"Secret Hadō Number Three: Iron Wind Kill."
In the next moment, powerful spiritual pressure surged from Yuta's hand and manifested into the shape of a golden dragon's head. With one downward sweep of his palm, the dragon released a golden hurricane of spiritual energy that rushed toward Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni at lightning speed.
It wasn't just fast-it arrived before anyone could process it. Even Sōsuke Aizen hadn't anticipated it.
He had assumed Yuta would rely on higher-level Kidō techniques, but not this-a Secret Kidō. Techniques of that level were taught only to members of the Zero Division. Secret Kidō operated independently from the general Kidō system and diverged in spell composition and spirit flow. Each one held unique properties and destructive potential directly tied to the user's spiritual pressure.
Yamamoto Genryūsai had not expected Yuta to both know of and successfully cast one.
Chojiro's eyes widened in disbelief. The idea that someone like Yuta-a student-could perform Kidō mastered only by the Zero Division was unimaginable. Questions piled up. Had Yuta already made contact with the Royal Guard?
As the golden hurricane roared forward, Yamamoto's spiritual pressure shattered under its force like glass. In the next breath, Yuta arrived before him, his finger aimed at Yamamoto's wooden blade, ready to cut and leave.
To bystanders, Yamamoto had no chance to react. It seemed already too late. And then-
With precision, Yamamoto hurled his wooden sword into the air. It ascended to its peak and hovered momentarily before beginning its descent. In that fleeting gap, Yamamoto moved barehanded to meet Yuta directly.
"Tch. Boy... do you want to fight after casting that?" Yamamoto's calm demeanor broke only slightly, his tone low and grounded. If battle was what Yuta sought, Yamamoto would oblige-fully.
Though aged, Yamamoto had long mastered every fundamental combat skill of the Shinigami: Zanjutsu, Hakuda, Hohō, and Kidō. He stood atop history as one of its pillars and embodied the peak of what it was to be Shinigami.
With steel-hard fists, he struck at Yuta directly. Yuta answered with one of his own.
Their fists collided in midair with the sound of iron striking iron-a forceful burst followed by intense wind pressure shredded the sleeves of both combatants. The impact laid bare Yamamoto's densely muscled frame, its evidence of countless battles. Yuta's slimmer form countered with finely controlled explosive power.
In pure physical strength, Yuta fell behind. Punching Yamamoto was like slamming into tempered steel. Nevertheless, they exchanged strikes relentlessly-fists, elbows, knees-hundreds of clashes within moments.
To Yamamoto's surprise, the longer they fought, the faster Yuta adapted. What began as novice-level reactions quickly shifted. With each exchange, Yuta's fighting improved-not slightly, but drastically, approaching Yamamoto's level in mere minutes.
Yamamoto's mind tightened around the realization: Yuta had been underestimated. He wasn't just talented-his comprehension rose unnaturally fast, as if unlocking his potential in the flow of battle itself.
Their final clash ended with them stepping away from each other simultaneously. Between them, the wooden sword returned to earth and embedded itself in the ground.
"Boy, don't underestimate me just because I'm old," Yamamoto cautioned, his tone even but firm. "Use your full strength."
"Who dares treat you like any ordinary old man?" Yuta replied plainly.
Yamamoto frowned slightly. "How is your level rising this fast when you were missing so many basics moments ago?"
Yuta shrugged, speaking almost carelessly. "I guess I have some talent to spare."
Yamamoto's eye narrowed, the corner of his mouth stiffening slightly. Some talent? To him, Yuta's progress was not simply impressive-it was almost unnatural.
From afar, even Aizen couldn't mask his surprise. Yuta had just matched Yamamoto's level in Hakuda. It no longer seemed that Yuta lacked training earlier-maybe he was simply hiding his development. The rate of growth was beyond expectation.
As they stood apart, neither made the next move right away.
From Yamamoto's point of view, Yuta's stance looked full of gaps. Yet observing closely, those openings were unstable-appearing only because Yuta permitted them. Every flaw was deceptive.
Yuta scratched his chin absentmindedly. At that moment, Yamamoto moved forward without warning and aimed his fist at Yuta's exposed right shoulder.
"Boy, you're too trusting."
"Oh? Is that so?"
Yuta's posture shifted instantly. Within the space of heartbeats, he transitioned from complete ease into precise motion, intercepting Yamamoto's strike. At that same moment, Yuta drove his own fist forward-once, then again and again in rapid bursts within minimal distance. Dozens of punches struck within seconds, each compressed with enough force to rupture bone and muscle on impact.
Yamamoto's eyes narrowed. "What kind of move is this?"
There was no known Hakuda form in Soul Society that emphasized this frequency of rapid fire strikes in close range-certainly none that could carry this level of force per blow.
Yamamoto's chest tightened-not with pain, but with sudden clarity. A spark he hadn't felt in years stirred deep within him.
"This is called Wing Chun," Yuta explained with collected ease.
"You created it?"
"No. It's from my hometown."
Yamamoto's eyes narrowed again. "Your hometown? What kind of martial art could come from somewhere like the 80th District of Rukongai?"
Modern youth, it seemed, were far too humble-or too bold.
"It's good for young people to know when to advance or retreat," Yamamoto said firmly. "Just don't lose your fighting spirit."
Yuta exhaled through his nose and said nothing further. There was no convincing anyone today.
Even Aizen, watching from the side, found himself at a loss. Yuta's Hakuda skill had remained unknown until now. Yet it wasn't mere skill that left impressions-this was instinctual mastery unfolding in combat.
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