In just the blink of an eye, Chojiro noticed that the scenery in front of him had changed drastically.
There is no longer a crazy sound of fighting around you, instead the wind is beautiful and the sun is singing, the birds are singing and the fragrance is fragrant. There is no dripping blood, only the gentle sunshine lazily shining on the earth, and a willow tree swaying gently on the shore.
"Here is..." He looked around and felt that the scenery here was unusually familiar.
"You little brat, can you please stop bothering me?" A strong, hoarse voice came from behind.
Chojiro suddenly looked back, and behind him was a very ordinary and even somewhat shabby courtyard.
Isn't this the earliest address of Gen Private School? At that time, Mr. Captain-Commander didn't have much money, so he could only find the cheapest house in the 37th East District of Rukongai, code-named "Liu Yan", as a dojo.
At this moment, standing at the entrance of the courtyard, was a burly man in military uniform with a very conspicuous bow-shaped wound on his forehead. He was looking at him deeply. His thick mustache was trembling slightly because of the owner's dissatisfaction.
"Your Excellency Genryūsai?" Chojiro's pupils suddenly dilated, "You...?"
"Huh? Finally you don't call me Zizhai anymore? The name Genryūsai sounds quite pleasant to your ears..." Yamamoto Shigekuni turned slightly sideways and stepped out of the door, "It's hard for you to come to my place and wait every day for several months in a row. Come in."
Chojiro walked into the courtyard a little confused. Why has Mr. Genryūsai become gentler today?
"Your Excellency Genryūsai, I..." Chojiro stepped forward and followed Yamamoto's back into the courtyard.
He felt like something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"Stop talking, you little brat. I told you I don't need any followers." Yamamoto stood still and turned around to look at him,
"Besides, if you don't even know Bankai, don't you still need me to protect you when you encounter a battle? Do you want to be a follower, or do you want to be a bodyguard?"
Chojiro blinked, feeling that the scene in front of him seemed familiar. Yes, Master Captain-Commander is right...
But, but... I seem to have mastered Bankai...?
He felt his mind was a little confused and looked sideways at the willow tree swaying in the wind in the courtyard.
The willow branches swayed, and the buds gradually sprouted. Under Chojiro's gaze, the curled buds stretched out into slender and graceful willow leaves, as if stretching.
Ah, so fast. The willow leaves have also grown... I remembered that Lord Captain-Commander asked me to go back and practice Bankai before. It seemed that it took me a month to successfully practice Bankai.
It turns out that one month has passed so quickly. Chojiro felt as if he was in another world. He looked at Captain-Commander in front of him and smiled happily:
"Sir, I have mastered Bankai! I remembered! I have now mastered Bankai."
"Really? Then try using it, your Bankai." Yamamoto raised his eyebrows expressionlessly.
Chojiro nodded. The scenery in front of him suddenly faded, and gradually transformed from the small courtyard of Gen Private School into the barren mountains on the outskirts of Liuyan.
Chojiro looked around at the surrounding scenery and smiled with nostalgia.
Ah, yes, this is it. It was here that I showed Bankai to His Excellency Genryūsai.
"Chōjirō, come on. Show me your Bankai..." Yamamoto stood quietly a hundred steps away and said in a calm tone.
"Okay!" Chojiro pulled out Zanpakuto.
"Chōjirō, your Bankai has not been used for a thousand years, right?" Yamamoto suddenly asked in a confused manner, with a contemptuous smile on his lips, "Then what's the use of it? What's the use of a Bankai that's not being used?"
Chojiro suddenly paused when the words of liberation came to his lips. He didn't feel there was anything wrong with this question at all.
Yes, it seems that I haven't used Bankai for a long time. What is its use...?
But, but... I want to show it and let Master Captain-Commander accept me as his follower and become his right-hand man, right?
That's right! His eyes lit up instantly. "I want to use Bankai to prove that I am useful to Mr. Genryūsai and that I can become a very good follower!"
Yamamoto's long and narrow eyes showed a hint of disappointment, and he shook his head gently. "No. Chōjirō. If I'm gone, who will you show your Bankai to?"
Bankai that cannot be used is meaningless to Gotei 13. My whole life, I exist to protect Seireitei.
If your Bankai is always hidden, how can I accept you as my follower??"
Chojiro felt such a huge sense of frustration that he completely ignored Yamamoto's preface and subsequent remarks. He held Shikai's Zanpakuto in his hand and rushed forward eagerly.
"It's not like that, Captain-Commander, I..."
"Chōjirō, Gotei 13's road is difficult, I'm afraid it will be difficult to see your Bankai..." Yamamoto suddenly let out a sigh of regret and shook his head regretfully.
Then, his upright body suddenly floated away like fly ash. First his right shoulder, right hand, neck, then his head, chest...
In the blink of an eye, Yamamoto's entire upper body on the right side was floating in the air. The remaining part stood upright, and then slowly disintegrated into fly ash.
Chojiro opened his mouth blankly, dumbfounded. Huge sadness, fear, and anger enveloped his heart.
Why is Lord Captain-Commander not here? He is an invincible existence, how could he disappear? Someone harmed him? Who harmed him!!
Chojiro has lost the ability to think, and his entire mind has been occupied by various turbulent emotions.
"Master Captain-Commander, my Bankai, you haven't seen it yet..." There were tears in his eyes, and his heart was filled with inexplicable anger and regret.
"I will now use this Bankai to avenge you and fulfill your wish of Gotei 13..."
His dull eyes revealed incomparable perseverance and hatred. He raised the Zanpakuto in his hand and pointed it straight at the sky.
"Bankai!"
A rumble of thunder sounded, and the sky quickly darkened. Thick dark clouds covered the sky, and the surrounding area suddenly fell into darkness. Thick mist enveloped the earth, and there was a faint sizzling sound from the trees and flowers.
A small electric arc lit up from the blade of Gonryomaru, and then moved upwards briskly. After jumping out of the tip of the blade, it instantly turned into a beam of lightning and rushed into the dark clouds. Immediately, a huge canopy composed of thunder light lit up in the thick clouds!
Huge golden lightning swooped down from it and turned into dozens of lightning beams, surrounding Sasakibe Chojiro.
Under the violent disturbance of the wind, Chojiro's clothes were flying, and a few strands of his neatly combed hair were hanging on his forehead. His eyes were cold, looking at the empty wilderness, and he said solemnly:
"Koko Gonryo Rikyu!!"
Immediately afterwards, Zanpakuto in his hand turned around instantly and slammed into the ground. With infinite anger, he roared, "Huang Huang flashes! Thunder Gate!"
Golden lightning bolts descended from the sky densely. The lightning bolts were arranged at the same intervals and fell one after another, eventually forming a huge thunder porch that towered over the earth.
The door made of lightning suddenly popped open, and a huge electric arc swept around with a shock wave!
Objects on the entire surface, whether grass, trees or rocks, were all turned into powder in an instant under the thunder!
Chojiro's chest heaved violently, and strong sadness suddenly arose in his heart, and he murmured, "Captain-Commander..."
Spirit Arts Academy Square, the huge explosion destroyed all the gates and walls of the Spirit Arts Academy Square. Even the front of the Spirit Arts Academy building was not spared, exposing the internal floor slabs.
The ruins were filled with charred corpses. Among them were Soul Reaper and rebels, but it was difficult to tell their identities from their appearance.
Among the piles of rubble, a foot suddenly stretched out and kicked away a piece of rubble above. Covered in blood, Yota staggered up from the pile of rubble.
Not far away from him, Senjumaru was covered in injuries, with only one of his four skeletal hands intact. He was supporting his body on a huge stone next to him.
"What happened? Didn't I just play with the cat at home?" Yota looked around with a confused face and spit out a mouthful of blood on the ground.
Senjumaru clutched her chest, obviously suffering serious injuries. Her mouth was bleeding and she shook her head. "I can't tell clearly. Lin Nan warned us just now. I think some of us must have been under an illusion..."
At this time, the two people suddenly stopped talking, sensing their surroundings, and looking at Sasakibe Chojiro in the distance.
"This trace of spiritual pressure... is it Vice-Captain Sasakibe?"
The ground under Chojiro's feet was the only intact area in the entire Spirit Arts Academy square. At this moment, his eyes were blank, he was panting violently, and Zanpakuto in his hand was hanging weakly to the ground.
"With this degree of damage, there are still traces of spiritual pressure... Could it be that he just Bankai?" Senjumaru was holding his body steady on the boulder, secretly surprised in his heart.
"Vice-Captain Sasakibe? It's really amazing..." Yota muttered in a low voice with a serious look on his face.
You don't need to think about it to know that Vice-Captain Sasakibe is also under the illusion.
The two of them were thinking about it, when suddenly, a blade tip grew out of Chojiro's chest!
A large pool of blood instantly followed the wound and fell to the ground.
Chojiro had no time to resist, his legs went weak and he fell straight down.
"I said, now Seireitei, I am invincible. But if you know how to Bankai, it will help me a lot."
Iwamoto Raizo was wearing a dark blue haori and appeared from behind Chojiro.
With an evil smile, he aimed at the crumbling Yota and Senjumaru in the distance. "You two, are you ready to die?"