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Silence.

Total silence.

A dead, overwhelming silence.

The moment Old Man Yamamoto shouted Bankai, it was as if the entire world held its breath.

The flames that had once raged on his blade suddenly vanished. What remained was a charred-looking sword, dark and burned.

All around, Shinigami who witnessed the scene swallowed hard, their hearts filled with a mix of awe and tension.

In a thousand years, no one had ever seen the Captain-Commander's Bankai—because no opponent had ever lasted long enough to force him to use it.

But now, many of them felt confused.

According to legend, Yamamoto's Bankai held the power to destroy the world. Its flames were said to burn with heat equal to the sun's core.

Yet... this blade—blackened and dull—showed no sign of flame.

There was no fire. No heat. No pressure.

But the captains who stood closest to him could feel it.

That charred blade didn't look like much, but it radiated a terrifying presence.

The pressure of a thousand years of Reiatsu had been compressed into the sword. The flames of the sun had been condensed beyond imagination. That's why there was no visible flame or spiritual energy leaking from it.

It was too dense. Too dangerous.

Qiye's mouth twitched as he stared at Yamamoto, clearly annoyed. "You grumpy old man... did you really have to use Bankai?"

In the original Bleach story, Yamamoto rarely fought seriously. Even in critical moments, his sword was either sealed or stolen—he barely ever had the chance to show his true strength.

And now, during what was supposed to be a friendly sparring match with him, he went all-out and activated Bankai?

"What is this? Bonus damage to allies too?!"

Qiye muttered under his breath but didn't lower his guard. He gripped his Susanoo sword tightly—the one that could slice through space itself.

"Come, boy!"

Yamamoto raised Ryūjin Jakka, now in its Bankai state, and stepped forward. He rushed at Qiye and swung his blade:

"Zanka no Tachi—East: Rising Sun Blade!"

The blackened sword struck the Susanoo blade again.

In an instant—Cracks appeared on Qiye's massive energy blade.

The ground beneath them rumbled violently, as if something invisible had just devoured the earth.

A deep canyon was carved into the land.

"That sword…?" Qiye stared seriously at the cracks spreading through his Susanoo blade.

"It doesn't burn. It doesn't explode. But whatever it touches—just disappears without a trace..."

"This is more terrifying than fire," he muttered. "One slash already cracked my weapon. At most, it can take one more hit…"

"No, I can't win like this..."

Without hesitation, Qiye changed tactics. He made Susanoo pull back fast and launched dozens of black shuriken instead—each one seven to eight meters wide.

They twisted through space and appeared instantly in front of Yamamoto.

But Yamamoto simply waved his blade.

With just a few strikes and a thunderous shout, every single black shuriken vanished—without even a trace of destruction left behind.

They weren't burned.

They were erased.

Qiye's eyelid twitched.

He gritted his teeth and swung the massive, cracked Susanoo weapon once more, pushing down with all his might.

"Hmph. Still resisting?"

Yamamoto sneered coldly. He held Ryūjin Jakka in one hand and slashed forward.

Now empowered by his full Bankai, his entire body surged with spiritual power. He truly believed—no one could stand against him in this state.

A loud explosion followed.

The sky-blue Susanoo blade—once as large as a mountain—was shattered with that single strike.

At the same moment, Qiye's Susanoo moved in close. It reached out with its right hand and, with a shout, Qiye declared:

"Who wants to keep fighting you!? Go calm down somewhere else!"

"Kamui!!"

Instantly, the space around Yamamoto began to twist and spiral. Within moments, he vanished—sucked into the distorted vortex of Kamui.

"Damn... what a monster," Qiye exhaled, sweat dripping from his face. "Took seventy percent of my spiritual energy just to move him to Kamui space…"

He knew this wasn't a victory.

At best, it bought him some time.

"Yeah… time to disappear."

Without another word, Qiye released Susanoo and vanished from the scene in a single step.

Meanwhile—

Inside the distorted Kamui space, Yamamoto landed on a massive floating cube.

His face was grim.

But his Reiatsu flared even stronger than before.

"That brat… he's got a lot of tricks up his sleeve."

Without hesitation, he raised his sword and slashed downward.

With a deafening boom, countless stone cube pillars around him shattered into pieces.

It only took about thirty seconds.

Old Man Yamamoto completely destroyed the Kamui space, then used the Cross-Dimensional Gate to tear through space and return to Seireitei.

"Kyoraku, where is that human brat!?" he demanded, his face dark with anger.

By now, he was fully alert. Nanaya's tricks and abilities wouldn't work on him anymore.

Kyoraku Shunsui gave a bitter smile. "Sensei… that guy already ran. I don't know where he's gone."

Even Shunpo, as fast as Yoruichi's, couldn't keep up with Nanaya's speed.

"That little brat…"

Yamamoto seethed. In over a thousand years, he hadn't been this furious.

Even after using Bankai, he hadn't been able to take Nanaya down.

Just then, in a quiet corner of Seireitei—

Two girls, each barely a meter tall, were fighting fiercely. Suddenly, one of them erupted with a burst of purple Reiatsu.

A loli turned into a queen.

Wielding her Zanpakutō, she said calmly:

"Sing, Antelope Knight!"

Her appearance shifted from human to a half-orc form. A thick tail grew behind her, and she held a heavy spear. The small horned skull on her head changed—two long, segmented horns curved backward. Her collarbone, shoulders, elbows—every joint was now covered in white armor, and her arms wore sleek black gloves.

Kusajishi Yachiru was stunned. She rubbed her eyes with her tiny hands and said in disbelief:

"Nelliel, how did you suddenly grow up!?"

Transformed into her half-orc form, Nilu easily defeated Yachiru, then cheerfully took her konpeitō candy.

"Nilu wins!" she said happily.

Yachiru, frustrated, swung her sword angrily. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pouted in defeat.

Seeing this, Nilu shared more konpeitō with her.

The two little girls, who had just been in an intense fight, suddenly became friends again—giggling and munching on candy together.

Around them, the nearby Shinigami watched, confused and unsure how to react.

Old Man Yamamoto frowned, sheathed Ryūjin Jakka, and muttered:

"That girl… she has the power of a Shinigami…"

Even he had to admit—Nelliel was strong.

In her Resurrección form, her Reiatsu was already on par with Kyoraku Shunsui.

And Kyoraku was one of Yamamoto's own students.

If Hueco Mundo had more Hollows like her, the balance of power between worlds would shift, and Soul Society could be in serious danger.

On a rooftop not far away—

Nanaya stepped out from a spiraling portal and said lazily:

"Grumpy old man, now you see… you shouldn't be too confident in everything."

Yamamoto's eyelids twitched. His hand moved toward his Zanpakutō.

He clearly wanted to strike again.

But he held himself back and asked in a deep voice:

"Kid, since you've been to Hueco Mundo, tell me what's going on over there."

Nanaya didn't want to cause more trouble. After thinking for a moment, he honestly described what he had seen.

The Menos Forest, Hōgyoku Palace, the Espada, the Arrancar Menos, the Hōgyoku itself, Aizen Sōsuke, Resurrección…

As Nanaya spoke, the expressions of the nearby Shinigami grew more serious.

Many subconsciously gripped the hilts of their Zanpakutō.

"The Espada… each one has the power of a captain…"

"And they can keep producing more Arrancar…"

"Aizen Sōsuke… he's become the king of Hueco Mundo and plans to strike back against Soul Society…"

The Shinigami glanced at each other, alarmed.

There was fear in all their eyes.

Compared to Nanaya, the real threat to Soul Society was Hollow-kind.

And now, Hueco Mundo's strength was growing fast. If they created more powerful Arrancar, Seireitei might not be able to stop them.

Nanaya smirked, looked at Yamamoto, and teased:

"Old man, better be careful. If you stay arrogant and careless like this, you're going to get yourself killed."

Yamamoto snorted and turned toward the First Division barracks. Without looking back, he replied:

"I've never been careless. It's just that weaklings aren't worth my time."

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Nanaya rolled his eyes and didn't bother arguing.

Instead, he turned toward Kurosaki Ichigo and the others. With a wide grin, he raised an eyebrow and said cheerfully:

"Hey, everyone—wanna go beat up Urahara Kisuke together!?"

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