Bloody Hand Rampage (continued)

It is highly likely that it will transform into a wild beast at any moment and attack everything around it in a frenzy.

"Stop your fucking nonsense, I don't need you to teach me." Tokoyo Misao swung his bloody hand, unleashing a claw-like aura that seemed to tear the world apart, instantly slicing Sōya Azashiro into three pieces.

Then he whirled around, glaring fiercely at Unohana, and took a step forward with his right foot. "Now it's your turn. Today I'm going to fuck you until you cry."

Unohana opened her blood-red lips and licked them.

To be honest, she was quite interested in the fact that she cried.

I also want to know, what kind of attack must one endure to cry?

However, after hearing what Sōya Azashiro said, she realized that there must be something wrong with Tokoyo Misao's body.

But... so what?

The next instant, Unohana grinned as well and rushed over.

She swung her longsword wildly, Minazuki domain of blood gathered on its blade, transforming into blood-red blade light with each strike, bursting forth.

"Ha, it seems you really won't learn your lesson." Tokoyo Misao raised his bloodied hand high and suddenly thrust it forward.

Surprisingly, amidst the countless blood-red blades unleashed by Unohana, he precisely grabbed the opponent's neck and slammed him to the ground.

Tokoyo Misao straddled Unohana's body, the bloody hand gripping her neck tightly.

His other hand reached out and squeezed his heart.

He lowered his head, less than a millimeter from Unohana's nose. "Want to taste death?"

Despite feeling the pain in her heart and the increasingly tight grip on her neck, making it difficult to breathe, Unohana showed no fear; instead, she laughed.

At the same time, she stuck out her tongue and brushed it across Tokoyo Misao's nose.

Um?

The warm yet icy sensation on the tip of his nose made Tokoyo Misao frown.

He tilted his head, looking at Unohana was pinned beneath him, and then subconsciously tightened his grip.

But they found that the other person's expression remained unchanged, still the same.

Something's not right!

Tokoyo Misao was shocked.

He first looked at the bloody hand, then his gaze shifted downwards to the other hand pressed against his heart.

It was only then that they realized the other arm hadn't been dyed red, nor had it been combined with X Power.

What's going on? I remember already combining X Power with this hand?

No, something's wrong!

Tokoyo Misao suddenly stood up, his eyes reflecting the shattered Unohana.

He suddenly pounded his heart with his other hand, which was not bound by the X Power.

A dull thud!

Tokoyo Misao frowned, squatted down, and draped his haori over Unohana was still unresponsive.

Although they had fought each other like wild beasts in the past.

Even the process and outcome of each previous battle were far more brutal than this one.

But never once did he treat Unohana as something to be manipulated rather than as a rival.

Just now, in his mind, he only thought of Unohana as a doll, someone he could do whatever he wanted with.

There's definitely something wrong with their brain.

He immediately activated his fully formed Eternal Eyes and then scanned the Blood Hand.

He found nothing wrong from his fingertips to his forearm to his upper arm, but when he got to his shoulder, his eyes widened suddenly.

How is that possible?

These past two days, they invited Unohana to the Muken (Kenpachi Zaraki.

Firstly, it was to allow Kenpachi Zaraki to become familiar with the physical power of his Bankai.

Secondly, through the battle with Kenpachi Zaraki, the X Power was able to integrate into his other arm and legs, and finally his heart and head.

But now, the X Power that had reached the bloody hand's shoulder has completely changed direction, surging directly towards the heart.

In his mind, he believed that he had controlled this power well over the past few days, allowing it to merge with his other arm.

But that's completely wrong.

Now, that X Power is only two fingers' width away from the heart.

If this continues, I estimate that in an hour or two, this force will reach the heart, combine with it, and then instantly spread throughout the entire body via the heart.

Ultimately, he will most likely become Kenpachi Zaraki after his Bankai, transforming into a complete beast, or rather, a Hell demon.

Tokoyo Misao raised his other arm, and with a swift motion, slashed down at the blood-stained hand.

Clang! A metallic sound rang out, but the bloody hand hadn't even broken the skin.

The next moment, he clenched his fist in the air, Tosesato appeared in his hand, which he then slashed down again.

Bang! But it was still bounced away.

The Blood Hand was so powerful that even he couldn't remove it.

"What, was it that the red arm that was wrong?" Unohana lay on the ground for a while, looking at it and waiting.

She noticed that Tokoyo Misao had calmed down on his own and stopped tearing at him. He stopped smiling, stood up, walked to Tokoyo Misao, and reached out to touch him. A green light shone Kaidō.

She closed her eyes and carefully sensed it. "The power within your body is indeed very special, but it is definitely power."

That sounds a bit like stating the obvious.

The meaning behind Unohana's words is that this X Power does not contain the will of others; it is simply the purest power.

However, unlike the most basic Reishi in the Three Worlds, in her perception, this power did not cause any rejection reaction when it combined with the body of Tokoyo Misao.

If there's anything wrong, it's that it feels a bit hot.

Unohana shook her head, indicating that she was powerless to help.

Eternal Eyes, who Tokoyo Misao, is able to see through everything.

He had known the true nature of this power all along.

But I never expected it would affect my mind.

Moreover, he was actually influenced by this force without even realizing it.

No wonder Kenpachi Zaraki has been turning into a beast whenever he Bankai these days, only knowing how to attack his enemies and unable to communicate at all.

"Unohana, I'll leave this place to you for now. I'm going out for a bit." Tokoyo Misao didn't wait for a response and left Muken directly.

He rushed to the Shinigami Research and Development Institute as fast as he could, kicked open the door, and stormed inside.

Is Mayuri Kurotsuchi here?

At the center of the Development Bureau, Mayuri Kurotsuchi was studying something, his hands gesturing incessantly while he muttered to himself, "How do I open the location of the Quincy? Should I try using a large number of soul impacts?"

Hearing Tokoyo Misao's explosive words, he turned his head away impatiently.

"What exactly do you want, you rude bastard?"

He saw Tokoyo Misao's bare upper body and the crimson blood that seemed to be spreading to his heart, raised an eyebrow, and grinned.

"Could it be that there's something wrong with your peculiar power?"

Tokoyo Misao nodded, making no attempt to hide anything. "Originally, I planned to continue the fusion, but it wanted to enter my heart directly."

I don't like this feeling of being out of control, so help me design a device to restrict this power to my right arm.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi's eyes lit up. He had long wanted to study this blood-red arm, but since it was rare for Tokoyo Misao to ask him for a favor, he had to be careful.

Then he said sarcastically, "Oh dear, a man of such Tokoyo Misao, you can't even control your own power?"

Tokoyo Misao was too lazy to waste words with him and said directly, "This power does not belong to the Three Worlds. I discovered it by chance."

If you don't want to do it, then I'll go find Kisuke Urahara.

Bang! Mayuri Kurotsuchi slammed his right hand on the control panel, his face instantly turning cold.

"Do you really think I don't know that you're using Kisuke Urahara's rhetoric to provoke me every time?"

Both Tokoyo Misao and Shunsui Kyōraku used Kisuke Urahara stimulate Mayuri Kurotsuchi.

He's not stupid; of course he can tell.

Tokoyo Misao calmly began, "I know you know, but what I'm saying is the truth, isn't it?"

If you're unwilling to do it, then of course I'll have to go to Kisuke Urahara.

"Hmph, what can that guy do? He can only make some dolls. The device that Gin Ichimaru is carrying was something I made in a day. That's the difference between him and me." Mayuri Kurotsuchi sneered.

He turned around and continued, "As long as we prevent that force from continuing to fuse at the cellular level, that's enough, right?"

"That's right, hurry up, I feel really angry right now." Tokoyo Misao walked to the side and sat down directly on the ground.

The reason he chose to come directly to Kisuke Urahara instead of seeking out Mayuri Kurotsuchi, whose technical skills were potentially superior.

It was because he knew that Aizen Mayuri Kurotsuchi was capable of creating something that could even restrain Hōgyoku.

At that time, Aizen had already become Transcendent, and his soul density was far beyond what Soul Reaper could compare to; in fact, it was constantly increasing and becoming stronger.

However, the device Mayuri Kurotsuchi created was able to lock him in place until it was destroyed by Yhwach, which is enough to prove just how bizarre Mayuri Kurotsuchi's creations were.

Unlike Kisuke Urahara, Mayuri Kurotsuchi definitely didn't just spend a day researching how to limit the Soul Reaper's artifacts; he spent a considerable amount of time.

It's just that Gin Ichimaru's handcuffs were something he made in a single day.

Sure enough, not long after, just eight hours later, Mayuri Kurotsuchi walked up to Tokoyo Misao, holding something that looked like a torture device, grinned, revealing a mouthful of large gold teeth:

"As long as I first tie this device to your left arm and chest, and then drive the twelve spirit-limiting nails in my hand, it will definitely stop this power from continuing to combine with your body."

Your body is now in a human form, so it might hurt a little. You have to bear with it, and even if you can't help it, you can't open your mouth and bite me.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi is very happy now.

The thought of personally driving those nails into Tokoyo Misao 'Tokoyo Misao body and causing him immense pain made him grin from ear to ear.

"Stop with the nonsense and get to work!" Tokoyo Misao coldly glanced up at him, tilted his head, and showed his right arm and shoulder.

"If you don't make a move soon, I might destroy this place."

"Alright, I'll get started then." Mayuri Kurotsuchi went straight up and slapped the long, spiked tool directly onto his shoulder.

When the sharp spikes touched the blood-red skin, they couldn't penetrate at all; they got stuck.

However, all of this was within Mayuri Kurotsuchi's expectations.

He immediately pressed a button on the device, and the spikes became tiny, like steel needles, and then began to rotate continuously.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi immediately pressed the instrument firmly, and the steel needles were gradually worn away as they spun wildly.

But it did manage to pierce the blood-red skin bit by bit, until the steel needle was only five millimeters away from breaking through the skin and penetrating the flesh.

At this moment, Mayuri Kurotsuchi's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

He hadn't expected Bloodhand to be this powerful.

He almost couldn't install the special equipment he made.

Fortunately, as long as it's punctured, it'll be fine.

He held a long nail in his hand and placed it on the device on his shoulder. A smile returned to his lips, "It'll hurt a lot, you'll have to bear it."

Then, he pulled a hammer out of nowhere with his right hand and smashed it down on the base of the long nail.

Clang! The sound of hammering nails rang out continuously.

The surrounding staff members couldn't help but gasp in shock upon seeing this.

If they had such large nails driven into their bodies, they would have suffered a fate worse than death.

Everyone looked at Tokoyo Misao, and seeing his unwavering expression, they couldn't help but feel a touch of admiration.

The guy didn't even flinch when so many long nails were driven into him.

Tokoyo Misao.