2-2 Zanka no Tachi

Captain Unohana? Does your skin feel dry all of a sudden, like mine does?

It's so cute, Isane, that with everything that's going on, you can be worried about your complexion.

Oh, I didn't mean it like that!

(You don't have much time, Head Captain. Please be quick about it. Or you could end up destroying the very world you're trying to protect.)

Huh?

So much for using my Hyorinmaru.

You've noticed, right? How all of a sudden every drop of water in the Soul Society seems to be evaporating?

This can only mean...

...he's using it.

Bankai! Zanka no Tachi!

Bankai? That sad, scorched old sword is his Bankai?

Don't be fooled by its appearance. Zanka no Tachi is a Bankai that seals the power of all his flames within that single blade.

It is a sword of hellfire. One blow from it and it's all over.

That's right. You should know this Bankai well. It's the one you saw a thousand years ago.

Then again, is it? After all, it's been quite a while since the last time we fought. Judge for yourself whether it's still the same.

(He cut me, but there are no flames! Is his Bankai really different than it was a thousand years ago?)

(Flames are still his Bankai's power, clearly. But where are they? Where are those accursed flames?!)

(The tip of his blade!)

Correct!

Zanka no Tachi, East! Kyokujitsujin!

By using this technique, I have focused all the heat and power of my flames into just the tip of my sword.

It does not burn or emit an explosive flame. Instead, everything it touches is simply blown away without a trace! Like this!

Then I'll have to avoid it, won't I? Until the moment I cut you down!

But how...?

What happened a thousand years ago is that every one of you died.

Now, I am finally going to force you to realize that you and all of your subordinates are nothing more than a pile of corpses, just waiting for my flames to light their funeral pyre!

The flames!

There, I have told you about my Zanka no Tachi, East. But where there's an East, there's also a West.

Zanka no Tachi, West. Zanjitsu Gokui!

It burns at a temperature of fifteen million degrees Celsius. You can no longer touch me or even get close to me.

When I use my Bankai, think of my body and my blade as having been enveloped by the sun.

(Flames that are fifteen million degrees Celsius? How could such an immense heat even be visible to us?)

(Is this an illusion? Or...)

(Could it be that your Spiritual Pressure is so overwhelmingly powerful that it takes on the appearance of flames when it bursts out of you...)

(...Shigekuni Yamamoto?!)

Now then, I must bring this to a close, Yhwach.

You see, if I don't end this soon, it won't be just you. I and the rest of the Soul Society will burn to ashes, as well.