Leaning on his cane, Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto calmly gazed at the Seireitei, which looked as though it had fallen into the apocalypse.
It was as if he had become a completely different person. He had not even unleashed his spiritual pressure.
Yet anyone standing before him would have seen the flames blazing fiercely in his pupils.
Chōjirō Sasakibe stood respectfully at his side, his left hand tightly gripping the hilt at his waist. His spiritual pressure churned, ready for action at any moment.
"Remain calm, Chōjirō."
Yamamoto Genryusai spoke slowly. "This is merely an appetizer. Do not let it shake our original objective."
"The main course has yet to arrive!"
Chōjirō Sasakibe gave Yamamoto Genryusai a rather surprised look, as if he were seeing him for the first time.
They had known one another for two thousand years, yet this was the first time he had seen Yamamoto Genryusai so calm.
In Chōjirō Sasakibe's memory, his Captain-Commander had always been a hot-tempered old man, liable to draw his blade and meet an enemy in battle at any moment.
Now that Jigoku no Gohei from Hell had appeared throughout the Seireitei, he had not expected Yamamoto Genryusai, as Captain-Commander, to remain so composed.
Seeming to notice Chōjirō Sasakibe's astonished gaze, Yamamoto Genryusai lowered his eyes slightly and reined in his presence a little further.
"It is not that my temper has changed. Circumstances bind me."
"That brat Su Feng specifically warned me before this. This war is unlike the one a thousand years ago. Most of the enemies may simply be old friends returning from Hell."
"If I act rashly, they are very likely to target me."
"As for the Jigoku no Gohei being used as the vanguard, leave them to the other Shinigami for now."
"We must have faith in