Chapter 11: The Choice of the Eight Thousand Streams of Unohwa
"It seems they have been following us."
I don’t know how long I walked towards the north. It was quiet and empty here. The endless sand of Lingzi turned into a white ocean. It made people feel that there was only this cone of land under their feet in the sky and the world.
The darkness in the sky and the faint light of the moon intertwined with each other, causing the shadows of the two men to distort from time to time as they moved.
"They want to use us, which proves they couldn't find the Creeping City before."
Qilin Temple laughed and expressed his disdain for Bailegang and others.
"How can a fool who can't even be found be recognized by the Creeping City? I believe that if Bakar's will is still there, he will look down on such a guy, right?"
Liang Yue couldn't help but laugh and said, "After all, he is one of the best Arrancars in Hueco Mundo. Is he as miserable as you said?"
Kirinji, like most of the Shinigami of this era, was arrogant towards the existence of the void. He sneered at the existence of the void and said
"Void... are worms, worms crawling back and forth under the ever-evaporating malice, that is, they keep climbing up, climbing higher than the moon, but when they lower their heads..."
"I can still only see my miserable self. A desperate world, a desperate soul. I don't deny that some have found their own meaning and implemented it, but it is obvious that the three just now are not."
"Unexpectedly..." Liang Yue joked in surprise.
"You can actually say such a difficult sentence?"
"Ha, who do you think I am?"
The two of them joked as they moved forward. Although they never saw the crawling city, they continued to move forward without any hesitation.
Walking in the empty and hopeless Hueco Mundo, behind are three powerful Vastod-class Arrancars, and in front of them is the creeping city that may never be reached.
The two of them laughed and moved forward. Perhaps Hueco Mundo had never heard such refreshing laughter in its history. At this moment, the god of death broke the desperate and miserable atmosphere in the realm of Hueco Mundo.
………………
In Soul Society, Mao Zhihua has entered a meditative state at this moment.
She immersed her consciousness into the depths of her soul. At this time, she didn't know up and down, left and right, couldn't tell the difference between light and darkness, and couldn't distinguish between good and evil.
It is hazy here, the turbidity has not yet opened, and the day and night are dim and unclear.
Unohana appeared naked in such a world. When she stepped out with her bare feet, ripples appeared under her feet as if she were stepping on water.
The ripples continued to spread and echo in the empty world. She seemed to have lost her purpose, as if she had forgotten why she came.
She was just walking aimlessly, wandering randomly in the deepest part of her soul.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe time has lost its meaning, but she finally felt something ‘strange’.
An emotion suddenly appeared in a world where everything was unclear.
Excited? Thrilled? Eager?
There was sparkle in her eyes, and at the same time, a voice came from the chaotic and void world.
"What is the battle?"
The flower of Mao is silent
Then the voice asked again, "Does fighting make you happy?"
Silence, still silence, Maozhihua just keeps moving forward.
"Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to truly live?"
The...meaning of life?
Uzhihua was about to move forward, but found that the world ahead had suddenly changed.
Darkness, but not the kind of darkness where you can't see your fingers, but the kind of darkness like dusk, where the whole world seems to be darkening.
It's not so much a color, but an invisible sense of oppression.
And in such a world, 'he' is wearing the captain's haori, and he is fighting with another man wearing the captain's haori.
That's...eleven?!
Why does that man, captain Haori, have ‘11’ engraved on his back?
There can only be one Kenpachi in an era. This was decided when the name "Kenpachi" was originally given meaning.
Since he is still alive, there can never be another Kenpachi!
She looked at 'myself' again. Her face showed extreme joy, and she was almost too excited to control herself. Behind the captain Yuori was 'four'.
Why?
Did you go to the Fourth Division by yourself?
But, so happy...
She didn't want to go into details about what happened, but just by seeing her own expression, Unohana, she could feel what kind of happiness this was!
just like……
My whole body will melt!
Even if...
He died under the sword of another ‘Kenpachi’!
At the end of the scene, he was pierced through the body with a sharp sword by the man, and the Zanpakuto in her hand fell off helplessly.
The man howled loudly like a child, not because he was crying in sadness, but because there was one less opponent in the world who could fight him.
"Ah...is this the ending that Liang Yue said?"
Maozhihua said thoughtfully
And that voice also delivered the final blow, and the empty world resounded with these words.
"Are you eager to fight?"
"Hand over your body, and I will let you reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship. I will let you experience the most powerful battle in the world. You will experience even more extreme joy than the last battle in Destiny.
"
The voice was getting louder and louder, and it was getting louder and louder in Mao Zhihua's heart.
"If I give my body to you, will I be able to fight forever?"
"If I hand over my body to you, will I experience a higher level of fighting?"
Unohana Yaqianliu opened her hands and opened her chest and said
"If I give my body to you, will I burn it all?!"
The voice gave a decisive answer
"That's right!"
Maozhihua was silent, but when the darkness around her was about to stir, she laughed crazily.
"But, I refuse!"
"?"
Even without speaking, Uzhihua could feel the other party's doubts, but she still laughed and replied
"If it weren't for the battle I fought, then everything would be meaningless!"
"You ask me what fighting is? Then I'll tell you...fighting..."
"That's everything!"
"What I enjoy, what I long for, is swinging the sword again and again between the cycles of life and death! The blood spurts out, and the fight becomes even crazier under the stimulation of pain!"
"Give your body to others? Then how can I enjoy the pleasure of wielding a knife by myself?!"
She gradually calmed down as she watched the world in front of her turn into chaos again.
"Now, show up."
"Explosive Dragon King Bakar!"
"..."
Rumble…
It can be said that it was deafening, and the world in front began to squirm. Then, the squirming darkness twisted and deformed, and finally turned into a human form.
The man looked exactly like Maozhihua, but his hair was blood red.
"I'm not Bakar, I'm..."
A Zanpakutō appeared in her hand, then she slowly raised it and pointed the tip of the knife at Unohana, and at the same time said
"The flower of Mao flows eight thousand times."
"If you are Uozuka eight thousand, then who am I?" Uozoka smiled slightly.
"But as long as I defeat you, I can control the power of Ghost Hand, right?"
She raised her hand, and the next moment a Zanpakutō also appeared in her hand.
"Fight with yourself. I've never tried that before!"
Excitement appeared on her face, and then she swung the first knife!