I Bound Aizen

Everyone: "..."

Mikami Yuu held the wine bowl and laughed heartily:

"Come on! Get the wine! Eat the meat!"

"The party has begun!"

Seeing Yu Mikami laughing, everyone looked at each other with expressions of dumbfounding.

Although many of them have lost their memory and are not very clear at first, but... what kind of sanity is needed for a banquet?

Amid a burst of hearty laughter, these gods of death joined the banquet one after another.

Mikami Yuu was holding a wine bowl and a big pot on his back, clinking bowls with everyone, drinking and singing loudly.

While drinking, if he encountered someone who was completely unconscious, he would smile and stretch out his hand to purify it and send it into reincarnation.

Gradually, these guards of **** turned into pieces of light particles and dissipated in the sky.

The captains of the first generation 13th team gathered around Yamamoto and Unohana Retsu, smiled, sent blessings, and drank the last wine.

Kariyashiki Kenpachi roared, giving the final encouragement to the members of the 11th Division.

As Mikami Yu put down his hand for the last time, all the dead entered reincarnation.

Kyōraku Harunui held the wine bowl in his hand and looked up at the sky.

There, the blue light particles gathered into a shining river, swirling and rushing around the banquet.

Finally, they gathered together and rushed into the sky together, disappearing.

He raised his hand and pressed down the hat slightly.

A petal fell from the top of the head and moistened into the bowl.

From this moment on, the captain's indissoluble bond with **** officially ended.

A new era has arrived.

He looked at Yu Mikami, who was standing in the middle of the crowd, exchanging blows with Yamada Seinosuke, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Yes, the name of the new era is Mikami Yu.

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"I'm hungry!!"

First team, dojo.

New era...Oh, Mikami Yu flew backwards hard, making an embarrassing sound, and fell to the ground.

Looking at Yu Mikami lying on the ground, Yamamoto gasped for air and smiled proudly.

"Drink! Little brat! If you want to defeat me, it's still early for you!"

Mikami Yu got up, looked at the sweaty muscular old man in front of him, and grinned.

"It's not bad, I think it's not much worse."

Not to mention being injured, he didn't even sweat much.

After hearing Mikami Yu's words, Yamamoto also grinned.

This **** boy.

He put down the wooden knife in his hand and looked at the wooden crutch leaning against the wall not far away.

"Boy."

"Um?"

Mikami Yule ran over laughing.

Looking at the guy standing next to him, who once only reached his chin, but is now much taller than him, Yamamoto slowly said:

"Use all your strength to fight me."

"This time, I won't hold back."

"You can't hold anything back either."

"Let me see how far you, a student, have come."

Hearing Yamamoto's words, Mikami Yuu looked a little surprised.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

However, looking into Yamamoto's eyes, he was silent for a few seconds and then just nodded.

"I understand, teacher."

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The night sky is like ink, and the crescent moon hangs high.

On the boundless silver desert, Mikami Yu and Yamamoto Shigekuni stood facing each other from a distance.

In the distance, Kyōraku Shunsui, Ukitake Jūshirō, Aizen Sosuke, Unohana Retsu, and Kurosaki Ichigo stood there.

The first two, as students of Yamamoto's sect, need to witness this battle.

The last three are simply talented and qualified.

As several people watched, Yamamoto pressed his big hand, and the wooden crutch instantly disappeared into ashes, revealing the Zanpakutō inside.

brush!

Yamamoto drew his Zanpakutō.

Even in Hueco Mundo where the light is not that bright, his sword still emits a frightening light.

The old man grinned and showed a somewhat formidable smile:

"Come on, boy."

"I have been waiting for this day for a long time."

Mikami Yu nodded.

He took a deep breath and looked serious.

Yamamoto said, asking him to use his full strength.

Then, he will have no reservations.

Under Yamamoto's gaze, Mikami Yuu's eyes became extremely firm.

"Swastika."

"The separated phase is peaceful, the real self is clear!"

The moment the voice sounded, the wings of the Shield of Courage spread out from behind him, and he accelerated to the extreme, tearing open the space in an instant and arriving in front of Yamamoto Shigekuni—

"Swastika!"

"Remnant Fire Sword!"

Facing Yu Mikami, Yamamoto directly jumped over Hajime and showed his strongest form.

As the **** was completed, his body burst into flames!

Can Huo Tai Dao Xi, Can Ri Prison Clothes!

At this moment, the temperature of the burning flame clothing on his body reached 15 million degrees!

The metal with the highest melting point, tungsten, has a melting point of 3380 degrees and a boiling point of 5927 degrees.

The surface of the sun is 5,600 degrees.

The temperature at the core of an atomic bomb is 6,000 degrees.

Fifteen million is the core temperature of the sun!

The existence of Yamamoto Shigekuni, who is wearing the prison robe of the residual sun, is the sun itself!

The metal claw wielded by Mikami Yuu turned into a blazing white color before it even touched Koyamamoto, as if it was about to melt and disintegrate at any time.

Mikami Yuu didn't care about this.

As the light of spiritual pressure flashed, the strength of the dragon beast killer was strengthened to an incredible intensity!

He covered the surface of the metal claw with a plating that incorporated his spiritual pressure, the Quincy's Static Blood Equipment, and the artificial soul's 'puerperium'!

Dang Dang Dang! !

The metal claws, which shone with cold light, and the residual fire sword that emitted a faint smoke, fought for more than ten rounds in an instant.

Feeling the temperature of the Zanri Prison Clothes at close range, Yu Mikami's face felt hot.

Even if he has surpassed the limits of Death and Hollow and has become a Transcendent, he still feels like his life may be taken away at any time when faced with the Zanri Prison Clothes.

Suddenly, as if he felt something, his whole body turned to the right.

brush! !

Yamamoto's knife suddenly accelerated, crossing the position where he was just now, and struck the sand below.

In an instant, starting from Yamamoto, the desert, which was more than ten kilometers long and several meters wide, with an unknown geometry, completely disappeared!

The desert formed by the condensation of dead voids, the grains of sand that could not be melted even by Vastod's void flash, were instantly vaporized by this knife, leaving no trace of their former existence!

Looking at the long desert that completely disappeared, Mikami Yuu nodded slightly.

In order to deal with his precognitive ability, Yamamoto came up with the best way to deal with it.

Canri Prison Clothes, Canhuo Taidao.

The strongest spear, and the strongest shield.

Even if Mikami Yuu knew what he would do, he still couldn't break through the 15 million-degree terrifying defense and block the all-destroying slash.

If it were an ordinary enemy, facing Yamamoto in this state, there probably wouldn't be anything he could do.

But now, he is no longer an "ordinary enemy".

Under Yamamoto's gaze, Mikami Yu rushed over again.

This time, his aura was completely different from before.

He extracted "his" power from the parallel world and superimposed it on himself in this world!

Twice the natural body, twice the might, twice the bang!

The strong sense of pleasure made Mikami Yu couldn't help but smile.

Facing Yamamoto, who was wearing a robe of the burning sun, he punched out——

Four layers and one bone!

Faced with Mikami Yu's bombardment, Yamamoto's eyes widened with anger, he held the knife in both hands and made a "plain" slash.

boom! ! !

The horrific explosion instantly swallowed up everything with a diameter of more than ten kilometers.

Before the two collided, Kyoryu had already flown back with the spectators.

Even so, several people who were affected by the aftermath still fell into disgrace.

Kyoraku stood up and looked towards the battlefield.

The moment he stood up, he saw out of the corner of his eye that the boy named Kurosaki Ichigo was getting up faster than him.

In other words... this young man just didn't want to resist.

If he wanted to, he might even be able to continue watching from a very close distance without even stepping back...

With some emotion, he looked towards the battlefield.

In the smoke, Mikami Yu's face had put on a pale white mask at some point.

He grinned and gave Yamamoto an innocent smile.

A hand that was burned to coke turned into powder and dissipated in the air.