LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 187: Chapter 188: As Long As I'm Alive
The spreading green grass seemed to breathe life into the desolate, deathly still night, bringing a glimmer of hope...
Blades of grass stretched outward, connecting with the members of the Sixth Division, swiftly restoring their strength. Their spirits were instantly revitalized.
Kuchiki Sojun, having mastered the Bankai form of his spiritual body, had undoubtedly reached the level of a captain. The spiritual particles forming his body were fundamentally different from those of ordinary Shinigami.
However, Sojun's wounds were of a particularly severe nature, beyond even the current abilities of Makoto to heal instantaneously.
Yet, with Makoto's mastery of healing and Kaido improving by the day, he managed to manipulate spiritual particles to temporarily seal every bleeding point in Sojun's body. This prevented further deterioration and preserved his basic combat capabilities.
This scene, which almost seemed to alter the battlefield's terrain, caused a momentary pause in the ongoing skirmish.
Byakuya, battered and disheveled, stared at the familiar green grass beneath his feet. A fleeting look of relief crossed his face as he abruptly turned towards Makoto.
On higher ground, under the cold night winds, Makoto stood clad in his Shihakusho. His gentle yet steadfast figure exuded reliability.
"Makoto!"
Byakuya couldn't help but shout.
Makoto, however, made no move to approach the battlefield. He simply waved at Byakuya from afar, his composed demeanor as a healer giving the Sixth Division Shinigami a renewed sense of security.
Even Sojun, whose brows had been furrowed tightly in pain, reached back to touch the wound on his lower back. Thanks to the grass, the bleeding had stopped. His expression softened as he nodded slightly in Makoto's direction.
The other members of the Sixth Division, feeling their spiritual bodies mending rapidly, found their morale soaring.
More importantly, with the Vice-Captain of the Fourth Division on the scene, reinforcements from the Seireitei were surely not far behind.
The humanoid Adjuchas, its glowing yellow eyes filled with malice, shifted its gaze briefly before once again darting towards Sojun in a blur.
Its high intelligence made it keenly aware that Sojun was the only true threat among the gathered Shinigami.
And, it couldn't resist...
The instincts of Hollows drove them to devour souls endlessly, filling the void within themselves. For this Adjuchas, Sojun—a noble from one of the Four Great Noble Houses, a wielder of Bankai—was an irresistible delicacy.
What made the Adjuchas even bolder was its knowledge, gained from weeks of observation, that Sojun's body suffered from some chronic ailment, leaving him perpetually weakened.
This confidence drove the Adjuchas to launch its deadly assault. Though Sojun reacted swiftly, evading a fatal blow, his injuries were still severe.
Now, with Makoto's arrival, the Adjuchas understood its time was running out. It had to consume its prize before reinforcements arrived.
Boom!
In an instant, the Adjuchas clashed with Sojun, their immense spiritual pressures colliding and tearing at each other.
But before it could press its advantage, a storm of cherry blossoms and a barrage of binding spells from the Sixth Division rained down upon it.
Though composed of nobles, the Sixth Division knew well the value of a strategic group attack.
The Adjuchas, however, displayed an alarming agility, effortlessly evading most of the strikes with a few deft movements. It retaliated by flinging a flurry of Bala towards the surrounding Shinigami, some aimed directly at the distant Makoto.
The Bala were blindingly fast, exploding in rapid succession around the battlefield and speeding towards Makoto's position.
But...
This was not the same Makoto who had once struggled against a "dim-witted" Adjuchas, emerging battered and nearly losing half his chest to a Cero.
With a mere lift of his brow, nine blades of grass at Makoto's feet surged into towering trees, intertwining into a massive wooden mask-like shield in front of him.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Bala struck the wooden shield in a series of deafening explosions.
As the faint smoke cleared, the mask remained unscathed, protecting Makoto perfectly.
While Makoto could defend against the Adjuchas' assault with ease, the rest of the Sixth Division wasn't as fortunate.
Only Byakuya, using his disdainfully honed Shunpo, managed to escape unscathed. The others, caught off guard, sustained injuries of varying degrees. Some who were hit by multiple Bala lay charred on the ground.
But in the next moment, green grass glowing with life enveloped the injured Shinigami.
The Adjuchas watched in astonishment as the severely wounded Shinigami began to heal rapidly, their recovery akin to the Hollow's own regenerative abilities.
The members of the Sixth Division, too, were dumbfounded by the speed of their recovery.
So powerful...
This was the strength of the Fourth Division's Vice-Captain, Senju Makoto!
Even those charred blackened by the blasts slowly rose to their feet, stunned.
This... This must be a joke…
Aside from the pain, no one was dying!
What should have been a morale-crushing attack by the Adjuchas instead filled the Sixth Division with unprecedented confidence.
"As long as I'm alive, I will never let you suffer!"
Makoto's gentle yet resolute voice rang out from the edge of the battlefield, reaching every Shinigami's ears. It warmed their hearts, giving them renewed strength to fight on.
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