Chapter 265: Chapter 266: Nuclear Based Bankai
The golden arc of light...
Within the missile, spiritual pressure seemed to surge exponentially, splitting and expanding in an uncontrollable frenzy.
In that brief instant, Makoto seemed to glimpse the unyielding resolve of a girl who had poured all her might into a single, lethal blow.
Soi Fon, are you so confident in firing your Bankai: Jakuho Raikoben that you're sure this thing won't kill me?
At that moment, Makoto abruptly dropped to one knee, his hands plunging into the top of the colossal Buddha's head. Channeling a portion of his Perfect Spirit Body's Spiritual Particles flow into the giant Buddha, he roared a single command:
"Retreat!"
Yet, he didn't need to say it. The gathered captains had already realized the terrifying magnitude of the exponentially rising spiritual pressure within the Jakuho Raikoben missile.
A sense of foreboding swept through them—they could tell that the situation was spiraling out of control.
Although the training grounds were protected by kido barriers to prevent captain-level clashes from damaging the First Division headquarters, no one believed these barriers could withstand the destructive force of the Jakuho Raikoben.
Still, it was already too late for those outside the training grounds to react...
In the next instant, under Makoto's control, hundreds of massive Buddha palms surged towards the Jakuhō Raikōben, creating an immense, towering hand to suppress it.
Yet, the moment they collided...
A cataclysmic burst of light and heat erupted from the Jakuho Raikoben!
It was like… the sun itself.
The colossal Buddha palms that made contact with the extreme light and heat disintegrated almost instantly, leaving only a few reinforced by Makoto's Perfect Spirit Body barely intact.
Even so, blinding light and searing heat continued to escape through gaps in the Buddha palms, twisting the air as they passed.
The intense heat ignited the towering wooden Buddha itself, transforming what once seemed like a serene, compassionate deity into a raging inferno—a furious, burning Buddha.
Had Makoto been alone, he might have simply distanced himself from the searing light and heat.
But he wasn't the only one there. The still-motionless Gin remained on the training grounds, and more critically, Fon, who had drained herself completely to unleash her Bankai, was utterly defenseless.
Even though the launcher shielded her, there was no way she could survive the full detonation of Jakuho Raikoben at such close range.
What a fool!
Fon, this must be your first time using your Bankai. How could you make such a rookie mistake?!
This thought flashed through Makoto's mind as his gaze sharpened with unprecedented resolve. The hands of the Buddha, now fused with his zanpakutō – Shinro Bansho, gripped tightly.
In the blinding chaos of light and heat, Makoto whispered the release command.
"Manifest. Arrive. Transcend. the ultimate essence of all things, the origin of everything."
"Shinro Bansho!"
In that instant, as Makoto's zanpakutō fully merged with his body, the ability to manipulate spiritual particles surged to its limit.
Spirtual Particles—the fundamental essence of everything in the Soul Society.
Only through the progressive refinement of his Perfect Spirit Body could Makoto clearly perceive a shift:
Control... it was no longer limited to just manipulating lesser entities.
Once an ordinary spiritual body, his mastery had grown step by step, edging closer to a dominion over spiritual particles itself, as if becoming its sovereign—wielding the authority of a king.
If his Perfect Spirit Body were ever fully realized, perhaps the true power of Shinro Bansho would finally reveal itself.
Even though Makoto was still far from achieving complete mastery, his current control over spiritual particles far surpassed anything from before.
Countless spiritual particles surged into the Buddha, its size visibly expanding at an astonishing rate. Dozens of additional giant arms sprouted from the Buddha's back.
In the next moment, countless Buddha palms swarmed towards the blazing core of light and heat, desperately sealing the leaks.
"Subdue it!"
To the gathered Shinigami of the Seireitei, it seemed as if the Buddha's countless hands were cradling a miniature sun.
However, Jakuho Raikoben's explosion wasn't a typical detonation—it resembled a nuclear reaction, exponentially growing more destructive even within the confined space.
Did Fon actually base her Bankai on the principles of nuclear detonation for an ultimate one-hit kill?
Makoto couldn't help but find it absurd, but he had no time to ponder further. He shifted strategies, forcing the Buddha's hundred palms to redirect the surging light and heat upward.
"Boom!"
The training grounds' kido barriers shattered almost instantly as the Buddha's palms shoved the deadly explosion skyward.
At that moment, above the Seireitei...
The blinding light and heat erupted in full force.
"Boom!!!"
A second sun rose.
A violent shockwave rippled outward in a ring, sweeping across the entire Seireitei.
The dome-shaped protective barrier over the Seireitei, the Shakonmaku, shattered as a massive hole was blown open above the First Division.
But this was just the beginning of the aftermath.
Directly beneath the nuclear blast, the training grounds were ravaged. Winds akin to a typhoon's fiercest gusts tore through, while the searing heat destroyed everything in sight.
Fon, completely drained of spiritual energy, stared at the devastation, her breathing faltering as she realized the peril of her situation.
Though captain-class spiritual bodies weren't easily destroyed, such overwhelming residual forces posed a dire threat.
Yet...
She couldn't move.
After using her Bankai, Fon could no longer feel her body, let alone attempt to evade.
At that moment, a familiar figure stood protectively before her.
"This is unbelievable. Are you an idiot?!"
Though his words were scolding, to Fon, the warmth and gentleness in Makoto's voice felt like solace.
Realizing the trouble her Bankai had caused him, Fon, filled with guilt and exhaustion, managed to stammer an apology.
"S-sorry, Makoto… I… this was my first time..."
As the storm raged, Makoto's hair whipped wildly in the wind. Yet, to Fon, who was shielded behind him, there was only a sense of peace and safety.
That same warm, steady voice reached her ears, unwavering despite the chaos.
"It's alright..."
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