Clashing Steel and Flashing Shadows
Uchiha Shisui displayed exceptional swordsmanship and speed, making it difficult for Komamura Sajin to gain any advantage over him.
However, Komamura was somewhat surprised by his opponent's strength.
No longer underestimating him due to his youth, he acknowledged Shisui as a worthy adversary deserving of respect.
The battle had now lasted nearly ten minutes, yet neither had unleashed large-scale, dazzling techniques like in the previous matches.
Instead, they showcased pure swordsmanship—strike after strike, technique against technique.
This suited Komamura's fighting style well, as his Zanpakuto was a direct-combat type.
"Captain Komamura, aren't you planning to release your Zanpakuto?"
Shisui took advantage of a brief pause to speak to him.
Komamura, having thoroughly enjoyed the swordplay, chuckled at the question.
"Only if you show enough strength to warrant it."
Shisui stood with his sword in one hand, the other hand tucked behind his back.
A subtle, knowing smile appeared on his sunlit face.
"Then, Captain Komamura, you'd better be careful."
As he spoke, his dark eyes slowly morphed into the three-tomoe Sharingan.
In an instant, he vanished with a shunshin, reappearing mid-air while launching a rapidly spinning shuriken.
"Shuriken Shadow Clone Jutsu!"
With a single hand seal, the lone shuriken suddenly multiplied into a rain of countless dark shadows, cascading toward the ground like a torrential storm.
Komamura's eyes widened in surprise.
He instinctively prepared to evade with Shunpo, but the sheer scale of the attack left him with an immediate realization—there was nowhere to escape!
He raised his Zanpakuto high and swung it fiercely, unleashing a powerful sword pressure that instantly carved a gap through the rain of shuriken.
But when he tried to locate Shisui again, his opponent had already vanished without a trace.
Komamura remained on high alert, immediately slashing his blade to the side—only to cleave through an afterimage.
The next second, his vision seemed to blur—Shisui's figure multiplied in all directions, surrounding him with dozens of identical copies!
What…?!
Komamura's mind shook.
Without hesitation, he released a surge of reiatsu, his reiatsu bursting outward.
"Roar, Tenken!"
From seemingly nowhere, a massive black hand materialized, gripping an enormous tachi.
The sheer force behind it was unstoppable—it swept through the clones in an instant, obliterating them like fragile illusions.
All fakes?!
Komamura thought to himself, his senses sharpening.
Suddenly, one of the Shisui clones rushed toward him at incredible speed, prompting Komamura to swiftly raise his blade in defense.
Clang!
Steel clashed against steel, ringing through the battlefield.
This one's real!
Komamura felt certain.
He ignored the other incoming Shisuis, focusing entirely on the one in front of him.
However, just as he was about to command Tenken to attack—
A sudden, sharp pain shot through his back, shoulder, and thigh!
Slash!
The sensation of blades cutting into his flesh sent a jolt of agony through his body.
Blood splattered into the air.
Komamura's eyes widened in shock.
His stance wavered slightly—only to realize, in horror, that the Shisui he had locked blades with had already faded into an afterimage.
The wounds weren't severe, and since his opponent hadn't pressed the attack, Komamura had a brief moment to breathe.
With a powerful swing of his massive blade, he cleared space and retreated to a safer position.
So, he's starting to use these troublesome techniques…
Komamura thought to himself, his grip tightening around his Zanpakuto.
"Is Captain Komamura unharmed?"
Shisui asked with a bright, sunny smile, his expression full of warmth and sincerity.
The sight of it made quite a few female officers in the audience blush.
Handsome, young, incredibly strong, and even kind…
Many were already captivated.
Even Mei, seated among the Ten Crown Guards, found herself gazing at Shisui in admiration.
If he were just a few years older, I would absolutely make him mine.
As soon as the thought crossed her mind, she instinctively glanced toward the emperor seated at the head of the gathering, her expression briefly complicated.
Meanwhile, Komamura's expression remained firm.
"You underestimate me, sir."
His deep, steady voice carried no trace of amusement.
With his imposing frame standing tall, he pointed his blade directly at Shisui, ready to continue the fight.
"You may use all your techniques at once—I will take them all head-on."
Komamura truly saw this exchange as a friendly spar between both sides.
Though they all spoke of victory and defeat being unimportant, in the end, he was still representing Soul Society, Seireitei, and the Shinigami.
Shisui smiled. "It seems Captain Komamura doesn't enjoy this kind of battle style."
Komamura, however, responded firmly, "A battle is a battle—why should the methods matter? If you can defeat me, that simply means you are stronger."
With that, he took his stance and let out a deep roar: "Tengen!"
The massive arm wielding a blade came crashing down toward Shisui.
Just from the sheer scale of the attack, it was clear—this was not something that could be blocked head-on.
But just as Komamura struck, he suddenly felt his vision blur—Shisui's speed had increased by an entire level!
His eyes now glowed an eerie crimson.
Boom!
A surge of powerful chakra exploded around Komamura.
He raised a hand and unleashed a palm strike, but it only shattered an afterimage.
Clink!
Something fell to the ground—it was Komamura's shoulder armor, bearing a fresh cut.
Komamura stood frozen for a moment, tightening his grip on his fist and blade.
Hidden beneath his iron mask, his expression remained unreadable.
He hadn't blocked it.
He hadn't dodged it.
Shisui had plenty of options for where to strike.
Even if the attack wasn't fatal, it would have left a wound.
"It seems... I have been underestimated."
Komamura spoke in a deep voice, his gaze locked firmly onto the young figure in the distance through his iron mask.
Shisui replied calmly, "Captain Komamura, you misunderstand. This is just a friendly match, not a life-or-death battle. The purpose of this exchange is to foster understanding between ninjas and Shinigami—there's no need for injuries, is there?"
A brief silence followed before Komamura spoke again, "You are right. However, if you were to leave a few wounds on me, I would be happier."
Shisui's eyes flickered slightly.
He realized that by holding back, he might have unintentionally provoked Komamura.
These captains... their pride really was something else.
Swoosh!
Komamura suddenly raised his blade horizontally, pressing his other hand against his arm.
"It seems I will be the first to unleash Bankai in this exchange. I wonder if that is an honor... or a disgrace."
Bankai...
Shisui's eyes sharpened.
Before coming here, he had studied the basics—he knew that a Zanpakuto's ultimate release, Bankai, was a high-level technique usually only mastered by captain-class Shinigami.
Once activated, it would drastically enhance the wielder's power, making them incomparable to their previous state.
It wasn't just him—everyone present, whether Shinigami or ninja, tensed up, eyes fixed unblinkingly on the battlefield.
For the ninjas, this would be their first time witnessing a Bankai.
And even for the Shinigami, seeing a captain unleash their Bankai was a rare sight—no one wanted to miss this moment.
"Bankai—"
Komamura Sajin let out a thunderous roar, his reiatsu surging to its peak.
The sheer intensity was terrifying.
Unlike the previous captains, none of whom had used Bankai, this display of overwhelming power left many seated Shinigami looking visibly strained and uncomfortable.
Rumble—!
The ground trembled as a colossal shadow slowly rose behind Komamura.
A towering black-armored warrior emerged, wielding a massive blade.
Its sheer presence seemed to blot out the sky, exuding an awe-inspiring and terrifying aura.
"Kokujo Tengen Myo'o!"
Standing on the ground, Komamura swung his Zanpakuto, and in perfect synchronization, the black-armored warrior mirrored his exact movements.
Not far away, Shisui looked up at this towering figure, his gaze flickering with intrigue.
He muttered, "So this is... Captain Komamura's Bankai."
"That's right!" Komamura's deep voice responded.
But in the next moment, Shisui grinned and casually slid his short blade back into its sheath.
"In that case… I can't hold back either. I think it's time to show some of my real power."
As soon as his words fell, the patterns in his eyes shifted once more, transforming into a black four-pointed windmill—the signature shape of his Mangekyo Sharingan.
Vibrant green chakra flared to life around him, flickering like flames.
This energy rapidly took shape, forming a skeletal frame that encased Shisui's body.
Another giant warrior now stood in the center of the arena.
However, unlike the black-armored titan, this figure was distinctly more sinister—its glowing form exuded an eerie, menacing presence, resembling a demonic entity that had crawled out from the depths of hell itself.
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