Literally arrogant behavior.
But the other party also had their basis for confidence.
After all, the current Yhwach had completely reclaimed all the power belonging to him.
The ancestor of the Quincy, like the prophecies of the past, had become the endpoint of everything, and at this moment was slowly walking toward the Soul King Palace.
A scene full of oppressive pressure.
Just watching the other party's approaching movements, the three people at this moment had already assumed their respective stances.
So then...
The question manifested at this moment.
"Should we go together?"
The one asking was Aizen.
He looked calmly to his side, as if this matter had nothing to do with him at all, at this moment merely being a calm participant...
However, the facts weren't much different.
After all, Aizen's ability itself wasn't suited for direct assault. Even if he wanted to act, it would only be to a supporting degree at most.
Moreover...
For the current Aizen, he himself didn't have much desire.
Whether the world survived or perished, Soul Society's future direction, etc. - he completely didn't care about these things.
The reason he stood here now was, at most, merely for someone's wish.
Yes.
Nothing more than that.
"I have no objections."
Aizen stated his position. Seiya beside him seemed to want to say something, but before he could speak...
Ichibē had already stood up on his own.
"What a joke! Allowing outsiders to interfere in the Soul King Palace is already transgression. If I let you die before this old man, that would also be disgrace!"
Taking a deep breath.
The red-eyed monk raised the long brush-like object in his hand, at this moment slightly widening his eyes as he gazed toward distant Yhwach.
So then, so then.
"King of the Quincy, let this old man be your opponent!"
Watching Ichibē who had already assumed his stance, the pupils in Yhwach's eyes trembled slightly at this moment.
A cautious and careful fellow.
Even in this situation, he would still observe future directions through observation methods to the maximum extent, ensuring he could always remain undefeated from beginning to end.
And in this instant, witnessing countless timeline ends at this moment... Yhwach made his judgment of Ichibē.
"Foolish choice."
Not choosing to act together with others, but stubbornly choosing to uphold Squad Zero's bottom line, persisting in his position through solo combat.
This behavior...
Had absolutely no meaning.
Precisely because he saw through everything and controlled everything, Yhwach could so easily choose to 'give up'.
His subordinates' lives, the forces he managed, others' loyalty, etc...
These were all chip-like things.
Things that could be placed on the scale called balance, prices that allowed Yhwach to continue advancing.
Except for his own life, nothing was impossible to sacrifice - precisely because of this, even seeing the fate that awaited the Schutzstaffel, he still wouldn't have thoughts of whether to correct or change it.
This was good, or rather, only this was best.
This world was something created by the Soul King, so it should rightfully be Yhwach's possession!
As the creator's offspring, what was wrong with wanting to freely express one's nature in this private domain?
Yhwach, as the Soul King's son, made his declaration at this moment.
"Your self-perceived sacrifices have no meaning."
"Because that fellow sitting atop the dome is just a fool unwilling to directly face and confront himself."
"He won't even personally communicate with you, maintaining that high and mighty attitude until now... how arrogant."
In comparison.
"You people who wag your tails begging for scraps, hoping to gain the Soul King's favor, are equally pathetic in my view."
Literal mental attacks.
Although there weren't any substantial curse words, for people from Squad Zero backgrounds, this statement's destructive power was exaggerated to an unimaginable degree...
It was hard to imagine why this guy's eloquence was so much more exaggerated than in the original.
But regardless.
The current Ichibē was indeed enraged.
The monk didn't speak, just silently released his Zanpakutō at this moment.
Ichimonji's slash and the spirit blade formed by Yhwach collided in the air. The aftermath of the spiritual power between the two even affected Soul Society below.
The people who had just escaped from the Schutzstaffel confrontation now felt intense dizziness again.
Top-heavy phenomena were everywhere, as if an invisible earth dragon was rolling and struggling beneath Soul Society... no matter how one thought about it, it felt exaggerated and terrifying.
So.
"What exactly are those people above doing now!!!"
No one answered, even current Captain-Commander Kyōraku was the same at this moment.
Now, no matter what happened, for the people in the lower realm, they could only quietly wait for results to arrive.
Clang... clang... clang!
Blades crossed, colliding with each other.
The spirit blade in Yhwach's hand sparked bright sparks, yet Ichibē's object was gloomy and dull...
No matter how many times they collided, no matter how many rounds of spiritual power clashes they fought... this Ichimonji never made the slightest sound.
Only visible black ink constantly splattered and gushed at this moment.
Until it stained Yhwach's body.
"..."
The silent ancestor of the Quincy looked at the marks on his body.
He knew clearly the origin, function, and purpose of these things.
After all, under the Almighty's coverage... what the other party knew was everything Yhwach could observe.
He was like a skilled thief.
After brief contact, he could accurately find deeper parts, and after piercing through... greedily share and absorb others' experiences and knowledge.
Nothing could escape his eyes.
The so-called Squad Zero was the same.
"I already said this, didn't I?"
As if having completely lost interest in play.
The current Yhwach lightly swung his right hand.
Along with the blue light flow dissipating from it, the spiritual particles swirling around him began twisting again, finally becoming an even more magnificent surging form.
Ignoring unnecessary probing.
Omitting literally useless things.
Yhwach's purpose in coming here wasn't to compete or contend for the title of strongest in the three worlds...
His purpose was simple.
Just a son wanting to voice his accusation against an irresponsible father.
"Stand aside, Ichibē."
Whoosh...
Mighty power gathered in an instant, surged, finally forming a blue sky that pressed horizontally toward Ichibē.
This level of power explosion would definitely leave no trace of life for ordinary people... but since the opponent was Squad Zero's representative, it naturally wouldn't be so simple.
"Heh."
Snorting lightly, the monk clasped his hands together, then suddenly opened them and widened his eyes.
"Thousand thorns penetrate realms, ten thousand bones annihilated..."
"Forbidden Kidō: Fifth Path: Steel Needle Rain!"
A spiritual particle torrent with momentum no weaker than Yhwach's began surging wildly, at this moment beginning intense mutual slaughter and combat...
The two observers at this moment had different reactions.
Seiya showed a thoughtful expression, as if remembering something in this instant. Aizen beside him observed calmly, then said softly.
"Seiya, seeing this, do you remember anything?"
Highly suggestive words.
At this moment also made Seiya frown.
Something at this moment seemed ready to emerge, yet in the end still lacked the so-called 'final push'.
Couldn't understand, couldn't recall.
And at this time, light began flickering not far behind them. Before long, Ichigo and Uryū's figures flashed, leaping out lightly.
These two had also arrived...
There were no surprises. It seemed everyone present had prepared for these two to come here.
But...
Only one person.
Only this Yhwach who seemed to control everything showed an obviously surprised expression at this moment.
These two people, why... would they appear here?
"Surprised? Yhwach."
The monk's offensive showed no signs of weakening. Even taking advantage of the other party's stunned pause, this guy let out hearty laughter while continuing to swing his 'brush' at Yhwach.
"But you should have anticipated this situation, right?"
"After all, someone as petty, cautious, and thinking three steps ahead for every step like you, how could you not imagine..."
"We could also find weak points in your ability?"
Yhwach chose silence.
But this didn't mean he gave up arguing. This guy just showed quite a vicious expression and glared fiercely at Uryū at this moment.
The Almighty.
As Yhwach's fundamental ability, it was also the key to his ability to plan everything...
This absolute power that could influence timelines should logically be the supreme type.
After all, he was the Soul King's son.
Should rightfully be beloved by all, born blessed and anticipated.
But the so-called contrary to expectations was perhaps like this... Quincy were an abandoned people, literally disliked by the creator.
Should Quincy really not exist?
Yhwach couldn't make a conclusion, just regarding his ability... made this tyrant countless times think he was the most special category.
Even without receiving favor, he was still the final person inheriting the Soul King's power.
However.
It wasn't so...
The ability Uryū awakened was almost identical in rank to Yhwach's.
Complete reversal.
Like a literal description.
This ability had the unique power to reflect all effects, damage, any meaningful state received on oneself... making the opponent 'reap what they sow'.
After realizing this situation, Yhwach had fallen into near-panic emotions more than once.
He wasn't a qualified monarch.
But he was definitely a irritable, easily angered, and completely opinionless giant baby.
Setting Uryū as the Invisible Empire's successor, having people praise him, disparage him, observe him...
Using every method.
Trying to reclaim this ability for himself.
But all these attempts ended in failure... instinct told Yhwach he absolutely couldn't use his ability on Uryū.
Melancholy, resentment, even hatred.
Such emotions had surged in his heart more than once.
—He wasn't a unique existence. Just knowing this thought, the sense of superiority in Yhwach's heart completely vanished.
And at this moment.
He saw this person 'beyond foresight'.
Finally... could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.
"You damn things!!!"
The roaring Yhwach seemed to completely tear off his false mask. He roared as he raised his right hand, at this moment gloomy light flickering around his body.
The sky became dull and chaotic at this moment.
Even the sun's light was gathered and converged at this moment.
Something was coming?
Seiya and others were still out of the loop, but Ichibē in the field had already realized something...
And at this moment showed a quite surprised expression.
"You... could it be..."
"Exactly what you're thinking, Ichibē!"
Dark matter began gathering on Yhwach's right hand, and these things instantly twisted, assembled, finally becoming a towering and eerie outline.
Black and white intertwined and collided in the air.
Like a painter's brush, between sketched simple outlines, temple-like contours emerged...
And Ichibē now stood on the small path assembled from broken stones.
"Futen Taisatsuryō."
Yhwach half-turned and sat boldly on the steps, looking down condescendingly at the monk not far in front of him.
"Ichibē."
"Planning to seize one hundred nights from Soul Society's future century, making all darkness your aid, completely scattering my body, soul, and consciousness until returning to chaos and nothingness."
"This is your calculation, your final trump card, right?"
Completely seeing through the other party's intentions and plans.
Although the current Yhwach's tone was bland, the meaning revealed within was enough to make the monk feel ice-cold as if falling into a glacial cave.
"But I also already said."
"These eyes won't let any matter escape."
"Your past, present, even future are the same."
Yhwach raised his right hand, at this moment pointing lightly toward the distant monk...
Using a steady tone.
"I won't die from such despicable means."
"Only you... pitiful and pathetic Soul Reaper."
"Drown in the falsehood you believe to be true."
Black began surging.
And the next moment...
The monk's body also began falling apart.
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