Under the starlight, Aozaki stood quietly.
His figure was no longer as dazzling as before, but at this moment, he emitted a reassuring soft glow, allowing people to look directly at him without fear.
"Captain Aozaki!"
"It really is Kenpachi Aozaki!!"
"Captain Aozaki saved us, truly the strongest Shinigami!!!"
Everyone shouted excitedly, their hearts filled with admiration and gratitude for Aozaki.
"This junior, he performed well, I'll reluctantly acknowledge him."
Shihōin Chika, holding his Zanpakuto, slowly walked to Yamamoto's side, letting out a long sigh of relief.
He still had the urge to raise his sword and cut down the old man, but he could barely suppress it now.
However, before he could finish speaking, the keen intuition he had honed through years of combat on the battlefield instantly sounded a sharp alarm.
Shihōin Chika couldn't help but shrink his neck, his face turning somewhat pale.
"It seems things are over, and we dead people should return to hell. I'll go ahead."
With that, he intended to raise the Zanpakuto in his hand, preparing to cut his own neck.
But the next second, a tremendous pressure assailed him.
Shihōin Chika's body trembled violently, and he lost his grip, causing his Zanpakuto to fall directly to the ground.
He turned around and saw Aozaki in the sky looking at him with a half-smile.
Not only Shihōin Chika, but all the other Togabito and Jailers who hadn't yet returned to hell felt an incomparably heavy pressure, like a mountain pressing down on them.
This oppressive feeling was undoubtedly Reiatsu!
The First Generation Captains all showed expressions of surprise.
How powerful was their own Reiatsu?
They had already far surpassed ordinary Captain-class Shinigami, and now, after receiving the power of hell, it had increased by another level.
Yet, at this moment, the young man in the sky was able to suppress them with mere Reiatsu.
This was simply too terrifying!
This was definitely not something a Shinigami could do.
If these First Generation Captains were monsters among Shinigami.
Then this young man was undoubtedly a monster among monsters!
"To have reached such a level…"
Aizen frowned, looking at Saizō Sakahone and Izuhara Kinroku, who were heavily panting, his face showing an expression of disbelief.
The powerful oppressive aura emanating from Aozaki caused the surrounding space to tremble.
Although Aozaki's pressure was not directly aimed at him.
But by observing the performance of his two opponents, and the astonishing strength they had just displayed.
It could be inferred that Aozaki's Reiatsu had reached a terrifying level, far exceeding his imagination.
He knew deeply that he could not compare to it, and a sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.
Aizen's eyes were filled with shock and helplessness, and he muttered with a bitter smile:
"This guy's potential… it actually surpasses mine so much."
He realized that Aozaki's strength had exceeded his expectations, and might even surpass his own dimension.
This gap made him feel frustrated and bitter, while also filling him with anticipation for Aozaki's future.
At the same time, people on the battlefield looked up at the sky.
Aozaki's miraculous performance made them wonder if they were in a dream.
Even the Squad members who had just fought fiercely with the last surging monsters, covered in wounds and unable to tend to them, couldn't help but direct some of their attention to Aozaki in the sky.
Yamamoto stood below Aozaki, looking up at the god-like figure, his expression somewhat dazed.
He secretly mused:
"What exactly happened to this disciple?"
This natural sense of divinity, it was as if he was meeting the Soul King!
And… why does he have to emit such bright light?
It's making my eyes hurt!
Wait… this kid, doing all this, isn't it just to show off and act cool!?
Yamamoto's eyes widened, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
"Brat, get down here!"
Yamamoto wanted to scold him but no sound came out. While receiving treatment from Unohana, he clicked his tongue.
He widened his eyes, staring intently at Aozaki.
He saw that the arrogant boy gave him a brilliant smile, then slowly raised both hands.
What is this arrogant boy going to do now?
Yamamoto muttered to himself.
Does he have another trick up his sleeve?
As if responding to Yamamoto's inner question.
Aozaki smiled lightly, and with a raise of his hand, countless arms made of black and white Reiatsu, like octopus tentacles, emerged from his sleeves.
Aozaki gracefully flicked his sleeves, and those Reiatsu arms, like a group of winding dragons and snakes, swiftly rushed towards the Jailers and Togabito.
Their speed was extremely fast, reaching the enemies in the blink of an eye.
Some still tried to escape, but they found that their bodies were unable to move an inch under the powerful Reiatsu.
Thump!
With a muffled thud, the Reiatsu arms suddenly contracted, and Aozaki tightly grasped the Souls of the screaming crowd.
His handsome face still maintained a serene and calm expression, as if none of this concerned him.
"I told you, I won't let you go!"
Aozaki said faintly, his voice carrying a hint of icy killing intent.
The Jailers and Togabito couldn't argue with him.
As their Souls left their bodies, their consciousness instantly fell into chaos, and their spiritual bodies instantly turned into reishi and returned to hell.
"Goodbye, old friends."
Yamamoto looked at the gradually dissipating reishi, a hint of sadness and helplessness on his face.
He knew that the fate of these people could no longer be changed, and he could only silently wish them peace in another world.
Yamamoto stood quietly in place, holding Ryujin Jakka in his hand, supporting his body.
His eyes revealed a deep sense of fatigue and powerlessness, as if the whole world was pressing down on him.
Those people just disappeared, leaving behind a devastated land.
Yamamoto looked around, his heart filled with emotion and loss. Familiar faces were now gone, leaving him alone to face the ruins.
He seemed to have been drained of all strength, slowly sliding down to the ground against the damp wall, his chest rising and falling constantly.
Every breath seemed so difficult, as if his life was slowly ebbing away.
After a few seconds, Yamamoto propped himself up, trying to regain some strength.
He looked up, his gaze meeting that of the Shinigami in the sky.
Their eyes met, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.
The moment seemed to span a thousand years, and in the old man's memory, a familiar figure gradually overlapped with that of the young man.
Both were the center of attention, both were relied upon by everyone.
That young man was so real that Yamamoto completely forgot that for the past few decades, he had been scolding him as a good-for-nothing.
At this moment, he finally realized that the young man before him was the legendary Aozaki, the hero who saved the world.
Yamamoto performed a slow and solemn samurai bow.
And the young man returned a smile.
"Banzai!"
"Captain Aozaki, Banzai!!!"
Cheers echoed throughout the Soul Society, surging like waves, one higher than the last.