Bleach: The Captain of the Fifth Division Becomes Stronger Through Training

Swastika.

It is the second stage of liberation of the Zanpakutō after the first stage of liberation... the first release of the Zanpakutō, and it is also the final form of the Zanpakutō.

It can liberate and use the Zanpakutō's abilities more thoroughly and comprehensively.

Even in the long history of Soul Society, there are very few Shinigami who can do this.

Because this not only requires the use of extraordinary spiritual power.

At the same time, the other party also needs to be able to connect with the Zanpakutō's mind, have a complete dialogue with it, or make the other party surrender.

Regardless of the means.

No matter the genre.

All of this will flow into the sea like a river, and will finally converge and become a fixed result.

The new form after liberating the Zanpakutō is also the final resort of the God of Death.

Aizen had already stood in front of Tosen Kaname, and showed an expression of emotion at this moment.

"Being able to force a captain-level figure to this point... is perfect. Is this your true strength, Shizuya-kun?"

boom! ! !

The buzzing sound in the sky and the earth was like the sound of thunder. It was already late at night in Seireitei, but at this moment, a violent wind blew up out of thin air.

Click, click, click...

Above the head, the originally clear and bright moon had disappeared without knowing when.

Instead, there was a hazy, low, dark cloud that seemed to swallow up the entire sky.

Reiatsu overflowed in the air, filling the air with a presence that made it impossible to look away.

Such power made the two people not far away feel the strangeness in an instant.

Dongxian Kaname suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

His body was shaking uncontrollably, and his subconscious was screaming crazily, making a sharp sound like a roar.

Instinct was telling him to stay away from here and not get any closer.

Dongxian took half a step back subconsciously.

But his back was gently held by Aizen, and he heard the other person speak at this moment.

"Yes, calm down."

Tōsen Kaname, who had just woken up from a dream, suddenly turned around and saw Aizen looking at him with a half-smile.

"Sorry, sorry!"

"It's okay, don't blame yourself. It's your first time observing another person's interpretation from such a distance, so it's reasonable to have such a reaction."

Aizen pushed up his glasses calmly, his tone as calm as flowing water.

"Without a spiritual pressure base that can compete, facing a captain-level figure who is further amplified by the swastika and exerts his full power... just being able to stand on the spot is already a quite outstanding figure."

That's exactly what happened.

The gap between the gods of death is so obvious.

There are many similar examples of the power to break rules by turning bricks and flying bricks with great force.

so……

Arima Shizu will not be an exception either.

Swastika.

"Crush, ravage, control life and death..."

"Come on, Yama, the Great Demon!!!"

The thick mist was blown away at this moment, and the sweeping wind was like a landslide and tsunami, completely destroying the sea area transformed by spiritual power.

From the splashing water, Kiyoshiro's body finally appeared.

He seemed to have completely broken away from the concept of 'human form'.

At this moment, it not only expanded to more than five meters high.

Even his appearance had undergone earth-shaking changes - two rolled horns protruded from the top of his head, and two horrific wounds were forced open between his ribs on the left and right sides.

Two pairs of broad, thick hands twisted out and stretched out.

Two-thirds of the body was covered with black lines, as if the whole person was from Guiyan City, which had swam from the Nine Netherworld. At this moment, it looked up to the sky and let out a shout.

"Gahahahaha!"

He laughed wildly and danced his arms wildly, and the punched palms inflated the air, causing the latter to be forced to stir, rippling layer by layer like ripples on water.

Boom boom boom boom! ! !

The victim named Air is constantly transformed and ravaged, completely destroying the surrounding streets and floors.

The building was completely shattered, lost its shape, and was even forced into its most basic form.

Gui Yancheng laughed wildly and shouted at the top of his lungs as if to show off his strength.

"Did you see it? My great demon Yama!"

"The Zanpakutō has no meaning anymore. I am the sharpest sword! All six of my arms can shoot air waves, and the efficiency is six times that of before!"

"Come out! Why don't you come out yet?!"

"Then I'll destroy the whole street! Then you can transform back into a spirit child along with the ruins!"

Yama, the great demon.

Abandoning the human image, the horns and six arms strengthen the ability to control the air and perfectly realize the zero-distance attack method.

I see.

This is the true strength of Kiiganjo Kenpachi.

In the land of nothingness, Shizuya Arima's eyes remained calm as usual.

The gap between the two sides is beyond words. If this confrontation continues, Arima Shizuya will definitely die.

But at this moment, he couldn't escape with just his own strength.

Kiiganjo had no reason to let his spiritual pressure go away, and now he started attacking regardless, which confirmed this.

Do you think you will be able to catch it without any help? The answer is of course no.

It is definitely not Arima Shizuya's style to be slaughtered at the neck.

The parameters changed, and the sea of ​​confusion was opened. There is no point in continuing to output at this time.

Arima Shizuya's figure finally appeared.

He appeared right in front of Gui Yancheng, nearly ten meters away from him.

The runaway monster immediately noticed the anomaly, and the veins on his four arms bulged, roaring and waving.

It was to completely pierce the air.

As expected, Arima Shizuya's body was completely shattered - not into flowing water, but into a spirit particle like powder.

Unable to recover, this means that Arima Shizuya has no way out in any sense.

"Go to hell! Little ghost!"

While shouting, Gui Yancheng looked to the left.

Arima Shizuya's scattered spiritual pressure was reorganizing, and he turned back to a person holding a Zanpakutō on the left.

Silently swinging the long sword in his hand, slashing down on his body... but it made a harsh echo.

The blade couldn't even break the opponent's skin, as if it was cut on a steel pillar with a utility knife.

Such a weak resistance made Gui Yancheng smile triumphantly.

"What use is that delicate thing at this point?! Just be quiet and die, kid!"

With one punch, Arima Shizuya's spiritual pressure disappeared again.

But the boy seemed to have not heard this sentence at all, and gathered the remaining spiritual pressure again, turning into another expressionless clone.

Three steps forward, sideways to accumulate strength...half squat, swing the knife.

The extremely smooth movement, cut exactly at the center just now.

Genjou just waved his right hand impatiently, sweeping the figure in front of him like dust.

"So I said, this thing has no effect on me at all..."

Puff.

A faint sound came.

Accompanied by the pain of needles, Gui Yancheng's expression became stiff and weird in an instant.

...Huh?

What happened?

He lowered his head and saw the knife as fragile as glass, which was now shallowly immersed in his waist and abdomen.

The wound was not deep, but even so, Gui Yancheng showed an almost stunned expression.

Why was he injured? With such a huge difference in spiritual power, how could he break through his leather armor?

This kid just now...

What did he do?

The remaining spiritual pressure gathered again, and finally turned into two images of Arima Shizuya.

"Hey! What did you do?!"

Without actively launching an attack, Gui Yancheng showed a face full of fear at this moment.

"What did I do?"

Arima Shizuya on the left pondered for a moment.

"It was just a swing of the knife."

Arima Shizuya on the right chuckled.

"Well, that's what you think."