"Hmph!"
Under Yamamoto’s mocking gaze, Yhwach’s face darkened. He quickly stepped back, putting distance between them.
"You haven’t changed at all since nine hundred years ago—still no progress!"
Yamamoto shouted and swung his blade down once more.
With a deafening crash, the ground split apart beneath Yhwach’s feet. A deep chasm yawned open, threatening to swallow him whole.
Yhwach’s eyes flashed with anger. Facing Yamamoto, who held the black Tachi, he raised a hand and revealed a metallic disc.
"Medallize!"
But to his shock, the weapon remained firmly in Yamamoto’s grip—the same pitch-black, ancient-looking Tachi, unchanged.
Yamamoto’s gaze sharpened. He glanced briefly at the sword in his hand, then let out a quiet breath of relief. Internally, he marveled at the effectiveness of the Shin’eiyaku.
"Didn’t work?"
Yhwach’s eyes widened in disbelief. He had expected his Medallize ability to effortlessly steal Yamamoto’s weapon—but clearly, things weren’t going as planned.
Furious, he hurled the broken blade in his hand. The moment it neared Yamamoto, it was instantly incinerated by the surrounding flames.
His rage and shock were palpable. Even his body began to tremble.
Seizing the moment, Yamamoto closed the distance, swinging his sword at Yhwach in a relentless assault.
Wielding Zanka no Tachi and clad in Zanjitsu Gokui, Yamamoto’s offense and defense were more formidable than ever.
Yhwach could do nothing but dodge.
Yamamoto pressed the attack, blade after blade, forcing him back.
"Don’t think you Quincies are the only ones with tricks. Looks like you’re out of cards. Today, I’ll end you for good!"
"No!" Yhwach took a deep breath, trying to calm the fury churning within.
Then Yamamoto drove Zanka no Tachi into the ground.
In an instant, countless blackened skeletons erupted from the earth, surging toward Yhwach like a tide.
Zanka no Tachi, Minami: Kaka Jūman’okushi Daisōjin! (Longsword of the Remnant Flame, South: Great Burial Ranks of the Ten Trillion Fire Dead)
As he looked upon the familiar skeletal faces, Yhwach froze in place. His voice trembled as names slipped from his lips:
"Seydlitz...
Algora...
Huburt..."
These were comrades who had once fought by his side.
"You call yourself the head of the Shinigami, and yet you dare to command the dead... Yamamoto Shigekuni, you bastard!"
Yhwach roared in fury.
But before he could finish, the black skeletons had already latched onto him, clawing and clinging to his body.
At the same moment, Yamamoto’s blade came down once again.
"Zanka no Tachi, Kita: Tenchi Kaijin!" (Longsword of the Remnant Flame, North: Heaven and Earth End in Ashes)
From several meters away, Yhwach was cleaved clean in two. His body arced through the air and crashed hard into the ground.
Yamamoto stood silently, eyes cold, gazing at the figure he had just sliced in half.
But a second later, his pupils contracted sharply.
He saw Yhwach’s body begin to change.
"My... my strength wasn’t enough...? I’m terribly... sorry...Your Majesty ..."
"You bastard... Who the hell are you?"
Yamamoto’s eyes widened in shock as Yhwach’s form suddenly morphed into an unfamiliar young man—with three eyes.
In that instant, Yamamoto realized—
He had been deceived.
Yamamoto lifted his head, his fierce gaze locked onto the young man on the ground. Gritting his teeth, he growled,
"Fine. Whatever scheme you’re playing, I’ll cut it down myself!"
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