Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 489

Chapter 489: Chapter 489: The God at the End of the Road

"An existence of equal rank to myself."

Yhwach murmured as he turned slightly, gripping a nearly man-length Reishi arrow. His gaze was solemn, fixed ahead.

"Perhaps even closer to Father than I am now."

As the dust was swept away by the howling wind, Yhwach clearly saw the Captain-Commander of the Shinigami walking toward him.

It was as if he held the entire world in his hands. The blood-soaked air swirled around his white haori, and beneath his black hair, his cold eyes locked onto Yhwach.

"You’ve wielded your power well. It seems I’m not alone after all—and not as weak as I believed."

Yhwach gave a nod of approval, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes.

This power clearly surpassed what mortals could control—even with the aid of the Hōgyoku, imbued with fragments of the Soul King’s might.

An existence on equal footing with him—what else could that be but the child of a god?

This young Shinigami was likely his brother.

At one time, he believed that brother was the so-called "other self" known as Haschwalth.

They shared the same ability—the power to divide souls.

But compared to himself and Masatsuki Aozaki, Haschwalth was far too weak, no different from an ordinary human.

Now, this young Shinigami had demonstrated incredible strength and potential, stirring Yhwach’s interest and anticipation.

Perhaps he truly was his brother—the one worthy of being seen as an equal, one who could stand beyond the realm of the mundane.

But if he really was his brother... would he not also seek to replace that lofty, yet disgracefully shackled existence?

To be a supreme deity, yet bound and enslaved by lowly mortals—what greater humiliation could there be?

"Not alone? Don’t tell me you’re after some kind of companion too. You don’t strike me as the sentimental type."

Masatsuki Aozaki stood with his sword in hand, a trace of mockery in his eyes.

Gradually, his indifference gave way to a blazing intensity, as if boiling blood surged through his veins.

"Still not planning to open those eyes? You know full well—in your current state, you’re no match for me. Keep this up, and you’ll die for sure!"

Masatsuki Aozaki shouted. And perhaps it was just his imagination, but Yhwach could detect a sense of urgency in his voice.

"Incomprehensible... I don’t know where your confidence comes from. But if I open these eyes, I’ll step into the domain of the gods. Are you truly unafraid?"

Yhwach hesitated. His heart wavered.

The lives of the Quincy meant nothing to him.

They were merely tools—disposable pawns under the will of their king. Never companions. Just expendable fodder.

Yet each time he tried to open those eyes, a nameless fear surged from deep within.

It made him hesitate, too afraid to take that final step.

And Masatsuki Aozaki’s attitude—was simply too strange. It was as if he wanted him to open them.

But who in their right mind would wish for their enemy to grow stronger...?

"Fine. When you’re close to death, you’ll do what needs to be done."

Clang!

A sharp sound split the air as a pure white blade slowly swept through the sky. Masatsuki Aozaki’s presence shifted—his once calm Reiatsu now sharpening, growing fiercer by the second.

"Death is your destined fate!"

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