"Ha, ha," Oda Nobunaga gasped for breath, his body pressed against the cold white tower's surface, hidden in the shadows.
Excessive sweat soaked through the white bandages wrapped around his body, and the burns that had already healed began to itch again.
Oda Nobunaga originally thought that with his Bankai and the acquisition of Ryūjin Jakka, defeating Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto would be no difficult task.
As it turns out, he was wrong.
That old man is a real monster.
After their exchange, he hadn't gained any advantage at all. Now Yoshitsune's Reiatsu was gone, and Sōji's Reiatsu had also disappeared.
The grand pronouncements of the past now seem so pale and powerless.
What I once thought was a dream within reach turned out to be nothing more than a reflection of the moon in the water.
He's like a foolish monkey trying to catch the moon's reflection in the water.
hehe.
Should we escape?
Oda Nobunaga chuckled self-deprecatingly, a very real problem surfacing in his mind: continuing to fight meant certain defeat, but escaping offered a glimmer of hope.
The question is, what should he do after he escapes?
Continuing to train was impossible; Oda Nobunaga had already sensed that he had reached his limit and could no longer break through.
Would they live in Kichō together, free from ambition and filled with tranquility?
No! Oda Nobunaga gritted his teeth. That kind of life was not what he wanted, nor could he endure it.
Rather than living a mediocre life, it's better to risk everything and create a chaotic new era.
His dream has ended, so how can Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto continue to indulge in the dream of a peaceful world?
Oda Nobunaga made up his mind.
Smack
As the straw sandals touched the ground, an old face came into view, with a white beard flowing down to his waist and sharp eyes.
Oda Nobunaga quickly used his ability to dodge.
The next instant, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's powerful punch shattered the hundreds-of-meters-tall white pagoda in two.
Before the loud noise could be heard, Oda Nobunaga waved his left hand, and the upper half of the white pagoda turned around, its pointed side falling downwards.
A thunderous roar came from above, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto didn't even blink. He stretched out his left hand and shouted, " Hadō #33, Sōkatsui!"
The intermediate-level Kidō, which abandoned incantations, possessed power in his hands that rivaled that of some people's advanced Kidō when chanted at full power.
A beam of blue-white light shot into the sky, instantly turning the white tower to ashes and dissipating in the wind.
Oda Nobunaga landed on the ground, thrusting his left hand forward, and dazzling lightning rolled from his shoulder to his fingertips.
" The Bakudo #81: Dankū."
Without even glancing at it, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto recited a high-level Kidō that forgoes chanting, and a transparent defensive wall blocked the entrance.
With a loud bang, lightning scattered and split, and countless fragments fell from the surfaces of the white pagodas on both sides.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto glanced at it, his expression unchanged, but inwardly he felt a pang of heartache. Destruction is easy, construction is difficult.
Rebuilding the White Pagoda would be another huge expense.
Thinking of this, his expression grew even more terrifying, and he said in a deep voice, "Kid, do you think you can escape my grasp?"
"Just give up resisting and tell me who's behind your back. If you do, I'll plead for you before the Central 46 Chambers and ask for leniency."
"Heh." Oda Nobunaga let out a mocking laugh, becoming even more certain of his thoughts. " Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, you are truly strong, beyond my expectations."
Hearing the enemy's praise, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto felt no joy, but rather something was amiss. "What do you mean?"
Oda Nobunaga suddenly disappeared; the Reiatsu response was felt in the Central 46 Chambers.
Shin'ō Underground Great: The Jail!
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto became nervous. He wasn't worried about the safety of the Central 46 Chambers. With those people dead, he could recruit a new batch of people from the nobles to form a new Central 46 Chambers.
The Shin'ō Underground Great: The Jail is different. The prisoners on the upper levels are alright, they are all low-class. The real problem is the lowest Muken, the Infernal Infernal Inmates.
The entire the Jail was essentially built to imprison the six people at the very bottom.
Their power, their thoughts, and their actions threaten the balance between the World of the Living and the Soul Society; they are truly dangerous elements.
In the early stages of the battle, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto had been intentionally trying to stay away from that place, but in the end, things still came to this.
In a Shunpo, he arrived at Central 46 Chambers with almost no time difference, where a bizarre scene unfolded before his eyes.
The severed head screamed, and several hands stood up and ran around on the table. The person cut in two felt no pain; instead, they could open and close their arms at will.
No one in the Central 46 Chambers died, nor did anyone appear to be alive; the underground council chamber became extremely noisy.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's face darkened, and he roared, "You brat, what have you done?"
"My Bankai: Fleeting Life, Illusory Dream, allows me to project my desired dream onto reality. This includes my teleportation, the ability to move objects at will, lightning, fire, and even the scene before my eyes."
Now that things have come to this, Oda Nobunaga has no intention of hiding his Bankai ability. Instead, he speaks at length about it, saying, "Unfortunately, this ability has a drawback, which is Reiatsu."
My dreams cannot project onto people whose Reiatsu far surpasses mine, so I cannot make you like them.
The anger on Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's face disappeared, but he became more and more wary. He hadn't said anything before, but now he was suddenly rambling on and on.
Something unusual must be going on.
"But nothing is absolute. If I'm willing to risk my life, the Miracle can still happen."
At this point, Oda Nobunaga's expression shifted from calm to madness, as rapidly as the weather in June. " Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, what I cannot have, you cannot have either!"
"You brat!"
No longer caring about the Central 46 Chambers inside, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto Shunpo forward and resolutely threw out both fists.
Oda Nobunaga vanished from the spot, leaving behind only a falling Ryūjin Jakka.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto transformed his fist into a palm, catching Ryūjin Jakka, and appeared at the bottommost entrance to the Muken in the next millisecond.
Oda Nobunaga stood by the door.
He realized it was too late and decisively chose his Shikai, "All things in the universe turn to ashes, the Ryūjin Jakka!"
The walls on both sides were cracked, and blazing flames traced a semi-circular arc in the air as the blade was drawn from its sheath.
The brighter the flames, the darker Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's face appeared, concealing even his countless scars.
"No one can stop it now." Oda Nobunaga's frenzied expression returned to calm. In his final moments, his only regret was not being able to apologize to Kichō.
"In this era on the verge of chaos, how long can your dreams last? Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto."
The dream, where all restrictions of the Muken Realm had failed, was projected into reality, attempting to erase so many powerful sealing Kidō. The side effect was that Oda Nobunaga instantly turned into a blood-soaked figure.
With a grim expression Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto unleashed a fiery dividing line, the raging flames completely blocking the passage to the outside.
He stood inside.
Opposite them were six figures illuminated by the firelight.