Bleach: Stir Up the Situation

"Swastika, residual fire sword."

The flames on the blade extinguished, leaving only a section of the knife that seemed to be burnt. It seemed that it could be broken with a light touch. It was hard to believe that this was the oldest Zanpakutō in the Seireitei and the strongest in the heat system. The swastika.

Yhwach did not dare to underestimate this. Thousands of years ago, he had seen the power of the residual fire sword. He sealed all the flames into the sword and once swung it, everything was over. This was the true face of the residual fire sword.

And to this day, he still remembers the figure of the young Yamamoto wielding the residual fire sword and bursting into infinite flames, like a god of fire wielding the blade.

As the flames extinguished and converged, Yamamoto seemed to turn into a pool of still water little by little. Looking at Yuhabach's slightly reminiscing eyes, he said softly as if talking to himself: "By the way, you were there thousands of years ago. Have you read this swastika once? Now continue to use your eyes to see if it is still consistent with your memory."

Yohabach suddenly felt unfamiliar with the old opponent in front of him. He suddenly felt a little dry in the mouth and couldn't help but swallow his saliva. Although the old man stood there quietly, he believed that the other party was just accumulating energy. A volcano always ready to erupt.

He was not the only one who felt this way. Ulucciorra, who was thousands of miles away, looked at his hands as if in a daze. Just now, he suddenly felt that the world he was in suddenly became dry.

He even clenched his fists in disbelief, feeling that the blood in his body was becoming hot and about to evaporate.

Opposite him, Aangdu looked at the ice wings gradually melting on his body with the same confusion. It was the swastika he took from Hitsugaya, but it was disappearing without his control at this moment.

No, he could feel that he still maintained control over Daiguren Hyōrinmaru, but some conditions had changed, making it no longer possible to use it.

"You're surprised, aren't you?" Hitsugaya covered the wound. His already pale lips now had a few small cracks due to dryness, but he didn't care.

"Seireitei, no, it should be said that the water in the entire Soul Society is disappearing little by little, and Hyōrinmaru cannot be used because of this."

Hitsugaya said with a smile, he was really happy. Because there is only one captain in the Seireitei who can achieve this level, and only the sword-like swastika can do it!

The captain has already taken action. Victory will definitely belong to the Gotei 13. After all, this is a power that can only be exerted by the gradual collapse of the entire world. They, no, the captain has no reason to lose!

Yes, the entire Soul Society is collapsing bit by bit because of the liberation of the residual fire sword, and although the volcano that can destroy a world is still silent, no one is afraid of what kind of disaster it will be when it erupts. .

And Yohabach was the first person to face the volcano, and it could also be said that he was the only one. He didn't know whether he didn't dare or it was not necessary. He just waited quietly for the other party to erupt.

Time seems to have become extremely long in his eyes, but in fact, its pace is as hasty as ever.

Yamamoto suddenly moved and appeared in front of Yhwach in the blink of an eye. The blackened knife in his hand swept away. If there were any bystanders present, they would definitely find the scene a bit funny.

But Yhwach, who was in the midst of a battle, was not slacking off at all. He had been waiting almost all for this moment!

It seemed easy, but in fact he jumped back as fast as possible, and there were faint lines on his body. He was ready to be baptized by the flames like the stormy waves.

However, the flames he imagined did not appear. The knife in Yamamoto's hand was raised high, but it only stopped there.

There were no flames like violent winds and waves, and no other strange things happened. Could it be that the opponent's sword was empty?

No, Yhwach noticed the cut on his robe. The knife just now definitely hit him, but it didn't release the flames like it did a thousand years ago.

what happened? Has his interpretation of swastika really changed compared to a thousand years ago?

Although this answer is obvious, Yhwach is a little bit confused.

I dare to confirm that with the deepening of practice, the power of Swastika can increase.

But it was originally a sword of fire that wiped out everything it touched with explosive flames. Can it really change fundamentally?

Although this issue is worth pondering, it is not the most urgent issue that needs to be resolved right now.

Yhwach's red eyes stared closely at the blackened knife in Yamamoto's hand. At this moment, the most critical thing was undoubtedly to find out what this familiar residual fire sword had become after thousands of years of baptism!

He is not a god of death, but he knows one of the most basic truths, that is, there must be some connection between the original interpretation and the swastika interpretation of the death god's Zanpakutō.

The power of Ryūren Wakahuo is fire, so the power of its swastika must also be fire. This is something he is very sure of.

And now when being hit, the terrifying explosion of flames is not released as it was thousands of years ago, so where did the flames on the blade go?

Yhwach believed that as long as he understood this, the secret of the residual fire sword would be revealed to him again.

But there was no time for him to sit down and think carefully. Yamamoto came to him again with a quick step, even slightly faster than before.

His remaining right hand held up the residual fire sword, and then slashed it down without hesitation!

This time Yhwach just made a hasty move to avoid the familiar knife that now seemed strange to him.

The blade seemed to break at the touch and slashed onto the ground. In Yhwach's different eyes, the ground at his feet started from the blade and instantly opened a bottomless crack.

The two sides of the crack were as flat as if they were separated by a knife several hundred meters long, but the charred surface seemed to have become fragile after a long period of baking, but Yhwach was very sure that they had not gone through too much. After a long roasting, there was no flame even just now!

But thanks to this rare sight, he instantly figured out the question in his mind, that is, where did those flames go?

"Blade!"

"Smart!" Yamamoto seemed to know what Yhwach was thinking, and gave a positive reply. At the same time, he raised his hand and stabbed the opponent with a knife.

Yhwach leaned forward to avoid Yamamoto's stabbing knife. Without waiting to adjust his posture, he quickly took a few steps back to distance himself from Yamamoto.

Yamamoto seemed to have no intention of pursuing him again. He swung the knife in his hand and said without any emotion: "Remnant Fire Taito, Rising Sun Blade."

"Concentrate all the heat of my flames on the tip of the knife. It will neither burn nor release explosive flames. It will simply erase everything it touches without a trace."

"Of course this includes you, Yhwach!"

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