"Uncle Issho!" A heart-rending scream rang out.
Tears welled in Domino's wide eyes and ran down her beautiful cheeks.
She could no longer control herself and lunged forward to stop what was happening before her.
"Mino, calm down! Mr. Issho hasn't lost yet. If we go over there now, we'll only get in his way."
Several Marines beside her grabbed her, and Domino came to her senses.
They were right. If she rushed in now, she would only hinder Fujitora.
That helplessness cut deep. Domino silently swore she would grow stronger, even if it took a hundred or a thousand times more effort. She never wanted to see her loved ones hurt again. Absolute not.
Fujitora stared at his chest in disbelief. A pillar of lightning had pierced straight through it.
Agonizing pain tore through his chest, and he coughed up another mouthful of blood.
The blood evaporated the instant it touched the pillar of lightning.
Fujitora swung his blade backward and severed it. The pillar vanished at once.
It had come so close to piercing his heart. If a sudden sense of danger had not made him shift his body slightly, he would already be dead.
Even Werther, the one who had used the move, had held out little hope for it. He had never expected it to work so well.
"Fujitora, never seen a thirty-meter sword before, have you?"
Sweat streamed down Werther's forehead. The backlash from overusing the Sea Jade had begun.
Werther had come up with this move when he was bored, drawing inspiration from a Zanpakutō that could extend at will and a certain red-eyed fellow who preferred to remain anonymous.
The move had plenty of flaws. The windup was obvious, it needed time to charge, and, most importantly, although it had tremendous piercing power,