Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 408

Chapter 408: Chapter 408: Don’t Think Wearing Glasses Will Save You

"The one who cut me last time was Yamamoto, okay? You guys were the ones who got killed by that brat."

The white-haired, dark-skinned young man shot back defiantly, a flicker of anger in his eyes.

"I wasn’t even conscious last time, so it doesn’t count!"

Furōfushi Saitō growled viciously, as if she wanted to tear the other apart.

Batsu’unsai Katori frowned, speaking with deep concern.

"But if that kid isn’t here, Soul Society might really be in danger this time."

Her voice was thick with worry.

Furōfushi Saitō glanced around.

Hell hadn’t just sent them—the original captains. Alongside them were monstrous beings led by the former King of Hueco Mundo, now a Hell Prisoner, as well as more than thirty captain-class Togabitos.

Everyone’s expression turned grim. They were starting to grasp just how dire the situation was.

Furōfushi Saitō clicked her tongue, clearly displeased.

"Old man Yamamoto, seriously... His Bankai is so powerful, but he can only use it for such a short time."

"If he could hold it longer, we wouldn’t have to worry about these freaks."

At her words, several original captains sighed, regret flashing in their eyes.

Zanka no Tachi was strong, no doubt—but this world couldn’t handle its full power for long.

If it were used too long, Yamamoto Shigekuni might destroy the world himself before Hell even had to make a move.

Under the protection of Hell’s power, the group landed safely. A gray-haired man slowly stood up, looking like he was still half-asleep.

It was Chigiri Shijima, the first-generation captain of the 4th Division.

He frowned and asked, puzzled,

"I heard from Chika that Zanka no Tachi got a power boost, didn’t it?"

"He can store the flames in the blade now, so it should last longer, right?"

"But Hell’s power is limitless—what good is just a few extra minutes?"

Furōfushi Saitō snorted in annoyance.

Not far away, Yamamoto leaned on his cane, eyes locked on the silhouettes appearing in the sky.

Rangiku Matsumoto stood with arms crossed, staring ahead.

"They’re still wearing the Gotei 13 haori. Are those the former captains?"

Next to her, Chōjirō Sasakibe couldn’t help but murmur,

"Genryūsai-sama, it really is them. Just like a thousand years ago."

His voice was filled with emotion and helplessness.

"Tch... those troublesome bastards. Even in death, they crawl back just to give this old man more headaches."

Yamamoto shook his head. His words were harsh, but a bitter smile tugged at his lips.

Chōjirō Sasakibe gave a light chuckle.

"Genryūsai-sama, there’s no need to worry."

"Captain Masatsuki is working on a plan. Let’s trust him."

"Trust him? I’d be happy if he didn’t add to my problems!"

Yamamoto shot him a sideways glance and huffed.

They were facing Hell itself this time. Even he wasn’t sure he’d make it through alive. That kid would be lucky just to survive.

If anyone could deal with Hell, it would have to be the Soul King.

If that brat really came up with a solution to all this, Yamamoto would gladly step down and let him be Captain-Commander!

Just then, Yamamoto noticed something strange.

The battle hadn’t even started yet, and the other side was already arguing among themselves.

A loud commotion rose from the crowd across from them—they seemed to be in a heated debate about something important...

"As the saying goes, a house can’t go a day without a master, a country can’t go a day without a ruler, and the Gotei 13 can’t go a day without a Captain-Commander."

With his back to Yamamoto and facing his former comrades, Chika Shihōin spoke with impassioned fervor, as if delivering a speech.

"Now that Yamamoto is no longer in power, as the Captain of the 2nd Division, a noble of the Five Great Houses... the former head of my clan, it’s only natural that I should—"

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