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The moment Yamamoto Genryuzai drew his Zanpakutō, the air itself trembled. Without hesitation he released its Shikai.
Blazing heat erupted, wreathing his body in fire. His captain's haori ignited instantly, fluttering into ash, leaving only his scarred torso exposed. The old wounds across his flesh glowed red as flames licked across them like molten veins.
From the edge of Ryūjin Jakka's blade, torrents of flame poured outward, surging hundreds of meters in every direction.
"Zzzzt!"
Everything within reach of the fire was reduced to dust. Stone melted. Earth blackened into charcoal. In moments, the field became a scorched wasteland.
Ryūjin Jakka—Zanpakutō of Yamamoto Genryuzai, the strongest of the fire-type blades. Its Shikai burned with heat rivaling the surface of the sun. Its Bankai's temperature, legend claimed, rivaled the core itself. At six thousand degrees, nothing could withstand even the faintest touch.
"Kuchiki Shiraha," the old man's voice thundered, "let me test your Shikai against mine. Torch."
He swung Ryūjin Jakka with crushing weight. The sky blazed. A tornado of flame erupted, towering hundreds of meters high, spinning violently as it swallowed Shiraha whole.
Far away, the other captains and lieutenants watched from the safety of distance.
Ichimaru Gin's eyes narrowed slightly though his grin never faltered. "Ah, ah, Captain Suì-Fēng, looks like your Second Division's barracks are gone."
Suì-Fēng's golden eyes flashed cold. "That's nothing to concern yourself with, Captain Ichimaru." She had already evacuated her division earlier at Yamamoto's order. The empty buildings could burn to cinders; Seireitei would rebuild.
Ukitake chuckled as he glanced at Kuchiki Byakuya. "You look calm, Byakuya. Are you not worried? That is Old Man Yamamoto's Shikai."
Byakuya's expression did not waver. "Shiraha does not act without certainty. I trust him. Watch closely, Shunsui—you will see what I mean. I too am curious whether his Shikai is as formidable as you claimed."
Hitsugaya Tōshirō stared at the wall of fire, sweat beading on his brow despite the distance. "Unbelievable… Such destructive force." His Hyōrinmaru, strongest of the ice-types, would be crushed beneath this flame. If Shikai alone burned with this power, could his ice even manifest before Yamamoto's Bankai? Doubt weighed heavy in his chest.
From Kenpachi's shoulder, Yachiru cheered, waving her tiny fist. "Go on, Shiraha! Don't die!"
Kenpachi grinned, bloodlust rising. "Oi, Kuchiki Shiraha, don't you dare die! Your life belongs to me alone!"
Unohana tilted her head, voice soft but amused. "Captain Aizen, you seem remarkably composed. Do you not wonder whether Shiraha can withstand Ryūjin Jakka?"
Aizen adjusted his glasses, his eyes gleaming behind the lens. "Captain Unohana, I trust Captain Kyoraku's judgment. If Shiraha's Shikai truly holds the power he described, then Ryūjin Jakka's flames alone will not harm him. Besides, the Captain-Commander will not recklessly endanger him. This will be… enlightening."
Unohana's gentle smile returned. "Indeed. I share your curiosity."
On the sidelines, Kira Izuru's worry was plain. "Vice-Captain Komamura, it's been so long without movement. Has Captain Shiraha… already been incinerated?"
Komamura shook his head, voice resolute. "No. I trust Captain Shiraha—and Captain-Commander Genryuzai would never take his life so lightly."
Renji leaned forward, confidence shining in his eyes. "Don't worry, Kira. Shiraha won't fall here. He's stronger than you think."
All eyes turned back to the inferno. Yamamoto stood with Ryūjin Jakka steady in his grip, his gaze locked on the swirling firestorm. Doubt stirred. So much time had passed, yet Shiraha had not emerged. If not for the undeniable pressure of his Reiatsu, Yamamoto might have thought him reduced to ash.
Just as he prepared to retract the flames, a figure moved within the blaze. Slowly, calmly, Shiraha walked forward.
The flames parted around him. Within a one-meter radius centered on his body, all fire froze mid-air, halted by an unseen barrier. Ryūjin Jakka's inferno could not touch him.
"It seems even Ryūjin Jakka—the strongest of all fire-type Zanpakutō—cannot reach me," Shiraha murmured as his Observation Haki traced every flicker of heat.
He had remained motionless not out of fear, but to test the limits of his technique. His No-Limit Spell: Stopping Power. Could it truly halt the fire of Ryūjin Jakka? Now he had his answer. The flames, no matter how fierce, could not breach his domain. And should danger arise, he still had Cang, ready to teleport him away.
Which meant… even Ryūjin Jakka's Bankai might not strike him.
Yamamoto's eyes narrowed. "Burning the City!"
He swung Ryūjin Jakka again. Flames erupted in the shape of a colossal hand, descending toward Shiraha with overwhelming force. The air roared like a furnace.
But the moment the fiery palm entered Shiraha's one-meter radius, its speed faltered. The burning mass slowed to a crawl, frozen as though time itself resisted. Shiraha simply stepped aside, unhurried.
As he moved past, the flames regained their natural momentum, crashing down upon the ground behind him. The earth hissed and vaporized, leaving behind a crater hundreds of meters wide, charred black by six thousand degrees of fire.
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