"Nanaya is right, Captain," Jūshirō Ukitake said seriously. "You were too careless. You should've been better prepared, especially knowing the enemy was Aizen."
"That's right, Captain," added Hitsugaya Tōshirō. "If Nanaya hadn't been here today, we might all be dead. You really need to change your ways..."
"You stubborn old man!" Hiyori snapped. "Not only did you ignore Nanaya's warning, you even blamed him for no reason. You better apologize right now!"
One after another, the Shinigami spoke up—Ukitake, Hitsugaya, Hiyori, and others—each voicing their frustration.
To them, Yamamoto's carelessness had nearly cost them everything. Nanaya had to clean up the mess and save them all.
Just imagine—if Yamamoto hadn't been injured and had teamed up with Nanaya, they might have been able to defeat both Aizen Sōsuke and Yhwach.
The veins on Yamamoto's forehead twitched with anger.
He wanted to shout back that he was badly injured right now—otherwise, he would've taught them all a lesson on the spot.
"Captain..." a weak voice suddenly called out.
Yamamoto turned sharply, clearly still furious.
"Who else wants to say I'm wrong!?"
There was a pause.
Then, Kyoraku Shunsui—still floating in the air, badly wounded and covered in blood—waved a hand weakly and muttered:
"Uh... could someone maybe heal me first?"
The fight had ended several minutes ago, yet no one had used Kaidō on him.
At this rate, he wasn't going to die from an enemy—but from blood loss.
Yamamoto: "..."
"I-I'll heal you!" Inoue Orihime finally snapped out of it and rushed over, quickly summoning her Shun Shun Rikka healing shield.
"Thank you..." Kyoraku Shunsui looked at her with a grateful smile.
Humans really are the best.Not only could they turn the tide in battle—they could also patch you up afterward.
Unohana Retsu also approached. Without a word, she unsheathed her Zanpakutō, Minazuki, and summoned a huge, one-eyed manta ray-like creature.
Completely ignoring the protests of several captains and lieutenants, the creature swung its tail and scooped them all into its mouth.
No one could tell if it was saliva or stomach acid, but somehow, it healed them from the inside.
After examining Yamamoto's wounds, Unohana frowned.
"Captain, I can't treat your injuries," she said seriously. "Your entire arm was sliced off by Aizen. Unless we can find it, there's no way to regenerate it."
She then glanced at Orihime and added, "However... her ability might be able to restore it."
After spending time with Inoue Orihime, Unohana had come to understand just how terrifying her powers really were.
She could "reject" events—literally undo damage or outcomes. That kind of ability went beyond the laws of even the gods.
If Orihime had a more aggressive personality, and trained harder, she'd be even stronger than Sado Yasutora.
Even as she was now, her healing ability wasn't just restoration—it was practically creation from nothing.
But Yamamoto didn't even hesitate. He glanced at Orihime and rejected the idea flatly:
"No. Even with only one arm, my strength will not be affected."
Although he had grown to respect humans after Nanaya saved him, he still wasn't comfortable accepting their help.
"I can tell," Nanaya said sarcastically, giving him a sideways look. "One arm down, and you're still full of pride."
In his past life, when Nanaya had watched BLEACH as an anime, he never quite understood Yamamoto.
He was a good person—but unbelievably stubborn.
Even knowing Orihime's powers, he still refused to let her heal him.
During the Thousand-Year Blood War, Yamamoto was killed by Yhwach. And that missing arm? It was definitely part of the reason.
After all, one arm isn't better than two.
The irony? He had trained Zaraki Kenpachi in two-handed swordsmanship—and always said two hands are stronger than one.
Yamamoto just snorted coldly and turned away, heading back toward the Seireitei.
"...Honestly," Nanaya muttered with a sigh.
Qiye pouted and impatiently reached out his hand toward Yamamoto.
"This is why I hate old men like you," he muttered. "Can't you just change that stubborn attitude when someone's being kind to you!?"
"Wood Style: Vajra Palm!"
Suddenly, a massive hand made of gnarled, dead-looking wood burst out of the ground—like a giant's arm—and grabbed Yamamoto's body with ease.
"Brat! What are you doing!?" Yamamoto growled, spinning around in fury.
Qiye just laughed, sneering, "Heh!"
Ignoring his protests, he placed a hand on Yamamoto's shoulder and said:
"Hungry Kidō!"
With the Rinnegan's evolution, Qiye's Six Paths techniques had become far more powerful—and this one showed its terrifying strength instantly.
Within seconds, all of the spiritual energy Yamamoto had just recovered was drained away completely.
"Alright, Inoue, forget about that lazy guy. Toss him into the giant ray's mouth and treat this grumpy old man."
Qiye glanced over at Orihime.
"Oh, okay!" she responded cheerfully.
Following his instructions, she guided her fairies and gently threw Kyoraku Shunsui—who still looked half-stunned—into the mouth of the one-eyed manta ray.
"Wait—what the—!?"
Kyoraku Shunsui wanted to curse, but before he could get the words out, he was swallowed whole.
Inside the manta ray's mouth, he immediately bumped into the other Shinigami who were already getting treated.
"…"
Shunsui shed a tear of quiet frustration.
"This kid… you dare!?" Yamamoto's eyes flared with rage. He turned to the other Shinigami and growled:
"What are you all standing there for!? Help me already! I don't need healing from that human girl!"
"Uh…"
The Shinigami he glared at all shifted uncomfortably.
Some looked up at the sky, others stared awkwardly at the ground.
"This sky sure is… blue."
"Yeah. And the ground is… pretty solid."
Yamamoto: "…"
"Three Sacred Shield: I Reject!"
In front of Orihime, a golden triangular shield lit up—and she directed it toward Yamamoto's missing arm.
Within seconds, his shattered and severed limb began to regrow—restored as if it had never been injured at all.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk… What kind of face is that?" Qiye teased as he circled Yamamoto, clearly enjoying himself. "That look of shame… If someone walked in right now, they'd think Kyoraku Shunsui did something indecent to you."
Yamamoto was fuming. His eyes practically shot fire as he glared at Qiye through gritted teeth.
"You brat… just wait! Once I've recovered, I'm sparring with you first!"
He was determined to teach this mouthy kid a lesson.
Forget Aizen or Yhwach—this one was way more infuriating.
"Great! I've been waiting for this!" Qiye's eyes sparkled with excitement.
He had been worried that his strength was developing too fast for him to keep control. A match against Yamamoto? That was exactly what he needed.
Nothing helps refine power like a high-level battle.
"Alright then—now it's your turn," Qiye said, turning toward the remaining Arrancar and Menos Grande.
Though Hollows were fallen souls, the evolved Arrancar were different. Many had gained intelligence and even a sense of morality.
Take Nel, for example—gentle and kind-hearted.
Or Tier Harribel—calm and composed, with no hatred for the Shinigami.
The Arrancar present were all survivors of the brutal battle, and while powerful, none of them were excessively violent or cruel.
Like Coyote Starrk.
Despite being Espada No. 1, he was so laid-back that even Kyoraku Shunsui looked energetic next to him.
If Shunsui hadn't insisted on a duel, Starrk probably would've just brewed tea and chatted about the art of slacking off.
Then there was Grimmjow—a total battle junkie, but with a decent heart.
He hadn't died in the original story either, which meant he was definitely worth keeping around.
Hearing Nanaya's words, Starrk gave a lazy nod and muttered:
"Yeah, yeah… I got it. I'll follow your lead."
"The new King of Hueco Mundo."
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