Chapter 211
“Kaelith, be cautious—observe his ability first!”
Seeing that he couldn’t out-rush the reckless one, Aizen warned him.
“Relax, I’m great at improvisation!”
With that, Kaelith flashed a grin and spread his arms wide.
Shadow Power, infuse my body!
He blurred forward, appearing before Senzo Tsunayashiro. The fist at his waist burst forth—
“Double Sōkotsu!”
Boom!
A shockwave—seemingly stretching on forever—swallowed Senzo in its path. Buildings shattered, the desert sands roiled. Kaelith bared a fierce smile, peering ahead.
How was that old codger holding up?
Within the warped air, Senzo’s figure reappeared. The elder Shinigami’s face was icy. Though Kaelith’s blow had punched holes in his protective Reiatsu layer and left him with several fresh wounds, he showed no fury.
Kaelith let out a mocking snort.
“While you’re wounded, I’ll finish you off… Old man, ti to drop that loot!”
“Break them—Rixiang Jimie!”
Whoosh!
Twin blades licked with blue fire streaked in from both sides, chains rattling behind. At the sa mont, Kaelith commanded a shadow clone to thrust a sword at Senzo’s back.
He was attacking on all fronts—no matter how cunning the prey, he’d force him to drink defeat.
But then Kaelith’s vision wavered.
Not far away, Senzo hovered in midair, silent. Kaelith himself stood empty-handed: his Zanpakutō was still at his waist, and the shadow clone remained hidden within him, ready to coordinate another double strike.
Kaelith blinked.
“…Huh?”
Sothing felt off about this scene.
“Kaelith, be careful—figure out his ability,” Aizen reminded.
“O-Okay…”
Startled, Kaelith nodded. With a low chuckle, he dashed toward Senzo once again.
Shadow Power, infuse my body!
He raised a fist high, poised to unleash a shining Double Sōkotsu on Senzo. But halfway into the strike, Senzo abruptly drew his blade.
Slash!
A blade glinting with cold steel carved a wide arc. Blood spattered from Kaelith’s arm.
“Huh?”
Kaelith stared at the wound on his arm, slightly puzzled. The speed of his punch was phenonal, giving little ti for a counter. Usually, opponents wouldn’t target his striking arm so precisely.
“Not bad, old man. You’ve got an eye for openings.”
Senzo snorted.
“I’ve seen that move from you five tis now.”
“Five tis?” Kaelith tilted his head.
While he pondered, Senzo slipped aside with a sudden Shunpo.
In the spot he’d just vacated, a Kurohitsugi shot up, trapping only empty air.
Noticing Aizen appear at Kaelith’s side, Senzo’s eyes flickered with disdain.
That innocent-looking kid was unbelievably vicious. Kaelith was easy to read, but “Sōsuke” was a different story—no pattern at all. If there was any pattern, it was that he always struck right when you least expected, often with Kurohitsugi.
Having dodged Aizen’s attack, Senzo felt confident. The intel he’d gathered was more or less complete. Ti to start his real assault—
Just as he thought this, he saw Kaelith charging back in.
“Fool! I’ve seen through your every move, and you’ve already hurt one arm. What can you possibly do now?!”
He raised his Zanpakutō, ready to take the brash youth’s head.
In that instant, Kaelith’s form flickered. For the briefest mont, Senzo saw none other than Yamamoto Shigekuni in front of him—wild white whiskers whipping about, rippling scars etched across bulging old muscles.
“Yamamoto?! Impossible… how could you—!”
He managed only that shout before the figure turned back into Kaelith.
“?!”
While Senzo stood aghast, Kaelith burst out laughing and slamd another punch his way.
Again, it was Double Sōkotsu—only this ti, Senzo forgot to maintain his Reiatsu guard, rattled by the vision he’d just seen. Kaelith’s blow tore straight through his protective aura, hamring into his chest.
At the last second, Senzo twisted aside, narrowly avoiding a fatal strike.
Boom!
The devastating punch, brimming with explosive power, connected with Senzo’s torso. A shimring blue shockwave erupted from his back like a trailing cot. Senzo nearly blacked out, regaining his senses a heartbeat later. Feeling a stab of dread, he hastily reactivated his Zanpakutō’s ability—
“Kaelith,” Aizen cautioned again, “stay alert—study his power first.”
Kaelith nodded. “Got it!”
Yet no sooner had he spoken than he grimaced and halted his forward rush.
“What’s wrong?”
Seeing Kaelith’s expression, Aizen assud sothing was amiss.
Kaelith straightened up and scratched his head.
“Strangely, I feel tired. We’ve only just started fighting, so why do I feel drained?”
Aizen raised a brow.
If anyone else said it, he might dismiss it as nerves.
But Kaelith had uncanny instincts; he could be onto sothing.
Aizen’s gaze shifted to Senzo Tsunayashiro. The old Shinigami wore a dark, unreadable look, eyes locked not on Kaelith, but on Aizen’s Zanpakutō. No previous foe had ever stared so intently at his blade.
Suddenly, Kaelith’s eyes lit up in realization.
“So that’s it. I get it now—this must be his Zanpakutō ability!”
Hearing those words, Senzo’s pupils shrank. Even Aizen glanced at Kaelith in surprise.
Under their scrutiny, Kaelith gave a mocking laugh.
“Senzo Tsunayashiro, your power is to drain the stamina of anyone who sees your Zanpakutō, right?!”
Senzo fell silent.
Aizen exhaled, resting a hand to his forehead. Then he drew his blade and aid it at Senzo.
“Kaelith, hit him with your strongest technique.”
Kaelith blinked, then grinned.
“No problem. Leave it to !”
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