Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 413

Chapter 413: Chapter 413: Is That the Hōgyoku?

Baraggan, once again returned from Hell, gripped his pitch-black giant axe, radiating a chilling aura.

Together with Chika Shihōin, Chigiri Shijima, Danjirō Obana, and Furuoki Ōtogawa—four others who had also experienced countless cycles of life and death—they closed in on Yamamoto, gradually driving him into a corner.

"Heh... Yamamoto, you’re really showing your age. Is that all you’ve got left?"

Chika Shihōin wore a mocking smirk, but his eyes carried a weight and seriousness like never before.

Old age and decline—an unavoidable fate for every long-lived Shinigami. Even though he himself had died young, Chika had come to understand this reality from Saizō Sakahone and Nobutsuna Shigyō. Even if one’s Reiatsu remained undiminished, in battle, youth undeniably trumped age.

Now wasn’t the time to reflect on Shinigami biology.

What mattered was this: if Yamamoto couldn’t hold out—and that terrifying brat wasn’t here—then Soul Society truly stood on the brink of annihilation!

"Hold on, Yamamoto! You’re not the kind to give up—so swing that damn blade already!"

Chika Shihōin roared, voice brimming with urgency and fury.

"I don’t need you to tell me that!"

Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto gripped his Zanpakutō with both hands and slashed toward the five attackers from all directions.

A torrent of fire burst forth.

The blazing flames surged like a feral beast, immediately forcing back four of his assailants.

But in that instant, Baraggan’s giant axe came hurtling through the air with a vicious howl.

Yamamoto didn’t retreat an inch.

He tightened his grip on his Zanpakutō and met Baraggan’s axe head-on, steel clashing with steel without a hint of fear.

As the battle wore on, Yamamoto slowly began to fall behind.

Baraggan, meanwhile, sneered with smug satisfaction.

As the former King of Hueco Mundo, he had ruled that realm for countless years and fought in war after war. Yet never before had he felt such excitement, such intense killing intent—he wanted nothing more than to personally slay the man before him.

Then, Yamamoto unleashed another blazing slash, flames erupting from his blade and driving Baraggan back once more.

But this time, Yamamoto didn’t press the attack. His body halted, chest heaving as he gasped for breath.

He was forced to stop and recover his stamina.

Focusing his mind, Yamamoto tried to calm himself.

But Hell gave him no respite—they launched a synchronized assault.

After more than a dozen fierce exchanges, Chika Shihōin finally found an opening.

His Zanpakutō carved a semicircular arc through the air, a flash of light trailing behind it, and he brought it down toward Yamamoto’s neck with unstoppable force!

Yamamoto’s expression turned grave as the blade closed in. He was startled—he tried to raise his sword to block, but his strength failed him. It was as if all the power in his body had been drained.

If only I were five hundred years younger!

Yamamoto couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

But the expected bloodshed never came.

Just as Chika thought his strike would land, he was stunned to find his sword suddenly frozen just centimeters from Yamamoto’s neck.

A tremendous resistance surged through the blade, sending a jolt of pain through his wrist.

Glancing to the side in disbelief, he saw her—at some point, a dark-skinned girl had silently appeared at his flank.

Her skin tone was strikingly similar to his own, and her body crackled with lightning forged from high-density Reiatsu.

That lightning formed beast-like features—cat ears, tail, claws—covering her like a dazzling suit of armor.

"Shunkō: Raiju Senkei: Shunryū Kokubyō Senki!" (Flash War Cry: Thunder Beast Battle Form: Flash God Black Cat Warrior Princess)

Yoruichi Shihōin grinned, a cruel smile spreading across her face.

At the same time, she gripped Chika Shihōin’s wrist tightly with one hand, steadily increasing the pressure until he felt a crushing force.

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