With that, Makoto's body began to change.
The signature, ferocious chainsaws burst from both elbows again. But unlike the previously shown Black Chainsaw Form, these were distinctly different—
The chainsaws emerging from both elbows were clearly divided into black and white. One pure black like the abyss, the other pure white like fresh snow. The two chainsaws rotated slowly on the outside of his arms, like a Taiji yin-yang fish, each responding to and opposing the other.
"What form is that?"
The watching Sternritter remnants like Haschwalth, and even some of Makoto's own subordinates, changed expressions.
In all the intelligence they had gathered, no one knew Makoto had this technique.
They had heard of the Black Chainsaw Form, but this black-and-white dual chainsaw form had never been mentioned in any after-action report from the three-way battle nine years ago.
'Could it be a new ability he gained after becoming the Soul King?'
Yhwach in his Almighty state narrowed his pupils. Reishi rapidly condensed above him, forming a super-giant Reishi bow over a hundred meters in diameter.
The bowstring was drawn by an invisible force. Several giant Reishi Arrows, each the size of an entire barracks, took shape on the bowstring, their tips aimed at Makoto.
Grand Holy Bow... the strongest variant of Heilig Pfeil, capable of turning the Seireitei into a basin with a single shot.
Makoto casually raised his left hand, swinging that pure black chainsaw lightly.
Like shooing away a mosquito buzzing past his ear.
That giant Reishi Arrow, along with the entire Grand Holy Bow, upon contact with the invisible wave emitted by the black chainsaw, vanished silently as if erased from a canvas by an eraser.
To be precise, it was erased from the level of existence itself.
The Sternritter were aware of this ability.
Makoto's erasure ability... any technique struck by that black chainsaw would be completely erased from the world, and the user and all witnesses would forever forget the technique ever existed. Only Makoto himself would remember.
It was rule-level negation.
But Yhwach shouted, "I... grant myself the Grand Holy Bow!"
The Almighty activated. Through his word-based power, Yhwach could retrieve techniques that had been erased and forgotten by the world from nothingness.
If Makoto's ability was negation, then his was the negation of negation. This was his greatest trump card for standing before Makoto.
"Then try this."
Makoto's tone remained light.
This time he raised his right hand, the white chainsaw that no one had ever seen before.
The white chainsaw didn't emit the unsettling low hum of the black chainsaw, but carried a serene melody.
He swung casually, even more casually than when he erased the Grand Holy Bow.
The next instant, a massive gash exploded without warning on Yhwach's chest.
Blood gushed from the wound like a breached dam.
This wound had appeared out of thin air, as if it had always existed on Yhwach's body, only now revealed to everyone.
Everyone was stunned.
Even Nayuta, who had dragged the entire Seireitei into absolute darkness, hadn't been able to truly harm Yhwach in his Almighty state.
But against Makoto's slash, Yhwach couldn't avoid it.
For the first time, undisguised shock appeared on Yhwach's face.
Because in his Almighty eyes, across all the parallel timelines he observed, every single one showed his chest being slashed open and blood flying.
There was no future where he dodged or blocked this slash.
"This is the true reality you can see."
Makoto sneered, his tone laced with undisguised mockery.
Even The Almighty couldn't give Yhwach much sense of security anymore. Clutching the still-bleeding gash on his chest, he demanded, "What exactly is that ability?!"
"One blade of benevolence, one blade of righteousness..."
Makoto drawled mockingly, "Ah, never mind... Anyway, no rush. First, relive your nightmares."
With that, Makoto's right-hand white chainsaw lightly swung again.
The blade's trajectory left a pure white arc in the air, like a door being pushed open.
Then, under the watching eyes of everyone who nearly had their eyeballs pop out, a burly middle-aged man with a signature mustache, his Shihakusho stretched taut over his powerful muscles, stepped out of the light arc.
The Ryujin Jakka at his waist still radiated scorching heat.
His eyes, tempered by countless battles, burned with unreserved fighting spirit.
It was Yamamoto Genryusai at the peak of his power a thousand years ago!
"How is this possible?!"
Kyoraku was completely thrown off.
His teacher, Yamamoto, had clearly been in retirement since the great war nine years ago. He had lost Ryujin Jakka and become an ordinary old man.
His main activities were playing chess and drinking tea.
How did he suddenly appear here?
And in this prime, peak form!
Before anyone could recover from the shock, the prime Yamamoto said not a word of waste. He drew his blade.
"All Things in the Universe, Turn to Ashes... Ryujin Jakka." His low voice resonated in the air. "Bankai: Zanka no Tachi."
Ryujin Jakka's blade instantly turned pitch-black. Zanka no Tachi's Bankai form descended upon the Seireitei once more after a millennium.
Prime Yamamoto's feet slammed down. His body shot toward Yhwach like a burning meteor.
The moment Zanka no Tachi descended, East: Kyokujitsujin concentrated the blade tip's heat to its extreme, unleashing a nearly invisible thermal trajectory.
Yhwach blocked with his Quincy Cross Blade. The moment the two blades clashed, spiderweb-like cracks spread through space. The sickly sweet smell of blood vaporized by high temperature filled the air.
Prime Yamamoto's assault didn't pause. As the Kyokujitsujin's momentum lingered, a second strike... North: Tenchi Kaijin... came slashing from another angle!
Where the blade passed, even the air was burned to plasma.
Yhwach, through the Almighty, saw the trajectory of every strike, but Prime Yamamoto's offense was like a volcanic eruption... wave after wave, unrelenting.
Yhwach's limbs were severed and regenerated over a dozen times during this onslaught. Each time his word-based power regrew them faster than the last, but Prime Yamamoto's blade speed also rose in sync.
Just as Yhwach used the Almighty to swap to a timeline where he avoided a fatal blow, another strike from Prime Yamamoto came from the opposite direction.
This speed was completely beyond the imagination of young Shinigami like Toshiro.
"Want a few more?"
Makoto's white chainsaw swung again.
Another three prime Yamamoto stepped out of the light arc, each radiating the same peak Reiatsu as the first.
And each, the moment they stepped out, drew their blades, released, and lunged at Yhwach.
Four Zanka no Tachi in Bankai simultaneously. Four East: Kyokujitsujin descended from four directions.
The temperature above the Seireitei soared to an immeasurable level in an instant. The clouds were shredded into fragments by four thermal trajectories. Even the distant houses in the Rukongai began to curl and smoke under the heatwave.
Yhwach was surrounded on all four sides.
"I... grant myself absolute defense!"
He roared, activating his word-based power. The Almighty was pushed to its limit. Countless timelines unfurled before him simultaneously.
But in every timeline, four enraged prime Yamamotos stood before him, and four Zanka no Tachi descended from four directions.
One Zanka no Tachi struck Yhwach's right shoulder. The blood evaporated before it could even splash from the blade's heat.
Yhwach grunted, his Quincy Cross Blade knocking that Zanka no Tachi aside. But the second had already slashed from his rear-left, severing his left leg.
Yhwach, as he fell, used his word-based power to regrow his leg.
But the third Zanka no Tachi had already descended from above. He raised his blade in a panicked block, and his entire body was slammed into the ruins below by the sheer force.
Before he could even crawl out of the ruins, the four prime Yamamotos had already landed at the edge of the ruins, surrounding him.
Yhwach finally lost his composure, his voice carrying undisguised rage: "How is this possible?! How can I be defeated by such a trick—"
A prime Yamamoto's blade descended, cutting off his roar.
Four Zanka no Tachi, like four soul-reaping scythes, slashed at Yhwach in rotation.
The once-arrogant Sternritter remnants behind him could only watch helplessly as their king was repeatedly hacked to pieces in the ruins.
Haschwalth drew his sword and tried to charge in, but a single glance from Aizen pinned him in place.
Yu's gun barrels shifted slightly, precisely blocking any possible reinforcement route for the other Schutzstaffel's members.
Everyone watched as Yhwach was repeatedly slashed, blow after blow, in the ruins by four prime Yamamoto.
And the instigator just stood in mid-air, with a faint smile on his lips, like playing with a child.
By now, the watching Sternritter remnants, the Gotei 13, and Makoto's Arrancar army were all stunned.
Yhwach's Almighty was already the most defying existence in their understanding. Nayuta's darkness power was already twisted enough.
But this scene... four Yamamoto chasing the Quincy King down and hacking him... had completely exceeded their comprehension of what 'battle' meant.
'What exactly was that ability?'
"Hey, stop being so secretive. Tell me what that ability is!"
Nayuta was probably the only person in the entire field who dared to speak to Makoto like that.
She walked over directly and slapped Makoto's backside.
Makoto, annoyed, kicked the girl's backside in return, and finally explained: "One blade of erasure, one blade of creation. You've all seen the black one before. The white one—"
He raised his right hand. The pure white chainsaw hummed faintly in the air. "—it can turn anything in this world into whatever I want."
That's right. This was the new power Makoto had gained after becoming the Soul King... Creation.
If his previously awakened Resurrección power was erasing certain things from this world, then this new power was its complete opposite... creation.
Whether it was people, objects, or anything else, Makoto, like the author of a book, could create whatever he wanted. Just like the Titan Prometheus creating humans.
This was truly the power of a creator god.
Which meant, these prime Yamamoto weren't, as Aizen might have imagined, summoned from the past.
They were 'molded' by Makoto's imagination.
Each swing of the white chainsaw was like adding a new stroke to the canvas of reality.
And if Makoto wanted, he could create several Yhwachs and have them tear each other apart.
But compared to that, Makoto preferred to use the man who had been Yhwach's nightmare for a millennium to humiliate him.
If it weren't for worrying that beings of Arceus or Goku's level might be too problematic if brought out, Makoto would have wanted to create one and see if a single Judgment or Spirit Bomb could kill this beast Yhwach.
After hearing Makoto's explanation, everyone present fell silent.
They had thought Yhwach's Almighty and Nayuta's darkness power were already twisted enough. They never expected Makoto to bring out creation itself.
This wasn't battle anymore. This was rewriting the world's source code.