To better distinguish them, the Zanpakutō spirit of the Silver Angel is called the White Zanpakutō spirit, while the Zanpakutō spirit of the Scarlet Angel is called the Red Zanpakutō spirit.
"How does it feel?" the Red Zanpakutō spirit asked, looking down.
Yamabuki felt the changes in his spiritual pressure. He knew he had gained the Bankai Zanpakutō spirit's recognition. From this moment on, he truly mastered Bankai.
"I feel my spiritual pressure has increased significantly," Yamabuki said, lightly clenching his fist. Now he finally had a trump card to fight against Yhwach.
The Red Zanpakutō spirit smiled: "That's not what I meant. I meant, are my thighs comfortable? How does it feel to lie on them?"
Ah! So that's what she meant!
Yamabuki reached out and pinched them, the pleasant sensation flowing through his fingertips. He never wanted to leave—he could live here forever!
To all those emperors who refused morning court sessions: I understand now. It turns out I was the ignorant one.
The White Zanpakutō spirit rushed over and pushed the Red Zanpakutō spirit away: "Stop it! We weren't born to satisfy his silly fantasies."
The Red Zanpakutō spirit looked at the White Zanpakutō spirit mockingly: "I am who I am. No one can dictate what I do. Spoiled brats aren't likable, you know!"
The two girls glared at each other, neither willing to back down. Yamabuki finally understood why the White Zanpakutō spirit had refused to grant him Bankai—these two simply couldn't get along!
"You two take your time arguing. I'm going out first! I'll come back when you're done!" Yamabuki seized the opportunity during their quarrel to make his escape.
In the mental world, the two girls stared at each other.
"This is all your fault!" the White Zanpakutō spirit said unhappily.
"What? This is clearly your fault! We were getting along just fine!" the Red Zanpakutō spirit retorted.
"So you want to fight?" the White Zanpakutō spirit challenged.
"Bring it on! You think I'm scared of you?"
"Reverse! Silver Angel!"
"The moment the flower blooms, the instant of beauty... Bankai! Scarlet Angel!"
...
Yamabuki opened his eyes to find Unohana standing before him.
"You seemed in pain earlier. Are you alright?" Unohana asked.
"It's nothing. Bankai training was a bit dangerous, but I'm fine now," Yamabuki replied, taking a deep breath. He was thrilled—he'd finally achieved the legendary Bankai. From today onward, he was truly a master.
Drawing his Zanpakutō, Yamabuki decided to test his Bankai's power. After all, in the mental world, the Red Zanpakutō spirit had thoroughly beaten him.
"The moment the flower blooms, the instant of beauty... Bankai! Scarlet Angel!"
The Zanpakutō in his hand split into two—a silver-white saber and a scarlet dagger—though his white shihakushō remained unchanged.
It would be amusing if Bankai transformed his uniform into the red-and-white dress worn by the Red Zanpakutō spirit. He'd go from Shinigami to magical girl!
"I'll punish you in the name of justice!"
Just thinking about it was embarrassing!
Yamabuki took a deep breath. The Scarlet Angel possessed multiple abilities demonstrated in the mental world:
Asura Three Worlds Cut: Attack the enemy from three points in time.
Crimson World: Stop time completely.
Time Erasure: Skip the process to reach the result directly.
Flow of Time: Freely control the passage of time.
It could even accelerate an enemy's decay millions of times over.
Each ability was incredibly powerful, but the one Yamabuki wanted most was...
With an impish grin, Yamabuki raised the Scarlet Angel. Like any normal boy, he'd certainly read plenty of time-stop stories.
What puzzled him was why some characters with only five-second time stops wanted to conquer the world, while others who could stop time indefinitely only thought about mischief.
Truly, ambition determines everything.
Yamabuki raised the Scarlet Angel.
Fake English: "The World."
Real Shout: "Za Warudo!!!" Time, stop flowing! Crimson World!!!"
At that moment, Yamabuki felt his middle-school cringe levels skyrocket—but he didn't care!
Instantly, the world was dyed crimson by the Scarlet Angel's power, and everything touched by that red hue froze completely.
Simultaneously, Yamabuki felt his body become like a broken vessel, his spiritual pressure draining uncontrollably.
Time had stopped, but within 0.01 seconds, the Crimson World shattered completely.
Yamabuki collapsed weakly. This ability... didn't just consume spiritual pressure—it was a bottomless pit!
His entire spiritual pressure reserve was exhausted in 0.01 seconds. How was this practical for combat?
Clearly, there were no shortcuts to power. He would need to train his spiritual pressure extensively to fully wield the Zanpakutō's true might.
Spiritual pressure alone didn't guarantee invincibility, but without it, victory was impossible!
It was like being given a Gundam that could travel the world freely—if only you had more than half a tank of gas. No matter how much you poured in, it never seemed enough.
No wonder Aizen had focused so much on spiritual pressure development.
Starting tomorrow, he would train relentlessly to increase his spiritual pressure!
While time-stop wasn't usable yet, what about other abilities?
After recovering some spiritual pressure, Yamabuki tested other abilities. He found that with his current reserves, he could only reliably use the Asura Three Worlds Cut and Flow of Time. The others demanded too much energy to activate.
Yamabuki had found his new goal. Intensive training would begin tomorrow.
The fastest path to strength was through battle—constant, relentless battle. He had the perfect plan: tomorrow, he'd go to Hueco Mundo.
Baraggan... you bullied me last time. This time, I won't go easy on you.
A wicked smile crossed Yamabuki's lips.
Just then, the underground training ground's entrance opened, and a figure descended. Yamabuki looked up—Chōjirō Sasakibe?
"Brother Yamabuki, do you have time? Could you help me train?" Chōjirō asked awkwardly. "I hate to bother you, but the captain mentioned a major war coming in six months. I want to grow stronger too. Do you think... I could learn Bankai from you?"
Of course Yamabuki wouldn't refuse—he'd been wanting a sparring partner!
Look at that—a free training dummy delivered right to his doorstep!
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