Crossing the Line

In the penthouse atop Seijoto Kyorin, the monk stood alone on the open-air terrace, gazing up at the blazing sky with his eyes slightly narrowed.

"You need to know when to stop fooling around! Little Yamamoto, you really are a constant worry!"

The scorching sun shone over Soul Society. The searing air made it possible to clearly feel the moisture in one's body rapidly evaporating, and even every breath became a torment to the throat.

This was the first time Yamamoto had experienced the heat of his own Bankai as an observer.

He could clearly sense the connection between Zanka no Tachi and his own spiritual pressure, yet the Bankai itself was completely independent of his...