Before and after Bankai, though both were Third-Class Reiatsu, the difference in power was like heaven and earth.
While Bankai remained active, Uchiha Yato could dismiss his Soul-Cutter Sword or hold it in his hand as the situation required.
Such an insignificant detail indirectly revealed a fact—
In his Bankai state, the Uchiha Clan's power was already immense enough that he could crush enemies without Zanjutsu!
Inside Las Noches, amid the gradually dispersing dust, Barragan stared at the boy's eyes in silence for a long while.
At one point, he suddenly bent his knees, braced himself with one hand, opened his jaw wide, and burst into thunderous laughter!
"Ha ha ha—brat, what's your name?"
"Uchiha Yato, Third Seat of the Gotei 13's 12th Division."
"Uchiha Yato? That Bankai call of yours was the biggest joke I've heard in my entire life!"
The King of Hueco Mundo laughed so hard he could barely straighten up, his words dripping with mockery. "After you go to Hell, ask your captain! The common trait of a Soul Reaper's Bankai is its enormous form!"
"And you, brat? Where's your Soul-Cutter Sword?"
"Don't tell me those strange purple eyes are your Bankai. That's impossible. I've never seen such a tiny Bankai!"
Barragan's voice nearly spread throughout all of Las Noches.
Yet in the face of that mockery, there was not the slightest trace of embarrassment or anger in Uchiha Yato's Rinnegan.
The boy merely stroked his chin with interest, the corners of his mouth curling slightly. "I see. Barragan, you like big things—then what do you think of this?"
He pressed his index and middle fingers together and raised them before his lips, his voice utterly calm. "Scarlet Moon Chaotic Eyes · North—"
"Void War God."
Meanwhile.
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