In the world of Bleach Anime.
The battlefield was silent but for the crackle of distant flames and the faint hum of spiritual energy that lingered in the air, a grim requiem for the Soul Society. Yamamoto Genryūsai stood tall, his once-unyielding frame now a somber echo of the warrior he had been in his prime. His gaze fixed on Yhwach, the shadow of regret and inevitability clouding his piercing eyes.
"He has grown even stronger," Yamamoto mused, his thoughts as heavy as the ashes that fell around them. "And I... I am but a fragment of the man I was. Age has dulled my blade and sapped my strength. In this twilight of my years, there is no path to victory, not against him. Not as I am now."
He tightened his grip on Ryūjin Jakka, its embers flickering defiantly against the despair clawing at his spirit. The world around them was already in ruin—rivers of flame and debris stretched as far as the eye could see. Yet, the flames were beginning to die out under the rain that had started to fall. The Soul Society—his life's work and sacred duty—lay ravaged, a grim testament to the futility of this war.
"His purpose here is fulfilled. There is no reason to continue this battle, no victory to claim, only more loss. Squad Zero... they will have to face him, as I no longer can. Their strength now surpasses my own. As for me..." He closed his eyes briefly, the weight of centuries pressing down upon him. "...I am tired. So tired."
Yamamoto exhaled deeply, his resolve hardening despite the futility he saw in his path. His heart burned with anger at his own inadequacy, sorrow for the countless lives lost, and a faint flicker of pride for the legacy he hoped would endure beyond his end. With a roar that echoed through the broken sky, he swung his mighty blade, unleashing a final surge of power.
But Yhwach was ready.
With a speed and precision that defied comprehension, Yhwach struck, a single slash that cut through Yamamoto's defences as though they were paper. The impact was final, devastating, and absolute. In an instant, the greatest Shinigami the Soul Society had ever known fell. His body crumpled to the scorched earth, his lifeless eyes reflecting the distant flames as if the very world mourned his passing.
(A/N: I find it hard to accept that someone like Yama would die at the hands of Yhwach with just one sword slash. So, I've come up with a random reason based on my opinion and what people on Reddit and Quora have discussed—a justification for Yama's death.)
After this, Yamamoto's mind fell into complete and utter darkness. For an indeterminate length of time, his consciousness remained submerged in this void. Finally, he began to regain awareness. Opening his eyes with great difficulty, he found himself staring at a middle-aged woman who seemed to be holding him in her arms.
"What is happening right now? Is this some kind of elaborate joke?" Yamamoto thought, utterly baffled by the bizarre situation in which he found himself.
"The baby is not crying. This isn't a good sign. It seems I need to slap him on the butt to make him cry," the midwife remarked, her tone matter-of-fact.
"What language is this woman speaking?" Yamamoto wondered, clearly perplexed by the unfamiliar words. Before he could even begin to make sense of the strange circumstances, he was abruptly turned upside down and felt a hard slap on his buttocks.
Yamamoto immediately started crying and thought, "I, the Captain-Commander of Gotei 13, am crying? No, this crying is the instinct of this body. I have no control over it."
It took Yamamoto a few seconds to control his crying, but he still felt pain on his butt due to the slap.
"Midwife, don't make my child cry," came a weak voice of a woman, full of exhaustion.
"This is a necessary process, Madam. Everything is fine; don't worry. Here, now you can take a look at your son," said the midwife, handing the baby (Yamamoto) to Alenna.
Yamamoto looked at the woman, and seeing the motherly love in her eyes, he understood that this woman must be the mother of this body.
"Now I think I understand what is happening. I have reincarnated in the form of a baby, and this woman with blond hair seems to be my mother. But why is this happening shouldn't I be in the Eternal Hell right now after my death," thought Yamamoto, realization dawning on his face.
"You look exactly like your father, my dear son," Alenna remarked tenderly as she leaned in to plant a kiss on Yamamoto's forehead.
"This feeling is something entirely different and quite extraordinary. I can scarcely recall if I ever had a mother. Though I don't understand a word she speaks, the love in her gestures and expressions is unmistakable," ruminated Yamamoto. A heartfelt smile, a feature he had lost years ago, now graced his cherubic face, accentuating his innate cuteness.
Observing this heartwarming sight, Alenna found herself overcome with an even deeper surge of motherly affection.
Finally, in that moment when Alenna's maternal love was at its peak, the midwife gently interjected, "Madam, it is time now for you to breastfeed the baby."
Alenna nodded and gently brought Yamamoto to her chest, beginning to breastfeed him with a nurturing and comforting touch. Although Yamamoto had been an old man before being reborn into this new life, he didn't entertain any inappropriate thoughts. The woman in front of him was now his mother, and he instinctively felt a sense of security and warmth. Without any discomfort or hesitation, he began to feed on his mother's breast milk, finding it surprisingly natural and soothing.
(A/N: "I know this line (the line in previous para in bold and italics) is unnecessary, but I have read many villain novels. When I was writing, this was the instinctive explanation I wrote. Those who have read villain novels will understand why I included this line.")
Just after a few seconds, a man with striking red hair came into Yamamoto's view. This man appeared to be speaking to his mother in a language that Yamamoto didn't understand, but he noticed that their interaction was relaxed and familiar. The man spoke comfortably and with ease, suggesting a deep familiarity with the woman who was now Yamamoto's mother. Yamamoto deduced that this man must be his father, given how comfortably his mother continued breastfeeding him even in the presence of this red-haired man, indicating a family bond.
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