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"More and more people are coming..."

His sighing words were also the sentiments of Yusuke Matsushita at that moment.

As the agreed time drew closer, he raised his hand to touch his clothes and tentatively looked to his side.

"Wait, don't take your clothes off yet... the captain is coming."

Captain-General!

As soon as he finished speaking...

Everyone present turned their gaze to the distance.

An elderly man was walking slowly from the direction he had come from.

His steps were steady and quiet, and his slightly hunched figure revealed the outline of aging... His eyebrows were lowered, and his hair was white.

His eyes were hidden behind his gray hair and beard, concealing a scrutinizing gaze with a hint of appraising.

Judging solely from appearance, he is undoubtedly an ordinary-looking old man.

however……

No one present would underestimate him.

Because this man represents the highest level of combat power in the current Gotei 13, and according to the original work...

The old man is actually stronger now than he was at the beginning of the original story – because the only thing that can restrain and hinder him from beginning to end is his gradually fading 'rage' and 'killing intent'.

It is precisely because the butcher of a thousand years ago sheathed his sword and restrained his killing intent that the Soul Society has become a stage for other young people.

But the sword is still sharp!

It wasn't until he actually saw the other person with his own eyes that Matsushita Yusuke roughly understood... why Aizen was 'timid and hesitant' to take action.

With this giant Buddha statue in charge, how can we even have fun?!

Normally, it's fine to use illusions to make small moves, but if you really piss them off, just look at the unlucky guy on the set of the movie "A Thousand Years of Blood War" next door.

With one strike, both body and soul were annihilated...

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni.

At this moment, simply because of his arrival, the once lively crowd fell silent.

Everyone looked at him, like a flock of sheep waiting for orders, without any objection whatsoever.

Yusuke Matsushita was also slightly lost in thought.

Tap, tap, tap...

The sound of footsteps grew louder as they approached.

Yamamoto and Matsushita Yusuke passed each other by.

Although you don't feel any sense of oppression in the literal sense... that's precisely why it seems terrifying.

Before revealing any 'hostility,' the old man Yamamoto was able to completely conceal his aura! He didn't reveal even the slightest bit of extra power.

Powerful is not just an adjective; when applied to this man, it is a literal statement.

Chojiro Sasaki followed closely behind, brushing past Yusuke Matsushita.

Hey.

Yamamoto was positioned below the execution platform.

He turned around, glanced around, and then spoke in a flat tone.

"It's almost time... Has everyone arrived?"

Chojiro Sasaki stood naturally behind him, his eyes lowered as he spoke.

"Gui Yancheng has not yet arrived."

How much time is left?

"About ten minutes."

"Then wait."

In just a few words, the subsequent arrangements and basis were finalized.

The captain's authority was evident in every aspect... As Matsushita Yusuke was feeling sentimental, he also saw a figure walking towards him from a distance.

Just by looking at his figure, you can tell that he is not Oni Yanshiro Kenpachi.

Instead, she is a woman with her hair tied up, holding a Zanpakuto, and with a gentle expression.

Unohana Retsu...

"Sorry I'm a little late."

Her apologetic tone was equally gentle. As the captain of the Fourth Division, she seemed to be doing just that job... she was only proficient in medicine.

However, Matsushita Yusuke knew that this guy was the second craziest one in the entire place... the original Kenpachi, and also the original captain of the 11th Division.

He was the kind of ruthless person who followed the old man from east to west, cutting down enemies without even blinking an eye.

She naturally walked towards Kyoraku Shunsui's direction, finding her place as an observer.

The two, being Yamamoto's students, were quite tactful and treated Unohana Retsu's arrival with great courtesy.

Matsushita Yusuke could feel the other person subtly observing him... He didn't dare turn his head to look at them, so he could only tense his body and pretend that nothing had happened.

As for communicating with this god of death... let's wait until everything settles down.

That's what I was thinking.

Soi Fon's voice came from the side.

"Ghost City has arrived."

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Upon hearing the sound, Matsushita Yusuke turned his head away.

Then...

His expression began to become somewhat subtle.

Unlike the others who appeared, Oni Yancheng's appearance at this moment was filled with an unparalleled 'presence'.

Yusuke Matsushita was unsure, so much so that he needed to ask others for confirmation at this moment.

"Has he... gotten 'fat'?"

Kichiyo stared blankly for a moment, but quickly came to her senses and nodded emphatically.

"Yes...yes! Matsushita-kun, Captain Onijiro has gotten fatter again!"

It's not an illusion.

His already obese body seemed to have expanded out of thin air.

As the footsteps drew closer, Matsushita Yusuke finally had to raise his head to see the other person's face.

This is……

He must be at least six meters tall.

Of course, it's not just about expansion in height; for Guiyan City at this moment... there's also expansion in the horizontal sense.

Matsushita Yusuke watched as he raised his right hand, touched the corner of his mouth with his thick, fleshy knuckles, and let out a chuckle.

"Boy..."

His voice became deeper and more resonant, yet it also carried an indescribable ethereal quality.

It was as if... this wasn't a solid fat man, but rather an empty shell that had been forcibly pushed open by something.

Matsushita Yusuke looked up and met the other's cruel gaze... Oni Kenpachi's expression gradually became ferocious, his face filled with the word 'fierce'.

"I'm so grateful to you, because if you hadn't come... I would have been dead."

but.

In return, I will not let you die in agony.

What is this? Pre-match trash talk?

Matsushita Yusuke also wanted to retaliate, but Chojiro Sasaki's voice came from the side.

"Time's up, both sides should get ready."

Having said that, Matsushita Yusuke naturally turned his gaze away.

She changed clothes and warmed up. Soi Fon took her clothes and left, seemingly wanting to say something before leaving... but seeing Yoruichi Shihouin and Kisuke Urahara arriving late, she ultimately couldn't speak.

Soi Fon doesn't have the skin to do things that are beneath her dignity in front of her superiors.

The two sides, now standing still, listened to the brief pre-battle statements and disclaimers, and completed the final confirmation procedures—the contents of which were, of course, largely the same.

While it's understandable to disregard life and death, what's more important is the issue of reputation.

"The Eleventh Division lives for battle. This battle will be a battle of honor and lives. I hope you two will do your best... to live up to the name of Kenpachi."

At this point, Chojiro Sasaki stepped back to Yamamoto's side.

A declaration of beginnings?

That kind of thing is completely unnecessary.

Because Oni Yanjo Kenpachi has already made his move.

"what!"

He let out a long laugh, and his balloon-like body moved forward with an eerie lightness, like a launched ball of flesh, crashing straight into Matsushita Yusuke.

"...?"

The speed was so fast that the latter seemed to have no time to react.

He was completely suffocated and took a solid right hook from Gui Yancheng.

Bang!

Yusuke Matsushita was sent flying, creating an echo that was almost like the sound of something breaking through the air... just like a tennis ball that had been thrown high into the air and then hit hard!

A loss right from the start?

"This is……"

Hirako Shinji's mouth was slightly open, and he pressed his chin, revealing a subtle expression.

"A state where spiritual particles are forcibly compressed and gathered entirely within the body?"

"That's right, but it should be a bit more complicated."

Aizen Sousuke, standing to the side, gently pushed up his glasses and softly replied.

"Simply compressing it won't allow you to forcibly contain spiritual energy within your body. Because it's not your own... it's like swallowing explosives—neither safe nor practical."

and so……

"This should be a manifestation of Oni Yancheng's ability... Although it's very crude, and you can tell from the physique that the aftereffects should be quite troublesome... But it should be able to improve one's strength considerably in a short period of time."

In other words.

It is a 'burst state' that comes at the cost of life.

—Of course I know that.

A look of madness flashed in Oni Kenpachi's eyes.

He struck successfully, but unlike before, he didn't immediately show an expression of near smugness.

Because he was standing on the edge of a cliff... no, to be more precise, he was a circus performer suspended on a high platform.

Neither way would lead to failure; the only way to survive was to keep moving forward on the tightrope until one reached the opposite platform.

The cost is irrelevant!

I want to live!

He crashed into Matsushita Yusuke with almost supersonic speed, sending him flying, yet he somehow managed to keep up with Matsushita Yusuke's movements!

I don't want to die, I don't want to lose, so I must go all out.