SFS Chapter 593 This is unexpected
Chapter 593 This is unexpected
Uesugi Don's heart sank as he watched. He had completely given up on the idea of a sneak attack. The fact that the woman could deal with his and Shujuro's attacks so easily was enough to show that her combat ability was probably among the top in the 13th Division's lieutenants.
If he hadn't met the captains of all thirteen divisions, he probably would have mistaken the person in front of him for a captain-level fighter.
"Shujuro, step back!" Uesugi Toru shouted sternly. He could see clearly that his foolish son had completely lost his composure, and if they continued fighting, he would only be worn down to death.
What's even more frightening is that this woman wasn't serious at all.
It has to be said that this is quite strange.
In his memory, the guys in the Second Division were all aiming for a fatal blow, just like ninjas. How could they toy with their opponents like that?
But Uesugi Shūjūrō was no longer listening to anything.
"Ahhhh!!!"
He let out wild roars, brandishing his Zanpakuto, which was as wide as a door, and launched repeated attacks on Yuuko.
"He really is no different from a wild beast that has lost its mind." Yu Zi was getting a little bored, so she decided to finish this quickly.
I feel like this kind of idiot deserves what he got.
Just as Yuko was about to quickly finish off her opponent by flipping her wrist, an old chanting voice suddenly rang out beside her.
"A thunderous carriage, a gap in a spinning wheel, this object gathers light and splits into six!"
"The Sixty-first Path of Binding! Six-Staff Light Prison!"
Suddenly, a dazzling golden light flashed in Yuko's eyes, and six huge light walls instantly formed around her, firmly imprisoning her in place.
"We succeeded!" Uesugi Shūjūrō's face lit up with joy.
"Shujuro! Hurry!" Uesugi Don't break out in a cold sweat. He could sense that his binding spell probably wouldn't be able to hold this woman for long.
"drink!"
Although Uesugi Shūjūrō was stupid, he knew to strike while the iron was hot. He swung his door-wide Zanpakuto at Ikuko, who was pinned to the spot and unable to move, with a look of delight on his face.
However, this joy lasted for less than a second.
"What are you muttering to yourself over there?" Yu Zi's calm voice came from the light prison, carrying a hint of barely perceptible sarcasm.
Before she finished speaking, she simply raised her spiritual pressure and casually swung her slender Zanpakuto. The seemingly indestructible Six Staffs of Light Prison shattered like fragile glass, turning into countless points of light that dissipated into nothingness.
The ecstasy on Uesugi Shūjūrō's face froze instantly, even the Kidō...
“The game is over.” Yuko’s figure reappeared in front of him, her sword already sheathed, and the Zanpakuto, along with its sheath, slammed into Uesugi Shūjūrō’s face like a club.
An overwhelming force surged forth, and Uesugi Shūjūrō was caught off guard, his facial muscles trembling and visibly deforming. He was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a distant wall with a dull thud.
The wall cracked open, and he slid to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The greatsword in his hand also slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground with a clatter.
"Shujuro!" Uesugi looked at his son with bloodshot eyes, then at the woman whose clothes weren't even dirty, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.
Monster! This woman is an absolute monster!
“Now, can we talk about surrender, sir?” Yuko turned around, her golden eyes calmly fixed on Uesugi Don.
Uesugi Don's expression shifted between light and dark, his mind racing.
Surrender? Absolutely not! If the research on soul modification is exposed, the Uesugi family will be doomed, and they might all be executed.
His gaze swept over his son lying motionless on the ground, then over the fallen Zanpakuto, and finally, a look of mad determination flashed in his eyes.
"You are strong, the third seat of the imperial family." Uesugi Don's voice was hoarse and deep, "But to think that you can make the Uesugi family surrender with just that? You're too naive!"
He suddenly pulled a small crystal bottle filled with a deep purple liquid from his pocket and threw it forcefully at his son.
"Futurou! Use it!"
The crystal bottle traced an arc in the air and flew precisely toward Uesugi Shūjūrō.
Uesugi Don's eyes gradually regained their composure. With this, with this, even if Yoruichi Shihouin came...
However, in a flash, Yuko's figure suddenly appeared between the two of them, probingly pointing the crystal bottle at the moonlight, and then looking at Uesugi Don with a curious expression.
"How do you use it? Is it for drinking?"
Uesugi Don's expression froze.
"Hmm... I feel like it's not really right to take other people's things," Yuko muttered, turning back to look at Zhoujuro, who had just climbed up from the corner behind her. "How about I give them back to you?"
Uesugi Shūjūrō paused for a moment, then asked, "Is...is it alright?"
"Idiot! She's making fun of you!" Before Yuko could reply, Uesugi roared.
"That's really too much. I really wanted to return it to you." Yu Zi shook her head helplessly. "But since you said that, it really hurt my feelings."
"Let's not pay it back."
These words may have enraged Uesugi Don, for the old man, with a fierce look in his eyes and beard, charged towards Ikuko, thrusting his snake-shaped Zanpakuto at her.
Yuko didn't even draw her Zanpakuto; she simply extended two fingers and easily pinched the tip of the sword, preventing Uesugi Don from advancing an inch no matter how hard he tried.
A gust of wind swept from behind. Yu Zi casually tossed the bottle into the air, tilted her body slightly, and caught the door panel sword that was smashing towards her with her other palm facing up.
The massive door panel and the giant sword formed a stark contrast to Yu Zi's seemingly fragile arm.
To the astonishment of Uesugi Don and Uesugi Shūjūrō, the crystal bottle, which had been casually tossed into the air, crashed to the ground and shattered, spilling a strange purple liquid all over the floor.
Yuko looked embarrassed and said, "Oh dear, it seems I accidentally broke it."
While Uesugi was filled with extreme fear, he also felt a wave of humiliation.
You say you beat them, fine, but why is your personality so awful?
Are you sure it's really the second division?
Could they have been set up by someone?
Some other force is impersonating the Second Division to trick them.
How could someone like that exist in a godforsaken place like the Second Division?
Yuko parried the two Zanpakuto with both hands, and calmly said to Uesugi Don, "Old man, I think someone as intelligent as you should know very well that you have no chance of winning, right?"
"Ah!!" Uesugi Shūjūrō exerted all his strength in his strong arms, the veins on his arms were bulging, but he couldn't even budge the Zanpakutō.
Yuko already possessed the constitution of a demon, and now, with the addition of spiritual pressure, even a martial arts master like Yoruichi might not be able to gain an advantage in terms of strength in a direct confrontation with her, let alone a mere seated official.
He looks strong, but he's just a bunch of dead muscles from working out in the gym.
Seeing that Uesugi Don still had a hesitant look on his face, Ikuko looked at him without changing her expression and exerted a little force with her other hand.
The roaring behind him suddenly stopped, like a duck being suddenly choked.
To the astonishment of the two, Uesugi Shūjūrō's enormous Zanpakutō, as wide as a door panel, was easily crushed, leaving only a small fragment remaining before being completely pulverized.
Uesugi Don's aged lips trembled slightly: "We'll vote..."
"Ah..."
Uesugi Shūjūrō suddenly screamed, and Ikuko turned around speechlessly, saying, "I say your reaction is a bit too much..."
Yuko paused, and then saw Uesugi Shūjūrō crawl like a dog to the broken crystal bottle and begin licking the purple liquid that had leaked onto the ground.
This bizarre scene made Yuko's eyelids twitch. She turned back to Uesugi Don and chuckled, "I didn't expect this situation."
As Uesugi Don blushed, a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.
"Hehehe, you're finished."
"Ok?"
Just as Yuko was about to ask further questions, a shrill scream suddenly echoed throughout the courtyard behind her.
Yuko turned around and saw that Uesugi Shūjūrō's body was convulsing violently. Under his skin, bluish-black blood vessels bulged out like writhing earthworms, and his muscles were expanding at a visible speed.
A massive, chaotic, and violent spiritual pressure erupted from his body, soaring into the sky and sweeping up all the sand and stones in the courtyard, forming a small tornado.
"Oh?" Yu Zi raised an eyebrow slightly, watching the scene before her with great interest.
Through her clear vision, Yuuko could see the rapidly increasing spiritual pressure within Uesugi Shūjūrō's body.
Uesugi Don looked at his son, who was writhing in pain on the ground, with a crazed expression: "This technology is not perfect yet, but it is enough to allow Shujuro's spiritual pressure to break through the current state."
"So what? Even if your spiritual pressure breaks through, so what?"
“You don’t understand. Shujuro has already mastered Bankai. In this state, even the captain of the 13th Division might not be his match.” Uesugi shook his head, his face calm, seemingly quite confident in this thing.
However, Yuko's focus was not on this.
Yuko asked curiously, "Bankai? Can someone with fourth-rank spiritual pressure master Bankai?"
Uesugi Don looked at him strangely: "Of course, Bankai has little to do with spiritual pressure level, but only with the mental interaction between the Zanpakuto and the user."
"Of course, under normal circumstances, the better the communication with the Zanpakuto, the stronger the spiritual pressure level will be."
“That’s true…” Yuko pointed to the broken door panel sword on the ground, “It’s already broken like this.”
This time, it was Uesugi Shūjūrō who responded to Ikuko.
"Ah!!!" Uesugi Shūjūrō slowly stood up from the ground. His body was more muscular than before, his eyes were completely bloodshot, his face was covered with ferocious veins, and he exuded an inhuman aura of rage.
As a surge of dark red spiritual pressure was injected into the blade, the shattered Zanpakuto was rapidly repaired, much like a body regenerating.
I see, that's how it can be fixed.
The essence of a Zanpakuto is the soul of a Shinigami (death god). As long as the Shinigami himself is alive and the connection with the Zanpakuto has not been completely severed, he can repair himself through his own spiritual power.
"I feel it... I feel it... power... boundless power!"
Uesugi Shūjūrō held the repaired door panel sword, feeling the surging spiritual pressure within his body. It was an unprecedentedly powerful feeling, as if he could shatter mountains with a single strike.
At this moment, his spiritual pressure has far surpassed the vice-captain level and has reached the captain level.
He let out a beastly growl, a maniacal grin spreading across his face. "Right now, I feel like I could tear you to shreds!"
"Then, what's the price?" Yuko asked.
However, no one responded to her.
Seeing this, Uesugi Atsushi's face lit up with a morbid fanaticism: "That's right, Shujuro! That's it! Let them see the true power of the Uesugi family!"
“True power?” Yu Zi chuckled and shook her head. “How pathetic.”
Without needing anyone's answer, she could clearly see that Uesugi Shūjūrō's soul was being eroded by this foreign force, becoming chaotic and his spiritual structure was collapsing.
"You still dare to be stubborn even when you're about to die!" Uesugi Shūjūrō roared, and his figure vanished in an instant.
Almost the instant he finished speaking, he appeared behind Yu Zi, his greatsword whistling through the air as it crashed down like a boulder.
This sword strike, in both speed and power, was completely different from before. The violent spiritual pressure even emanated a visible black and red aura around the blade.
He was greeted by a crisp metallic clang.
"clang!"
Yuko drew her sword with one hand and precisely parried the thunderous blow.
Uesugi Shūjūrō's pupils suddenly contracted.
How is this possible?! He now possesses captain-level strength, yet she blocked this attack so easily?!
“The power has increased quite a bit,” Yu Zi said, flicking her wrist slightly and unleashing a burst of skillful force to deflect the opponent’s greatsword. Her expression remained calm. “Unfortunately, the person who uses it is still so… incompetent.”
Although he didn't quite understand what the dish meant, Uesugi Shūjūrō instinctively felt humiliated.
"you wanna die!"
Uesugi Shūjūrō went completely mad. He roared and raised his Zanpakuto high, pouring his violent spiritual pressure into it without reservation.
“Bankai!!”
With a heart-wrenching roar, a spiritual pressure storm, several times more terrifying than before, swept outwards from him. The entire Uesugi family mansion trembled violently under this force, the ground cracked inch by inch, and the surrounding buildings collapsed with a deafening roar.
A dark red and black spiritual pressure beam shot into the sky, as if it were about to tear a hole in the night sky.
"Wow~ Is this Bankai?" Yuko looked up at the sky with a curious expression.
This was the first time she had ever seen Bankai.
Because the Seireitei forbids Captain-level Shinigami from using Bankai, none of the Shinigami who fought her have ever used it, and Yoruichi has hardly ever used her Zanpakuto.
The increase in spiritual pressure is indeed quite considerable, more than five times that of before.
but……
"To say that you can defeat the captains with this level of spiritual pressure is a bit of an exaggeration, isn't it?" This level of spiritual pressure is not even as good as Yoruichi's, so how can it compare to Hana-nee?