The whole thing, including tying them up, had taken less than five seconds. Several of the armored underlings hadn't even had time to react.
Shinji Hirako whistled from the sidelines. "Scary woman. They hadn't even made a move yet."
"I don't have much patience for small fry." Yuko glanced back at him, then looked at Ganryu, bound at the front. "Are there only six of you?"
"Are there any others?"
"...You've got to be kidding! It can't end here!!!"
Only then did Ganryu truly come to his senses. Veins bulged at his temples, and his spiritual pressure surged.
Everyone froze.
Well, this guy wasn't bad. His spiritual pressure was approaching Captain-level.
But...
The spiritual-energy ropes binding them didn't budge.
"How is this possible?!" Ganryu's face twisted. "How can the gap between us be this big?!"
"Who the hell are you?!"
Yuko's eyes held no emotion. "Sorry, but if you were facing the Bankai of one of these small fry behind me, you might have managed to struggle for a bit."
"Too bad you ran into me."
That was true—not because of the difference in spiritual pressure, but because of how their abilities worked.
If an enemy's spiritual pressure was sufficiently weaker than Yuko's, they had no way to resist her ability.
Like Aizen's Kyoka Suigetsu, rule-based Zanpakuto simply weren't fair.
If your spiritual pressure was stronger, you could suppress an opponent until they died.
Against direct-attack Zanpakuto like Old Man Yama's or Toshiro's, though, an enemy could still put up some resistance even with a huge gap in spiritual pressure.
Ganryu's pupils contracted. "You said Bankai?! When did you...?"
So that's how it is?!
That's why this woman could pin us down with spiritual pressure alone!
No. Even so, her spiritual pressure is unfathomable.
*Since when did Soul Society have