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'Enveloping oneself in spiritual particles, like a fish in water, achieves extremely convenient movement...'

It must be said that this idea is indeed ingenious.

After all, Yamamoto had never made a similar attempt, but Matsushita Yusuke has already achieved this level.

While reflecting on the situation, Yamamoto also felt a deep sense of unease about the current circumstances...

Puzzled?

That's right, that's the kind of emotion.

Based on the current situation, Matsushita Yusuke's weapon did not shatter directly; on the contrary, it gave off an extremely hard feedback sensation...

From a physical perspective, it feels as if you've bumped into a thick stone wall, giving you a sense of helplessness.

Yamamoto even made a downward, suppressive motion.

clack clack...

As sparks flew, the seemingly fragile weapon remained incredibly sturdy.

Matsushita Yusuke's voice came from in front of him, with a subtle sense of mockery.

“The form of a weapon constructed from spirit particles is not fixed. I can strengthen it through reinforcement... I have tried it before, and I have absolute confidence in its hardness alone.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Matsushita Yusuke took a half step back.

Pull your hand away and turn around.

Then, a pulling motion caused Yamamoto's force to become distorted, severely deforming the old man's movements.

This is bad...

This situation arose precisely because of a moment of distraction, and the current mistake only highlights his lack of competence.

However, instead of pressing his advantage, Matsushita Yusuke raised his leg and kicked the old man in the forearm.

The force wasn't great, but it was enough to make the other person adjust their posture and regain their footing.

"..."

You did a good deed, but you didn't even leave your name...

"Uncle Shan, you seem a little out of sorts?"

When asked by Matsushita Yusuke, Yamamoto did not deny it.

He could indeed sense that something was wrong with him, but he couldn't describe the feeling in words.

So he just opened his mouth slightly, but didn't know where to begin... In the end, he could only say something with a slight sob in his mouth.

"I'm... fine..."

Although they may be reluctant to admit it.

However, the old man's condition and current performance have indeed been greatly affected by Yusuke Matsushita.

"What should we do then? Should we still fight?"

"Fight! Of course we must fight!"

Taking a deep breath, Yamamoto glared and shouted.

"Don't hold back! I won't say it twice, use every trick in the book!"

The old man also needed similar self-suggestion to adjust his mindset, after all, his feelings were indeed quite complicated at the moment. However... what was said unintentionally was taken to heart by the listener.

Okay~ I've been waiting for you to say that.

Matsushita Yusuke's expression suddenly turned serious.

"Since we've come this far, I won't stand on ceremony."

Although there was no change in his movements, and even his expression remained the same as before.

However, the aura emanating from his body and the spiritual power emanating from him... underwent a subtle change at this moment.

Yamamoto vaguely sensed this change.

He had just gotten into position, but hadn't even had time to make a move...

Matsushita Yusuke's spiritual weapon was already aimed at his face.

The movements were wide and sweeping, and there wasn't any particularly difficult angle to capture... Yamamoto instinctively blocked it.

Pong!

The spirit weapon collapsed and scattered in an instant.

Yamamoto's pupils also contracted sharply at that moment.

Here it is...

No, wait.

It seems a little different.

Because, as can be seen with the naked eye, the fragments of spiritual particles that should have dissipated and disappeared are now spiraling around his Zanpakuto.

"The abilities to utilize spiritual particles are inherently different. Since it can be used for enhancement, it can certainly also exert an intrusive influence..."

To put it simply...

"While Yama-sama's Zanpakuto is powerful enough, it is ultimately a product of spiritual energy. Given enough time and opportunity, I can also influence your weapon."

Before Yamamoto could react, Matsushita Yusuke charged forward again, unleashing three more spirit weapons in quick succession…

It struck the Ryujin Jakka with a series of clanging sounds, like hammering iron.

The weapon shattered repeatedly, and the scattered spiritual particles reassembled, clinging to the blade like fireflies.

"You can see it, right? This is the result of my deliberate adjustment. My ability is based on the use of spiritual particles. Although these things can be adjusted to be invisible... it's easier to understand this way."

And through this method...

This allows for further influence on the spiritual state of others.

—There's no way around it, the spirit particle control of the One Sound Manifestation Method is just too convenient and too easy to use.

Wanting to cosplay is absolutely no problem.

"Yamamoto, say goodbye to your weapon!"

236: A Temporary End

As soon as he finished speaking, the fourth spirit weapon collapsed and dissipated in mid-air. At the same time, the Ryujin Jakka in Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's hand also became extremely unstable and lost its flames.

"..."

The change in his demeanor made Yamamoto's expression slightly more serious.

However, before he could react further, Matsushita Yusuke's fifth attack followed, striking the blade squarely to the side.

Pong!

The two weapons shattered at the same time, turning into countless flying fragments.

Yamamoto, however, frowned and looked at Matsushita Yusuke in front of him.

His gaze was quite complex at this moment—because through personal contact, he was certain that the two were using completely different forms of ability.

'The erosion efficiency of spirit particles is completely different, and the dismantling process is also completely different...'

Like two canals flowing in completely opposite directions, after a long period of time, they eventually converge on the same goal: the sea.

At this moment, Matsushita Yusuke felt a sense of 'disconnect' from Yamamoto.

Although the outcome and current situation suggest that this was the attacker's use of his abilities... his own experience and sensations told Yamamoto that this was an attack method used by a different person.

How to judge, how to think, and what to do...

Such thoughts flooded his mind, causing Yamamoto's expression to become conflicted.

It must be admitted that after hundreds, even thousands of years, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni finally felt the emotional change called 'conflict' once again.

Matsushita Yusuke's words and actions were profoundly influencing Yamamoto's mindset at this moment, distorting his movements and severely impacting his strength...

And this is the 'important' opportunity that Yusuke Matsushita was able to seize!

At the same moment the weapon shattered and turned into countless fragments, Yusuke Matsushita suddenly flashed forward, smashing through the spiritual energy turbulence in front of him and crashing into the closest point!

Intimate?!

Yamamoto suddenly snapped out of his daze, gritted his teeth, and made a punching motion.

The show of force was not significant, and judging from the expressions, it was an emergency measure taken in a moment of urgency... If facing an ordinary opponent, it might be more than enough as a means of resistance.

But the current situation is completely different.

It's important to know that Yusuke Matsushita had laid countless groundwork and preparations for this one moment, and had been patiently 'lying low' until now.

Even if one wanted to take action, it was already too late in the literal sense.

Matsushita Yusuke merely tilted his head to the side, and the fist grazed his face... whistling as it slammed into the air beside him.

The compressed air was so forcefully pierced that it even produced a violent buzzing echo.

But Matsushita Yusuke seemed completely unmoved... He simply maintained his expressionless expression, raised his right hand, and punched the old man in the face.

That's a damn Russian-style swing punch!

Yamamoto was completely unable to resist. He was forcefully thrown into the air, lifted off the ground, and thrown dozens of meters away.

"Commander-in-Chief!"

Chojiro Sagi's voice was severely distorted.

In hundreds of years, this was the first time he had ever seen Captain-Commander Yamamoto in such a disheveled state.

Even in the bloody battle a thousand years ago, even when he was in a sorry state and surrounded by enemies, Yamamoto was still able to maintain his absolutely terrifying high-ranking status and annihilate all the enemies around him.

But what's the situation now?

Captain-Commander Yamamoto was actually knocked away... and even let out a long-lost cry of pain.

Something so counterintuitive appeared before his eyes that Chojiro Sasakibe subconsciously began to refuse to accept reality.

—What? I was blasted away? I must have been out of my mind and saw some weird stuff… Captain-Commander Yamamoto is invincible!

Of course, he quickly adjusted his mindset.

Sparrow shouted loudly, urging the still-shocked team members to move. He himself stirred up a bright stream of spiritual energy, almost immediately rushing over to stop both sides.

However, unexpectedly, Matsushita Yusuke did not press his advantage.

At this moment, he even took a few steps back, and gestured by slightly raising his hands to indicate that he was harmless.

"..."

The sparrow stopped what it was doing and looked warily at the person in front of it.

Although Matsushita Yusuke still maintained his original appearance and demeanor, for some reason, Chojiro Sasaki could sense a subtle sense of unfamiliarity from him.

But this fleeting feeling came quickly and went even faster. In just the blink of an eye, that brief, brilliant tactile sensation vanished without a trace.

If it were Yamamoto, he might be able to react a little.

But Chojiro Sasakibe simply couldn't do that.

"Cough cough..."

Hearing the coughing behind him, Chojiro Sasaki suddenly snapped back to reality and turned around to look.

"Commander-in-Chief!"

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni swayed as he stood up, waving his hand to block any attempt to help him up.

A clear mark of being punched remained on his face—from his cheekbone to his chin, the skin and flesh displaying an extremely fiery contour.

It was as exaggerated as if a whole hot iron had been rolled around on it...

Such a sorry state is unprecedented in a century.

However, Yamamoto showed no emotional fluctuations and even took the initiative to suppress his subordinates who wanted to lash out.

"Sparrow Division... step back."

"But Captain, what you're doing is really too much..."