The Unforgiven from Shinigami
The blade slicing through the air with a piercing whistle, the flames covering it flickering.
Kaoru Tendō remained calm.
How to deal with sneak attacks from all directions—front, back, top, bottom, left, and right—has long been etched into this voluptuous body.
Years of practice do not lie.
Her body reacted almost instinctively; she tiptoed, and like a cloud, she lightly leaped from the ground, tilting her head to the right, her black hair sliding down her shoulders, her slender waist so supple it seemed boneless, and her legs lashed down to the right like whips.
The Reiatsu surged like a river flowing to the sea, rushing towards his heels and transforming into pale white blades that clad his calves.
Heavenly Style Soft Breaking Slash.
Throughout her life, she experienced countless battles, both large and small, and fought against all sorts of enemies.
Direct-type enemies are easy to defeat, Kidō-type, Water-type, and Heat-type enemies will be more troublesome.
As a result, various styles of Hakuda combat emerged, and the style that combines the strengths and weaknesses of those styles is called Heavenly Style.
She had never imagined how to contend with an inextinguishable flame.
But in order to defeat Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, she specifically researched the best way to control flames.
That means not touching it.
Kill from a distance.
Shiraishi's eyes narrowed slightly, dark Reiatsu emanated from his body, and the orange flames burned even more fiercely. He thrust forward with the Steel Tempest, without any change.
In an instant.
Ding! Sparks appeared above his head as their Reiatsu collided, and the pale white spiritual blades could not pierce his thick, needle-like black hair.
Aside from the inextinguishable karmic fire, the Nightbringer skin also possesses extremely high defensive capabilities.
This metallic-looking skin is definitely not just for show.
He only needs to cover any corner of his body with Reiatsu to generate a hardness comparable to a blade.
Kaoru Tendō's Soft Breaking Slash failed to work, and he didn't foolishly try to block the Steel Tempest wrapped in karmic fire. He was as light as a feather and actually rose into the air at an incredible angle.
She seemed to be using the pale white spirit blade as her foothold, but the fact that she could pull off such a move still seemed incredible.
But she just happens to be able to do it.
The flaming blade drew ever closer.
The orange flames illuminated Kaoru Tendō Kaoru's dull eyes. Her fancy maneuver would have made most people pause for a moment.
Who would have thought of that kind of evasive maneuver?
But Shiraishi's knife didn't pause for a moment, as if he had already anticipated how she would dodge and was prepared to change direction in advance.
Her actions were seen through.
Kaoru Tendō's expression revealed excitement, almost to the point of tearing his clothes off. "Ha!"
A loud shout.
She arched her back, shifting her weight so that her upper body naturally outweighed her lower body, and her right hand, also ensnared by the pale white spirit blade, slashed down fiercely.
Bang!
The two extremely powerful Reiatsu collided, causing the atmosphere to split open and orange flames to explode, transforming into a sea of fire that surged upwards.
Using the impact, Kaoru Tendō tumbled in the air, trying to find a gap to slip through like light shining into a dense forest.
The vast sea of fire obscured the sky for several kilometers around, without a single gap.
She was the only one creating the gap.
Kaoru Tendō was about to rush down.
A dark whirlwind suddenly rose from the bottom.
The flames, covering an area of several kilometers, were engulfed in it.
A mixture of orange and dark colors.
It transformed into a massive fire tornado and swept in.
die!
This was the first time that Kaoru Tendō's body had sent such a clear and distinct warning signal; even the last time he faced Shigekuni Yamamoto's Bankai, it wasn't this dangerous.
It's just a gust of wind.
She has shattered natural disasters far more devastating than this gust of wind with her Riot Games.
But instinct works much faster than the brain. Before she could make a decision, her body had already made its choice, instantly opting to use Shunpo to dodge.
"Tsk," Shiraishi felt a little regretful, but he had to admit that it was a very wise decision.
If there is the slightest hesitation, the other party will inevitably be caught in the wind, and under the cover of karmic fire, death is certain.
pity...
Shiraishi sheathed his sword; the opponent's Reiatsu was beyond his perception range, clearly indicating he had no intention of continuing the fight.
He didn't pursue her, not out of pity or chivalry.
As for the enemy, they should be killed if necessary.
However, he wasn't in very good condition.
Indulgence does have consequences, they are just hidden very deeply.
Generally, there shouldn't be any problems fighting against a powerhouse like Kaoru Tendō.
The intense combat and Reiatsu consumption caused a feeling of being unable to exert any strength, much like kidney deficiency.
He sighed.
Alcohol and women are harmful; I must quit drinking from now on.
Shiraishi deactivated the Bankai, his dark skin and shoulder armor gradually faded away, returning him to his original appearance.
A white-bearded old man stood before him, his cane planted firmly on the muddy ground, his hands resting on it.
The long-sleeved haori draped over her shoulders fluttered lightly in the wind; she wore a black Shihakushō with a white belt around her waist.
His face was aged, bearing the marks of time, and the cross-shaped scar identified him.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto.
Shiraishi had seen many in anime, but this was the first time he had met the Captain-Commander of the Shinigami after being transported to Soul Society.
"Kaoru escaped?"
"Hmm, I really don't understand, why would she attack me?"
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "She craves challenges from the strong. If you're alone, you'll naturally be attacked by her."
Kaoru... adults rarely address someone like that unless they are very familiar with each other.
He asked with a look of curiosity, " Captain-Commander Yamamoto, are you very familiar with her?"
"Generally."
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto replied calmly, saying that all his thoughts were kept to himself and he did not want to reveal too much to the outside world.
After all, his status is what it is.
He was destined not to share many of his troubles with his subordinates.
This identity does not refer to the Captain-Commander, but rather to Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's age.
There will inevitably be an age gap between a 70- or 80-year-old and a 20-something young man.
Not to mention that Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto possessed a lifespan of several thousand years, and even Chōjirō Sasakibe, who had lived for over two thousand years, was just a brat in his eyes.
"When will you return to Seireitei?" Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto asked.
Shiraishi shrugged and said, "It depends on the situation. Let's settle Kūkaku first, then decide whether to return to Seireitei."
"As long as you're out there, Kaoru will definitely come looking for you again. Be careful, don't stray too far from Seireitei."
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto narrowed his eyes and glanced to his right, but said nothing more, then vanished from the spot using Shunpo.
"Phew, what a terrifying old man."
Shiraishi wiped his forehead; it was sweating from the heat. Talking to this person within three steps felt like being next to the sun, with a constant stream of intense Reiatsu.
This was not a deliberate pressure exerted by Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto.
It was simply that his Spiritual Sense was too sharp, tearing away the hidden outer layer of Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's Reiatsu and revealing the most authentic Reiatsu inside.
I didn't feel this way when I faced Aizen last time; it might be because the nature of my Reiatsu is different.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's Reiatsu is more aggressive, while Aizen's Reiatsu is more restrained, vast and silent, like the Dead Sea described in the Old Testament.
These two truly deserve to be called figures who stand at the pinnacle of Shinigami.
The thought flashed through Shiraishi's mind.
Kūkaku Shiba rushed back from the right.