Yamamoto Genryūsai's expression was dark and unreadable, his ancient eyes shifting like molten iron. Across from him, Aizen stood calm and smiling faintly, his gaze cold and amused. Around them, Sui-Feng, Kyōraku Shunsui, and Hitsugaya Tōshirō had gone pale, their faces drawn tight with silent dread. Every pair of eyes turned toward Wandawise.
At that moment, Wandawise still looked dazed, but his body had transformed drastically. His shoulders jutted high, limbs stretched unnaturally long, his torso swollen like a pear, and his mask warped into a blazing fire-face. It was his Resurrección—Fire Prince.
The gathered Shinigami stared blankly, shock spreading through their ranks. The strongest Zanpakutō in Soul Society's history, Ryūjin Jakka, had been sealed by a creature barely capable of coherent thought.
Aizen's voice broke the silence, laced with mockery. "So, Captain Yamamoto… what will you do now? It seems your Zanpakutō is useless." Ichimaru Gin chuckled lightly, his eyes narrowing into crescents. "That's troublesome, ain't it?"
Wandawise panted heavily, excitement flashing in his eyes as he fixed his gaze on the old captain. "Hateful... these dregs…" Sui-Feng's teeth ground audibly, her face twisting with anger, and the other Shinigami looked grim and wordless.
Yamamoto said nothing. He merely lowered his blade and sheathed it, the motion calm and deliberate. His weathered face betrayed no emotion, but the air around him rippled violently as his Reiatsu surged upward, splitting the sky.
Yamamoto Genryūsai — the strongest Shinigami in a thousand years. Even without his Zanpakutō, he remains invincible.
The soft click of the blade sliding into its sheath rang like a temple bell at dawn, clear and final. Then, without warning, Wandawise lunged, his elongated arm cutting through the air like a cannon shot. The blow came fast and brutal.
Yamamoto's eyes did not flicker. His old muscles tensed once, and his fist met the attack head-on. The collision roared like thunder. The shockwave tore through the plaza, forcing Sui-Feng and the others to squint against the gale. When their vision cleared, Wandawise's arm hung twisted and bent like wet cloth.
The next instant, the Arrancar was sent flying, smashing through buildings in a rolling wave of debris. Yamamoto remained unmoved, still holding his punching stance, his aura undiminished. Silence fell over the battlefield.
"The old man is still as terrifying as ever…" Kyōraku murmured, eyes shadowed with mixed awe and sorrow. Omaeda peeked from behind a shattered wall, whispering, "Master Commander… really gets stronger with age…" Sui-Feng said nothing. Watching the old man's back, she saw not just her commander, but a faint image of someone else—a boy who once stood against gods. Her eyes dimmed. Why hasn't he come yet…?
A low groan echoed from the rubble as Wandawise rose again, his right arm dangling like a broken vine. Blood dripped freely, yet his wide eyes gleamed with childlike innocence. Ignorance—true fearlessness. Yamamoto regarded him with cold detachment, neither joy nor sorrow reflected in his gaze.
With a feral roar, Wandawise bent his knees and leapt, cracking the ground beneath him. He turned into a cannonball of flame and fury, crashing into Yamamoto once more. The two figures collided, and the air filled with explosive impacts. Boom. Boom. Boom. Each sound heavier than the last, the shockwaves clawing across the sky until a final blast hurled Wandawise backward again.
When the dust cleared, the Fire Prince was a ruin of flesh and blood, his body dented by countless fist marks. Blood pooled beneath him, soaking into the stones. Still, the vacant grin remained, his laughter trembling with madness. Yamamoto, untouched except for a few tears in his captain's haori, watched impassively.
Then his eyes narrowed slightly as he noticed Wandawise's flesh knitting back together. High-Speed Regeneration—the curse of the Arrancar. The creature's crippled arm straightened, and his eyes once again lit with wild, mindless fighting spirit.
He lunged again. Yamamoto exhaled quietly and met the charge. But this time, Wandawise didn't swing. He reached out and grabbed the old man's arm. Yamamoto did not resist. He wanted to see what trick this beast would attempt.
A crack split open on Wandawise's shoulder, and from it burst countless pale arms, each one clenched into a fist.
"Wandawise!!"
The Fire Prince shrieked with excitement, and the storm began. Thousands of fists rained down, blotting out the light, pounding Yamamoto's chest in a relentless storm.
"Captain!!"
"Old man!!"
The Shinigami shouted in alarm as the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed—bang, bang, bang—until the entire ground trembled. When it finally stopped, Wandawise staggered back, gasping. "Ha… ha…" His eyes, still bright, flickered with doubt.
"Finished?" Yamamoto's deep voice rumbled like distant thunder. The smoke cleared, revealing his tattered feather cloak—but the man himself stood unscathed. The Shinigami stared in disbelief. Even Wandawise's expression froze, unable to comprehend it.
"Then next," Yamamoto said softly, "it's the old man's turn."
With a hiss of air, he shattered the grip on his arms, drew back his fist, and inhaled deeply. "One bone."
His blow struck like lightning. The shockwave exploded through Wandawise's abdomen, crumpling it inward. Blood gushed from his mouth in a violent arc, but Yamamoto was not done.
He drew back once more, this time lowering his stance, and both fists coiled with immense force. "Double bones!"
The impact that followed was several times stronger, smashing into Wandawise's chest and abdomen with crushing power. Blood and fragments of organs burst from his mouth as his body twisted grotesquely before collapsing. The damage was absolute—beyond regeneration. The life of the so-called Fire Prince ended in silence.
Yamamoto withdrew his fists slowly, his expression unchanged. In this brutal contest between age and youth, the victor was clear. Who said the old fear the young? They simply have not met the true master.
Turning his gaze from the fallen Arrancar, Yamamoto faced his real opponent—Aizen Sōsuke.
Aizen smiled faintly. "Ah… I forgot to mention something. Wandawise's true ability…"
Yamamoto's eyes sharpened. Behind him, Wandawise's corpse began to swell.
"That's—!"
"He's going to explode!!"
All the Shinigami's faces changed in an instant as the air filled with the rising hum of destruction.
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