Chapter 390 - 389: Cutting Through Steel
A shocking scene unfolded.
Mazuru’s blazing saber light didn’t just block Bazz-B’s massive Pyroblast—it devoured it. The arc of crimson light sliced through the torrent of fire, splitting the explosion apart before a dense mist of blood-energy poured outward, swallowing what remained of the flame.
The inferno vanished as if erased from reality.
Then, silence.
Only the oppressive heat hanging in the air testified that a collision of monstrous power had just taken place.
Bazz-B stood beside Askin, his sharp eyes fixed on Mazuru. The corners of his mouth curved upward, equal parts awe and excitement.
"As expected of the man who defeated Yamamoto Genryūsai." he said openly, voice brimming with battlelust. "You really are something else!"
Bazz-B’s Schrift—his Schrift—was "H", for "The Heat". His very soul revolved around flames. Ever since the day he’d learned the name "Ryūjin Jakka", the strongest and oldest Zanpakutō of fire, he had dreamed of facing its wielder, Yamamoto Genryūsai.
But when the Wandenreich invaded the Soul Society in the story, he’d never been given the chance. Yhwach had fought Yamamoto himself.
(TL Note: Actually, he did get a chance, one of the three idiots who jumped Yamamoto during his battle against Yhwach was Bazz-B.. and he got what he deserved)
Yet standing before him now was a man said to have defeated that very Captain-Commander.
’If I can burn him’, Bazz-B thought, his blood thrumming, ’then I’ve surpassed Yamamoto himself... and maybe even Yhwach.’