The only player in the world of Bleach

Also.

What's being shown so far is just the tip of the iceberg...

So, what should you do?

Captain-Commander Yamamoto?

198: Swastika·Remnant Fire Sword

Matsushita Yusuke's decision to observe the situation quietly went unheard by the parties involved.

Even so...

Things seem to be developing in a 'predictable' direction.

A brief silence, yet something was rapidly brewing within it. After a pause of two breaths, a light, almost self-mocking voice rang out.

Yamamoto, unusually, grinned, revealing a hearty and long-lost smile.

"It's been a long time..."

Words of reflection flowed from the corners of his mouth, carrying a sense of liberation after enduring hardship, and a breathtaking quality that drew attention.

"It's been a long time since I've seen an opponent who can injure me and ignite my passion."

The clone doesn't show any special reaction, clearly because the affinity level isn't high enough to trigger the CG...

But Yusuke Matsushita is a little different.

He couldn't help but let out a soft "hmm" in secret.

hold head high?

How come I see war freaks here? So disgusting...

However, to be fair, Matsushita Yusuke wasn't actually too surprised by this reaction.

The reason is quite simple... Yamamoto, this jerk, may seem old-fashioned and conservative, but he's actually the type who loves to 'spar' with people.

Firstly, regarding personality, the fact that she can get along with that crazy woman from the Fourth Division next door speaks volumes...

Secondly, according to the provisions, whenever there was a major battle, the old man usually took the lead.

This is indeed a manifestation of responsibility, but it probably also contains a lot of personal feelings... Maybe they just really enjoy doing it?

of course.

The original work presents it in the most straightforward way.

Whenever Yamamoto tries to beat his opponent with all his might, he is usually tripped up and tricked by his opponent's subordinates.

Having been tricked by the Blue Prisoner and having one of his hands imprisoned, theoretically he should have learned his lesson... But in the Thousand-Year Blood War, he was tricked again by an even more cunning Stand.

Now it's like Yamamoto x2...

So, in the end, Yamamoto's position in the main story is rather awkward.

Everyone knew he was very strong, so they tried every means to prevent him from using his full strength, sabotaging him and tripping him up! As a result, the old guy suffered one setback after another...

To truly give it your all, and to encounter a suitable opponent, is perhaps another kind of rare opportunity.

As for the present situation?

As Matsushita Yusuke watched the temperature rise and the gloomy face amidst the turbulent spiritual energy, he gradually became serious and revealed a solemn expression.

He didn't need any reminders or instructions; it happened right now, at this very moment.

Matsushita Yusuke could feel an extremely distinct 'needle-like sensation' all over his body... as if invisible steel needles were hanging beside him, giving Matsushita Yusuke a subtle sense of being caught in a dilemma.

Even the person involved couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

--What's this?

Even before he could unleash his Zanpakuto, he could already feel an unusually strong sense of threat.

It felt like a herbivore on a plain, being targeted by a predator... The moment you learned the situation, what poured down on you was a bucket of cold water called 'despair'.

Heartbeat...

They are all accelerating uncontrollably.

But that's precisely why Matsushita Yusuke was able to muster all his energy at this moment!

Such a battle between powerful figures is worth dying for just to witness... no, intelligence gathering is the main objective this time.

If Matsushita Yusuke could witness Yamamoto's Bankai, he would have achieved his goal in this sneak attack.

Well then! Let me see if this Zanpakuto, which is capable of destroying the Soul Society, truly lives up to its name!

"Boy."

Yamamoto sighed softly and spoke.

"I must admit, you are indeed not weak now."

He lowered his left hand from the wound and bent down slightly. He slowly opened his mouth and took a deep breath... then his right hand, gripping the Zanpakuto, suddenly tightened.

Snapped!

What's that noise?

Yusuke Matsushita was slightly taken aback before he realized what was happening.

It was the sound coming from Yamamoto's tense muscles... Although some things sounded a bit too unbelievable, at the moment, Yamamoto's body was visibly expanding by more than half a circle.

This is not a skill or technique.

It's simply a visual effect created by tensing the body and engaging the muscles.

Hey, hey, hey...

One dull, resounding echo after another followed.

Like a heartbeat, or even more like some strange and peculiar rhythm, it kept echoing in Yusuke Matsushita's mind.

He carefully captured it and came to an answer after some thought.

This is the echo of a heartbeat, and also the sound of spiritual pressure gradually expanding, approaching boiling...

The air around the mountain seemed distorted at that moment, giving one a sense of disorientation and indistinctness at first glance.

"What you want to see is my Bankai, isn't it?"

After all, he's a veteran expert, so his intuition in this area is definitely there.

Yamamoto was able to clearly sense the other party's probing behavior, so it wasn't difficult to make the corresponding judgment afterwards...

These people want to see his Bankai.

What exactly can they do? And what are they planning?

Similar thoughts emerged one after another, but were quickly suppressed.

Since things have come to this point, there's no need for such questions anymore... In the current situation, only the Zanpakuto in my hand can provide the answer.

Once the decision to take action is made, no one will be spared.

"Swastika..."

With just two short words spoken, the entire illusion that had been constructed fell silent.

Matsushita Yusuke, who had been hiding within the border area, intuitively sensed the even more obvious changes...

First, there's water.

The thin, clear layer of water that had accumulated between the mountains evaporated along with the intense spiritual pressure emanating from the mountain itself.

Light and heat silently twisted and boiled over his body, evaporating all the water in the entire illusionary realm.

hot……

Apart from that, Yusuke Matsushita had no other senses.

'Really...?'

Although she had been mentally prepared beforehand, it was only after experiencing it firsthand that she gained a concrete understanding of this conceptual power.

Simply by freeing the Zanpakuto and placing it aside, that sword was enough to change Soul Society... no.

The entire ecosystem of the Three Realms!

call……

The light and heat silently receded, as if the world had turned white.

At this moment, Yamamoto's Zanpakuto condensed and transformed into a charcoal-like shape.

It has no light or temperature to speak of, but that's only from the appearance... In reality, when viewed from a distance now, Matsushita Yusuke can only see the other's figure slightly distorted due to the high temperature.

"The residual fire sword."

199: The Beginning of Heaven and Earth

The residual fire sword.

With just a few short syllables uttered, the light of the entire world seemed to be forcibly taken away and withdrawn.

The sky, the earth, the flowing water... the environment that Matsushita Yusuke constructed with spiritual particles, at this moment, is like a canvas that has been violently ravaged, forcibly painted with a 'pale' outline without any resistance.

The heavens and earth changed color because of it.

At this moment, it is no longer a simple adjective, but a 'statement' on another level.

At the same time, Matsushita Yusuke's heart skipped a beat!

coming!

It wasn't until he witnessed the legendary weapon's debut that Yusuke Matsushita understood and realized why Yamamoto was the target of both bosses' attention.

The first is power and prestige.

A sense of threat in the literal sense!

It felt like being pricked by needles, or even like a sharp blade hanging over one's neck... The moment Matsushita Yusuke saw it, his entire body tensed up, and his hair stood on end.

It's no exaggeration to say that Yusuke Matsushita felt like he was standing in front of a nuclear furnace.

Just describing it like that might not convey the sense of oppression.

But what if this furnace were to explode at any moment?

As for the less common ones...

It was that terrifyingly high temperature.

From a physical perspective, Yusuke Matsushita could feel the surrounding air tightening, and even the spiritual pressure field within the entire domain began to distort.

Damn it... the old man hasn't even had a chance to make a move yet!

Just by standing there, he can already have a literal impact on the domain after Bankai. So if he slashes at me in a moment, will my brother (referring to the clone) and I still be alive?

Honestly.

Yusuke Matsushita felt a little regretful.

He subconsciously licked his lips, only to realize that his skin and flesh were already extremely dry... all the moisture in his body was being taken away and evaporated.

This isn't some kind of Zanpakuto... this is probably the only designated sauna in the Three Realms.

Let's have some dry steaming fun!

The inner turmoil and slight tremor did indeed slightly influence Matsushita Yusuke's judgment at this moment.

But he quickly adjusted his mindset—after all, the purpose of this operation was not to defeat the opponent, but at most to gather intelligence.

In terms of the outcome, it's enough to see Yamamoto's Bankai.

This will definitely be useful next time!

'I'm leaving...'

Matsushita Yusuke used spiritual energy waves to send specific information to the targets on both the inside and outside sides.

Aizen Sousuke received this request for help and naturally responded—given the properties of Kyoka Suigetsu, escaping wouldn't be difficult.

The problem is that...

'Bro, how are you going to get away?'