Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121 - 121: Numbers Are Meaningless

When it comes to battle, the 11th Division is always eager for a fight.

And this was a rare opportunity—to challenge a captain.

Ittora Yamazaki had just used Tenteikūra to send out the message, and within three minutes, the dojo was packed. The gathered Shinigami were all raring to go, but none wanted to lose face by ganging up on a single opponent, so they held back from charging in right away.

Masatsuki Aozaki glanced at the four-person group led by Gin Ichimaru not far away.

Ichimaru wore his usual carefree smile.

Ryuuseki and Izumo looked on with admiration, as if it had never even crossed their minds that he could lose.

Only Lisa Yadōmaru's eyes flickered briefly with concern.

Masatsuki Aozaki let out a pleased smile.

All his tireless effort—sacrificing sleep, pouring himself into his craft, bringing forth in this world what he had accumulated in his past life—had not been in vain. Even the 9th Division's editorial department had seen fit to publish his book.

It was all worth it!

"Captain Aozaki, I'm no match for you," Ittora Yamazaki admitted honestly.

Their earlier exchange had made it clear—Masatsuki Aozaki was far beyond him in strength.

He had attacked with full force, yet the other had sent him flying with a single casual strike. The gaping hole in the dojo's door was still unrepaired.

And it wasn't just physical strength. Even their Zanpakutō were leagues apart. Even a Bankai had been overpowered by the opponent's Shikai alone.

Just remembering how powerless even Kenpachi Kiganjō's sparring partners had felt against that rock-like armor...

If Masatsuki Aozaki's Zanpakutō was truly as rumored, then even in Shikai, it could likely reduce him to dust.

Dying in battle was one thing, but being beaten to death by his own captain? Now that would be humiliating.

"It's fine, I'm not here to kill anyone..."

Masatsuki Aozaki smiled at Ittora Yamazaki, his excitement clear as he flexed his fingers.

"I just thought this would be a good chance to get to know everyone in the 11th Division."

"You can even release your Zanpakutō!"

Ittora Yamazaki let out a wry smile. But with things at this point, he knew he couldn't back down—if he did, it wouldn't just be his own pride on the line, but the entire 11th Division's.

"Alright!"

With a sharp cry, he gripped the scabbard at his waist.

"Roar, Koenmaru!"

Drawing his Zanpakutō, flames instantly engulfed the blade.

A fire-type Zanpakutō, huh? What unfortunate luck... but this level of heat doesn't affect me anymore.

Masatsuki Aozaki grinned.

The 11th Division had always been a combat-focused squad, but at this time, it was still somewhat different from how it would later be under Kenpachi Zaraki.

While they favored direct combat, they didn't reject Kido-based techniques, nor did they have a particular preference for purely offensive-type Zanpakutō.

"Then come, 3rd Seat Yamazaki!"

The moment his words fell, Masatsuki Aozaki's figure vanished.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared right in front of Ittora Yamazaki.

Yamazaki's pupils shrank in shock, and he instinctively slashed forward with Koenmaru—

Bang!

Before he could even react, a fist slammed into his abdomen with crushing force. His body shot backward like a severed kite, crashing straight through the wooden wall.

Completely overpowered.

The watching 11th Division members froze in shock, and some couldn't help but swallow nervously.

Without the slightest hesitation, Masatsuki Aozaki extended a finger, pointing at the gathered Shinigami. Then, with a smirk, he curled his finger in a taunting gesture, as if to say:

"He's not enough. Why don't you all come at me together?"

Fury flared in the hearts of the 11th Division members.

They were known as the battle maniacs of the Gotei 13—when had they ever suffered such humiliation? Without another moment of restraint, they charged in unison.

The dojo echoed with the pounding of footsteps, the crackling of thunder, the rush of wind.

From a distance, Gin Ichimaru watched with an indifferent expression.

Ryuuseki, Izumo, and Lisa Yadōmaru, however, stared wide-eyed, holding their breath as they witnessed the chaotic clash—one man against a hundred.

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