Chapter 668 Erase It, Pochita

"Fall back."

The moment Makoto said this, the Shinigami behind Yamamoto didn't even need the Captain-Commander to speak... they all quickly stepped back.

After all, even if they didn't know how deep Makoto's strength ran, they absolutely understood how terrifying their own Captain-Commander's power was.

If they got caught up in a battle of that level, they would definitely die.

"Hey, hey, I haven't had enough fun yet."

However, Zaraki, that brainless battle maniac, was an exception.

But after being shot a cold glance by the old man Yamamoto, he clicked his tongue and reluctantly dragged his blade back to a safe distance.

The next moment, the chainsaws attached to Makoto's arms let out a roar that echoed through the entire Seireitei.

Then, swinging his chainsaws backhand, a sky-covering wave of chainsaw phantoms surged behind him.

Countless jagged slash trajectories interwove in the air into an impenetrable net of death, crashing down upon Yamamoto like a tidal wave.

The prototype of this technique was Otsutsuki Kaguya's Eighty Gods Vacuum Fist, but Makoto had adapted it into a version more suited to himself.

He replaced all the Chakra Fist imprints with chainsaw slash trajectories, losing none of the power and gaining even greater spectacle.

Such a terrifying technique bearing down from above turned the faces of Sasakibe and the many Shinigami behind him deathly pale in an instant.

"Who do you think you're facing, brat?"

Yet, facing such a fearsome attack, Yamamoto didn't budge an inch.

Just before the modified Eighty Gods Vacuum Fist was about to land, he let out a mighty roar. His berserk Reiatsu even shattered the Shihakusho on his upper body, revealing his muscular frame covered in old, gruesome scars.

Then, the muscles in the old man's arms visibly bulged. He thrust Ryujin Jakka into the ground, clenched his fists, and faced the sky-covering chainsaw phantoms head-on with a double straight punch.

"Sokotsu!"

The two extreme fist forces collided. The fist pressure, which served as both attack and defense, formed an invisible wall that clashed violently with the countless chainsaw phantoms in midair.

The shockwave from the point of collision instantly swept across the entire Seireitei. The clouds were torn open by a massive rift, illuminating the carnage below.

The deafening roar echoed far and wide. Psykos, Nel, and Harribel, who were in the Tsunayashiro Clan's compound, almost simultaneously looked up at the sky.

And Ulquiorra and Starrk, who had been skirmishing with Isshin and Kiganjo at the 2nd Division, also stopped their actions and turned their gazes toward the direction of the explosion.

At the center of the battlefield, not just Sasakibe, but even Zaraki and Yachiru had been forced back several miles by the shockwave of that exchange.

The storm caused by that impact even extinguished the wall of flames Ryujin Jakka had created moments ago.

"Captain-Commander!"

Sasakibe called out in concern.

Everyone looked back toward the center of the battlefield.

They saw Makoto, swinging his roaring chainsaws, closing in to extremely close range with Yamamoto.

But even with the saw blades and the sword edge still about a meter apart, the two's astonishing Reiatsus had already begun their preliminary contest.

The two entirely different Reiatsus, like two invisible beasts, collided fiercely, once again unleashing a terrifying shockwave that pushed everyone back.

"This is the first time I've seen a Hollow fight Captain-Commander without being at a disadvantage..."

Sasakibe's eyes were wide, his voice filled with undisguised shock.

The last time he had encountered an opponent of this level was that Quincy named Yhwach.

Makoto's subordinates were also staring intently at the center of the battlefield, their gazes all fixed on the point where Ryujin Jakka and the three chainsaws met.

Yu and the others' pupils contracted slightly. They noticed that after Ryujin Jakka collided with the chainsaws, it wasn't directly erased like Baraggan's decay power or Aizen's Kido had been.

Clearly, there was only one reason... Yamamoto's Reiatsu was already powerful enough to partially resist Makoto's erasure ability.

This was the first time since they had followed Makoto that they had seen an enemy withstand their boss's erasure power head-on without being instantly eliminated.

"Brat, was this Hollowfication business a joint operation with Urahara Kisuke? Or is it just the work of you Hollows, framing that Urahara kid?"

Yamamoto swung his blade while interrogating Makoto.

With each swing, the air between their blades was compressed to its limit. Reishi, under extreme heat and pressure, kept exploding, producing a series of spatial detonations.

Makoto blinked. His attacks didn't stop, but his mind raced for an answer.

He quickly weighed the pros and cons.

Several scenarios flashed through his mind, each with its own advantages and disadvantages. He needed to find the answer that would maximize his benefit.

But seeing Makoto hesitate for a few seconds, Yamamoto couldn't be bothered to waste words with him. He shouted, "Never mind! I'll just beat you half to death and question you later!"

With that, the muscles in the old man's arms swelled again. The flame temperature on Ryujin Jakka's blade soared, turning from red to white-hot. The air around the blade was scorched into a warped distortion.

Even fiercer flames than those used against the Four Gay Bros erupted from the blade.

At this moment, the old man Yamamoto had completely seized the advantage. Each swing of Ryujin Jakka forced Makoto back several steps. Even with all three chainsaws swinging wildly, he could only barely deflect most of the attacks.

Flames seeped through the gaps in Makoto's defense. Although the chainsaws could erase most of the flames upon direct contact,

The range of the flames was just too vast. Residual flames still spread along the edges of the chainsaws onto his body, engulfing half his arm in a sea of fire.

"Boss!"

The Four Gay Bros, Yu, Beam, and the others all changed expressions simultaneously. The Teddy Devil had even taken a step forward, ready to charge in.

"Woof woof woof woof!"

Pochi was frantically running in circles, all six eyes wide open.

Fortunately, this overwhelming flame sword pressure didn't last too long.

Makoto seized an opening and retreated several miles.

But his condition wasn't good.

The white bone armor symbolizing his Hollow power was scorched black. The bone armor on his right arm had even been burned through in several places, revealing the still-smoking flesh beneath.

Not just in the Bleach World, but in any world they had previously visited, Yu and the others had never seen Makoto suffer such severe injuries.

Makoto looked down at his charred bone armor and still-smoking arm. High-Speed Regeneration had already begun, with new skin visibly covering the wounds.

"Not bad High-Speed Regeneration..."

The old man Yamamoto squinted, studying Makoto's healing burns. But mid-sentence, he suddenly raised his voice, which exploded over the Seireitei, "But my next attack will burn you to death!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the entire Seireitei, indeed even half of the Soul Society, trembled violently.

An awe-inspiring Reiatsu, like a volcanic eruption, surged from Yamamoto's body. The heat of that Reiatsu was so intense that even the Shinigami watching from the edge of the battlefield found it hard to breathe.

Instantly, endless fire tornadoes burst from the ground, one after another, rising into the sky, each like a pillar of flame connecting heaven and earth.

Then came a second, a third, a fourth... dozens of towering flame pillars rose from all directions, surrounding the ruins of the 12th Division, forming an impassable cage of heat between them.

This was the technique Yamamoto had prepared to kill Aizen in the future Karakura Town battle, the strongest technique in Ryujin Jakka's Shikai state.

Ennetsu Jigoku.

Sasakibe's face turned deathly pale.

'Was Captain-Commander planning to kill the opponent directly?'

But thinking about it, it wasn't wrong.

Given the strength Makoto had shown so far, it was truly cause for alarm.

If this level of Hollow continued to grow, who knew how high he could reach?

Killing him now was the best option. And even if they needed information, they could question his subordinates.

Sensing the world-ending aura of Ennetsu Jigoku, Psykos, Nel, and Harribel, far away in the Tsunayashiro Clan's compound, simultaneously stopped what they were doing and, without hesitation, turned and rushed toward the 12th Division.

Ulquiorra and Starrk, who had been drawing attention at the 2nd Division, also disengaged from their skirmish with Isshin and Kiganjo almost at the same instant, flapped their black wings, and vanished from the spot.

The Shinigami who had followed them to the 12th Division also converged on the area.

By the time they arrived, they could already hear their Captain-Commander's thunderous roar.

"Die, brat!"

At that command, the dozens of sky-piercing flame pillars simultaneously converged from all directions, closing in to swallow Makoto.

Before the flames had even fully closed, the stone slabs on the ground had begun to melt. The air shrieked from the heat.

Nel and Harribel's eyes went wide. Their faces beneath their masks turned deathly pale.

Yu, Beam, Pochi, and the others quickly prepared to attack and help defend.

But at this critical moment, a strange black Reiatsu began to emanate from Makoto's body.

Ennetsu Jigoku had completely closed in, engulfing Makoto's body in a sea of flames.

The converging flame pillars formed a massive flame grave. The intense heat expelled all the surrounding air, creating a vacuum zone.

The watching Shinigami were forced to retreat again.

But just before Makoto was swallowed by the flames, Aizen, who had also arrived, noticed an extremely subtle change.

The chainsaw helmet on Makoto's face was cracking, fine fissures spreading inch by inch.

'Could it be...'

Aizen's peripheral vision quickly glanced at Ulquiorra and Starrk standing not far away.

A thought crossed Aizen's mind.

"That Vasto Lorde is finished."

Sasakibe let out a long sigh of relief.

In his view, Makoto couldn't possibly survive such an attack.

Now all they had to do was capture the opponent's subordinates, interrogate them thoroughly about the truth behind this incident, and investigate Kisuke's involvement. The night's chaos could finally be wrapped up.

But just then, a voice suddenly echoed without warning in the ears of all the Hollows and Shinigami present.

"Erase it, Pochita."

Behind Aizen's glasses, his eyes widened almost imperceptibly for a moment.

'Was that... the release command for a Zanpakuto?'

The moment the words left his mouth, Ennetsu Jigoku, which had seemed about to incinerate the very world, was suddenly erased, as if by an invisible eraser on a canvas.

The dozens of sky-piercing flame pillars vanished in the same instant, as if they had never existed from the start.

Along with the scorch marks they had left on the ground, all returning to nothingness in the blink of an eye.

Everyone looked again, dumbfounded.

The figure that had stood at the center of the converging flame pillars now appeared in a completely new form.

His body was more imposing than before. Thick scale-like armor covered his entire body, its surface covered in jagged, angular protrusions, gleaming with a cold, matte sheen.

Spikes rose from his shoulders and back, each like an inverted dagger, radiating an overwhelming presence.

His arms split at the elbow into four forearms, each equipped with an independent heavy chainsaw at its end.

Four chainsaws in total, all emitting a low, deadly hum under the moonlight.

Yu and the others were all too familiar with this form.

The Chainsaw Man's Black Saw Form... one of their boss's ultimate trump cards.

No, it was different. This Black Saw Form retained a significant amount of Hollow traits. The scales, which had originally been as pitch-black as the abyss, were now covered in a layer of cold white bone armor.

"He actually achieved Arrancarization at a time like this."

Mayuri blinked, speaking in disbelief.

Although he might admit he was slightly less skilled than Kisuke and Aizen in research ability, he knew a little about the theory of Hollow's Arrancarization.

And Makoto's current state was clearly a case of achieving Arrancarization within the nearly fatal Ennetsu Jigoku, and then performing Resurrección the moment Arrancarization was complete.

But achieving Arrancarization itself, though surprising, was still within the realm of comprehension.

What truly baffled Mayuri was how that guy had managed to dispel Yamamoto's Ennetsu Jigoku.

'His erasure power has reached a new level?'

Aizen, Gin, Tosen, and the others, who had already witnessed Makoto's erasure ability, almost simultaneously made their own deductions.

In their view, after achieving self-Arrancarization and releasing his Zanpakuto, that already ridiculously strong erasure power must have undergone a qualitative leap.

It could even directly erase the Captain-Commander's strongest technique in Shikai state.

But just as everyone, including Makoto's own subordinates, was convinced that his ability was an upgraded version of 'erasure'—

Yamamoto suddenly raised his hand to his forehead.

As if something had struck him.

Seeing this, Kyoraku and Ukitake, who had just arrived on the battlefield, changed expressions dramatically. They both used Shunpo to rush to their teacher's side.

Kyoraku grabbed his teacher's arm. Ukitake stood in front of him, warily watching Makoto across from them.

"Hey, Old Man Yama! What's wrong?!"

Kyoraku's voice carried an uncharacteristic note of panic.

His usually carefree face now showed only undisguised shock.

What had happened?

He had clearly seen that the old man hadn't been hit by any attack.

And there were indeed no new wounds on Yamamoto's body.

"What's going on..."

Yamamoto muttered to himself.

Makoto, in his new Black Saw Form, slowly descended from midair. The four chainsaws on his four forearms hummed in unison, his voice carrying a hint of undisguised amusement.

"Already forgotten Ennetsu Jigoku? That's normal. After all, it's been erased from this world."

As soon as he said this, everyone's expressions changed simultaneously.

'Erased from this world? What did that mean?'