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.