12th Division Captains Submit

Madara lightly tapped Yamamoto Genryūsai's enraged, flushed old face with the flat of his blade.

"Do you understand the gap between us now? No matter how powerful you are, without authority, before Yama of the Underworld Bureaucracy, you are nothing but an ant waiting to be slaughtered. Your so-called pride and strength are not worth mentioning at all!"

Yamamoto Genryūsai felt the icy touch striking his face.

His eyes were bloodshot, his aged face pressed tightly against the ground as he painfully turned his head to look at Madara.

"You think humiliating me like this will make me acknowledge your so-called Underworld Bureaucracy? Even if I die here, don't expect me to truly lower my head!"

"Heh heh. Since you insist on this, then keep kneeling! I'd like to see how long the pride in your heart can keep you kneeling here like a dog!"

A trace of disdain flashed through Madara's eyes. Did this old fellow really think the Underworld Bureaucracy needed his submission? If he remained stubborn, Madara could make him kneel until the end of time.

Under Yamamoto Genryūsai's cannibalistic glare, Madara curled his lips into a cold smile.

"Yama's Edict, kneel!"

With Madara's soft command, the dense runes on Yama's Blade began to squirm.

Countless runes then formed the character for kneel. Before Yamamoto Genryūsai's astonished eyes, that eerie black symbol suddenly branded itself onto his bald head.

Once he understood the rule behind the rune, Yamamoto Genryūsai's body suddenly shuddered.

A clear message entered his mind: only when he sincerely submitted to the Underworld Bureaucracy would he be able to stand again.

At first, he did not believe it. But when Madara walked past him, he found that he still could not rise. Only then did genuine panic begin to fill his heart.

"No... no!