"Captain-General!"
Under the oppressive force powerful enough to warp the air, every Shinigami present—whether Captains, Lieutenant Captains, or even the prisoners Rukia and Nanao Ise—
instinctively tensed their bodies and respectfully lowered their heads.
Regardless of their positions, everyone held heartfelt respect for the Strongest Shinigami who had protected the Soul Society for a thousand years.
"Mm."
Captain-General Yamamoto did not turn around, merely giving a heavy response through his nose.
Scorching currents of air whipped the haori symbolizing his absolute authority, making his robes flap like blazing flames.
His perpetually half-lidded old eyes opened slightly, his gaze like two sharp swords stabbing straight toward the Eighth Division barracks.
Disappointment, rage, and some even deeper emotion interwove in those eyes. Even Ross could glimpse only the tip of the iceberg.
Still, though he could not read the expression on his face, Ross understood the old man's state of mind quite well.
Being betrayed by the person closest to you was not a pleasant feeling.
But compared to the ending Captain-General Yamamoto should have had, Ross believed this grand funeral might better suit the Captain-General's wishes.
The tide of the new era had already come roaring in, and the towering pillar of the old era had reached the time for a tragic collapse.
Boom!!
As though answering Captain-General Yamamoto's stare, two equally astonishing Spiritual Pressures shot into the sky from the distant direction of the Eighth Division.
They belonged to Shunsui Kyoraku and Jushiro Ukitake.
The two First-class spiritual powers representing the Soul Society's peak combat strength swept over like two wildly dancing dragons, carrying the force of wind and thunder.
The Lieutenant Captains present immediately turned pale, as though enormous boulders had been placed atop their chests, making even breathing incomparably difficult.
"Hmph!"
Faced with those two provocatively powerful Spiritual