Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 415

Chapter 415: Chapter 415: Beg Me, and I Still Won’t Spare You

The original captains of the Gotei 13 shook their heads with disdain.

If not for being controlled by the will of Hell, they wouldn’t have bothered fighting alongside this useless rabble.

In strength and conviction, the two sides weren’t even on the same level. Even if they wore the same armor, the difference in essence was night and day.

At that thought, the original captains glanced out of the corner of their eyes at the young man in the center.

This was the strongest Shinigami of the current era, the one acknowledged by Yamamoto.

Seeing him remain composed and unshaken despite being surrounded, they couldn’t help but nod in quiet approval.

As a captain, Masatsuki Aozaki carried a name worthy of pride. Even if they couldn’t gauge his Reiatsu precisely, the resolve he exuded—regardless of his true strength—was enough to ensure he hadn’t brought shame to the Gotei 13.

"Don’t worry. You’re still useful."

With those words, Masatsuki Aozaki raised one hand and grasped the hilt of a long blade.

Baraggan was left in stunned silence, unable to grasp the meaning behind that statement.

If he were still alive, perhaps he would have understood.

But now that he served as a jailer of Hell, his existence belonged entirely to Hell. What could Masatsuki possibly do to him?

Was he planning to kill him, like he did with Szayelaporro?

For Baraggan, though... maybe that kind of release wouldn’t be so bad.

The night wind howled past Masatsuki’s ears. He had no time to adjust to the nature of this new battlefield—so instead, he relied on an old method, one that had never failed him.

Whoosh!

A slash of sword pressure shot from his blade, streaking past Baraggan’s body.

It looked like a miss.

Just as Baraggan raised his axe to counterattack, the sword pressure suddenly stalled in midair, as if striking something unseen.

Baraggan turned his head—and felt a violent tug pulling at every part of his body.

Chains of darkness erupted from his flesh, stretching skyward—linked directly to the Hell Gate high above.

But then, in an instant, those chains snapped!

Without a pause, the sword pressure shot off like an aurora, slicing the air apart before vanishing into the horizon.

Masatsuki’s right hand still rested firmly on Baraggan’s shoulder, while his left had already plunged deep into the folds of that dark purple robe.

His hand clutched something—something vital—that left Baraggan completely frozen.

Tchk.

A faint sound followed, then a cold voice echoed:

"You should be dead."

The emotionless words reached his ears—and in the next moment, all awareness was swallowed by the void.

Masatsuki Aozaki ripped Baraggan’s soul from his body without resistance, as easily as if he were drawing water.

Baraggan’s form began to crumble, dissolving instantly into countless reishi.

The particles lingered briefly before drifting toward the Hell Gate above.

Under the pale moonlight, the once-proud jailer commander—who had just moments ago been barking orders and flaunting authority—vanished into thin air before everyone’s eyes.

Dozens of jailers were left frozen in place, some still mid-charge, unable to react in time.

Now they stood motionless, as if frozen by a spell.

This...

Their thoughts froze, minds going blank—as if time itself had come to a halt.

They were completely thrown by the sudden reversal, unsure how to respond or what to do next.

At that moment, the strongest Shinigami casually tossed the red orb in his hand behind him in one smooth motion.

The blonde woman behind him caught it effortlessly, in a motion both elegant and precise.

"Don’t bother. Even if you kneel and beg, I won’t show mercy."

Masatsuki Aozaki’s lips curled into a cold, villainous smirk.

And just like that, the tide had turned.

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