"Shikashuin Kenma, did you come here today to humiliate me?"
"Or did you come specifically to amuse yourself by seeing us in this wretched state?"
Yamamoto hung suspended by chains, without hands or feet, with only his gleaming bald head exposed.
Although he looked somewhat comical, his expression remained calm and dignified, without the slightest embarrassment or loss of composure.
Even imprisoned, the old man still stood like a pillar of white jade holding Soul Society steady, his presence imposing and inviolable.
At Yamamoto's words, Kenma looked him up and down, then waved a hand behind him.
"Yamamoto Shigekuni, although you lost to me, I will give you the respect you deserve for fighting to the death."
"I came because I have something to discuss with you. I am not mocking you. I am entirely sincere."
Shisui approached with two guards.
Upon reaching Yamamoto's cell, one guard crouched down and took out a key.
After fiddling with the floor, he revealed a small keyhole. He inserted the key and turned it several times, producing a series of clicks.
An outline over two meters tall appeared in the transparent glass wall before them. The glass within it shifted back a notch, then vanished into thin air, revealing a doorway.
The other guard stood at the entrance, forming hand seals and chanting under his breath before clapping his hands together.
The Kido Barrier inside the cell glowed faintly. The section near the doorway seemed to melt away, opening a passage wide enough for one person.
Kenma passed through both entrances and entered the cell, with Shisui following close behind.
As the two entered, Yamamoto glanced at Shisui before resting his gaze on Kenma.
The corners of the old man's mouth lifted, making his grizzled beard tremble as a sneer appeared on his