"Unravel Six Hanks: Star of the Dark Night! To be caught in the end, by the star of death!"
Facing the tens of thousands of skeletons, Rosse controlled Shutara and chose the most brutal method.
The gigantic loom roared at this moment. Countless bolts of cloth glittering with starlight were spewed out, weaving an entire brilliant starry sky within the space.
Countless pieces of cloth shining with dazzling starlight descended from above like an inverted Milky Way.
They did not attempt to intrude into that domain of the dead. Instead, in a far more domineering manner, they wrapped up the sea of skeletons together with Head Captain Yamamoto at its center.
This hank was already considered the ultimate killing move of Shutara's Bankai, a rule-based erasure capable of deciding the outcome of a war.
But Rosse knew very clearly that this move alone was still not enough to kill Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto.
However, killing him was not what he wanted.
He merely needed to clear out a clean stage for the methods beyond the rules that would follow.
Buzz!
The starry sky that enveloped the undead army began to flicker on and off.
Each flash of starlight represented the end of an undead being.
In an instant, tens of thousands of starbursts lit up, went dark, and lit up again across that black curtain, like a grand yet silent fireworks display.
And with every flicker, a grotesque skeleton, together with the resentment it carried, was completely purified by the starlight's power, turning into the most primal reishi and dissipating into nothingness.
This was a silent digitized war.
One star of light in exchange for one undead.
In the end, when the final speck of starlight burned out and the last piece of cloth vanished, that undead army capable of trampling the entire Gotei Thirteen was likewise reduced to ashes and smoke.
At the center of the empty battlefield, only that lone, towering figure remained.
On Head Captain Yamamoto's body, Zanjitsu Gokui had already reignited.
And at the tip of the withered blade in his hand, a terrifying power capable of burning the entire world into ash was condensing.
At this very moment, Head Captain Yamamoto had already charged to the absolute limit.
And in that same instant, Head Captain Yamamoto moved.
"Zanka no Tachi, Kita(North)—"
His voice was no longer aged, but like a death sentence delivered from the depths of hell.
"The World Reduced To Ashes(Tenchi Kaijin)!"
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The strongest strike of the strongest Bankai in Soul Society was unleashed with brutal force at this moment.
He swung his blade.
That sword which had gathered all light and heat, causing the surrounding space itself to twist and collapse, slashed down toward the still-roaring gigantic loom with a strike that represented finality.
A slash wave embodying absolute destruction burst forth from the blade's edge.
Wherever it passed, time, space, laws, matter… everything ceased to have meaning.
The special space constructed by Shutara's Bankai melted and evaporated instantly before this slash, like snowflakes thrown into the core of the sun.
The false world barrier was easily torn apart, revealing the real Seireitei outside, which should have been at dusk.
Yet at this moment, Seireitei showed not the slightest hint of twilight darkness.
This single strike from Head Captain Yamamoto completely banished the night.
The entire Soul Society was illuminated by the light of this slash, bright as broad daylight.
Any living being, so long as they looked toward Seireitei, could witness a miracle they would remember for the rest of their lives.
A man-made sun was slowly rising.
It was a day of destruction brighter and hotter than the real sun itself, and anything that dared stand in its path would be burned to ash.
At this moment, the breathing of all observers stopped.
The gazes of Nimaiya Oetsu, Kirinji, and the others were nailed tightly onto that figure facing the sun head-on.
This was Head Captain Yamamoto's strike, one that burned away all of his spiritual pressure.
Before this blow, no ordinary being in the world could possibly withstand it.
Dodge? Under that terrifying might that encompassed the entire world within its attack range, the very word "dodge" was a joke.
And just as all the spectators had anticipated.
Facing this blade that could reduce world to ashes, Shutara, who moments ago had still been at ease, now seemed as if she had been nailed in place by divine might, offering no resistance at all.
The destructive light descended.
Wherever the light reached, that gigantic loom symbolizing weaving and fate, together with the elegant and magnificent figure standing upon it, were subjected to a slow yet irreversible process.
They were disassembled, erased, and finally, gradually melted away.
"Something's wrong," Nimaiya Oetsu, who was watching the battle, suddenly narrowed his eyes.
His gaze locked firmly onto the final frame of Shutara just before she was swallowed by the light.
On that face filled with nobility and arrogance, there was no fear of death, no calm acceptance of it.
There was only a strange smile that sent a chill straight to the heart.
'But… how is that possible?'
Even if Shutara still retained the inheritance ability of Squad Zero and could revive through the Hollow King, she should not have shown such a bizarre expression.
'Why, exactly?'
At this time, the artificial sun of destruction, after erasing Shutara, also began to slowly fade away.
Buzz!
When the final trace of light capable of burning heaven and earth dispersed, the Ryujin Jakka in Head Captain Yamamoto's hand finally exhausted all its power and reverted to the Zanpakuto's original form.
The entire world seemed to let out a sigh of relief along with the end of this strike. The light dimmed once more, returning to the dusk it should have been.
Only Head Captain Yamamoto's bare upper body, and the charred wounds covering him from head to toe, still emitting wisps of smoke, silently testified to the ferocity of the battle just now.
"It's over," Head Captain Yamamoto said softly, his voice carrying a fatigue he had not felt in a thousand years.
Even a thousand years ago, when facing the Quincy King, he had not been forced to unleash the final strike of his Bankai.
For Shutara to die beneath this blade, it could be said she had not disgraced her past contributions to Soul Society.
As the words fell, he slowly returned his Zanpakuto to its sheath.
And just at the instant when the tsuba and the scabbard were about to close together—
"Yamamoto! Watch out!", Nimaiya Oetsu suddenly shouted, his voice exploding like thunder.
His figure had already turned into an afterimage beyond the limit, throwing himself toward Head Captain Yamamoto without a second thought.
From the very beginning, he had maintained the utmost vigilance.
But he never imagined that Shutara's spiritual pressure would actually reappear around Head Captain Yamamoto's body.
He was fast.
But the distance between him and Head Captain Yamamoto was simply too great.
No matter how much he pushed his speed to the absolute maximum, there was still a long distance separating them.
He could only watch helplessly as that spiritual pressure erupted inside Head Captain Yamamoto's body, which now had no power to resist.
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