IDKjust
patreon
Chapter 328 B
🕑 Added 2025-04-24 15:05:01 +0000 UTCChapter 328
2-in-1 chapter:
----------------------
Hearing Kaelith’s words, Yamamoto was momentarily taken aback.
Then, as if recalling something, he suddenly turned to look at the Zanpakutō in Kaelith’s hand with a startled expression.
“You’ve mastered that?”
“That’s right. With my unparalleled genius, I’ve already figured it out!”
Yamamoto furrowed his brow slightly. “Are you sure it’s safe? That power originates from beyond this world. If there’s any rejection…”
“You still have the luxury to worry about that now?”
Kaelith grinned widely.
From his body, tendrils of spiritual pressure began to drift outward, rapidly building and surging upward.
In an instant, the force erupted.
“Bankai.”
“Happy Heaven—Kaelith’s Paradise!!"
A massive sea of shadow spread out from beneath Kaelith’s feet.
In the blink of an eye, it engulfed half the sky over Seireitei.
The sky, which had just been lit by the Hell Gate and Yamamoto’s firelight, was now consumed by utter darkness.
On the ground, the immense mouth of the abyss slowly began to widen, threatening to devour the world.
In the sky above, countless black shadows coalesced, forming another mouth.
One was a grayish-brown maw; the other, a black one. The two mouths slowly aligned, coming together.
Yamamoto hovered in the air, watching this scene unfold, feeling slightly overwhelmed.
What the hell… why does it look like they’re kissing?
Crack!!
Just as he was feeling exasperated, he suddenly saw blood burst from all over Kaelith’s body beside him.
“Young man!”
Yamamoto immediately rushed to his side, channeling Kaidōto heal him.
But the moment he started, he realized something was off.
Kaelith’s spiritual pressure was plummeting—like falling off a cliff.
Having already expended a huge portion of his energy earlier when breaking the chains of Katori Batsu’unsai and the others, his reserves were severely diminished.
Now, in order to neutralize the Gagaku Kairou, his energy was pouring out of him like a dam burst.
In just a few seconds, under Yamamoto’s watch, Kaelith’s spiritual pressure was nearing complete depletion.
And for a Shinigami, total depletion of spirit pressure was synonymous with death.
Realizing this, Yamamoto was thrown into a state of urgency.
But just as he was at a loss for what to do, Kaelith’s energy abruptly surged—skyrocketed—saturating every inch of him once more.
Facing the devouring force of the Gagaku Kairou, direct counterattacks were meaningless.
The only viable solution was to use the Bankai of Yingda, the shadow blade, to construct a new “world” for the Gagaku Kairou to consume instead.
In other words, at every moment, Kaelith was generating a new Zanpakutō from his own energy, transforming each one into a shadow world, and feeding it into the abyssal mouth.
The consumption was beyond comprehension. The complexity of the task had reached levels unimaginable to ordinary beings.
Though each time his spiritual pressure neared depletion it was temporarily restored by synchronized sharing from Aizen’s spiritual power via the system, the physical toll from this back-and-forth remained undiminished.
It was akin to forcing someone to be fed through a tube nonstop while simultaneously relieving themselves into a container beneath them, both processes running continuously—no breaks allowed.
No normal person could endure more than five minutes like that without collapsing.
That’s exactly the state Kaelith was in now: stuffed from above, drained from below.
Hearing Yamamoto’s voice, he shook his head and spoke weakly.
“I’m still holding on… but someone else might not be.”
“?”
Yamamoto’s expression became puzzled.
Kaelith took a deep breath.
He was already near his limit.
But for him, nearing the limit was never really a problem.
Whether it was training until his knuckles shattered, stretching shadows to their absolute tension, or sparring with Yamamoto under the torment of Ryūjin Jakka, he had danced along the edge of his limits countless times.
He was used to it.
The problem now was, his spiritual pressure was simply not enough.
No matter how deeply he drew from his cells or how much he inhaled from the atmosphere, it couldn’t keep up.
Fortunately, Aizen had been providing solid support—three breakthroughs in quick succession had bought him five minutes of stability.
But now, it seemed even Aizen had reached his limit.
What now?
Kaelith gritted his teeth.
Spiritual pressure wasn’t like a Spirit Bomb—it couldn’t be borrowed from others.
Aside from Aizen, there was no one who could recharge him.
If all else failed, he did have one last-resort idea.
If Rixiang Jimie could cut through Hell’s chains, then perhaps if he were to die now, Yamamoto could quickly send him into Hell to resurrect, and once revived, he could sever his own chains again—effectively returning at full strength and reactivate Bankai.
Such a genius plan—who else but someone with his legendary intellect could think of it?
Kaelith was convinced: as long as he moved fast enough, he could break out of Hell before it took over his will.
With that, he turned to Yamamoto.
“Sensei, if I die in a moment, make sure to send me into Hell right away.”
“?”
Hearing this absurd request, Yamamoto’s eyes widened in disbelief.
He probed Kaelith’s condition again and found that something truly was off.
Kaelith’s energy had indeed reached the edge of exhaustion.
This time, the usual recovery didn’t come to his rescue.
Yamamoto panicked a little, his heart skipping a beat.
“There’s no time to explain. In short, I’m about to drain myself dry and collapse from spiritual depletion.”
“When that happens, you must send my spirit particles to Hell at once!”
“Only in this way can I—what the—?!”
Kaelith was still explaining when suddenly, he felt a strange sensation within his body.
In his ear, the familiar system alert chimed:
*[Detected that bound target “Aizen Sōsuke” has increased in power. Synchronizing cultivation progress… Synchronization complete!]*
Kaelith’s spiritual pressure surged at an unbelievable rate. In just a few seconds, he returned to his peak—and even surpassed it.
Yamamoto’s eyes went wide. He watched in shock as his disciple’s energy, which had almost entirely vanished, suddenly returned to full force, reaching peak First-Class spiritual might.
What was happening?
Was he caught in an illusion?
Before he could process it, Kaelith’s spiritual pressure started crashing again.
In the Eighth Division’s technical bureau, inside the lab, Aizen sat cross-legged, a deep frown on his brow.
Sensing Kaelith’s instability, he didn’t hesitate to begin rapidly absorbing reishi from the air, pushing himself to break through.
Sure enough, as he crossed a minor bottleneck, Kaelith’s pressure bounced back.
Though Aizen didn’t understand how this synchronization worked, this was the only way to support him now.
Feeling Kaelith stabilize again, Aizen exhaled and prepared to stand.
Just then, to his disbelief, Kaelith’s energy plummeted once more.
What was this guy doing?!
Aizen was furious. He wanted to beat this fool senseless.
But there was no time for that now.
Grabbing his personal grudge notebook, he jotted down another mark under Kaelith’s name, then sat down again and resumed pushing his limits.
Back in Seireitei, countless Shinigami stared in shock at the sight before them.
Just moments ago, the massive mouth had almost closed completely, ready to consume them.
Everyone had been fleeing for their lives, desperate to escape the abyss’s reach.
That bone-deep cold and terror—none of them would ever forget it.
But at the last moment, the sea of shadows from the sky had forcefully propped open the massive mouth, halting its devouring process.
Standing atop the shadowed outline of the abyssal maw, the Shinigami all looked up.
There, on the sea of darkness, Kaelith stood silently.
From his body, black shadows continued to spread, pouring into the abyss below.
“Captain Kaelith!”
“It’s Captain Kaelith!!”
“Captain Kaelith stopped the mouth!!”
“As expected of Captain Kaelith!!”
In the Eleventh Division’s territory, Kenpachi Zaraki had been slashing at the ground dozens of times, but the attacks only churned up dirt—completely ineffective against the phantom maw.
“Vice-Captain! Big Brother stopped that thing… now’s your chance to get out of the devouring zone!”
Several squad members ran over, shouting urgently.
“Che.”
Kenpachi looked displeased.
This was his first time encountering an opponent that couldn’t be cut.
He hated it.
Looking up at the figure in the sky, he had to admit—if anyone was invincible right now, it was Big Brother.
Still, one day, he would surpass him and make Big Brother taste his fists! Thinking of that day, Kenpachi broke into a baby-like grin.
Then, he suddenly frowned.
Big Brother’s spiritual pressure… felt strange.
Across the battlefield, many were raising their heads, drawn to the sky. Kaelith’s roller-coaster-like spiritual pressure had everyone questioning if they were hallucinating.
Even those wounded in battle and still fighting the damned couldn’t help but spare a glance upward.
Standing beside Kaelith, Yamamoto wore a blank expression, inwardly speechless.
This damn disciple of his—what the hell was going on?
His energy dipped and surged like a madman… what kind of Shinigami could even do this? Yamamoto swung Ryūjin Jakka, summoning walls and dragons of fire that incinerated most of the Hellbound in midair.
Inside the lab, Aizen rubbed his temple.
No good. Even a prodigy like himself couldn’t break through another level in such a short time. To support Kaelith, he’d already shattered three minor bottlenecks in under five minutes.
Could anyone else even do that?
Still, despite his efforts—after three full power surges—Kaelith’s energy kept nosediving.
Aizen was both exasperated and amused.
If he weren’t here, would that fool have really died?
…
…
“Young man! How are you holding up?!”
Yamamoto unleashed a wave of fire, sealing off the entrance to the Hell Gate to prevent further reinforcements.
He turned toward Kaelith.
There, that fool of a disciple stood drenched in blood—his spiritual pressure once again exploding upward.
Feeling the surge, Kaelith couldn’t help but grin.
Sōsuke, you’re incredible!
Just for today, I, Kaelith, willingly hand you the title of genius!
As his joy bubbled, the system chimed again:
*[Detected that bound target “Aizen Sōsuke” has increased in power. Synchronizing cultivation progress… Synchronization complete!]*
*[Current Spirit Rank: First-Class Peak —Shinigami Limit Reached!]*
*[Note: This is a temporary boost achieved through external means. Once Aizen Sōsuke loses this status, your spiritual pressure will revert to his normal maximum.]*
Hearing the final line, Kaelith’s smile faded.
Type-9 Serum.
Aizen, unable to break through further through training alone, had used the Type-9 formula to force a power-up.
Kaelith took a deep breath.
When this was over, he owed Sōsuke a serious apology. Finally, after the fourth injection of energy, Kaelith could feel the Gagaku Kairou nearing saturation.
Now came the final push—to drive it back.
He looked to Yamamoto.
“Sensei, I need your help.”
“What do you need?”
Yamamoto didn’t hesitate at all.
“Make a wall of fire. Block the others from seeing me—don’t let them see my form, and don’t let them sense my spiritual pressure.”
Though he didn’t understand what the idiot disciple was planning, Yamamoto complied without question.
He raised Ryūjin Jakka and stirred the air.
In response, pure-white fire twisted and rolled like a massive tapestry, unfurling around the two of them. Blocking sight was simple—but concealing spiritual pressure wasn’t.
So Yamamoto took a more direct route.
“Haaaah!!”
With a shout, the old man erupted with his full power. Instantly, scorching heat blanketed the entire battlefield. All Shinigami in range found their spiritual sense dulled by the overwhelming pressure.
Watching the old man’s handiwork, Kaelith couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief.
He took a deep breath.
A flicker of red light passed over his face.
A white Hollow mask formed, covering half his face.
Behind the mask, his pupils turned a dark gold.
A chaotic energy unique to Hollows burst forth from within him.
“?!”
Yamamoto’s eyes widened. His entire being froze.
What was this…?
How did his idiot disciple have Hollow powers? He opened his mouth, ready to ask, but seeing Kaelith’s focused expression, he swallowed his question.
Under Yamamoto’s gaze, Kaelith raised his hand.
The entire shadow realm moved with him.
The night rippled like water, spreading and stretching like silk. It condensed into towering, smooth walls and sharp spires.
Four great walls rose, enclosing half of Seireitei.
Then, they began to converge inward.
Seeing the massive walls rolling toward them, the Shinigami on the ground screamed and fled. But they hadn’t taken more than a few steps before the walls overtook them.
“Aaahhh!!”
One young Shinigami raised his arms in front of his face, screaming, preparing to be crushed to death.
Comments
N
Hmm, I thought one of his other members had obtained bankai. Oh well, Kaelith has some explaining to do.
