NIGERUNDAYO!!!

After a moment, as the black light dissipated, everyone's eyes were drawn to Saikyō's Zanpakutō, which gradually revealed its true form. It had transformed into a massive scythe adorned with black and white patterns, a dark red handle, and a crescent-shaped blade that gleamed with a radiant white light. The ominous aura surrounding it made the weapon seem like it had come from the underworld itself.

This terrifying Shinigami scythe, Yanmo Dark Scythe, exuded an aura of power and mystery, transforming Saikyō into a deadly Shinigami. The name Yanmo, which resonated with dark power, carried with it a terrifying presence, as if it were the weapon of an evil spirit.

"Hahaha!"

"So that's what your Zanpakutō looks like!" Zaraki Kenpachi's wild laughter echoed through the air. He could sense the familiar presence of death in Yanmo. It was the kind of dark, destructive energy that seemed to come from the depths of hell itself, almost like it belonged to an evil spirit.

All of this only further fueled Zaraki Kenpachi's excitement. His thirst for battle was stronger than ever.

"Yanmo Dark Scythe..."

Ignoring Zaraki Kenpachi's excitement, Saikyō remained silent, studying the massive scythe in his hands and feeling the power emanating from it. Though it looked like a weapon designed for physical attacks, Saikyō knew that Yanmo was much more than that.

Its fire attribute, wind attribute, earth attribute, water attribute, lightning attribute, and even the time and space attribute—all these Reiatsu attributes combined gave Yanmo immense potential.

In truth, Yanmo Dark Scythe was like an all-purpose Zanpakutō, possessing various elemental powers along with its physical strength.

"Zaraki Kenpachi..."

"Thanks to you, Yanmo awakened earlier than I expected!" Saikyō grinned confidently as he swung the massive scythe, feeling the new surge of power it granted him.

With Yanmo Dark Scythe now fully awakened, Saikyō felt transformed, filled with newfound strength and confidence.

Meeting Zaraki Kenpachi's intense gaze, Saikyō lunged forward with lightning speed, swinging the scythe like a phantom in the night.

"Moeagare, Yanmo!"

As the release command echoed through the air, flames erupted from the scythe, dancing like blue flames of a will-o'-the-wisp. The fire illuminated the area, casting shadows and creating an atmosphere of death.

"A fire attribute Zanpakutō? It didn't seem like it at first..." muttered Madarame Ikkaku, puzzled by the sudden burst of flames. He hadn't sensed any fire Reiatsu earlier, so seeing the flames now left him shocked.

"No, Ikkaku, look closer," Ayasegawa Yumichika remarked cautiously. "There's more to his Zanpakutō than just fire. I can sense other hidden powers within it."

"Other powers?" Ikkaku's eyes widened in disbelief. "Is it a multi-attribute Zanpakutō? That's crazy!"

While Ikkaku and Yumichika debated, Saikyō was already deep in the battle. He swung Yanmo Dark Scythe at Zaraki Kenpachi, the blade's flames trailing in the air like a scorching wind, aiming straight for Zaraki's chest.

Clang!

The sharp sound of clashing metal rang out as Zaraki Kenpachi blocked the blow with his notched Zanpakutō, a wild grin on his face. He seemed to relish the intensity of the battle. The flames from Yanmo enveloped him, setting his clothes ablaze as if trying to consume him.

But instead of showing fear, Zaraki Kenpachi stood tall, looking more excited than ever.

"Is it over? Did Saikyō-san manage to bring down the monster?" Ikkaku and Yumichika held their breath, hopeful that the end of the battle was near. But Saikyō, who was still pressing the attack, didn't relax for a moment.

"Chikyū, Yanmo!"

Saikyō switched to the earth attribute, and with a wave of his scythe, the ground beneath them shook violently. The earth around them cracked and crumbled, forming a swirling vortex of sand. Within seconds, the sandstorm grew into a massive tidal wave, rushing forward to engulf Zaraki Kenpachi.

In an instant, Zaraki Kenpachi was buried beneath the sea of sand.

The tide had turned once again.

"Is it really a multi-attribute Zanpakutō...?" Ikkaku stared in disbelief. Flames and sand—two completely different elements—had been summoned in mere seconds.

"What are you two waiting for? Get out of here!" Saikyō's voice called out as he withdrew Yanmo Dark Scythe with a sigh.

"Huh?" Ikkaku and Yumichika hadn't expected such an order.

"We need to leave. That sand won't hold Zaraki Kenpachi for long, and when he breaks free, it'll be dangerous," Saikyō explained as he appeared by their side. "Now's our chance. Trust me, I've fought enough to know this isn't over."

"Well, I guess it's time to go," Ikkaku sighed, giving one last glance at Zaraki Kenpachi. As someone who loved battle, Ikkaku couldn't help but admire Zaraki Kenpachi's strength. He knew that following a warrior of Zaraki's caliber would help him achieve his ultimate goal—dying in a glorious battle under a powerful leader.

"See you around, Yachiru-chan," Saikyō called out playfully as he waved toward Yachiru Kusajishi, who had been silently observing from the rooftops.

Throughout the battle, Saikyō had sensed Yachiru's presence. He knew she was a powerful figure in her own right, though she hadn't intervened directly.

"Aaah, Saikyō-kun, you were amazing!" Yachiru called back, making a peace sign with her fingers and flashing a cute grin. "Thanks to you, Kenny really had a lot of fun today. I appreciate it!"

Her words took Saikyō by surprise. He hadn't expected her to be so friendly or express her gratitude so openly. Despite the chaotic battle, it seemed he had left a good impression on her.

And with that, under Yachiru's cheerful gaze, Saikyō and the others made their quick escape, leaving the Zaraki District behind as the sandstorm continued to rage.