with anger, clenched his fists tightly at that moment.

The burning passion within him, along with the power of their shared will, manifested itself on his Zanpakuto at this moment.

boom! ! !
It burst forth with blazing flames of light and heat, and the Blazing Blade exuded a power and presence that drew attention.

The two men facing off both turned their gaze to the object, but their reactions were quite different.

On one hand, there is disdain.

One side seemed lost in thought.

Yhwach raised his right hand high above his head, and the spiritual particles in his palm began to surge wildly, tearing the sky apart and revealing a curved arc tens of meters long.

It's just the embers of something old, the last rays of light and heat.

Large-scale Holy Annihilation Arrow!

Arima Shizuya then raised his left hand, using the motion of wielding the blade to gently stroke the back of the sword with his palm...

The heat and light scorched the mortal body, a power powerful enough to burn everything to ashes, but at this moment it subtly subsided, leaving Arima Shizuka with only a slight stinging sensation.

The Zanpakuto's sentiment.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's obsession.

All of this was transmitted at this moment, piercing deeply into Arima Shizuya's heart.

I see……

boom! ! !
Accompanied by flickering flames, Arima Shizuya was completely engulfed by the flames.

We've been attacked backfired?

Not also!

Shizuka Arima was enveloped in blazing flames as he calmly wielded his blade and walked step by step toward the person in front of him.

The silhouette of Death walking through flames.

This even made Chojiro Sasaki, who was watching from the sidelines, widen his eyes in astonishment.

Such a figure...

At this moment, he perfectly overlaps with the sword demon from a thousand years ago.

The bloody war that has lasted for a thousand years continues to this day.

(End of this chapter)