nownovels Chapter 277 ⥤ The Reassuring Hashirama Senju
Chapter 277 ⥤ The Reassuring Hashirama Senju
Chapter 277 - 277 ⥤ The Reassuring Hashirama SenjuWhen Yhwach heard "Special War Powers", his expression froze. Though he couldn't explain why, the phrase had an oddly pleasant ring to it.
This child really suits my taste, he thought. When he's defeated, I'll Auswählen him immediately — that way, he'll be spared much suffering.
At this thought, Yhwach's expression softened considerably.
"In my humble opinion, Special War Powers are unpredictable variables beyond our control that could influence the course of the war. If we don't keep these individuals in check, we may face consequences none of us wish to see."
Following Aizen's prepared script, Akira projected himself as a reassuringly reliable figure.
"The first is the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13 and the Empire's greatest enemy, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto! I hardly need to explain his designation as a Special War Power — the war a thousand years ago failed largely because of that old man."
His words stirred unpleasant memories for Yhwach, and his expression soured.
"The second is Kenpachi Zaraki of the Eleventh Division. He excels at fighting under any conditions, maintaining intense combat power and fighting spirit consistently. Such is his ferocity that he would dare strike even Your Majesty Yhwach twice."
Beside him, Jugram slightly furrowed his brow.
He couldn't be certain, but he felt he'd seen this kind of description somewhere before.
"The third is the Lieutenant of the 11th Division, Kisuke Urahara. With his exceptional scientific expertise, he possesses countless methods to resolve any difficulties he encounters. No obstacle proves too great for him. According to my observations, he's also highly skilled with official documents, though his work efficiency remains his only weakness."
The Knights nodded in agreement — the Wandenreich had similar talents.
First among them was Lord Madara Uchiha, whose Schrift was { R }, the Reiatsu. Since establishing the Quincy Re
But everything changed when Hashirama arrived. From him, Meninas experienced genuine respect, care, and most importantly, equal treatment. In his eyes, all Quincy stood as equals.
In his words: fairness, fairness, and more fairness.
Such a person was far more worthy of following than Yhwach!
Covered in dust, Bazz-B stumbled back from the ruins, immediately declaring he wanted another match with Meninas. He hadn't been prepared earlier — otherwise, the outcome would have been uncertain.
"No rush." Akira shook his head, "Your task today is Knight evaluation. There are others waiting to join."
Bazz-B was taken aback, "Who else?"
"It's me, Lord Bazzard Black." An elegant man with dual-colored gold and pink hair stepped out from the crowd, giving a slight bow, "You'd better not underestimate me."
Looking at Szayelaporro in his researcher's uniform, Bazz-B was stunned.
"Arrancar can join the Sternritter too?"
Akira spread his hands, "Why not? Yhwach never specified race restrictions."
Hearing this, Bazz-B took a deep breath, instantly growing serious as flames burned in his eyes.
"Come then, Lord Szayelaporro Granz. Let me see what you're made of!"
Akira: "?"
Where did he learn such nonsense — you can't just size people up like that!
With the roar of flames, two figures wreathed in wild Reiatsu crashed violently together, like asteroids colliding.
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After several days of busy work, Akira added three powerful warriors to the Sternritter.
Meninas McCallon, Szayelaporro Granz, and Ulquiorra Cifer.
Once Yhwach distributed their Schrifts, they could officially become members of the Sternritter.
Now, except for a few die-hard followers of Yhwach, everyone else in the Sternritter had pledged loyalty to him with frighteningly high devotion — no less than the Lanza or the Seated Officers of the 11th Division.
Everything was ready, just waiting for the right moment. Akira chuckled, already getting impatient to start the war.
"Akira, the Schutzstaffel still needs two more members, right?" In the Q.R.D.I, Aizen asked calmly.
"Yeah, I was thinking about bringing in Szayelaporro to fill the numbers." Akira replied carelessly.
"Save a spot for me."
"...? You want to become a member of the Schutzstaffel?"
Aizen nodded and explained, "According to Yhwach's plan, the Schutzstaffel will accompany him to the Soul King Palace. For safety's sake, I believe it's better if I go along to keep watch."
His main concern was for a certain someone's safety — Yhwach's fate was just one side of the Soul King's story. Even Aizen couldn't discern the Soul King's true intentions from previous statements.
If that person got caught in someone's scheme, wouldn't the Soul King Palace become Akira's grave?
With his presence, at least the risk would decrease significantly.
Akira's mouth twitched, "That's fine. There's still one position left, Sōsuke. Any thoughts?"
Aizen pondered for a moment, then nodded, "What about... Urahara?"
At these words, Akira's eyes lit up.
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Boom—Boom—Boom!
In the 11th Division's largest training ground, two figures unleashed terrifying Reiatsu rarely seen in Soul Society, clashing like mortal enemies.
Akira removed his Captain's haori, tore open his Shihakushō to reveal perfectly toned muscles, and swung Kūkan Mukai. The blade, wrapped in black flames, stirred up fierce storms across the training ground.
Across from him, Genryūsai refused to yield. Each swing of Ryūjin Jakka made the surrounding air temperature spike dramatically. The moisture in the air rapidly evaporated, the effect reaching even the outside barracks.
The division members marveled at how terrifying the two were, while also noting how incredibly strong their Captain had become.
One step further and he might even surpass the Captain-Commander.
Violent flames crashed like waves as black and white blades clashed, unleashing surging, powerful forces.
This long-awaited clash of raw power made Genryūsai's blood boil. In all of Soul Society today, only Akira could push him to fight at full strength.
Though he suspected another scheme was brewing, for now he'd simply enjoy this exhilarating battle.
With that thought, he released even stronger Reiatsu, closed in, and swung his blade without hesitation, raising waves of intense flames.
"Bring it on!" Akira flashed a fierce grin, casually tossing aside his sword. His clenched fingers created sonic booms as he charged forward.
BOOM BOOM!!
The old and young warriors put everything else aside, fully immersing themselves in this hard-won, satisfying battle.
After what seemed like ages, the vast training ground lay in ruins, the destruction extending even to the surrounding barracks.
Among the rubble, two figures sat facing each other.
Genryūsai wiped sweat from his brow, glancing at the unruffled Akira, and said irritably:
"Out with it — what favor do you want from this old man?"
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