The June sun was blazing, illuminating the scene before me with a blinding light.
Oda Nobunaga sped along, and as he approached the shadowy area covered by the Sōkyoku Hill, he leaped onto the nearby pavilion, set down the Kichō he was carrying, and pressed his dry lips against the butterfly's moist ones. "Wait for me to come back."
"Yes," Kichō replied in a trembling voice. She really didn't want Nobunaga to leave her side, but she also understood that giving up the world would undoubtedly be a death for Nobunaga.
Oda Nobunaga smiled and resolutely disappeared into the shadows.
The majestic Sōkyoku Hill cast shadows on the ground, creating a coolness unlike anywhere else.
He continued on with Okita Sōji and Minamoto no Yoshitsune.
A moment later, Oda Nobunaga shouted, "Sōji, you go Yoshitsune! Sōji, hold off the Seventh Division! We'll split up here!"
Minamoto no Yoshitsune understood the location of the Seventh Division, the direction they would come from, and the best position to intercept them. He immediately ran towards that direction.
Okita Sōji also remembered the map.
He headed straight for the location of Central 46 Chambers, and after running for a while, he could vaguely see a building at the end of the road.
Several members of the First Division darted out Shunpo.
Okita Sōji's eyes turned cold. He had extensive experience in being ganged up on. He accelerated to meet the soldiers in front of him, and with a swift draw, the blade swept upwards from below, slicing through the soldier's throat.
He then reached out his left hand, grabbed the opponent's sword, and stabbed it backward. The blade pierced through the mouth of the soldier behind him and went straight into his brain. The Zanpakuto that was raised high became limp and powerless.
Almost simultaneously, Okita Sōji's sword slashed downwards to the side, cutting open the abdomen of the soldier on the right, and intestines and blood gushed out of the wound.
Okita Sōji through three Shinigami without getting stained with blood.
" Hadō #31: Shakkahō." ×2.
Two fireballs, burning with light and flame, attacked from the left and right.
Separating yourselves is commendable, but using Kidō at such close range is foolish.
At this distance, the sword is faster than the Kidō.
Okita Sōji bent down, lunged forward, dodged the two Shakkahō, rushed to the soldier on the left, swung his sword, and severed his right arm at the elbow, blood spurting out.
"Ah!" The soldier cried out in pain, his left hand covering the severed wound, blood flowing uncontrollably from between his fingers.
" Taro!" another member exclaimed.
Okita Sōji leaped forward, not giving him a chance to shout a second time, and swung his sword to sever his head.
The sunlight made the blood appear exceptionally bright red.
A fishy smell filled the air, Okita Sōji's eyes and expression grew even colder.
More Reiatsu surged from the surrounding streets, converging on this place.
"Begin to sway, Dusk Bell."
Okita Sōji immediately Shikai, Zanpakuto, transforming it from a sword into a blade with a small, ring-shaped bell at the hilt.
drop.
answer.
The dozen or so soldiers who rushed forward a second ago all gushed blood from their necks and collapsed together.
Okita Sōji stood behind them, as if a frame was missing—that was the power of his Dusk Bell.
Time Deletion.
It can delete one or two seconds of time, omitting the process of him swinging his knife, and directly obtain the result.
The soldiers were unaware of the cut time; they could only face death in a state of complete bewilderment.
Okita Sōji ran forward, carrying the Dusk Bell.
The successive deaths of the squad members made it impossible for Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto to continue guarding the First Division barracks. He gripped his cane tightly, and the wooden exterior gradually peeled away, transforming back into the original shape of his Zanpakuto.
The man leaped off the railing and headed straight for Okita Sōji.
Suddenly, a Reiatsu no less than that of Captain-level erupted, Oda Nobunaga, who had been waiting in the shadows, immediately unleashed his Bankai, " Bankai: Floating Dream."
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto reacted quickly, gripping the hilt of his sword, intending to draw it, but suddenly his hand clenched, and the sword that should have been in his palm vanished!
His narrowed pupils opened, he Twist in mid-air, changed his original target with a kick, and landed on the pure white tower. The wind made his long beard flutter. "Kid, it's you."
Sound cannot reach Okita Sōji's location, but Reiatsu can.
Okita Sōji felt the sudden surge of immense Reiatsu and couldn't help but glance in that direction.
From such a great distance, the people atop the white tower appear as mere black dots.
However, the surging Reiatsu was like a super volcanic eruption, spewing out thousands of lava splattered all over Okita Sōji. The intense the Heat sensation almost made him howl in pain, and he collapsed to the ground on the spot.
The hard touch brought him back to his senses, all the hallucinations vanished, and he touched his forehead, finding it covered in sweat. "So this is the strongest Shinigami."
A flicker of fear Okita Sōji's face. The mere Reiatsu had almost caused him, a kilometer away, to lose his fighting spirit. How terrifying.
He muttered to himself, got up from the ground, and felt a gust of wind pass by him. It seemed to be someone?
That glint of silver light made him squint slightly.
boom!
The barrier surrounding the Central 46 Chambers ' residence collapsed, and both main gates and thirteen defensive walls were breached.
Who was it? Okita Sōji was stunned. Besides them, was there someone else trying to cause trouble in Seireitei?
Before he could figure it out, another figure swooped down from the sky.
Okita Sōji snapped out of his daze and hurriedly dodged. The ground exploded, and the dust that rose up obscured the enemy's figure, only revealing a pair of emerald green eyes.
The fact that Nemu Kurotsuchi allowed Shiraishi to break into the prison doesn't mean she had no feelings for the Gotei 13; it just means that her friendship with Shiraishi was stronger than that with the Gotei 13.
Between Shiraishi and the rules of the Gotei 13, she chose to help Shiraishi.
But between Okita Sōji and the Gotei 13, she would definitely choose to side with the Gotei 13.
The situation on the scene changed so quickly that it exceeded Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's expectations. He had initially thought it was a group of people, but it didn't seem quite like it.
And isn't that woman Nemu Kurotsuchi, the vice-captain of the Twelfth Division?
She's said to have been captured by Shiraishi. She's here; that figure just now was Shiraishi. Did he break into the underground to rescue Kūkaku Shiba, or to wipe out the Central 46 Chambers?
Countless questions flashed through his mind, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's expression remained unchanged, his eyes fixed on the enemy ahead.
"Long time no see, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto. I've come to take over your empire."
Oda Nobunaga also noticed the changes in the situation there, but he didn't pay much attention to them. At this point, nothing was more important than killing Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto.
"Heh," Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto sneered, "Kid, you're still dreaming of ruling the world."
Oda Nobunaga smiled; the old man was as arrogant as ever. "That's right, today is the day your dreams come true."
"Innocent."
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto lowered his eyes, pulled his arms back, and spread them out from his collar. His Shihakushō jacket slipped off, and his Captain's Haori fluttered from his shoulders, revealing his battle-hardened body. The bulging muscles made the scars look like earthworms crawling.
"You think you can defeat me by sealing Ryūjin Jakka? Kid, I'll wake you from your dream!"