"Don't be afraid, you must be familiar with them..."
Looking at the nervous expressions of Kurosaki and Ichigo below, Nimaiya Wang Yue smiled contemptuously and explained, "They are... the strongest Zanpakutō that can transform into any form - Qianda!"
"!!"
Hearing this, Renji Abarai and Ichigo Kurosaki were slightly startled.
No wonder they feel inexplicably familiar with these shadows. Even a half-departed Shinigami like Kurosaki Ichigo probably knows something about the so-called "shallow attack". After all, this is an important step in learning to communicate with the Zanpakutō.
All members of the Gotei 13, which has more than 6,000 people, will be awarded their own nameless Zanpakuto when they officially join the team. This is the so-called "shallow attack".
All Shinigami must sleep and eat with the "Asada", and through constant training, they will carve the essence of their souls into the "Asada" to create a true "own Zanpakuto".
And all 'Shallow Fighters' were created by one person, and yes, the one in front of them was Wang Yue, the Nigeya, who was known as the 'God of Swords'.
"So...are these all the embodied forms of 'Shunda'!?" Kurosaki Ichigo asked doubtfully as he kept retreating to dodge the attacks of these incoming Shōdashi.
"Concrete?" Wang Yue of Nimeiya smiled contemptuously, "Is this what you think? Well...it's a pity that it's almost close to the truth! Although it's a little different, that's what you think now!
After all, the most important thing for you now is not to understand the principle, but to understand why they are so angry with you!"
"anger!?"
Kurosaki Ichigo and Abarai Renji were covered in sweat. The dim light here made it difficult for them to see clearly the faces of the guys in front of them. Who knew whether the other person was angry or happy at the moment?
However, from the attack style and roaring sound of this desperate attack, it seems that this is indeed the case...
"What on earth do you mean!?"
Kurosaki Ichigo roared and asked upwards.
"Don't you understand? The reason why they are angry is because you are using the Zanpakuto in the wrong way!" Nigeya Wang Yue calmly raised a finger and explained.
"The method used is wrong? Where is the mistake!?" Kurosaki Ichigo and Abarai Renji were slightly startled when they heard this.
After all, they can be regarded as captain-level figures. They can achieve the zanpakutō swastika, but they don't even know the correct method?
Putting aside the freaks like Zaraki Kenpachi, if this is true, wouldn't it mean that there isn't even a single guy in the Gotei 13 who can figure out how to use the Zanpakutō?
"You still don't understand? I don't blame you..." Nimaiya Wang Yue looked extremely disappointed, "Do you superficially think that the mistake I mentioned refers to the way you fight with your Zanpakutō? The way you swing it?
No! No! What’s wrong!? It’s fundamentally wrong!
Using it as a prop!?
Treated as a subordinate?
As a partner you can rely on!?
Or family? Friends? Seniors? Juniors? Pets? Lovers? Acquaintances? Lovers?
Do not make jokes!
They are not what you think!
You got it fundamentally wrong from the beginning!
Who is the main character, the Zanpakutō or the Shinigami?
It’s time to start the discussion with this issue!”
"this……!!"
Listening to the impassioned question of Nikaiya Oue, the creator of the Zanpakutō, Kurosaki Ichigo and Abarai Renji couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
They seemed to understand something.
But this situation is obviously not the time for them to stop and comprehend.
Countless black shadows came like a tide.
Almost instantly, the two of them were overwhelmed by the incoming attacks.
Ermeiya Wang Yue didn't seem to be joking with them.
No matter what, their top priority now is how to survive these angry thugs!
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below.
Soul Society, the Central Underground Prison, the lowest level——
‘Infinite’.
The valve in one of the prison rooms was slowly opened.
Zaraki Kenpachi looked at the broken Zanpakutō on his shoulder and walked into the prison with great interest.
He heard that as long as he came here, he could fight happily with others.
"Click——"
As the prison door slowly closed.
Zaraki Kenpachi looked at the scene in front of him with great interest. There was nothing, only darkness. This is how it should be...
But at this moment, in this almost infinite dark space, there is a figure that seems to have been waiting for a long time.
"What an exaggerated stage! Hello!" He grinned and greeted the figure in front of him, "It's really surprising that I can get the right to use this place."
"It's the commander's order."
The person waiting here slowly turned around and faced Zaraki Kenpachi in front of him, his face expressionless.
"'Wu Jian', as the name suggests, the people imprisoned here can only be trapped in this infinitely wide space and can never escape. And such a place is just the place where you can use your power to your heart's content.
The best place for a sword. Otherwise, we, who are not sinners, would not be allowed to set foot here."
"Not a sinner?"
Listening to what the person in front of him thought, Zaraki Kenpachi sneered, "How could you say such a thing? Both you and I are just powerless sinners, right!?"
"Do you think so? It's true..."
The man responded calmly, "You are weak now. That's why you come here. This is my advice."
"Ah... I knew it was like this." Zaraki Kenpachi seemed to have already expected why he was called here, "Isn't it great? If I beat you, I can continue to be the captain. If I lose, I will be a sinner.
, if I fight against you, no matter whether I am killed or killed, I will fall into endless hell!"
"You talk a lot today?" The man chuckled, "I prefer you who are taciturn, because every time I hear your voice... my only wound will feel a dull pain."
Her spiritual pressure surged as she spoke, and her long hair spread around her chest danced with the fluctuations, and a ferocious scar faintly emerged.
"Stop talking nonsense! Don't think that your wound is the only one that hurts!" Kenpachi Zaraki grinned, raising the Zanpakuto in his hand involuntarily and preparing to attack. At the same time, he roared and shouted at the person in front of him.
name.
This is a name that no one has called for thousands of years.
His name "Kenpachi" comes from this person!
"Unohana...Eight Thousand Rivers!"
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Among the original Gotei 13, known as the strongest in history, he served as the captain of the 11th Division and created the prototype of the current 11th Division.
Before he worked for Yamamoto and became the captain... he was known as the most evil person ever.
After challenging various schools in the world and experiencing various blades, he proclaimed himself the "Eight Thousand Styles".
That's who she is.
"How cunning..."
In the captain's room of the first team, the current captain Kyoraku Shunsui looked through the past information about this woman who usually pretended to be gentle Yamato Nadeshiko and led the fourth team, and sighed lightly.
"'Teach Zaraki Kenpachi the art of cutting'? That's a cunning way of saying it. Once Captain Zaraki draws his sword against you, only one person will survive in the end. I know this very well."
Jingraku Shunsui put down the information in his hand, his expression extremely gloomy.
He knew everything, but he had to accept Unohana Yachiryu's advice to implement such a plan.
Because if there is no choice, the most powerful fighting ghost that can turn the tide will not awaken.
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Buzz——
The sound of swords resounded throughout "Wu Jian".
Zaraki Kenpachi, holding his sword, had already arrived in front of Unohana Yazenryu.
With an excited smile on his face, he looked down at the woman in front of him, and at the same time, the hand holding the knife suddenly dropped.
However, the next moment, the smile on his face gradually solidified.
puff--
Blood bloomed on his neck.
As if Unohana Yazenryu had predicted the trajectory of his sword swing, he easily dodged the powerful and heavy sword by turning slightly sideways, and counterattacked with the sword at the same time.
Unlike him who fought almost entirely on instinct, the woman in front of him seemed to have the upper hand in terms of skills.
However, if the gap is only this level, it is not impossible for Zaraki Kenpachi, who has taken off the blindfold from the beginning and released all his power, to make up for it with brute force.
He was indeed struck in the neck, but before the blade came into contact with his neck, he relied on instinct to dodge. Although he could not completely dodge, the knife only caused superficial wounds.
call--
The blade whizzed past again.
Kenpachi Zaraki used a strange angle to forcefully change the trajectory of his sword swing, and slashed at Unohana Yachiru who was sideways dodging while counterattacking.
He originally thought that this knife would be able to hit.
But who knew that such an instinctive reaction on the spot could still be predicted by the woman in front of him.
As if he had expected it, Unohana Yachiru jumped up, his dangling feet accurately stepped on Zaraki Kenpachi's sword-wielding arm, and seemed to be preparing to use the power of the sword to distance himself.
"snort!"
Seeing this scene, Zaraki Kenpachi snorted coldly and used his strength again with a gloomy expression.
His monster-like physique forced him to change his movements again. While flipping over, he hit the woman in front of him in the abdomen with a side kick without mercy.
Unohana Yachiru's body flew backwards, but the forcefully used kick obviously did not cause any substantial damage to her.
She suddenly stepped on the wall behind her to stop the inertia of flying backwards, and at the next moment, her legs suddenly exerted force again, and the whole person disappeared in place.
clang--
The clanging sound of metal resounded.
The two knives collided mercilessly.
Zaraki Kenpachi also seemed to have expected that the woman in front of him would immediately regroup to attack, and he had already raised his sword and waited for another attack.
This is the first time the two have faced each other head-on in this battle, and the competition in strength seems to be evenly matched.
"I should...compliment you for taking off the blindfold from the beginning."
Looking at the man close at hand, Unohana Yazenryu said expressionlessly.
She knew that Zaraki Kenpachi always wore an eyepatch on weekdays, and that the eyepatch was a prop that sealed part of the spiritual pressure.
"But it's not just your blindfold that I want to take off."
puff--
The next moment, blood bloomed on Zaraki Kenpachi's body again.
It was Unohana Yazenryu who suddenly used his other hand to pull out the hidden weapon hidden somewhere on his body, and stabbed Kenpachi Zaraki's shoulder mercilessly.
"!!"
Zaraki Kenpachi also seemed surprised by this.
His right arm holding the knife suddenly exerted force, and under the interaction of the two forces, the two figures retreated violently at the same time to widen the distance.
"A person who wields a sword with one hand does nothing with the other hand..." Unohana Yachiryu showed the short sword in his other hand expressionlessly, "I... really can't think that you are..."
Seriously enjoy fighting with me."
"So are you. You actually resorted to such little tricks just to get me hurt."
Hearing this, Zaraki Kenpachi sneered and reached out to touch the injured area, then held the handle of the knife with his blood-stained hands, and the expression on his face gradually became ferocious, "Weird guy... very strange...
You who I 'admire'! How could you use such despicable means!"
"During battle, you are not allowed to express your 'admiration' for the 'enemy'!" Unohana Yaqianliu seemed to have been touched on a weak point deep in his heart, and he roared with the same anger.
The next moment, her figure flashed in front of Zaraki Kenpachi.
He kicked him against the wall, then followed up again and continued the pursuit.
clang--
Seeing the woman coming towards him with great momentum, Zaraki Kenpachi wanted to fight back with his sword, but as soon as he raised his hand, the blade in his hand fell out of his hand due to a huge force and fell to the ground.
When he reacted, the long knife in the woman's hand was already at his throat.
"I... haven't changed." The expression on Unohana Yachiru's face seemed to have returned to calmness, and he explained calmly, "It's just that when I fought with you in the past... I didn't even have time to use such small tricks.
.”
"Are you trying to say...that I've become weaker?"
As if he heard the meaning behind the other party's words, Zaraki Kenpachi's face was slightly startled.
He looked at the woman in front of him in confusion.
Have you really become weaker?
Isn't it natural that the person in front of you can defeat yourself?
"I...have always admired you. Whether it's trees, insects, or even people...no matter what I kill, it's always the same. It's so boring.
In the darkness, wielding the sword... nothing remains the same!
However, when fighting you, I felt fear for the first time!
For the first time, I felt...the joy of fighting!
Imagine you... fighting like you.
Will I be killed by you like that?
If I can’t defeat you...will I die here like this?”
In response to his question, a sharp knife pierced his throat and penetrated his neck.
Blood spattered on Uozhiba Qianliu's expressionless face.
But the next moment, when Kenpachi Zaraki came to his senses, he found that he did not seem to have been penetrated through the neck by the other party.
The feeling of death just now seemed to be just an illusion.
No...it's not.
Because Unohana Yachiru's face was stained with blood at the moment, she was asking him with a sneer: "What happened? Did you lose consciousness for a moment?"
Fear spread in Zaraki Kenpachi's heart, but it was quickly covered up by anger: "Shut up!"