Help! I am bound to Aizen!-Chapter 213

Chapter 213

“An even stronger move than Human Cannon, huh…”

Kaelith closed his eyes, tilting his head back in deep thought.

His first idea was to stack Yingda on top of his Pseudo Four-Bone Strike.

But the technique demands such precise control—like trying to replicate a pro gamer’s infinite input combo.

It might sound simple in theory, but pulling it off in reality was a whole different story.

From Aizen’s tone, Kaelith gathered he wanted a more reliable attack, not something that combined too many risky tricks and insane execution.

All right then… what else did he have?

After a few seconds, Kaelith raised his arm, determination flashing in his eyes.

He drew his Zanpakutō and pressed the blade against his forearm.

“Wait—what are you planning?”

Seeing Kaelith’s maneuver, Aizen couldn’t help speaking up.

Kaelith snorted, lifting his chin.

“Ittō Kasō!”

“…?”

Aizen felt his blood pressure surge.

Hadō #96—Ittō Kasō—demanded sacrificing a large, charred portion of one’s body to unleash its terrifying flames.

And “a portion” wasn’t just a fingertip or an earlobe—pulling it off typically cost you an entire arm.

No Kidō healing could ever restore it afterward.

“You really have the guts to use that,” Aizen said coldly.

Kaelith puffed up his chest. “A true man never sweats the small stuff!”

“I wasn’t complimenting you.”

Seeing that Aizen clearly disapproved, Kaelith shook his head.

“In that case, I’ve got another idea.”

“Let’s hear it.”

“Hand me a dose of Serum #9. Then we can show off in style.”

“…?”

Aizen took a steadying breath, fighting to keep calm.

It looked like Kaelith was all out of safer trump cards.

So what now?

By all appearances, Senzo Tsunayashiro had them nearly figured out.

Going head-to-head would be suicide.

His Reiatsu was higher, and even if Aizen threw every ounce of power into illusions, it would only scratch Senzo’s senses for a split second.

With his endurance, a minor distraction wouldn’t decide the fight.

Worst-case scenario: even the surprise attacks that might work had probably been tried (and thwarted) in Senzo’s “loops.”

Which meant he was likely on guard against them now.

They couldn’t flee.

And they couldn’t win—at least not under normal conditions.

That was the power of a truly formidable Zanpakutō.

Thoughts racing, Aizen’s gaze fell on the sword at Kaelith’s waist.

Enra Kyōten.

Maybe it was time.

He could use Enra Kyōten to mimic Rixiang Jimie’s ability, employing that defense-shattering power to lure Senzo into a trap and give Kaelith an opening.

Or he could replicate Ryūjin Jakka for a head-on brawl.

He’d read through Yamamoto’s Zanpakutō details back in the Great Spirit Book Library—he knew enough to simulate it.

How much damage would that do to his soul?

He’d have to find out.

He reached out for the sword, only for Kaelith to clamp a hand around his wrist halfway there.

At Aizen’s startled look, Kaelith drawled lazily:

“Aizen, you said I’d be holding onto it. Don’t tell me you’re going back on your word.”

“Stop playing around—we’re out of time.”

Aizen frowned.

Kaelith’s expression darkened in turn. “Playing around? Kaelith Yurei doesn’t mess around. I take everything seriously.”

He smirked, a bit recklessly.

“Relax, Aizen. As long as I’m here, there’s no need for that blade to strut its stuff.

If Shikai isn’t enough, then it’s time for… Bankai.”

Aizen’s eyes widened. “You’ve achieved Bankai?!”

“No, not at all.” Kaelith shook his head.

Just as Aizen started to bristle, Kaelith drew Rixiang Jimie from its sheath.

“Rixiang Jimie… I might not have learned Bankai yet, but I need your help right now.

If we’re friends, lend me your power—just this once!”

Aizen nearly laughed in exasperation.

If it were so easy—two lines of dialogue to awaken a Zanpakutō’s final form—captain-level Shinigami would be a dime a dozen in the Soul Society.

Even Senzo Tsunayashiro, off in the distance, couldn’t hide his mocking sneer.

So this is the best Yamamoto Shigekuni’s prized disciple can do in a pinch?

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“If he’s gone mad,” Senzo muttered, “I’ll put him out of his misery.”

He swung his Zanpakutō from afar.

A silver crescent of sword pressure tore through the air, screaming toward Kaelith’s neck.

Icy light glinted in Aizen’s eyes as he prepared to move in front, intending to shatter the attack.

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But before he could even step forward, a colossal pillar of Reiatsu erupted around Kaelith.

Crrreeeeaaak!

The sound was like nails on a chalkboard, an ear-grating friction reverberating in the air.

Dense, liquid-like spiritual energy trembled between heaven and earth.

Everyone present snapped their gaze upward, alarmed, eyes fixed on the figure blazing at the pillar’s center—

“Heh… hehehe… gahahaha!!”

Amid that dazzling glow, Kaelith was barely visible. Only his resonating laughter—brimming with fierce resolve—could be heard.

Aizen lifted an arm to shield himself from the gale, all while keeping half an eye on Senzo Tsunayashiro. At the same time, disbelief flickered across Aizen’s face.

…This couldn’t be real, could it?

Senzo, hovering in midair, was shoved back two steps by the monstrous outpouring of power.

He reached out, fingertips brushing the reishi-laden atmosphere.

It was real?!

From his distant vantage, Szayelaporro lost his composure for the first time since the battle started, eyes bulging as though he’d discovered a new frontier.

So his “new boss”… or rather, his boss… actually seized Bankai in such an outlandish way?

He’d spent a thousand years researching Shinigami, yet had never even heard of anything remotely this absurd.

He wanted to drag Kaelith into a lab, dissect him, examine every single organ…

Harribel frowned slightly.

Kaelith’s Reiatsu was overwhelming.

Though she was a Vasto Lorde, she could scarcely stand under that crushing weight.

Nearby Adjuchas fell to their knees; those already injured disintegrated, turning into clouds of black dust.

Harribel took a slow breath, gazing up at the sky.

If Hueco Mundo were to get a true king, ending this brutal chaos… it had to be that man above.

As the glare subsided, Kaelith came into view.

His arms were bare, each hand gripping a gigantic golden claw.

Behind him floated a broad golden shield.

It split in two, spreading into a pair of ornate wings.

A half-face helm emerged, revealing only his cold, gleaming eyes, flanked by two silver horns.

A lightweight layer of silver armor covered his torso and back.

Under everyone’s scrutiny, Kaelith exhaled a long, white plume of breath.

He crossed his arms and flung them wide.

Senzo Tsunayashiro’s eyes went round, his instincts shrieking in alarm.

He gripped his Zanpakutō with both hands, ready to wind time back the moment things went south.

All at once, color drained from his vision—black and white swallowed the entire world.

Kaelith reached one taloned gauntlet forward, unleashing a scythe of silver light that looked poised to cleave the sky itself.

No one could even say when, but in the next instant, Kaelith stood behind Senzo Tsunayashiro.

A hush blanketed the battlefield as Kaelith’s voice echoed slowly—

“Bankai.”

“Rixiang Jimie… Shin Ga Tomyō!”

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Did knew you just had to be nice to get Banki? By the way, one of the meanings is "Illumination of the True Self" or "true self-shining forth" but I will be sticking with the "Shin Ga Tomyō"