First Division Training Ground.
The venue is large enough to accommodate hundreds of people practicing at the same time.
Captain-General Yamamoto walked straight to the center of the venue, with his back to the entrance.
He handed Haori to Sasakibe next to him.
Sasakibe took it with both hands, held Haori and respectfully retreated to the sidelines.
His back was still bandaged, but there was a smile on his face.
The wound is not healed yet, but my mood seems to be very good.
Unohana Retsu stands next to Sasakibe.
She folded her hands in front of her body and stood upright. Her eyes fell on Yan Si outside the court with a smile in her eyes.
Shiba Isshin is standing on the other side.
He has been in a daze since entering the venue, and the expression on his face has not yet adjusted.
When he was promoted to captain, he just had a fight with a competitor. He hadn't been a captain for a long time, so he didn't understand what the current situation was like.
Three people stood in a row, all looking at the same person.
Yan Si stood on the sidelines and looked at the old man in the center of the field who had already started doing warm-up exercises.
Captain-General Yamamoto is moving his shoulders, turning left and right, and then starting to press his legs.
He even disliked Shinigami uniform for being in the way, so he took off his shirt halfway, revealing the lean muscles underneath.
Yan Si's eyelids twitched and he took a deep breath.
"Old man, that's not right!"
He stared at the center of the field.
"The rules are to show strength and character, there is no saying that there should be a special fight!"
Thirteen Court Guard Squads's captain promotion rules are fixed.
All you need to do is show your strength under the witness of the three captains.
Of course, there will also be some question and answer sessions, usually asking what you will do after becoming the captain, what ideas and ideals you have. Even if it is a battle, it is usually with competitors.
How can anyone fight with Captain-General?
Sasakibe stood on the sidelines and kept smiling.
"Fifth Seat Yan Si, hurry up."
Yan Si turned his head and stared at Sasakibe.
"No, brother Sasakibe." His voice was loud, "This situation is obviously wrong!"
He pointed at the old man who was pressing his legs in the middle of the field.
"Old man, are you looking for a reason to beat me?"
Unohana Retsu said with a smile:
"That's right, captain promotion has always been about fighting."
Yan Si's mouth twitched.
That's the rule of Team 11 for grabbing Kenpachi, but other teams don't have it! Shiba Isshin stood there, opening and closing his mouth.
He didn't understand it at all.
Yan Si put his hands to his mouth again.
"Old man, you are treating me differently!"
Captain-General Yamamoto Stop pressing your legs.
He straightened up, turned his head, and snorted.
He reached out directly, grabbed Ryūjin Jakka from his waist, and looked at Yan Si.
"Fight with your Zanpakutō."
Yan Si eyes widened.
"And using a Zanpakutō!" His voice was high-pitched, "Old man, are you trying to kill me?"
What a joke.
Sayafushi and Enrakyōten, which can be used well, cannot be taken out. Hyorinmaru is very strong, but it is just borrowed and cannot exert its power at all.
Go up and fight Old Man Yamamoto who is holding Ryūjin Jakka.
That's just asking for death.
Captain-General Yamamoto squinted, his eyes narrowed into two thin slits.
"Come here quickly, don't embarrass me over there."
Yan Si stood there without moving, still thinking about how to cheat.
Captain-General Yamamoto looked at him and spoke again.
"If you want to do something, show it."
"Otherwise all previous issues."
He raised the hand holding the knife and pointed the tip of the knife at Yan Si.
"I veto it with one vote."
Yan Si was stunned and stared at the knife. "You are cruel!"
He understood that he was being manipulated.
The establishment of Court Security Guard Squad certainly had calculations in it.
Not only did it divide Thirteen Court Guard Squads, it also took away Nobles's territory and power.
The most important thing is that this is a change in the system.
Breaking the pattern of Seireitei for thousands of years is the most important thing.
No matter Aizen on stage wants to be a god.
Old Man Yamamoto It's fine if you want to keep it as it is.
Or maybe Yhwach in the shadow wants to return to chaos.
Even Monk in heaven wants to use Yhwach to complete the liberation of Soul King.
The ideas of these so-called people who changed the world have already been revealed.
And it's almost time for me to take the stage. The first thing is to break the pattern of Soul Society.
Yan Si's face became calm and he walked into the venue.
Walk to the position in front of Captain-General Yamamoto and stop.
He looked at the old man and spoke softly.
"Old man, let's just use Shikai?"
Captain-General Yamamoto blew his beard and stared.
"Bullshit!"
"If you can force me to use Bankai!"
"Then take the seat Captain-General!"
This kid still wants to force him to use Bankai? It's really bizarre.
He spoke again, "You brat, you want to fight me with Shikai alone."
"Are you thinking too much? Use your full strength." "Including Zankensoki and Bankai."
Even Kyōraku and Jūshirō Ukitake cannot fight him with Shikai alone.
Even if Yan Si has hidden strength, it won't be so outrageous as to surpass the two of them.
Yan Si said nothing, and stretched out his hand to hold the Zanpakuto handle at his waist, Hyorinmaru.
He closed his eyes gently.
Inner world.
He opened his eyes and raised his head to look at the sky.
The fog was much thinner than before, and I could roughly see the sky clearly.
The sun hung there, brighter than before.
Inside the sun, Ice and Fire Throne is still there, but the black cloak has disappeared, leaving only the mask lying quietly on the throne.
He withdrew his gaze and dropped it to his side.
The white robe is floating in the air, and a mirror is suspended next to it. The mask and robe are the power of Xu and Quincy respectively.
These two forces must rely on Hogyoku to Fusion.
As for the mirror, it is Enrakyōten. There is no need to use it this time. It would not be good for the old man to find out the clues.
He looked around and saw that the cracks that divided the world were almost closing.
In the sky, Hyorinmaru is hovering.
It dragged its long ice tail and shuttled over Red Mist.
Every time it flew around, fine ice crystals fell from its body.
Yan Si raised his head and looked at it.
"This time, I plan to try my best."
"The opponents are Shinigami and Ryūjin Jakka, the strongest in the millennium."
"Are you coming?"
Hyorinmaru stopped, suspended in the sky. Turning its head and staring at Yan Si, it opened its mouth and a cold voice came down.
"Hmph! I am the strongest ice and snow Zanpakutō." It raised its head, "Of course I'm not afraid of Ryūjin Jakka."
"The opponent with the knife is Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto."
"Don't hold yourself back."
Rub!
A sharp sound came from the side of the volcano.
Sayafushi rushed out of the volcanic lava.
It flew very fast and stopped next to Yan Si.
The blade was suspended in front of him, and it pressed the handle against the back of Yan Si's hand.
Yan Si looked down at it.
"It's not time yet, wait until Soul Society changes the world."
"You can go out at will." Sayafushi Float up and into the air.
The tip of the knife pointed at Hyorinmaru in the sky, the blade trembled slightly and made an ethereal sound.
The sound was very thin and crisp, like the sound of a wind chime.
Hyorinmaru spoke quickly.
"This battle is between ice and fire. You will have many opportunities in the future--!"
Sayafushi stopped in mid-air, and the tip of the knife was still pointing at Hyorinmaru.
Yan Si said again, "Sayafushi, what I am best at is Zanjutsu, and you are the sharpest knife."
"There will be opportunities in the future."
It floated back slowly, floated back to Volcanic Crater, and plunged in suddenly.
Plop!
Yan Si looked away and spoke softly.
"Let's go, Hyorinmaru." "Let's go together and see if Soul Society is the strongest."
Inner world began to tremble, Red Mist surged and cracks closed, volcanoes erupted and glaciers collapsed.
Yan Si Open your eyes.
He stood in the center of Training Ground, holding Hyorinmaru in his right hand.
Ice began to form on the blade, spreading from the tang to the tip. The ice layer covered the blade and condensed into a slender Ice Spike at the tip.
The surrounding temperature begins to drop.
With him as the center, the moisture in the air began to condense.
Fine ice crystals appeared around him, hanging in the air, shining with tiny light in the sunlight.
He looked at Captain-General Yamamoto.
"Come on, old man."
Old Man Yamamoto looked at Yan Si opposite, with a smile on his wrinkled face.
The corners of his mouth grinned, and his gray beard trembled wildly. "Let's talk about it."
"Although I have never told anyone that you are my disciple."
"You brat, you've been studying under me for several years, and you didn't even call me "teacher."
His eyes narrowed and he reached out to hold the handle of the knife.
"I really need to teach you a lesson today."
Grasp the handle of the knife with one hand and pull it out, and the scabbard will fall off automatically.
It fell to the ground and made a clanging sound.
The moment the blade appeared, hot flames burst out from the blade.
The flame exploded directly, and orange-red light poured out from the inside of the blade, instantly covering the entire knife.
The temperature on Training Ground starts to rise.
Those ice crystals created by Yan Si just now, those fine ice crystals hanging in the air, began to melt at this moment.
They began to soften and deform from the edges, turning into water droplets dripping from the sky. "Everything in the world is ashes."
"Ryūjin Jakka!"
The moment the knife was completely drawn out, the temperature of Training Ground soared sharply.
Sasakibe, who was standing on the sidelines, felt his face being burned by the heat wave and subconsciously took half a step back.
Unohana Retsu had fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
Shiba Isshin squinted his eyes and raised his arms to block his face.
Old Man Yamamoto gently waved the blade, and the tip of the blade drew an arc behind him.
The trajectory drawn out by the arc formed a circular flame in the sky, like the sun.
Yan Si stood there, looking at the flames and feeling the heat wave coming towards his face.
The Hyorinmaru in my hand is trembling, not because of fear, but because of excitement and desire.
"Totally suppressed."
He spoke softly. The voice of Hyorinmaru exploded in his mind.
Give me Spiritual Power!
Quick!
Yan Si Close your eyes.
Among Inner world, Ice and Fire Throne begins to become dim.
The surface of the ice-sculpted throne lost its luster, and the flames sealed in the ice beat weaker and weaker.
He took Spiritual Power away, all of it.
Put the knife in your hand.
He opened his eyes.
Reishi burst out and exploded from him.
With him as the center, light blue light swept around.
Wherever the light passed, the air was squeezed, making a low buzz. The sky changed, and dark clouds came from all directions.
They rolled and gathered, covering the sun and the blue sky, and the whole Soul Society became dark.
Elsewhere there is just a thin layer of dark clouds.
The sun can still shine through a little.
But in the sky above Training Ground, there were apocalyptic black clouds, and the clouds were so thick that the sky could not be seen.
They were pressed overhead, very low, so low that people standing on the sidelines could clearly see the texture of the rolling clouds.
The clouds are constantly flashing with light blue light, which is the condensation of ice crystals.
A cold wind blew.
Whoosh whoosh~
The sound of the wind was very sharp.
Fist-sized hailstones fell from the dark clouds.
One. Ten.
Hundreds.
They hit Training Ground, hitting the stone slabs that were heated by the flames.
The moment the hailstones came into contact with the stone slabs, white steam emerged, and hissing sounds came one after another.
The air became cool again.
Old Man Yamamoto raised his head and looked at the hailstones.
"Oh?" There was a smile in his voice, "Interesting."
He held Ryūjin Jakka tightly, "Can you actually do this?"
Reiatsu erupted from the body, which was more violent than Yan Si.
It surged out of Old Man Yamamoto's body and turned into substantial flames, spinning around him.
Flames soared into the sky, and three flame tornadoes rose from three directions at the same time. They rotated and bitten, and rushed towards the sky.
The flame tornado disappeared into the black clouds. Rumble!
There was a loud sound in the black clouds.
That wasn't thunder, it was the sound of ice and fire exploding when they met.
Everyone raised their heads and looked at the sky.
In the dark clouds, there are two dragons biting faintly.
One is Ice Dragon, which is completely transparent and covered with thick ice armor. It opens its mouth and spits out white cold air. Wherever the cold air passes, the clouds are frozen.
One is Fire Dragon, its body is orange-red, and its body is burning with blazing flames. It swings its tail, and where the tail sweeps, the clouds are burned through.
Two dragons entangled together.
Bite and impact.
Bang! Bang! The sound of explosion became stronger and stronger.
Every time there is an explosion, the sky lights up.
Every time there was an explosion, the ground shook. On the sidelines, Shiba Isshin stared wide-eyed.
He looked at the two dragons in the sky, opening and closing their mouths.
"I heard that Yan Si's Zanpakutō is a pen."
"Although you can imitate ice and snow with the help of your abilities, is this too much?"
Sasakibe stood aside, raising his head and looking at the sky.
"Indeed, it can actually compete with Master Genryūsai's Ryūjin Jakka."
"Yan Si's...Scroll of Wind and Snow."
"It's really amazing."
Unohana Retsu stood there, looking sideways at Sasakibe.
Those calm eyes swept across Sasakibe's face and then landed on Shiba Isshin's face.
It doesn't matter if Isshin doesn't understand. After all, he is very young and doesn't know much about Seireitei.
But what about Sasakibe? How could Sasakibe not know?
The Zanpakutō now in Yan Si's hand is not that brush at all.
It must be a powerful Zanpakutō.
As for what the name is and where it came from, I don't know.
Old Man Yamamoto stood in the center of the field, the corners of his mouth raised even higher.
Others don't know.
But he knows.
Hyorinmaru.
It has the title of the strongest ice Zanpakutō.
The powerful ancient Zanpakuto has pride, just like the Ryūjin Jakka in his hand.
Since it can be used by Yan Si, it means that the Zanpakutō recognizes that kid.
And Spiritual Power burst out from this kid. He smiled and turned his right hand slightly, and the flames on the blade burst out violently.
The tongue of fire shot hundreds of meters high, exploded in the air, and turned into countless sparks.
"You brat." His voice came from the flames, "He does grow up very fast."
He raised his head and looked at the Ice Dragon in the sky that was struggling to resist.
"But keep fighting Spiritual Power."
He withdrew his gaze and looked at Yan Si.
"You're going to lose."
Yan Si nodded.
He knew that Above the Black Cloud Hyorinmaru was beginning to struggle.
There is nothing we can do about this.
Even if Fusion has lost its soul now, everyone is Limit First-level Spiritual Pressure.
But Hyorinmaru is not a Zanpakutō that recognizes its master, and Spiritual Power's delivery will always be compromised. He lowered his body slightly, spread his feet apart, bent his knees, and straightened his back.
Then, boom! It's gone.
Flash Step.
He appeared on the side of Old Man Yamamoto, wielding a knife with both hands.
Hyorinmaru's blade sliced through the air, dragging out a long ice tail.
The ice tail condensed in the air and turned into fine ice crystals, shining with dazzling light in the sun.
The blade of the knife went straight to the front door of Old Man Yamamoto.
Old Man Yamamoto lifts with backhand, Ryūjin Jakka moves the blade from bottom to top, last stroke first.
Bang!!!
The two knives collided.
Flames and ice crystals exploded.
The shock wave swept around in a circular shape. Wherever it passed, the stone slabs on the ground were lifted up, and the fragments flipped in the air, and were shattered by the next wave of air.
The three people on the sidelines simultaneously raised their arms to block the situation.
Shiba Isshin The stone slab beneath his feet cracked.
Sasakibe's body shook.
Unohana Retsu's hair was blown back.
Missing a hit, Yan Si turned over and retreated.
When he landed, he tapped his toes on the ground and stepped back a few meters to widen the distance.
He stretched out his left hand and spread his fingers.
"The mist produces ice crystals, and the mist locks the soul."
"Everything in and out is silent, and every step is like a grave."
"Bakudō #21·Change."
"Veil of Frost and Silence!" White ice mist poured out from the gaps in the stone slabs on the ground and spread instantly.
Centered on Yan Si, the ground was completely covered in ice fog. The ice fog was so thick that you couldn't even see your feet.
Old Man Yamamoto stood in the ice mist. When the ice mist came into contact with Ryūjin Jakka's flame, it immediately turned into white steam.
Steam rises and rolls in the air, but it also provides shelter.
Yan Si sang again, and the voice came from the steam.
"There is a faint light, a muddy coat of arms, an unruly and crazy demeanor."
"Manifestation? Negation? Paralysis? Instantly."
"Hinder the Eternal Slumber, the crawling iron princess, a clay doll that keeps mutilating itself."
"Combined? Bounced? Extended to the ground."
"Know your own powerlessness!"
"Hadō #90·Black Coffin!"
Black light surged out from his palm and rushed towards Old Man Yamamoto. Darkness surrounded Old Man Yamamoto, condensed into shape, and turned into a black coffin, which closed.
Yan Si didn't stop and sang again.
"Beast bones, spires, red crystal, wheels of steel."
"It spirals into the groove of the sphenoid bone to form the navel of thunder."
"Moving is wind, stopping is emptiness."
"This body is transformed in the sound."
"Hadō #63: Raikōhō·Thunder Roar Cannon·Scapula Seat!"
Lightning surged out from the palm of his hand and shot into Yan Si's back, hitting the spot between his shoulder blades.
The lightning penetrated the body.
Then, boom!
Lightning burst out from his body.
Blue electric arcs danced around and rotated on his body. "Shunko!"
Yan Si lowers his body, supports the ground with his left hand, and raises Hyorinmaru with his right hand.
The blade has completely turned into ice crystals, transparent and sharp, and glows blue under the light of lightning.
The right foot is behind and the left foot is in front.
Bang!
The black coffin exploded with the sound of breaking, and black fragments spattered in all directions.
Old Man Yamamoto walked out of the black coffin. He had no injuries on his body, but was stained with some dust.
Yan Si's right foot exerted great force.
Bang!!! The ground exploded, turning into a bolt of lightning and rushing over.
He rushed to Old Man Yamamoto and slashed with his sword.
Old Man Yamamoto I don't know when I had inserted the knife back into my waist, and held the handle of the knife with my right hand.
Draw your sword. Block.
Bang!!!
Blades collide.
Old Man Yamamoto opening.
"Torch!"
A tornado-shaped wall of flames rose from beneath their feet.
The flame wall was made of flames. It rotated and instantly surrounded the two people, trapping them in the middle.
With such a small range, fast movement has lost its advantage.
Yan Si concentrated his strength and pressed down, and the blade of Hyorinmaru pressed against the blade of Ryūjin Jakka.
He felt the power of resistance from Old Man Yamamoto, which was very heavy and steady.
Then he suddenly stopped.
The power on Old Man Yamamoto lost its balance and rushed towards Yan Si along the blade. Yan Si used this power to turn around, raised his right foot and kicked Old Man Yamamoto hard in the chest.
Bang! This kick is very strong.
Old Man Yamamoto's eyes widened, he didn't expect to be tricked so quickly.
Immediately sink your body, press your center of gravity, and sink your feet directly into the ground.
The stone slab shattered and his lower legs were buried in the gravel.
He swallowed this kick forcefully, feeling pain in his chest, and put his left hand on his waist to quickly accumulate strength.
Yan Si While retracting his feet, his left hand is also accumulating strength.
They both punched at the same time.
yelled at the same time.
"One Bone!"
The two fists bumped together.
Rumble!!! A blast of air exploded from where the fists collided.
The air wave was so strong that it directly blew away the flame tornado.
Blow the still-burning flames away.
The air wave continued to spread, rushing out of Training Ground and towards the sky.
The black clouds were blown away.
Those thick dark clouds were torn open with huge holes.
The sun shone through the mouth and fell on Training Ground, falling on the two people who were still breathing.
The sound echoed continuously in Seireitei, and the entire Seireitei was vibrating.
Residents of Rukongai hid in their homes and hid under tables.
Shinigami ran to the open space, raised their heads and looked in the direction of First Division.
All captains stand in their respective Squad Barracks.
They all raised their heads and looked towards First Division. Training Ground.
Shiba Isshin has inserted the Zanpakutō into the ground.
He held the handle of the knife with both hands, and his body was pushed back by the strong wind.
His feet were nailed to the ground, plowing two deep furrows on the ground.
Sasakibe One foot has already stepped onto the ground.
The stone slabs shattered, and his calves were buried in the gravel. His body swayed slightly in the strong wind, like a reed in the wind.
Unohana Retsu stood there.
Her face looked strange, and something red seemed to be surging in her calm eyes.
His right hand firmly grasped the Zanpakutō, and his left hand grasped the braided hair.
It seems that he is exerting force and hesitating.
The strong wind and waves have eased slightly.
Old Man Yamamoto walked out of the gravel pit, patted the dust off his body, looked at Yan Si, and kept nodding. "Yes, Zankensoki are all very good."
"If I guess correctly, you should still be hiding."
"Every ability has actually reached its limit."
Yan Si stood there, his breathing still a little messy, but his face was calm.
"Old man, how old am I?"
"How can they all reach their limit?"
Some people still believed this before.
But there is the younger Aizen, the one who reached the limit early, the one who killed many captains instantly.
It's a bit subtle to hear this now.
Old Man Yamamoto looked at him and his voice slowed down.
"That's why you want to let Aizen study how to break through?"
Yan Si looked at Old Man Yamamoto with a calm face. "No, I told you before, old man."
"The world belongs to everyone, so I want everyone to be on stage."
Old Man Yamamoto put away his smile and became serious.
"Why, do you think I did a bad job?"
Yan Si made a fool of himself.
Hyorinmaru drew an arc in the air and dragged out a circular ice ring.
The ice ring is very round and complete.
He reached out and crushed the ice ring, and the ice crystals slipped from between his fingers.
"It's not whether it's good or not, it's just that time is always passing."
He raised his head and looked at Old Man Yamamoto.
"The world is not round, Human World is always moving forward."
"But Soul Society remains unchanged, so there are many problems." He looked at Old Man Yamamoto, looking directly into his eyes.
"It's not the teacher's fault."
"It's just that the time has come."
"That's all."
Old Man Yamamoto stared at Yan Si.
I stared at it for a long time.
Suddenly, all the flames on his body disappeared.
Ryūjin Jakka's blade no longer had flames beating around it, and the blade slowly darkened and turned back into an ordinary knife.
He put the knife back into his waist, put the blade into the sheath, and the scabbard appeared automatically and hung on his waist.
Then it becomes a crutch.
Sasakibe came behind him in an instant, holding the white Haori in both hands, and draped it on his shoulders.
Old Man Yamamoto turned around, with his back to Yan Si, and his voice came over. "Siwei Yan."
"From now on, you are Captain of the Ninth Division."