Yoriichi gripped Hekyō with both hands, his gaze still calm.
He had already gleaned quite a bit of information from what Nianzol had just said.
The man before him had come here specifically to stop him from returning to the Seireitei.
As for why Nianzol kept urging him to use Bankai, Yoriichi did not know.
Nor did he have any interest in finding out.
His opponent might have wanted to gather information on his Bankai.
Or he might have prepared some means of countering a Soul Reaper's Bankai in advance.
But either way, it made no difference.
Since his enemy wanted him to use Bankai, he simply would not use it.
Seeing Yoriichi grip his sword with both hands, Nianzol's lips curved upward again.
"Finally getting serious?"
"I was starting to get a little impatient."
His figure flickered again, disappearing completely into a new layer of space.
Only a faint, flickering silhouette remained where he had stood.
"But it's still useless."
"Even with both hands on your sword, you can't cut me."
"The Wind will automatically evade every attack you make."
"Unless you can shatter all the space here in the very same instant."
At this point, Nianzol could not help laughing aloud.
Shatter the space within a radius of several thousand meters all at once.
How could anyone possibly do such a thing?
Even a Captain-level Soul Reaper's Bankai needed to release Reiatsu before forming an attack.
As long as an attack appeared, he could detect it in advance.
As long as he could detect it, his Schrift would activate automatically.
Yoriichi had only cut him earlier because he had never expected his opponent to be able to see through the layers of space.
He would never make the same mistake twice.
Hidden deep within the constantly shifting space,