Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 383

Chapter 383: Chapter 383: Zanka no Tachi

"Again..."

Kenpachi Zaraki let out a roar, pouring all his strength into a swing of his longsword.

It was as if he had become that ferocious beast once more. Before the Quincys could react, a sharp slicing sound echoed through the air—the unmistakable sound of flesh and bone being cut. They were long used to that sound, but this time, it was startlingly clear.

Agonizing pain spread through their bodies. Some were slashed in the back, some stabbed in the waist, others had their throats sliced open. Though the injuries varied, none of them escaped the same fate—they all collapsed to the ground!

"Your Majesty, the outer defenses have nearly collapsed. The intruders are about to reach Silbern!"

"Open the Sanctuary. Tell Gerard to prepare. I will go meet my old friend myself."

"Yes, sir!"

Before the throne of the Quincy King, Haschwalth knelt on one knee, slowly raising his head.

They were now less than 250 meters from the gates of Silbern.

Amidst the ruins, the advancing Shinigami abruptly halted.

At the front of the line stood Yamamoto, gripping his katana. His gaze was icy and razor-sharp.

Standing before him was a middle-aged man with black hair and a black beard.

Just as the man opened his mouth to speak, Yamamoto’s voice cut cold and clear across the battlefield:

"It’s been a thousand years, Yhwach!"

The man was none other than Yamamoto’s old acquaintance from a millennium ago—the Quincy King, Yhwach.

"Yes, it’s been a long time, Yamamoto Shigekuni."

Yhwach replied with a calm, indifferent expression as his eyes swept over Yamamoto and the Shinigami behind him.

"It’s been over nine hundred years, and to think you’ve grown so weak you now rely on others’ power."

"What, the guy who used to hide among the corpses isn’t here this time?"

"Ridiculous. There’s no longer any need to dirty Chōjirō’s hands. I alone am more than enough."

With those mocking words, Yamamoto drew Ryūjin Jakka.

Boom!

With a thunderous roar, flames erupted, coiling around Yamamoto’s body, sparks flying in every direction.

"Shikai?"

Yamamoto stood engulfed in fire, but Yhwach remained unfazed. He spread his arms, the corners of his lips curling into a faint, scornful smile.

"A thousand years ago, you weren’t this arrogant."

Yamamoto grinned, baring his white teeth in a feral smile that sent chills down the spine.

"I should be the one saying that to you. To show up before me alone—you’re just asking for death!"

His voice dripped with murderous intent, sharp enough to pierce the soul.

"Today, I will end your life with my own hands!"

His eyes glinted with a ruthless light. He gripped Ryūjin Jakka tightly, as if ready to strike down Yhwach at any moment.

But just as he was about to swing, he suddenly hesitated for a brief instant.

Noticing this, Yhwach sneered, the mockery in his voice thick with contempt.

"What’s wrong, Yamamoto Shigekuni? Are you afraid to strike?"

You troublesome brat—look what you’ve done, letting your master be underestimated like this!

Yamamoto glanced up at the sky out of the corner of his eye.

Even though he knew this wasn’t Seireitei and there was nothing above, he still couldn’t help but look.

With a deep sigh, he turned to Retsu Unohana and said,

"Captain Unohana... hand it over."

Retsu Unohana understood instantly. Without hesitation, she took out a Shin’eiyaku and tossed it to him.

Yamamoto caught it with one hand and swallowed it on the spot, not even bothering to look.

What’s there to worry about—medicine from his disciple’s wife? Of course it’s trustworthy.

Sure enough, the moment it went down, he felt a faint, Hollow-like force stirring in his abdomen.

But with no signs of Hollowfication appearing, he was able to relax.

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