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

Chapter 362, Section 371: Nothing Can Escape My Eyes
Almost at the same time that the final battle was about to begin in Soul Society.

Above the Spirit King's Palace.

In this vast and boundless expanse of the sky, a place that should inspire awe, there is an uninvited guest.

Wearing a dark red cloak, Yohabakh calmly landed on it.

He went alone.

Looking around.

Breathing in this air that I once 'dreamed of'.

Yhwach slowly closed his eyes.

How many times have I imagined myself standing here? And how many times have I waited expectantly for the Spirit King to summon me and hand over this so-called world to me?
More or less, we've all had those experiences.

However, all of these things are now just a thing of the past.

At this moment, Yhwach no longer had any expectations.

Waiting will not yield any results.

If you want it, if you want to possess it, then you can only strive for it with your own two hands... or even snatch it!
Lost in thought, silently choked with emotion, Yhwach took his first step.

But at the same time, it stopped moving forward.

A familiar figure suddenly appeared, blocking his way a short distance away.

Gulu, Gulu...

His pupils disappeared into Yhwach's eye sockets, his pupils trembling slightly, constantly swirling and turning.

It highlights a non-human quality and aura.

"It's just a remnant soul from the past... Are you still unwilling to admit your defeat? Or... even so, are you willing to risk your life to stop me?"

How poignant!

It's so sad again.

Facing the newcomer, Yhwach remained silent for a moment before speaking in a tone that was almost sarcastic.

"Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, do you not value your own life at all?"

They quietly slipped away from the Gotei 13.

They hid here quietly.

The so-called former captain...

Do you ever feel timid and hesitant, hiding your true feelings?

Yhwach's pupils seemed unfocused, his gaze fixed blankly and lifelessly on the person in front of him.

"If you lay in ambush a little further back, you could even team up with the so-called Zero Squad, right? If you could do that... wouldn't the chances of you taking me down be much higher?"

Faced with Yhwach's mocking whisper, the old man simply drew the sword hanging at his waist in silence.

His expression remained as cold as ever. Holding the blade in his hand, the old man calmly unleashed his flames.

"I am a sinner... I am already fortunate to be alive."

Therefore, no assistance is needed.

The reason I'm standing here now is also to fulfill my duty.

Having lived this life for the Soul Society, I will absolutely not allow outsiders to trample upon it...

"As long as I have a breath left, I will absolutely not allow you to offend the Spirit King's land."

"Yeah."

Yhwach looked at the flames erupting in front of him.

At this moment, they simply took a step forward calmly.

"Stop!"

Yamamoto roared and charged forward.

The blazing blade in his hand slashed horizontally towards Yhwach, stirring up the air and scorching it with intense heat, as if it could penetrate everything!
However, the other party simply raised his right hand casually.

Then...

Yamamoto's Zankatana was completely grasped in his hand.

"...?!!!"

"Shocked, Yamamoto?"

Yhwach's pupils continued to swirl and churn.

The old man frowned. He realized that his flames had returned to the blade, but no matter how he called out, there was no response.

Lost contact?
Perhaps it's not that simple.

It seemed that Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni was somewhat unable to sense the existence of his Zanpakuto.

What did Yhwach do?
Are you wondering what I've done to you?

Beneath her calm tone, the confidence she exuded made Yamamoto's heart race.

"The truth is... I didn't do anything."

of course.

That's just for the moment.

The so-called omniscience and omnipotence are never such simple abilities.

At this moment, for Yhwach, what stood before him was not merely a 'person'.

Its past, present, and future.

All three merged at this moment, becoming a vast and expansive phantom.

Yhwach was able to move freely through it, observing, analyzing, and even thoroughly dissecting it.

The flames that were once fearsome now posed no threat to him whatsoever.

Because Yhwach was already completely familiar with this power.

He was able to extinguish flames that had accumulated for thousands of years in the past.

They may also learn, at some point in the future, the tricks and methods to control flames.

Time is the best healer, but it is also the beginning of decay.

No matter how powerful the ability, it cannot withstand this level of test; in the long river of history, it has only revealed a few flaws...

Yhwach was also able to find the most accurate opportunity and seize it firmly.

"How ridiculous, Yamamoto."

“I never imagined I would be so afraid of you in the past, to the point that I would deliberately deploy people and take action myself to ensure my safety.”

"Now it seems... I was as ridiculous as if I were afraid of an ant."

Is it a mockery?
Perhaps... but for Yamamoto right now, what he needs to deal with more is the current situation.

Because under his almost astonished gaze.

His Zanpakuto, Ryujin Jakka.

At this moment, tiny cracks have begun to appear.

"I told you, I can see it."

Yhwach stared blankly ahead, seemingly oblivious to Yamamoto's angry glare, and muttered to himself as if talking to himself.

"Your knife poses no threat to me. I have tamed it and thoroughly understood it. Now... it is nothing more than a plaything in my hands."

You don't believe it, do you?

This is also normal.

After all, for Shinigami, Zanpakuto have always been their reliance and trump card.

After this thing was removed, many people felt as if their hands had been broken, and they could no longer muster the will to 'resist'.

Even the so-called former captain-general is no better in this regard.

Yhwach's lips curled upwards.

He had begun to enjoy the process of destruction—like a mischievous child who, upon seeing his masterpiece, could no longer contain his excitement and was eager to see the collapse.

After a while.

His fingers clenched tightly.

bump! ! !
The flowing blade, like fire, turned into scattered fragments.

"you……"

He hadn't even finished speaking.

Yhwach had already passed through the flying dust. He moved as if he were in an empty field, directly crashing into Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, and raised his right hand in a shoving motion.

"Get out of here, this is no longer your stage."

They no longer even had the intention of taking the other person's life.

For Yhwach at this moment, the grudges with Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni were all in the past.

The perspective, like that of a human looking at an ant, evoked in Yhwach a feeling akin to pity.

He wasted his entire life on these illusory things, was saved several times, yet still recklessly came closer...

What could Yhwach possibly say to such a foolish and ignorant person at this moment?

Letting him go is the greatest act of mercy.

The old man fell headfirst into the air like a kite with a broken string.

His face showed utter disbelief.

At that moment, he struggled to raise his right hand, as if trying to grab a lifeline from the sky... but he couldn't reach anything at all.

It kept falling, falling.

Until someone caught his falling body.

Are you satisfied with this result?

A familiar voice came from the side, and Yamamoto, staggering to his feet, looked to his side... and there he saw Arima Shizuya standing side by side with Aizen.

Both of them had identical calm expressions, as if they had already foreseen this outcome.

At this moment, it's merely for the sake of 'confirmation'.

Use silence instead of a response.

A moment later, Yamamoto lowered his head stiffly.

He had already tried, but it still didn't work... Even the most stubborn person could clearly feel the chasm-like gap between them at this moment.

Desperate.

“Yuan Liuzhai, you should go back as soon as possible. What’s going to happen next is beyond your ability to get involved in.”

Aizen's tone was flat, and this kind of tone, which sounded like a third-party statement, could easily make people feel angry.

But Yamamoto was speechless at that moment.

They are not even on the same level of power.

A slight bitterness appeared on his face, and he stiffly raised his head, bending down to his side at that moment.

"Can you... really stop him?"

Arima Shizuka, who had already turned her back, paused for a moment, seemingly deep in thought.

Then he said softly.

"I can't guarantee it, but... I'll do my best."

Say it.

The two continued their journey side by side towards the top of the clouds.

Only the old man who had lost his Zanpakuto remained, standing there dejectedly.

Aizen didn't turn around to look, but with his control over spiritual pressure, he was able to sense the changes in other people's emotions to some extent.

After all, spiritual pressure is a manifestation of the soul...

As the one who fused with the Hogyoku, Aizen's power, which was constantly advancing and growing, had already allowed him to enter a completely different realm.

He looked at the figure in front of him, who was moving forward towards the Spirit King Palace, and said with a light laugh.

Is this all the strength you have now?

The other party remained silent for a moment, but did not stop walking.

"What are you worth..."

"You could have let Yuan Liuzhai go his own way and chosen to set up defenses before the Spirit King's Palace. But in the end, you chose to turn back and wait for Yuan Liuzhai to fall in this place..."

Does this mean that Shizuka Arima had foreseen this situation long ago?

Faced with Aizen's questioning, the person involved did not hide anything. He only pondered for a moment, and then spoke softly.

"Actually... I'm not really clear about my own situation either."

"I can only vaguely sense that something is slowly awakening."

"For example, when I left the Gotei 13, I could already vaguely see some fragmented things."

The same applies to Yamamoto's fall just now.

For Arima Shizuya, this was nothing more than a simple matter of lifting a finger.

"And I also want to test whether what I 'saw' before was really true..."

Raising her right hand and gently touching her eyelids, Shizuya Arima's previously calm face finally revealed a thoughtful expression.

He needs to confirm too many things, and seeking proof in this way is indeed a good approach.

Moreover, he himself did not want to cause too many casualties.

The theory is sound, and the logic of action is also sound.

However, when this behavior fell into Aizen's eyes, he seemed to have a slightly different understanding of it.

Perhaps, at this moment, Arima Shizuka is not as simple as she imagines herself to be?
I really want to know more details.

But that's clearly not the time.

After all, their departure from the Gotei 13 was also to rush to the aid of the Spirit King Palace.

That place is the final destination that will determine the course of everything.

……

"Aren't you going to move aside?"

Faced with Yhwach's questioning, the members of the Zero Division, who were gathered in front of the Soul King's palace, looked at each other in bewilderment.

At this moment, they all wore expressions of considerable helplessness.

"Still spouting nonsense even now... Why don't you wake up first? King of the Quincy."

Kirinji raised his right hand and pointed to his temple, making a light tapping motion.

As close advisors and guards to King Ling, they were also the last line of defense.

Squad Zero had no reason to allow Yhwach to cross this 'defense line' and reach the Soul King's location.

Nimaiya Oetsu chuckled and raised his hand, gently patting the jelly-like scabbard beside him, speaking in a teasing tone.

"Or rather... is it really a good idea for someone like you to come here without even bringing any subordinates?"

Although once strength increases to a certain level, the gap in numbers will be leveled off by various factors.

But this is not an 'ordinary occasion' after all.

Of course, that's a different story.

Shurato Senjumaru tilted his head slightly, gently stroking his face with his prosthetic hand, his tone revealing a hint of emotion.

"No, rather, the group below did a pretty good job... After all, it was within expectations, and being able to stop two guards is already a pretty good performance."

Wang Yue looked to her side, somewhat choked with emotion.

His tone became somewhat helpless.

"You don't have to look down on others like that, actually..."

The words have not yet fallen.

Yhwach, who had remained silent until now, suddenly spoke up at this moment.

"Were they all stopped?"

"Perhaps... things aren't that simple."

Do you really think my eyes... can't see things that far away?

The words fell.

Two cracks appeared in space beside Yhwach.

Lizzie Barrow, who had already entered the state of perfect sainthood, and Haschward slowly emerged from it at this moment.

"Your nonsensical actions..."

Yhwach said, enunciating each word clearly.

"Nothing can escape my eyes."

(End of this chapter)