Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 395

Chapter 395: Chapter 395: I Can Take On a Hundred

Just as the group was caught in a brief moment of calm, three surges of Reiatsu far beyond the level of ordinary Captains suddenly erupted.

Fortunately, Lieutenant Chōjirō Sasakibe reacted swiftly, immediately unleashing his own Reiatsu to shield against the crushing pressure.

Though his efforts managed to hold back the brunt of it, the sheer weight of those three terrifying forces still left the surrounding soldiers struggling to breathe, as if three massive mountains were pressing down on their chests.

But just as suddenly as those three overwhelming Reiatsu had appeared, they vanished.

Recognizing the familiar spiritual signatures, Masatsuki Aozaki let out a helpless sigh and peeled Rangiku Matsumoto off him, setting her back on her feet.

He had sensed those Reiatsu long before they arrived—he just hadn’t cared. Now, he casually glanced toward the source.

The old man appeared in a flash of Shunpo, moving at astonishing speed. In his hand, he carried a severed head—white-haired, black-skinned—slowly dissolving into Reishi.

One couldn’t help but admire the old man’s composure. Holding the head of a former comrade and still remaining calm, though his expression was noticeably grim.

A second later, Kenpachi Zaraki came barreling in behind him, striding heavily.

Shunpo wasn’t exactly Zaraki’s strength, but with his overwhelming Reiatsu backing him, even rough technique translated into a speed that surpassed most of the Gotei 13 Captains.

Kenpachi was grinning from ear to ear—he’d clearly enjoyed himself.

Yamamoto’s eyes scanned the scene with a complex expression before settling on Masatsuki Aozaki.

"Where are they?!"

Masatsuki answered calmly.

"I’ve already sent them back to Hell."

...

Yamamoto went silent for a few seconds, expanding his spiritual perception. Then he let out a quiet breath of relief.

He adjusted his expression, regaining that steady, unshakable air of authority, and asked in a low tone:

"Captain Aozaki, the ones you fought earlier... they were Furōfushi Saitō, Batsu’unsai Katori, and Saizō Sakahone, the Captains of the original Gotei 13?"

Masatsuki nodded.

"Yeah. Pretty sure it was them. They looked just like the portraits in your room."

Yamamoto’s face grew heavy. He muttered under his breath: 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"I see... No wonder their Reiatsu felt so familiar. This is going to be a problem."

Masatsuki gave a slight shrug.

The old man’s concern wasn’t hard to understand.

During the nearly hundred years Masatsuki had trained under Yamamoto, he’d occasionally heard stories about the past.

The first generation of Gotei 13 Captains—though slightly weaker than Masatsuki’s own generation—were by far the most vicious in history.

They were all ruthless monsters. In some ways, even more terrifying than man-eating Hollows.

That’s not to say they weren’t powerful. They were.

But there was no helping it—Masatsuki Aozaki alone had raised the upper limit of what a Gotei 13 Captain could be.

Outside of his generation, those first-generation Captains were still undeniably the strongest.

Their Reiatsu started at Second-Class Spiritual Power and above. Third-Class wasn’t even worth mentioning—completely unqualified to share the same battlefield.

Yet even with that level of power, seven of them still died in the war a thousand years ago.

Of the six who survived, only Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni and Retsu Unohana lived beyond the war. The others all passed away within a century.

That alone spoke volumes about how powerful the Quincy were.

Yamamoto’s eyes turned distant, complicated emotions surfacing. He murmured to himself:

"I personally conducted the Konsō rituals for them... They should have been resting in Hell. Has something happened down there?"

He paused, then turned to Chōjirō Sasakibe.

"Chōjirō, go summon the elders of the Yomi Clan immediately. Have them send someone to the 1st Division."

Chōjirō responded respectfully.

"Yes."

"Why would Captains fight you bare-handed instead of using their Zanpakutō?" Shinji Hirako muttered under his breath. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

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