It could be said that the current Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni was truly difficult to deal with.
Although the Asahi Sword was indestructible, it had one weakness that could kill him.
At this moment, however, with Nishi: Zanjitsu Gokui activated, his entire body was enveloped in 15 million degrees of flame and spiritual pressure. Anything that approached him was reduced to ash before it could even touch him.
Even the countless poisons and insidious methods devised by Kurotsuchi Mayuri were rendered meaningless-those toxins evaporated into nothing before they could reach him.
Power-this was what true, overwhelming power looked like.
Even the most intelligent minds could not conceive of any effective way to defeat Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni in this state.
He was indeed the man who had defeated Yhwach a thousand years ago.
He was truly the invincible protector of the Seireitei-the one before whom no other Shinigami had surpassed in over a millennium.
Yet under that immense heat, even the Soul Society itself seemed unlikely to endure for long.
Yhwach raised both hands and drew out a blue spirit arrow.
He hurled the arrow toward Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni.
With ease, Yamamoto cleaved it in two. The split halves flew behind him and detonated, destroying two buildings within the Seireitei in the process.
"As I thought," Yamamoto said coldly. "Your sword is broken, and now you have only your arrows."
Yhwach extended his arm toward him. "No matter what you attempt, it will be useless!"
"The Quincy's battle methods," Yhwach declared, "are not limited to the Quincy Cross or the Heilig Pfeil!"
"Holy Chant-Hymn to the Sanctuary!"
He turned his palm upward. From his fingertips erupted five silver rectangular strips made of concentrated reishi, each engraved with Roman numerals. The strips struck the ground and formed into the shape of a massive five-pointed star.
From the star rose over a dozen beams of blue light, each topped with the Quincy cross-the Heiligenschein der Vernichtung.
"This," Yhwach said, "is the Sanctuary Hymn-a Quincy formation that merges offense and defense. Step inside it, and you will be annihilated instantly by the Light of God!"
"A trivial thing!" Yamamoto answered. He thrust his charred Zanpakutō into the ground, his gaze cutting through the flames.
"O corpses-the ashes of those who perished within my flames-lend me your strength!"
"For now... I'll grant you the joy of battle!"
Cracks tore open across the ground as the charred corpses of the fallen began to reemerge.
From the ashes, skeletal bodies crawled forth-each reduced to blackened bone, each fragile enough to collapse upon touch-yet alive once again through Yamamoto's command.
These were the spirits of those who had died by his own Ryūjin Jakka.
"What-?"
"What is happening?"
Countless dead surged toward Yhwach, their forms moving as one tide.
Before their advance, the Sanctuary Hymn's luminous walls began to distort and fade beneath their weight.
Yamamoto's expression hardened. "Fire: Jūman Okushi Daisōjin-the ashes of those slain by my flames are granted form once again. Every soul that awakens becomes my weapon and limb. Those judged by me as enemies will burn until nothing remains but ash!"
Yhwach laughed harshly.
"Ha! The Captain-General of the Gotei 13 raising the dead? How disgraceful! You're beneath even the lowest of the Shinigami, Yamamoto Shigekuni! Don't fool yourself into thinking this will stop me!"
Yhwach leapt high and swung his fist down at Yamamoto-but before the strike could connect, walls of corpses rose in front of him. The blow struck them instead, bones splintering beneath his hand.
"Your words are empty," Yamamoto said, his tone calm and cutting.
Yhwach's eyes narrowed as he looked closer-and then froze.
"Sadlitz... Algueira... Hubert..."
Each corpse that clung to him was one of his former subordinates.
Yamamoto's gaze turned to him again. "Do you see them? The subordinates you so carelessly slaughtered?"
He turned and began walking away.
"Stop! Where do you think you're-" Yhwach called after him.
"Don't be so tense," Yamamoto said. "Keep your distance if you wish."
"If you want to kill me, then catch up."
"But first, deal with your fallen followers."
"Yamamoto Shigekuni, you bastard!" Yhwach roared.
He clenched his fists. "You regret not taking my Bankai the first time, don't you? I know-it's not that you didn't want to, but that you couldn't."
"Your ability observes and analyzes the essence of Bankai before stealing it."
"Therefore, for those whose Bankai has not been fully revealed, it cannot be taken."
"I haven't shown my complete power in over a thousand years. That which has no bottom cannot be stolen."
"It's over!"
Yhwach howled in fury, scattering the corpses around him as energy burst from his body.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
"It seems there's some humanity left in you afterall," Yamamoto said, his eyes unflinching.
"Don't pretend to know me!" Yhwach's roar echoed through the battlefield. "I told you-this kind of thing won't stop me!"
"I see your tears, Yhwach," Yamamoto shouted back. "It must be painful-unable to strike me without destroying the remains of your own followers! You must loathe that I forced you to call them back just to face me again!"
His jaw tightened as his expression turned feral with rage. "Yet compared to the Shinigami slaughtered by your hand, your suffering is nothing!"
"Taimatsu Shun: Kita Tenchi Fukumetsu!"
Yamamoto swung his blade with explosive force.
As the name implied-Heaven and Earth were severed.
An immense wound tore open across Yhwach's waist; the flesh within had been completely erased. Only the faintest threads of his body held him together at the edges of the destruction.
Yhwach's body collapsed, falling through the scorched debris like weightless ash.
Silence followed.
Everyone who had witnessed it felt the same thing in their hearts.
Victory had been achieved.
Yhwach was dead.
With the fall of the Quincy King, the crisis had ended.
Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni's charred blade slowly lost its glow, returning to its original form-a white-edged Zanpakutō with the blackened spine of Ryūjin Jakka.
Rain began to fall over the Seireitei. Within moments, the downpour grew heavy, the water reclaiming what flame had consumed.
Amid the sound of rainfall, the Captain-General turned and began walking away.
Yhwach-or what appeared to be him-lay motionless upon the soaked ground. As the rain splashed across his face, he whispered faintly:
"Strength... beyond your limit, huh? I'm... so sorry... Lord Yhwach..."
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