Above the Soul King Palace, Monk watched the torrent of spiritual pressure that nearly pierced the clouds, a helpless look on his face. He glanced at Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, who was calmly drinking tea beside him, and asked in confusion:
"Aren't you worried about what's happening below? Even if he's your successor, facing the Tsunayashiro Clan's Zanpakuto is still dangerous. After all, that is something that belongs to a god."
Head Captain Yamamoto merely set the hot tea in his hand on the table, his expression utterly calm.
"There is no use in rushing. Besides, against an enemy of that caliber, my disciple is more than enough to handle him."
Seeing Genryūsai's composed demeanor, Monk smiled as well. He took a large gulp of tea and said with some feeling, "I really envy you for finding such a fine successor. I'd like to have a disciple like that too..."
Hearing that, Captain-Commander merely glanced at Monk without saying anything. He knew everything about Zero Division, and he knew that they would never truly die. Especially this Monk before him—his position had been personally established by the Soul King at the dawn of the world. He was destined never to have a successor.
Becoming an immortal was destined to mean giving up certain things.
Divinity and humanity sometimes stood in irreconcilable conflict.
And those abandoned things were precisely what Captain-Commander valued most.
That was why he would rather slowly grow old than join the Soul King Palace.
To grow old beneath the wind and sunlight while watching the younger generation laugh and play, watching their small bodies grow strong—wasn't that a wonderful thing?
At least, that was what Captain-Commander believed.
Flames swept through the thunderstorm. Before the rain could even fall, the terrifying heat had already evaporated it completely. The steam