Chapter 409: Let the Floods Rise, Who Cares
"Maybe they realized that suppressing our consciousness weakens our combat capabilities."
Furōfushi Saitō grinned, though a cruel glint flickered across her face.
"That little guy Masatsuki Aozaki is pretty strong—and ruthless. I like that. Just don’t know where he ran off to."
Batsu’unsai Katori paused, then shook his head. "I actually thought he seemed rather gentle."
"That kind of thing doesn’t matter!"
Chika Shihōin laughed.
"Perfect. That old geezer Yamamoto took my head off last time—this time, I’m definitely getting payback!"
The original captains stretched their limbs, only to realize that although their consciousness remained intact, they were still being influenced by Hell’s will. A voice seemed to echo in their minds, forcing them to obey.
Chika Shihōin let out a furious roar.
His whole body became like a spectral shadow as he charged at Yamamoto, swinging his Zanpakutō with deadly force.
As Chika Shihōin and Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto clashed blades, the other original captains stood still in silence.
Outwardly, it looked like they were closely observing the fight, ready to step in at any moment. But in truth—they were stalling for time.