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What is wrong with you?!

Man, you suck!

Who are you?

What?

You want the Great Bazz to identify himself first?!

You first, white leek face!

So you're called Bazz?

I'm Jugram.

Jugram Haschwalth.

I put my hands together and pray

Why is fate so cruel?

My will to put on a brave face is about to break

Everything I do seems to go wrong, you know?

Oh, calm down, I still have faith in you

Even if we're apart

Even if you forget about me someday

BLEACH: THOUSAND-YEAR BLOOD WAR

We don't need words to understand each other

We're connected on a higher level

I'm sorry, fate, but you're full of it

So let's laugh it off by putting on a brave face

With you, I think we can alter fate

On lonely nights when I feel like crying

I will pray for you

so that I won't leave you all alone

Bazz-B.

What do you think you're doing?

What am I doing?

Shouldn't you be asking how I'm still alive?

Well?!

Burner Finger One!

I see. Those wounds...

They are not from the enemy,

but from His Majesty's Auswählen, aren't they?

So you were not chosen...

"You," you say?

Everyone below was put through Auswählen.

They were wiped out.

I see. I'm sorry to hear that.

You're sorry? Bullshit...

You knew this would happen, didn't you?

Why are you even asking?

If I told you I didn't, would you believe me?

Sure, why not?

We've known each other for years.

Right,

Jugo?!

Bazz-B...

Call me Bazz, like old times!

Burner Finger Two!

I guess I'm wasting my breath.

It's almost that time, isn't it?

Once His Majesty is asleep, you and he will swap powers.

I'm going to kill His Majesty's power

along with you...the traitor.

Isn't that right, Jugo?

Wow!

You're quite cunning to make the Great Bazz say his name first!

You've got potential!

I didn't make you say it first.

You said it from your side.

Why are you following me?

Isn't it obvious?

A pathetic kid like you could never catch anything,

so I'm watching out for you!

What's with the face? Talk back, will ya?!

You're making me feel like I'm the bad guy here!

You're right.

I still can't make a Heilig Bogen like you.

I am pathetic.

Shut up, Jugo! That's not true!

I can do this because I'm a genius!

You're not as pathetic as you say.

You're the one who said I was pathetic, though...

No one our age can make one like this!

None of your friends can, either, right?

I haven't seen that many, so I wouldn't know.

By the way, mind not calling me Jugo?

I don't like that name.

Why not?

Then what do your parents call you?

I don't have parents. I live with my uncle.

Then what does your uncle call you?

What does it matter?

I don't have to tell you that.

Just leave me alone.

I have to catch a rabbit today and bring it home.

- Ow, what was that for?! - Take it.

What?

I don't hunt so I can eat.

I'm only hunting to show off that I'm a genius.

Jugo. From today on, you're my underling.

Don't worry about what the adults say.

I'll teach you everything you need to know.

Let's become the strongest Quincies ever, Jugo!

Hey, Jugo!

I've been looking for you!

Coming so deep into the forest by yourself!

You're in big trouble!

You can't do anything without me.

Isn't that right?

...my precious Jugo.

You said this was Wahr Welt or something...

Wasn't this Silbern?

When did the name of the castle change?

Let me guess... "I don't have to tell you that," right?

That's what you always used to say.

Let's take this outside.

The castle will be damaged if we continue fighting here.

Burner Finger Three!

Half a year after I first met Jugo,

the small castle where my clan lived

burned to the ground.

It was Yhwach that set it afire.

He was a monster who controlled the northern territory

using strange powers.

They say he's been alive for 200 years

and that he is the Father of the Quincies.

But I didn't give a damn.

Let's go kill Yhwach, Jugo.

You want me to come with you?

Your forest was burned down, too, right?

If you'd rather stay with your uncle and do nothing,

then be my guest.

Uncle died in the fire.

I see...

We lived off of the gold coins we dug from the castle ashes.

We trained ourselves frantically in order to kill Yhwach.

Without either of us saying it,

we decided to get close to Yhwach in order to kill him.

I don't think I can make it...

I can't collect Reishi and I can't even make a bow...

Idiot! You have me.

This revenge is for both of us, you and me.

I can teach you how to make a bow.

Bazz...

You'll be able to do it in no time.

You're right...

A new combat unit, you say?

With all due respect, Your Majesty,

there are no longer any places to conquer in this Licht Reich.

I do not believe that something like that is necessary.

Not this country, Seydlitz.

Our next conquest will be...

the Soul Society.

What?

To defeat them, we will need a new force.

The unit will be called...

the Stern Ritter.

Five years...

During those five years, we never rested.

We continued to hone our skills.

By day and by night, we continued to improve our skills.

As always, I was a genius.

Meanwhile...

Jugo had no talent as a Quincy.

Even after five years, he was unable to collect Reishi

nor could he make a single bow.

I heard a story.

In the past, it was said that a Quincy like him

was born once every several decades.

They were weeded out as failures when they were young.

A Quincy like that had not been born in centuries.

These days it was just an old folk tale.

I was beginning to feel that partnering with Jugo

would likely not be of any benefit in my quest to kill Yhwach.

But when I saw Jugo trying to compensate for his lack of talent

by training harder than me at the sword and bow,

I just could not bring myself to leave him behind.

I don't know if Jugo knew that.

Eventually, that day came...

- What's going on? - Hey, that's the flag of...

Listen up!

We come with an announcement from His Majesty Yhwach!

- They're Yhwach's military police... - What do they want?

His Majesty has declared the formation of a new combat unit!

Its name is the Stern Ritter!

It is an honorable order that will be formed

to invade the Soul Society!

Those with noble ambitions to fight for the Quincies will be assembled.

We saw the flag and followed them here, but...

This is big news, Bazz!

Let's go, Jugo.

Who are you?

I'm Bazz! This is Jugo.

We want to enlist in your so-called Stern Ritter!

Who are those idiots? They're gonna get killed!

It's Bazz... The son of the former lord.

Hey, Bazz...

Let's move out.

Hey, wait!

I said we want to enlist!

The test will be held at a later date.

You will be notified.

Best hone your skills before then.

Though I doubt they'd accept a nobody like you.

You heard him, Bazz.

Let's go home for today.

I need to show you what I can do, right?

Then let's fight, Mr. Officer.

If I win, give me your position!

If you like, I'll take you big shots over there, too.

Insolent monkey.

It appears you won't comprehend your incompetence unless you die.

"An officer was killed by a monkey."

That's what your pals will relay to His Majesty Yhwach!

Bazz!

What...just happened?!

Yhwach!

I get it now...

His Spiritual Pressure is holding us all down.

F-Forgive me, Your Majesty,

for letting this monkey get the best of me.

It's fine.

I came to pick up something I have been searching for...

the one who will become my right-hand man.

Here I am! I'm right here!

The one you're looking for...is me!

I will be your right-hand man!

And then...

you...will be killed by me, Yhwach!

I found you.

I know who you are,

Jugram Haschwalth.

You are my other half.

W-What...?

I don't understand. I'm your what?

You don't have to understand.

You will be joining the Stern Ritter as my advisor.

What? That child...?

Advisor...

It's what we've both always wanted to become.

It's what we've trained all this time for.

He wants me to be his advisor?!

Uh, I...

W-What should I do, Bazz?

Why?

The two of us were supposed to get close to Yhwach

and kill him together.

I had the talent.

You did not.

Even if both of us could not get a position,

if one were chosen, it should have been me.

So why did he choose you, Jugo?

Why?

Stop that, Bazz.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Why aren't you happy for me?

Go back to the castle and bring my carriage.

I am taking this one back to the castle.

E-Excuse me...!

But I think there's been a mistake.

What did you say?!

Watch your tongue, boy!

His Majesty chose you.

How dare you suggest His Majesty made a mistake!

I have hardly any talent as a Quincy.

I cannot even make a bow and arrows.

Rather than me, Bazz over there is...

much more fit to be Your Majesty's advisor.

You dare speak again, kid!

It is just as my eyes foresaw.

You are still unaware of what your power is.

Of course you cannot make a Heilig Bogen.

You are like me.

A Quincy with the power to share powers.

I have searched for a long time.

After all, not a single Quincy with the same power has been born

in the past 200 years.

- He's been alive for 200 years... - He is the Father of the Quincies.

A Quincy like that had not been born in centuries.

Jugram Haschwalth.

Unlike other Quincies,

you cannot absorb Reishi from your surroundings

and use it as your own power.

You can only give them.

I gained my power by learning how to give power,

grow it and then take it back, but you are unable to do even that.

Red-headed child...

In the time you spent with this one,

you must surely have felt your power growing by the day.

Did you believe that it was your own talent?

You should thank this one.

The one who turned you, someone with no talent,

into a genius.

Let's go, Haschwalth.

I...

need you by my side.

Die, Yhwach!

Give it a rest, Bazz-B.

The two of us fighting does not benefit His Majesty one bit.

It won't benefit His Majesty, you say?

Of course not...

I came to kill him, remember?!

Burner Finger...

Four!

I told you to stop...

Bazzard Black!

What's the matter?! Come and get me!

Are you running away from a fight again?

Are you that afraid of losing to me, Jugo?!

That's enough.

Infighting among Stern Ritters is forbidden.

The punishment is death.

You can taunt me all you want,

but I have no intention of fighting you.

Bad luck there, having a newcomer come at you like that.

Maybe you lack his respect as Commander?

You might be right.

I'll try to follow your example,

Lt. Commander Hubert.

That new guy... He's that monkey from back then, isn't he?

I think I'll go and beat some manners into him.

Infighting among Stern Ritters is punishable by death.

Are you willing to die because of someone like him?

Don't worry. If no one is watching, not even His Majesty will find out.

I'm watching.

It's been three years since you left to serve Yhwach.

It took me three years to join the Stern Ritter.

By then, you had become the commander of the Stern Ritter.

Maybe you were the commander from the very start.

I wasn't there, so I don't know.

In any case, you continued to ignore my challenges.

Again and again, no matter how much I taunted you,

you never tried to fight me.

Damn you to hell...

Fight me!

I still haven't lost to you.

Not yet...!

Burning Full Fingers!

You win...

Jugo.

Damn it...

things never seem to work out the way I expected.

I thought I'd feel much worse...

losing to you.

Jugo. From today on, you’re my underling.

Don't worry about what the adults say.

I'll teach you everything you need to know.

Let's become the strongest Quincies ever,

- Jugo... - Jugo...

An ache upon an unsatisfying grayscale

My confidence vanishes

I turned regret into lies

I ignored our chipped blades

I worked overtime just for maintenance

But I knew all along

that this faded color was an irreversible law

So I might as well pray

There's no turning back now

I thought I had made up my mind

but I'm still haunted by doubt and anxiety

A bundle of emotions torn to shreds

with nothing left for me to gain

What's more important than one's life

is to shoulder that burden to sever this monochrome

I keep searching for the answer to an unsolvable thesis

while making choices until I die

Then I remember where we came from

and the lives that could never interact

No one is allowed to use the scale since it falls apart in an instant

So, what can I measure ourselves against?

Instead, I hold onto your words

that gave my heart meaning

It's always a paradox

The moon waxes with each regret and sadness

The massive, unconquerable foe is the darkness that dwells within me

I forsook my pride and joy

but I am still confounded by this flock of imperfection

Beyond that white and resentful midnight sun

awaits an illusion etched in black

"There is no pain"

"as long as I keep my eyes"

"on the balance scale."