Kuchiki Xianghe looked at the proud Death God with some trembling.
"As expected, you are a poor person from Rukongai. Even if you are lucky enough to enter the Kuchiki family, you will not be able to change your stupid thoughts."
The sword-wielding Shinigami sneered, "Don't you understand? As the five nobles retreated behind the scenes, the emerging nobles became more and more dissatisfied with them, which has been accumulating. And with the establishment and development of the Gotei Thirteen Team,
They also need to get rid of the shackles of the nobility."
"So, with the continuous accumulation of this kind of contradiction, how to solve it?"
"So it's... war." Kuchiki Xianghe replied softly.
"Yes, a war to purge those restless nobles and kill them all will not only make the nobles' rule more orderly, but also give the Shinigami of the Gotei 13 more room for enfeoffment and freedom.
"
"It's just that if there is no valid reason, they will be in trouble. Fortunately, you have a good excuse like Kuchiki Hikawa."
"..."
"Don't you realize it?" Seeing Kuchiki Hibiki's cold eyes, the God of Death didn't feel any fear or disbelief in it at all, so he said with some annoyance.
"Your existence is a threat that everyone agrees to eliminate, and now, everything is going smoothly."
"The unstable factors among the nobles are gone. The Gotei 13 can recruit more civilians from Rukongai. There are also vacant noble positions for the heroes among them. And you will be executed by me soon."
, isn’t this a perfect plot?”
"...It is indeed perfect..." Kuchiki Xianghe sneered, "I still have two final questions."
"Say, I will make you a wise man."
"Who is the woman in black robe, and who is the skeleton swordsman? Why is he immune to Muramasa's power?"
"...Sure enough, it's these two problems." The God of Death said as if he was completely expecting it.
"But it's a pity that I don't know who the black-robed person is, but what is certain is that she should be from one of the five noble families."
"As for the bone swordsman, he is indeed Tsunayashiro Shinji. He was killed by us and used to frame you. Originally, if we could provoke a dispute between the Tsunayashiro family and the Kuchiki family, then even if there is no noble
It's worth the riot."
"...I see." Kuchiki Xianghe took a deep breath
"All this is caused by you people."
"The five great nobles... what a great five great nobles. The Kuchiki family... I'm afraid someone from the Kuchiki family is also involved, right?"
For such a big move, Kuchiki Xianghe didn't believe that the Kuchiki family knew nothing about it, even...
Who spread the word about his Zanpakutō abilities?
Because this era is relatively peaceful, he has hardly displayed Muramasa's abilities, so only the Kuchiki family can know it so well!
What he never imagined was that from planning to implementation to the nobles' riot, it only took less than a day.
However, according to Kuchiki Kyoukawa's understanding, he had already started planning a plan against Tsunayashiro Shinji since he was killed a long time ago.
"It's useless to be resentful now."
The God of Death laughed mockingly again, and then raised his Zanpakutō high. Facing Xianghe, who had no village in his hands and was restrained by a torture device, a single blow of the sword would be enough to kill him.
But no success!
"You...what are you doing?!!"
He looked at the knife in his hand in disbelief. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't swing it, and more than that...
The blade is turning!
"resentment?"
Kuchiki Xianghe laughed, "That's right, it's resentment! You all deserve to die!"
Should he be looked down upon just because he came from Rukongai? Should he die just because his ability is Muramasa? Should he be sacrificed just because of the imbalance among nobles?
Why can the five nobles be so superior? Why can conspiracies be allowed to be unleashed in Jinglingting? Why should he follow the ruling of the Forty-sixth Chamber and die according to the will of the nobles?!
"Muramasa...you heard my call..."
He looked at the blade stopped just a short distance away without wavering at all.
"Impossible... Muramasa has been sealed a long time ago, how could...how could he appear here?!" The God of Death's face was distorted. He tried his best to control the knife in his hand, but the blade was still inevitable.
Check your heart!
The same was true for the Shinigami guards who followed him, falling into a fierce game with their Zanpakutō.
He doesn't have Muramasa in his hand, so how does he have the power to control the Zanpakutō?
The answer is obvious, because behind the two people, facing the direction of the Kuchiki Xianghe River, there appeared a man wearing a white coat. There were several black lines on the coat, and his nails were long and exposed.
Well, the whole person looks a little weird.
"The resentment in your heart is conveyed to my heart, and the longing in your heart calls me here, because..."
"I am your Zanpakutō."
The moment the words fell, there was also the sound of the sword entering the body and the body falling. Muramasa didn't even look at the two people who had committed suicide. He just walked to Xianghe and chopped off all the torture instruments on his body with two swords.
break.
"...It seems like something is beginning to awaken in my heart."
The moment the shackles were cut off, Xianghe seemed to see another world, but at this time he did not pay too much attention, but turned Muramasa into a Zanpakutō and left the prison straight away.
The two corpses behind them fell to the ground coldly, and then, when Xianghe left, a purple stream of light emerged from their minds, and they went to nowhere.
Xianghe did not escape from Jinglingting after leaving. Although this place was said to be a devil's cave, he still had things to do.
In the Sixth District, Xianghe stepped here again, but this time he came with a different mentality than before.
How did you feel the first time?
Xianghe let out a sigh of relief...
I still vaguely remember that at that time, he was shy and reserved. He knew very little but still had to behave like an aristocrat. He didn't know what to do next, but he definitely felt that he could do something great.
Entering the nobility from Rukongai, and still becoming a noble among nobility, this kind of joy of almost reaching the sky in one step fills my heart.
Later, when I stepped into the sixth district again, I gradually felt angry in my heart. Angry that others looked down on me, angry that I was not taken seriously in the Kuchiki family. Even calling Kuchiki Ginling my father-in-law outside would be harshly criticized by him!
Then, this anger began to become numb. How easy is it to make achievements? This world that has not changed for millions of years is forever dominated by the five nobles, and any change in order must go through their hands.