Chapter 100: Movie Series — The End of the First Movie
"Was the Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni of a thousand years ago really the same person as the one a thousand years later?"
Yhwach muttered to himself, constantly retracing the past. Back then, the middle-aged Yamamoto had merely brandished a blade of raging fire that made everything it touched explode. Although Yhwach had been defeated by a sneak attack, after resurrecting a millennium later, he had come to terms with it. He felt that being susceptible to such a surprise was a testament to Yamamoto's skill; his defeat wasn't entirely unearned.
But if you asked Yhwach if he truly thought that old Yamamoto was "overwhelmingly strong," the answer was a flat no.
Yet now, watching the scenes on the Heavenly Screen, Yhwach saw the army of the dead capable of slaughtering the entire Seireitei and the Zanjitsu Gokui—the Cloak of the Solar Inferno reaching 15 million degrees. That level of power was tyrannical and off the charts. But it didn't stop there. Others might not see it, but Yhwach saw it clearly.
The charred, withered blade in Yamamoto's hand, emitting faint wisps of smoke and looking utterly ordinary—that was the true horror.
It wasn't a "sword" anymore. It was an extreme flame that had collapsed from energy into a near-material state of absolute compression—a manifestation of "Ultimate Death" capable of erasing any existence on a physical plane.
Yhwach racked his brains trying to reconcile the prime Yamamoto of a thousand years ago with the one on the screen. He couldn't. It wasn't just a difference in raw power; the very "art style" was completely different.
A millennium ago, Yamamoto with his exploding fire blade was merely a powerhouse. Today, hand-holding the Zanka no Tachi, it was debatable if Yhwach even qualified to be in his line of sight.
Yhwach found it absurd. He mentally simulated a confrontation and realized that his standard techniques wouldn't just fail to wound this Yamamoto—the Reishi forming the foundation of his powers would be incinerated just by approaching him. Yamamoto wouldn't even need to swing his sword; he could just walk toward Yhwach in his solar cloak, and Yhwach would have to turn and run just to keep his clothes from burning off.
Perhaps only the Monk, who possessed authority over all "Names" and the permissions of the Zanpakuto, could truly ignore the current Yamamoto.
Of course, once he reclaimed The Almighty, even the Zanka no Tachi would remain just a Bankai—not impossible to handle. But that required the return of his eyes. And until then...
Realizing this, Yhwach—much like Aizen—came to the same conclusion: To face an all-out Yamamoto, one must avoid his frontal assault and find another way to resolve him.
But that calculation vanished in the next second. Because Yhwach saw Ichigo Kurosaki charge straight in and start a physical brawl.
Shock was an understatement. Facing 15 million degrees of terrifying heat, Ichigo swung a fist of flesh and bone!
His momentum was unstoppable. Even though his arm turned to ash the moment it drew near Yamamoto, the boundless battle intent contained in the strike hammered Yamamoto until he was black and blue—pummeling him to the point of doubting his own reality, wondering if he had even activated his Bankai or if it was merely a decorative prop.
"It seems that during my thousand-year slumber, while my power has gradually returned, there is still room for improvement in my combat Purity!"
As a peak powerhouse of the Three Worlds, Yhwach refused to admit he was weaker than Ichigo, so he merely muttered those words to save face.
Ichigo Kurosaki used his fists to set an example for everyone: What does it mean to be the "Strongest"? It means all obstacles and so-called impossibilities must be beaten into kneeling and begging for mercy!
The Aizens of other world bubbles—especially those in timelines past the Ryoka Invasion—wore the most solemn expressions. If Ichigo dared to charge a humanoid sun reaching 15 million degrees with a roar, was there anything he didn't dare to do?
Seeing this supreme form of Ichigo, words were unnecessary. Aizen realized that if his local Ichigo had even half—no, a third—of that battle intent, the probability of Aizen being beaten to his knees was upwards of 80%.
In this moment, the Aizens felt it deeply: Schemes have limits!
When Ichigo swings a Fist of Miracles at you, if you don't want to be ground into the dirt, you too must possess a miracle that stands above calculation.
"My counterpart in World 0... what choices did you make to reach the status of a candidate for the God of the New World?"
Aizen pondered this internally while remaining focused on the screen.
Though beaten into a state of bewilderment, Yamamoto soon rallied, swinging the "blade" forged from a millennium of thought, training, and accumulation. All fire was concentrated into a single point on the tip. A mere graze was enough to melt all creation.
Yamamoto swung the Zanka no Tachi, reducing Ichigo to "Ichigo-divided-by-sixteen," but everyone knew Ichigo wouldn't die. His battle intent was boiling like a solar flare. Death, in his eyes, was merely a "bratty girl" (mesugaki) who had been beaten until she cried and was too afraid to draw near.
At this moment, a single thought crossed many minds: If there is ever a chance, I must visit World 0. If I can learn even a fraction of the mystery of Purity, I could reach a realm where battle intent is eternal and the body undying. That power is far more 'potent' than any flashy Zanpakuto.
On the screen, the sixteen-divided Ichigo reached his limit and suddenly understood the "Burnout Will" that Fisher had once sacrificed his life to unleash.
Then, Ichigo stepped into the Burnout Sublimation Realm!
With an 80% Absolute Realm output, he threw the Ultimate Heavenly Fist, even faintly leveraging the Progenitor's grand power to form a heaven-swallowing majesty. Yamamoto, likewise, unleashed his final finishing move.
The fire, compressed to its limit, was released all at once. The world turned pure white, as if a great sun had descended into the mortal realm. Only the world-incinerating light remained, destroying everything equally.
All Heavens to Ash. The move lived up to its name.
In this instant, the "trend fluctuations" of the multiversal world bubbles hit a peak. If translated, they would say:
[666!] (Awesome!) [INSANE!] [SO POTENT!]
The higher consciousnesses of the world bubbles were manically "giving a call" (rooting) for this fight. Previously, the "Potent Kurosaki Pill" was just a few times stronger than the theoretical limit. Now, they saw World 0's Ichigo demonstrating possibilities above the limit.
To use an analogy: the previous pill was an "Enhanced Health Booster." This one? This was a Golden Elixir. If a World Consciousness swallowed it, it would sing: "A single Kurosaki Pill in the gut, and I find a Golden Lotus in the fire; from now on, my fate is mine to command, not the Heavens'..."
Indeed, the world bubbles had good eyes. An Ichigo who fully unlocked his potential and stood above it truly could do anything.
The battle reached its zenith, only to be cut short by the Monk's intrusion. Some felt regret; others felt relief.
Captains like Shunsui knew the score. When they saw Yamamoto's body suffering structural damage, they knew the outcome. An old man who could bleed and die could never win an endless war of attrition against an Ichigo who simply refused to stay dead.
On screen, the Monk ordered the hidden actors to come out and began passing judgment on their fates, intending to take Ichigo away. But another intruder interrupted his posturing!
"Ichibe Hyosube of the Zero Division... you are too arrogant!" "Rukia, what are you doing? Do you intend to defy the Zero Division?" "Not just him, but Captain Ukitake as well. You must realize... no one stands on the Heavens forever..."
At this moment, in various bubbles, the local Rukias found everyone looking at them with extremely subtle expressions, as if they were magical creatures. In bubbles past the Soul Society arc, the looks were even weirder. Someone finally said:
"Rukia... don't those lines sound familiar? Like we've heard them before? Maybe from a certain Mr. Aizen on the Execution Hill...?"
Rukia remained silent, but internally she was screaming: Stop! Don't say another word! Her heart was a wave of second-hand embarrassment.
"Starting today, the unbearable vacancy of the Throne of Heaven ends. The era to come..." "Shall be led by me, the Supreme Chief Justice of the Fighting World and Heaven Media's Two-Winged Angel: THE DEMON MUSCLE MAN! I shall ascend to the side of the Throne, purge the Three Worlds, and create a brand-new era belonging to Martial Artists and Macho-Men!"
Snapping her hair-rings, Rukia transformed into her muscle-bound form, looking down with a disdainful gaze. "Farewell, Renji, Brother, and everyone of the Soul Society. Let us meet again in the New Era..."
Under a pillar of light, the Muscle Queen and her "gang" ascended toward the Heavens!
In Las Noches, even the stoic Aizen rubbed his chin: "Given the Soul King's ability to see the future, this shouldn't be a coincidence. Can I sue for copyright fees?"
The pillar of light retracted, taking Rukia's group away. The scene shifted to the floating islands and palaces introduced as the Soul King Palace. This first look at the hub of the Three Worlds captivated everyone.
The camera swept past Rukia's group and focused on the true Soul King Palace. The Soul King's vessel, sealed in amber, suddenly turned its eyes. It seemed to pierce through the screen, making eye contact with every viewer in the multiverse. A voice-over rang out:
"It all began with me, and it shall end with me. I shall grant the Three Worlds their destined destruction. If you wish to stop me, come. The First Triple-World Purgatory King of Fighters Tournament... starts now."
Boundless dark miasma erupted from the King's body until it filled the screen. The image faded to black, and subtitles appeared:
[End of 'The Legend of the Soul Society's Strongest Academy Security Guard' — Movie 1: 'The Awakening of the Strongest Creature on Earth.']
[Protagonist Ichigo Kurosaki, an Academy Security Guard, used his iron fists to protect the safety of the 'heroine' Uryu Ishida from the black-hearted politician Fisher and the evil capitalist Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni.]
[Ichigo's hot-blooded career journey continues. Will he be able to defend the world and Uryu from the world-ending God of Fighting? Please look forward to Movie 2: 'The Security Guard's Genesis.']
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The screen faded. In every world bubble, Uryu Ishida took off his glasses, wiped them, put them back on, took a deep breath, and screamed at the sky:
"Hey! The first movie went from a politician to a capitalist—what do you mean the second one is a World-Ending God!? The plot is spiraling too far! AND I AM NOT THE HEROINE! I was still hanging on the execution platform when the movie ended! What the hell were you doing in the Soul Society, Ichigo? What did you even 'protect'!? SOMEONE SAVE THE URYU ON THAT SCREEN! AND IF YOU'RE HIRING ACTORS, AT LEAST TELL ME WHERE THE HEAVEN MEDIA OFFICE IS, AAARRRGHHH!!!!!!"
The hysterical rant reflected the surging emotions in Uryu's heart!
As he screamed, his world bubble vibrated silently. Brilliant holy light pierced the barriers. A mountain-sized infant angel descended into the mortal realm, looking around with the gaze of the Lord, watching over the four corners of the earth!
Uryu didn't know it yet, but while he was complaining about the lack of contact info, his world had already hammered on Heaven's door to sign a contract with God.
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