Were they going to lose?
Yamamoto lowered his brows. In truth, he had never been afraid. Over his thousands of years of warfare, he had lost countless times, and the prices he had paid far exceeded today's.
Losing now would merely mean this body being destroyed, forcing him to return to Soul Society, where he could only watch helplessly as the power of the Holy Grail-or rather, the Root-continued to affect Soul Society.
At that thought, he narrowed his eyes.
He raised Zanka no Tachi, pushed off with his toes, and vanished instantly, charging straight toward Solomon.
No matter how powerful the Noble Phantasm was, wouldn't dealing with the person controlling it suffice?
Perhaps this was the Noble Phantasm's only weakness, Yamamoto thought. And that was precisely what he did, unleashing his perfected Shunpo. Even Solomon...
Well, Solomon could see him.
He could not react, but his eyes could see scenes from the future.
In that instant, he foresaw the possibility of Zanka no Tachi slicing through his throat, so he summoned seventy-two Demon Gods ahead of time to stand before and behind him.
Yamamoto slashed, and the extreme heat instantly melted more than a dozen Demon Gods. Their mountainlike figures were reduced to ashes, and Solomon was right before him.
"Even if its Noble Phantasm strikes me, I must make my opponent bear its power alongside me. As Captain-Commander, I cannot retreat."
Zanka no Tachi! North! Tenchi Kaijin!
Fierce heat ravaged the barrier. The blade's tip gleamed charred black, and space rippled incessantly under that temperature, warping everywhere it passed.
He cut through the bodies blocking him, only to discover that Solomon was no longer there. His opponent had seized the opportunity to hurry away, while several rays of light had already fallen from the sacred halo overhead, locking