Bleach : Begins with a Contract with the Departed Souls of the Uchiha Chapter 300: Zanka no Tachi!

Looking down, she saw her feet and calves were completely covered in ice crystals.

The ice extended from the frozen earth beneath her, firmly rooting her to the spot.

As the chill intensified, the crystals spread rapidly, reaching her thighs in a matter of seconds.

In that mont, Unohana Retsu had no chance of a quick escape.

"Oh, it looks like you've been frozen solid," Borsalino remarked in a playful tone. He raised a finger toward her abdon, a blinding light gathering at the tip.

Shuu!

A laser beam shot out, piercing through Unohana Retsu's abdon and leaving a small charred pit in the ground behind her.

Blood splattered, but the mont it left her body, it was frozen into crimson crystals by the intense cold, clattering onto the frozen earth.

Unohana Retsu felt a sharp pang of agony in her midsection, but the sensation quickly vanished as the wound and the surrounding flesh went numb.

The bleeding stopped instantly as the wound froze over.

Borsalino did not pause for a second.

Shuu, shuu, shuu, shuu!

He fired a series of lasers in rapid succession, each one piercing Unohana Retsu's body.

Blood soaked through her robes across her chest and abdon, only to be imdiately flash-frozen by the frigid air.

"Puh..."

A tallic, copper taste filled her throat. Unohana Retsu could no longer suppress it, and blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

"Huu..."

A sudden wave of cold erupted from her side.

She turned her head with great effort, seeing Kuzan's tall, imposing silhouette appearing beside her.

The cold intensified, and in an instant, ice crystals climbed up her entire body, eventually covering her head.

Her vision was consud by a world of pure white before her consciousness plunged into darkness.

Watching Unohana being encased in the block of ice, Kuzan slowly exhaled a breath of frosty air.

"That's another captain out of the way."

"Now, the only ones left are Head Captain Yamamoto and..."

As he spoke, Kuzan suddenly turned his head to look at the top of the iceberg he had just created.

"How much longer do you two plan on watching from up there?"

Borsalino also turned his gaze toward the peak.

Though there appeared to be nothing there, a strong sense of distortion rippled through the air.

He stroked his chin, seeing through the ruse imdiately.

"It seems they've used Kido to mask their presence. I didn't think the Seireitei had such experts left."

"Correct, it is indeed Kido."

A gentle yet deep voice rang out from above.

The air distorted violently, revealing two figures clad in shihakusho.

One had a gentle expression and wore black-rimd glasses, showing no sign of distress despite being exposed.

It was Tosen.

"Kana, it appears we've been spotted." Behind him was the dark-skinned Kana Tosen, wearing sunglasses.

Hearing Tosen's words, Kana Tosen nodded calmly.

"It seems so, Lord Tosen."

His hand rested quietly on the hilt of his blade as he looked down at the two below.

A faint, almost imperceptible killing intent began to perate the area.

"Since we've been exposed, should we eliminate them now?"

"No, Kana, we haven't reached that stage yet."

Tosen waved a hand, stopping Kana Tosen from drawing his sword.

His gaze passed through his flat lenses, landing on Kuzan and Borsalino below, a smile playing on his lips.

"This is a bit awkward. Could you perhaps pretend you never saw us?"

"Sure."

To Tosen's surprise, Kuzan actually nodded in agreent.

Borsalino's expression shifted as he suddenly remarked, "Oh, I rember now. It's you two."

Tosen's brow furrowed slightly, then relaxed.

He took a step forward, testing the waters. "Is that really alright? You're just going to let go?"

"Isn't your mission to defeat all the Soul Reapers? Would Senior Ren really allow you to let a Lieutenant like walk away?"

Kuzan scratched his head, a trace of laziness appearing as the tension of battle left his posture.

"While our mission is to eliminate the Captains, you aren't on that list."

"You aren't my target. Besides, before this battle began, our Boss ntioned that you still owe him sothing, so we can't touch you." Having said that, he turned and walked away without looking back.

Seeing Kuzan leave, Borsalino waved at the two on the iceberg.

"That's how it is, gentlen. See you next ti."

Watching the two depart, Tosen thought for a few seconds before shaking his head.

"It seems Shihoin Ren has excluded from the list."

He didn't really consider himself part of the Soul Reaper faction anyway.

As the captains fell one after another, the only one left resisting was Borsalino Shigekuni.

In such a crisis, Borsalino Shigekuni would surely resort to his final trump card, which might even draw Shihoin Ren back onto the battlefield.

Tosen turned and walked into the distance.

"Kana, co. Let's head toward the Head Captain." The final battle to decide the fate of the Seireitei was about to erupt, and he couldn't afford to miss it.

He wanted to see with his own eyes the mont the ultimate victor of this war was crowned.

"Yes, Lord Tosen."

On the other side, Ren accepted the clothes Shisui handed him, sensing the Spiritual Pressure in the distance gradually fading.

"First Kyōraku Shunsui, then Kuchiki Ginrei, and finally Unohana Retsu."

"Now, only Yamamoto is left."

He had only pulled on a pair of trousers and draped a coat over his shoulders. With a casual motion, the Zanma sword stabbed into the earth flew into his hand, cutting through the air.

The pitch-black chains clattered as they wrapped around his waist.

His powerful chest was exposed, and a golden skull mark was visible over his heart.

Touching the mark, Ren gripped his Bankai and headed toward the battlefield where Yamamoto was.

"Yamamoto is getting desperate. Let's go."

"My Lord, your clothes..."

Shisui watched as Ren's figure flickered and vanished, heading toward the horizon.

The elaborate, ornate robes were still in his hands.

Toji shrugged beside him. "Just put them away. It looks like the Boss wants to have another go with Old Man Yamamoto. If he wore them, they'd just be destroyed anyway."

Shisui nodded and said no more, opening his shadow space and tossing the remaining clothes inside.

With a burst of Shunpo, he and Toji followed close behind.

The roar of the battlefield continued without pause.

Facing the onslaught of so many powerful foes, Yamamoto felt as if he were standing in the middle of a violent storm, without a single mont of respite.

The enemy's attacks were relentless and perfectly tid, leaving him no opening to release his Bankai.

He was forced into a purely passive defense.

Even when he tried to seize the initiative, the group would work together to interrupt him.

Hurriedly blocking another heavy strike from a massive blade, Yamamoto's expression stiffened as he jerked his head to the side.

In his perception, Unohana Retsu's Spiritual Pressure had also plumted.

"Shunsui, Ginrei, Retsu..."

"I cannot let this go on any longer!" Yamamoto's expression hardened with absolute resolve.

He had to find the right mont to release his Bankai!

Just then, a massive blade wrapped in a sphere of white light swung toward his face.

"Gurararara! Don't you dare get distracted in a fight with us!"

The blade, carrying a fierce gale, slashed directly at Yamamoto.

At the sa ti, a spiked mace from behind him, carrying heaven-shaking force, struck with devastating power.

Boom!

Yamamoto struck out to block the converging attacks.

A wave of numbness surged through his arms instantly. The vibrational force rippled through his entire body, making his bones groan under the unbearable load.

The ground beneath his feet shattered instantly.

Yamamoto felt his internal organs churn, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Before he could recover, a giant golden Buddha descended from the sky, its palm striking down.

An invisible shockwave followed imdiately. Yamamoto coughed up a spray of blood as he was slamd into the earth.

Billowing air currents swirled, kicking up clouds of dust and sand as a massive handprint appeared in the ground.

"Cough, cough..."

Before Yamamoto could pick himself up, thunder roared and a bolt of lightning descended upon him.

Boom!

Sensing the danger, Yamamoto scrambled to roll away, but the lightning still scorched his flesh.

His entire right arm, chest, and abdon were charred black. His shihakusho was in tatters, its forr prestige long gone.

Yamamoto looked at his right arm, his eyes filled with grim determination.

A shadow lood over his entire body. Looking up, he saw a woman wreathed in flas holding a strangely shaped sword, swinging it down toward him from a distance.

"Sovereignty!"

The sharp blade energy was like a giant hamr. The massive impact slamd into him, sending him tumbling backward.

In mid-air, a giant man covered in blue scales swung a mace wrapped in lightning, hitting Yamamoto squarely in the head!

"Thunder Bagua: Conqueror of Three Realms!"

Boom!

Yamamoto crashed into the ground like a falling star.

The impact created a deep crater. Blood flowed from his scalp, staining his snow-white eyebrows and beard red.

And the attacks did not stop.

A massive bisento swept toward him.

From the other side, flas surged, forming a giant fist that shot toward his chest.

Above, a shadow leaped as the Buddha radiated golden light, his palm striking down from just ten ters away.

Yamamoto's expression turned fierce as he gritted his teeth.

This ti, he neither moved to block nor tried to dodge. He simply allowed the attacks to land on him.

His Spiritual Pressure surged violently, emitting a wave of searing, intense heat.

Rumble!

The attacks from all sides landed simultaneously, without hesitation.

"Hmm?"

Feeling the sensation through the blade of his bisento, Whitebeard frowned, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the figure within the flas.

A heatwave rushed at them. The short figure stood tall and proud amidst the layers of fire.

"Yamamoto, sothing is wrong. Get back!"

Whitebeard shouted at the nearby Portgas D. Yamamoto, quickly pulling his bisento out of the flas and retreating.

Not just Whitebeard—even Sengoku, who was still in the air, had a drastic change in expression.

He quickly looked at Kaido and Linlin, who were rushing over.

"Both of you stop! Don't get any closer!"

As Sengoku spoke, he kicked the air with force.

With a muffled boom, he shot away from the center of the battlefield.

Flas rose around Portgas D. Yamamoto as he approached Whitebeard, seeing the elder man's grave expression as he stared at the sphere of fire.

"Pops, what's going on?"

"Yamamoto, things aren't looking good."

Hearing this, Portgas D. Yamamoto followed Whitebeard's gaze toward the inferno he had helped create.

A figure holding a broken blade was visible, flickering like a ghost within the flas.

Thump, thump, thump!

Sengoku and the others landed beside Whitebeard, their faces equally grim as they stared at the fire.

Boom!

The flas suddenly surged upward. The heatwave rolled out, turning everyone's faces a deep red.

Then, the tidal waves of fire were suddenly pulled inward, vanishing in the blink of an eye!

The world suddenly turned dark.

On the scorched, pitch-black earth, only Yamamoto remained, holding his broken blade and looking at the group with a calm, steady gaze.

Yamamoto was now bare-chested, his skin a patchwork of blue and purple bruises.

Even more shocking was his right arm—it was gone. The stump at his shoulder was charred, which had cauterized the wound and stopped the bleeding.

The Zanpakuto he held no longer had its forr ancient sharpness; instead, it looked like a charred stick, dried and burnt to a crisp.

A wisp of blue smoke rose from the broken blade, dotted with tiny, glowing sparks.

"Bankai! Zanka no Tachi!" Yamamoto's aged voice echoed across the battlefield, carrying an overwhelming, long-suppressed malevolence!

At this mont, Yamamoto gave Sengoku and the others a sense of unparalleled dread.

It felt as if they were standing inside a furnace, and in the next second, their souls would be incinerated.

"What is this? This extraordinary pressure..."

"To think this old man would sacrifice an arm just to release his Bankai!"

"Even if it's a Bankai, this level of pressure... no wonder Ren was so wary of him!"

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Charlotte Linlin's face, but it evaporated in the scorching air before it could even fall.

Though she did not fear fire, she could still feel the extraordinary heat in the air, roasting every inch of her skin.

The expressions of everyone around her darkened, becoming incredibly grim.

"Shihoin Ren, and you who help the tyrant... I will never forgive you!"

Yamamoto took step after step, walking out of the hand-shaped crater.

As he approached, the scorching aura, carrying a mountain of killing intent, surged toward Whitebeard and the others.

"Pops, you guys get back. I'll hold him off!"

Portgas D. Yamamoto shouted to Whitebeard. He turned and threw a punch toward the approaching Yamamoto.

"Fire Fist!"

Flas surged, forming a massive fist that rushed at Yamamoto.

But before it could even get close to him, the fist of fire dissipated completely, leaving no trace behind.

"How can this be—"

Portgas D. Yamamoto was shocked.

But before he could react, Yamamoto raised his broken blade and swung it toward the group!

Seeing this, Portgas D. Yamamoto imdiately swung his arms.

"Net of Fire!"

Raging flas erupted from his arms, blocking the path in front of the group and forming a massive wall of fire.

Puff!

A sharp sound rang out, and the wall of fire was sliced clean down the middle.

An invisible blade of air, carrying unimaginable heat, shot toward them.

Whitebeard's expression tightened as he shouted, "Yamamoto, get out of the way!"

Even without the warning, Portgas D. Yamamoto sensed the danger and quickly dodged.

Yet he was still grazed by the unknown blade energy, the force of it sending him tumbling to the ground.

Hiss!

Sengoku and the others had already jumped away in that sa instant.

A crack appeared in the ground where they had been standing, stretching far into the distance.

The surface of the crack glowed red like molten lava, emitting intense heat.

Whitebeard reached Portgas D. Yamamoto's side and saw he wasn't seriously injured, only suffering a burn on his arm, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He reached out with his large hand, grabbed the young man, and brought him back to Sengoku and the others.

"Go! This guy is no longer soone we can face!"

Just then, the wall of fire behind them collapsed.

Yamamoto's aged figure was walking toward them through the smoke.

His gaze was cold and steady, fixed on Sengoku and the others.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"There is nowhere to run. I said I would never forgive you!"

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