Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 417

Chapter 417: Chapter 417: The Unworthy Disciple

Bathed in the soft glow of starlight and moonlight, Masatsuki Aozaki stood quietly in place.

His presence was no longer as blinding as before, but now it radiated a calming light—one that people could look upon without fear.

"Captain Aozaki!"

"It really is Aozaki Kenpachi!"

"Captain Aozaki saved us—he truly is the strongest Shinigami!"

Cheers erupted from the crowd, their voices filled with admiration and heartfelt gratitude for Masatsuki Aozaki.

"This junior’s not bad... I guess I’ll begrudgingly acknowledge him,"

Chika Shihōin, Zanpakutō in hand, slowly walked over to Yamamoto and let out a long sigh of relief.

He still felt the urge to swing his blade at the old man, but for now, he managed to suppress it.

Yet before he could finish speaking, his instincts—sharpened through years of brutal combat—screamed out in warning.

Chika Shihōin instinctively shrank back, his face paling slightly.

"Looks like it’s all over. We dead folks should be heading back to Hell... I’ll go first."

With that, he raised his Zanpakutō, preparing to cut his own throat.

But in the next instant, an overwhelming pressure crashed down on him.

His body trembled violently, and his grip faltered—the Zanpakutō slipped from his hands and clattered to the ground.

Turning around, he saw Masatsuki Aozaki above, gazing down at him with a faint, unreadable smile.

It wasn’t just Chika Shihōin—every other Togabito and Jailor who hadn’t yet returned to Hell also felt the weight of a crushing force pressing down on them, like a mountain upon their backs.

There was no mistaking it. This was Reiatsu.

Shock spread across the faces of the first-generation captains.

Their own Reiatsu was already leagues above that of ordinary captains, and now, bolstered by the power of Hell, they had ascended to an even greater tier.

And yet... the young man in the sky was suppressing them all with sheer Reiatsu alone.

It was terrifying.

This wasn’t something any Shinigami should be capable of.

If the first-generation captains were monsters among Shinigami, then this young man—he was a monster among monsters.

"He’s reached such a level..."

Aizen furrowed his brows, glancing at Saizō Sakahone and Kinroku Izuhara, both of whom were gasping for breath.

The pressure radiating from Masatsuki Aozaki distorted the very space around him.

Even though that force wasn’t directed at him specifically, Aizen could see the impact it had on the others—the overwhelming power they had just displayed was now being completely suppressed.

From that alone, it was clear: Masatsuki Aozaki’s Reiatsu had reached a level far beyond imagination.

Aizen knew there was no comparison to be made.

And deep in his heart, an unfamiliar feeling began to rise—helplessness.

Aizen’s eyes were filled with shock and resignation as he muttered with a bitter smile,

"This guy’s potential... it’s far beyond mine."

He realized that Masatsuki Aozaki’s strength had completely exceeded his expectations—perhaps even surpassing his own dimension of power.

The gap was frustrating and bitter, yet it also stirred a sense of anticipation for Masatsuki’s future.

...

On the battlefield, everyone instinctively looked up at the sky.

Masatsuki Aozaki’s display was so miraculous that many questioned whether they were dreaming.

Even the squad members still locked in battle with the last wave of monstrous enemies—battered, bloodied, and barely staying upright—couldn’t help but glance toward the figure in the sky.

Yamamoto stood directly beneath Masatsuki, gazing up at the divine figure above him, his expression dazed.

He wondered silently,

"What the hell happened to this brat?"

That sacred aura felt so natural... it was like standing before the Soul King himself!

And why the hell does he have to shine so brightly?

My old eyes are killing me!

Wait a minute... is this punk doing all this just to show off?

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