The golden half-human, half-cat lightning beast ran at high speed around Makiya. Her spiritual pressure shifted constantly according to Yoruichi's mood, changing forty-eight times per second. The lightning cat claws stepped on the air, and the sound of breaking glass grew louder.
At the same time, a loud alarm suddenly blared in the Department of Research and Development. A terrifying spiritual pressure enveloped the entire 12th Division from an unknown source. Even seated officers felt their bodies go soft and their limbs lose strength.
Kisuke Uhara looked up from his data with a blank expression, then his face changed drastically.
"Crap! The underground space has been breached by spiritual pressure!"
He had prepared the underground space for some illicit research, such as Hollowfication experiments and the creation of the Hogyoku.
"I'm doomed. I didn't expect the battle between Makiya and Yoruichi to cause such a commotion. I need to hurry up and find an excuse... to lie to the old man..."
Kisuke Uhara had a bitter look on his face, countless excuses flashing through his mind. In the end, he realized that no matter how he explained it, all he could see in his mind was the image of himself being burned to ash by a single strike.
A piercing alarm sounded throughout the Seireitei. A large number of Captains and Lieutenants converged on the Department of Research and Development.
Retsu Unohana, Shunsui Kyoraku, Kenpachi Zaraki, Shinji Hirako... A large group of Captains arrived at the 12th Division. The ordinary division members, who were struggling to evacuate, had never seen so many Captains before. They were trembling with excitement.
Of course, it could also be out of fear, because behind the group of Captains and Lieutenants stood a plain-looking bald old man.
The old man appeared kind and gentle, leaning on a cane, looking quite frail.
However, the cross-shaped scar on the right side of his head was completely at odds with his gentle demeanor. His white eyebrows were smooth and neat, clearly well-groomed. His beard, tied with a purple ribbon, hung down to his waist, exuding an aura of many years passed. He wore the haori that symbolized his status as a Captain, with the character 'One' on his back being particularly conspicuous.
Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto!
The founder of the Gotei 13, the founder and headmaster of the Shino Academy, Captain of the 1st Division, Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13, the leader of the criminals from a thousand years ago, and the strongest Soul Reaper in the Soul Society!
If Makiya was a master of Zankensoki, then Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto was someone who had reached the pinnacle in every aspect of Zankensoki. He was a being who could single-handedly crush Captain-level Soul Reapers even without releasing his Zanpakuto.
Most terrifying of all was the old man's Zanpakuto—Ryujin Jakka. It was the strongest and oldest fire-type Zanpakuto, boasting the highest offensive power in the Soul Society. The heat released by its Shikai was enough to turn everything it touched into ash. The temperature after Bankai was like the core of the sun, with power sufficient to evaporate all moisture in the Soul Society and destroy the entire realm.
Thump!
The cane in Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto's hand slammed heavily onto the ground, causing everyone's hearts to skip a beat.
"Kisuke Uhara..."
"Captain-Commander, I'm here." Kisuke Uhara ran over, passing through the group of Captains to reach the Captain-Commander's side.
"What exactly is going on?"
"It... it's like this. Yoruichi Shihoin invited Makiya, the 6th Seat of the 5th Division, for a sparring match, and then..."
Halfway through his sentence, a massive surge of spiritual pressure poured out again, rapidly spreading upward from deep underground.
Everything in the Soul Society was composed of Reishi. As the two powerful spiritual pressures intertwined, everything they touched—soil, brick walls, or tiles—disintegrated completely, dissolving into basic Reishi and vanishing into the air.
Debris flew everywhere. By some stroke of luck, a few wood splinters bypassed the crowd and got stuck in the Captain-Commander's meticulously maintained beard.
"It's over!" Kisuke Uhara felt bitter inside, wanting to cry but having no tears.
A massive crater appeared in the ground. As everyone looked down, they could see a translucent space deep underground, held together by numerous devices and Kido barriers.
Inside the space, two figures—one red and one gold—were entangled, colliding fiercely.
"Huh?" Makiya suddenly noticed the sky had changed color. Looking up, he saw a particularly conspicuous bald head among the crowd. Old Man Yamamoto was looking at him with an unfriendly expression.
"You still dare to be distracted? Roar!!!" Yoruichi let out a beastly roar. Her sharp claws pulled out five massive blades of light, cutting through the flames of Chisato and whistling toward Makiya.
"Stop fighting, something's happened!" Makiya swung his blade to parry the light blades, constantly nodding his head upward and winking. "Captain Yoruichi, we seem to be in trouble."
'What's going on? Uhara's space isn't good enough. In the original story, when Ichigo was training for his Hollowfication, a bunch of Captains used Bankai and everything was fine. Why is the one I'm using so fragile?'
"Meow?" Yoruichi looked up in confusion. Seeing the scene behind the shattered sky, she grinned at the Captain-Commander. "Lord Captain-Commander, it's rare for me to enter the Shunryu Kokuryu Senki form. Let me have some fun for once, meow."
As she spoke, Yoruichi shifted her spiritual pressure again and charged at Makiya. Her voice echoed in the ears of the Captains through the shattered space. "I, Yoruichi Shihoin, Head of the Shihoin Clan, have invited Makiya, 6th Seat, to help me practice Kido. I will take full responsibility for the damage caused to the Seireitei. I hope everyone can be understanding, meow!"
Makiya took a sharp breath. This was one of the Five Noble Families of the Soul Society; they certainly spoke boldly.
In reality, it wasn't a big deal. Yoruichi only dared to speak like that because she knew the Captain-Commander's temperament.
Perhaps the old man was actually happy to see the younger generation so full of vitality, only putting on an angry face to maintain the stability of the Seireitei. The old man himself was even more lawless when he was young.
Moreover, the identity of the Head of the Shihoin Clan, one of the Five Noble Families of the Soul Society, was indeed terrifying and held significant weight.
The terrifying fluctuations of spiritual pressure continued to spread. The Captain-Commander squinted his eyes, expressionless.
Just as the group of Captains was confused, the old man suddenly picked up his cane and smacked the backside of Shunsui Kyoraku, who was watching the scene. "What are you standing there for? Why haven't you gone down to help reinforce the barrier?"
"Ah... Yes, Captain-Commander." Shunsui Kyoraku, looking like a middle-aged man, didn't dare dodge. After taking a hit from the cane, he pouted, adjusted his straw hat, and appeared next to the Kido barrier with Shunpo, extending both hands to release Kido.
Shunsui Kyoraku had a face full of stubble and very smooth wavy hair. His Shihakusho revealed uninhibited chest hair, and he wore a flashy pink floral kimono over his Captain's haori. He looked like a greasy middle-aged man, but he was actually a reliable person—provided he wasn't slacking off.
He and the Captain of the 13th Division, Jushiro Ukitake, were both beloved students of Captain-Commander Yamamoto. He was also one of the four Captains who had served in their position for the longest time.
Boom! Boom!
The spiritual pressure, compressed to the limit, continued to spread. Shunsui Kyoraku gradually retracted the lazy expression from his face. His gaze toward Makiya was filled with amazement. "Oh my, the young people these days are truly incredible. With this kind of spiritual pressure, even this uncle is about to reach his limit."
The Captain-Commander opened one eye to glance at Shunsui Kyoraku and coughed once. The other Captains followed suit, appearing next to the Kido barrier with Shunpo to help stabilize the crumbling barrier.
As the spiritual pressure was suppressed and sealed, the members of the Gotei 13 gathered from all around, discussing the two people engaged in the fierce battle.
"Who is that?"
"Stupid, you don't even know Captain Yoruichi Shihoin?"
"I'm talking about the other one."
"Oh, I'm not sure either. Lord Yoruichi seemed to say something just now, but unfortunately, I was too far away to hear clearly."
"That's the 6th Seat of our division, Lord Makiya!" A member of the 5th Division jumped out and introduced him to everyone with a face full of pride.
"6th Seat? You're not joking, are you? Can a 6th Seat have such terrifying spiritual pressure? Are all the seated officers in your 5th Division Captain-level?"
"I'm not sure either, but that's just the way it is."
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