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Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto slowly opened his eyes at that moment, his gaze locking onto Aaron in the distance—an opponent radiating an overwhelming aura of power. His expression grew stern.
The dozens of strikes he had unleashed with his blade had all been absorbed by that eerie mirror.
Suddenly, an inexplicable sense of danger gripped Yamamoto's heart.
His eyes widened as he saw dozens of fiery projectiles emerging from the mirror, each one carrying the force of his own attacks. His face grew even more serious.
A wave of searing Reiatsu erupted from Yamamoto, engulfing his entire body and forming a crimson protective barrier.
In the blink of an eye, the fireballs streaking out of the mirror closed in on him. He could now clearly see that they were, in fact, the very same attacks he had just unleashed.
"Boom—!"
A deafening explosion erupted as Yamamoto was sent hurtling backward.
Twin streaks of fire trailed beneath his feet as he soared through the sky, igniting the very air he passed through.
When he finally came to a stop, thick smoke rose from his body, his form charred and scorched.
"Crack."
The sound of shattering glass echoed as Aaron calmly stepped out from the now-dissipated cube that had encased him.
His gaze was cold as he looked upon the battered Yamamoto, and he spoke softly: "You've lost."
The onlookers below had witnessed everything, their expressions mixed with shock, fear, and disbelief.
Yet Yamamoto merely coughed, fixing his gaze upon Aaron as he spoke in a deep voice: "I never imagined you had reached such a level…
But for the sake of the Soul Society, even if it costs me my life, I will suppress you completely!"
His eyes burned with determination as he continued, "You've not only committed heinous acts but also allowed Aizen to escape. What is your true intent?"
Aaron shook his head and let out a quiet chuckle. "If you intend to use Bankai, do it now—otherwise, you won't get another chance."
Yamamoto studied Aaron, whose demeanor remained unshaken, then glanced at the people below.
He hesitated. He was well aware of the catastrophic destruction Ryūjin Jakka's Bankai could bring to the Soul Society.
Just then, an unusual spatial fluctuation rippled through the air.
A massive portal appeared in the sky, emitting ghostly wails and tortured screams.
A sinister force seeped from the gateway, making even the steadfast Yamamoto tense as he demanded, "What is this? The Gates of Hell!?
How many secrets are you hiding? What is your goal?"
Aaron, watching Yamamoto's reaction, smiled faintly. "Since you are so devoted to the Soul Society, then come with me—to Hell. Don't disappoint me."
The spectators below could only watch helplessly as the two vanished into the portal.
At that moment, a figure appeared midair. It was none other than Ōetsu Nimaiya.
Kyoraku Shunsui looked up, his expression filled with concern. Turning to Jūshirō Ukitake, he sighed bitterly and said, "Looks like Old Man Yama is in real trouble this time."
Jūshirō Ukitake, momentarily stunned, then murmured, "That's the power of Hell… How did he manage this?"
"Shunsui, even with Bankai, do you think Master Yamamoto can win?"
Kyoraku Shunsui shook his head slightly, staring at the ominous gate without a word.
Somewhere in Hell…
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto and Aaron faced each other from a distance. Yamamoto sighed, gazing at the opponent who had repeatedly defied expectations.
He recalled the past, the moment when he and Ōetsu Nimaiya first met Aaron a thousand years ago, feeling admiration for his potential.
But now, that same man stood as his greatest adversary, his power unfathomable.
As the agonized screams of the damned echoed through the infernal realm, Yamamoto frowned and spoke: "After all these years, you have never truly opened your heart to anyone.
Even Nimaiya, who has aided you countless times, has never been able to see through you.
Compared to Aizen, you are even more unpredictable.
For the sake of the Soul Society, no matter what history remembers of me—I will put an end to you."
All of the Gotei 13 knew the truth.
The Soul Society was Yamamoto's greatest weakness, the thing he held most dear.
If its existence were ever threatened, he would be the first to rise in its defense.
Aaron, possessing the knowledge of a traveler from another world, understood this well.
But he refused to let it justify opposition against him.
And so, they found themselves here—in Hell.
"Let's begin," Aaron said softly.
Yamamoto hesitated only briefly before unleashing his full power.
An intense wave of Reiatsu, hot as a blazing inferno, surged toward Aaron.
As Yamamoto prepared to strike with his strongest attack, Aaron watched with a slight smirk, observing the skyrocketing surge of Yamamoto's Reiatsu through a detection loop.
If Aaron was a sword, then Yamamoto was the whetstone that would sharpen him.
He was eager to see what surprises Yamamoto's peak strength could offer him.
Aaron summoned his full power, the 'Shokuryō' in his hand distorting into a bottomless void, devouring the surrounding Reiatsu and Reishi at an alarming rate.
Meanwhile, Yamamoto became akin to a legendary blade, his spiritual pressure igniting the very air around him.
His voice thundered through the battlefield as he roared:
"All things in creation… turn to ash! Ryūjin Jakka!"
Bankai—Zanka no Tachi!
"The East—Rising Sun Edge! The West—Sun Prison Garb! The South—Summoning of the Dead! The North—All Becomes Ash!"
Hell itself trembled as flames engulfed the realm. Legions of skeletal figures burst forth from the ground, swarming toward Aaron like an apocalyptic plague of locusts.
The very Reishi of the environment began to combust under the sheer heat of Yamamoto's Bankai.
But he did not stop.
Determined to eliminate this threat once and for all, Yamamoto wielded Ryūjin Jakka with supreme skill, seamlessly integrating Hakuda and Kendō into his relentless assault.
He vanished into an afterimage, appearing directly before Aaron, his fists and blade engulfed in unrelenting flames.
"One Stroke!" "Twin Bones!" "Sword Art!" "Sword Pressure!" "Sever—! Ghostfire Annihilation!"
Each attack carried the force to incinerate existence itself.
As the flames swallowed Aaron, his blood vaporized upon escaping his wounds.
At last, he was sent flying, his body lifeless in the aftermath.
Yamamoto exhaled heavily, lowering Ryūjin Jakka.
But just as he was about to move—
The world shattered like a broken mirror.
A chilling voice echoed from above.
"That was all… an illusion."
Aaron stood in the air, expression indifferent, as he swung his blade once more.
A black sword shadow flashed.
In an instant, a deep wound tore across Yamamoto's body.
He fell.
Into a pool of his own blood.
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