Learning Bankai (2)

"Your Reiatsu increased?" Shinji Hirako's expression turned strange. "But... I just felt that your Reiatsu rose to a certain level, and then suddenly... disappeared."

Liu Ziyun frowned. "How is that possible? I clearly felt that my Reiatsu was always there, and it was very abundant. Are you sensing something wrong?"

Shinji Hirako shook his head and turned to the others. "What about you? Did you feel it?"

Kensei Muguruma nodded, his expression serious. "Indeed. At first, your Reiatsu surged to an intensity I'd never sensed before. But just as it reached its peak, it suddenly vanished. Now I can only sense a faint fluctuation of Reiatsu from you, roughly the same as an ordinary team member."

Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi echoed, "I feel the same way."

Love Aikawa: "Same."

Lisa Yadōmaru: "I can't sense it at all."

Mashiro Kuna: "Hmm... only a tiny bit, as faint as a candle."

Hiyori Sarugaki, unusually, did not refute, but stared blankly at Liu Ziyun, her face filled with disbelief.

Liu Ziyun's brows furrowed even more. He could clearly feel an unprecedentedly immense Reiatsu flowing within him, a power as deep as the ocean and as vast as the starry sky. But why did everyone say they couldn't sense it?

Just then, Kisuke Urahara slowly spoke.

His hand rested on his straw hat, the shadow obscuring most of his face, revealing only his tightly pursed lips. "It's not because he disappeared... but because his power has risen to another dimension."

His voice was deep and solemn, each word seemingly carefully considered. "Just as the two-dimensional world cannot interfere with the three-dimensional world, lower-dimensional beings cannot perceive the power of higher dimensions. Mr. Liu's current level is beyond our perception—if he doesn't actively lower his Reiatsu level, we will never be able to truly perceive his power."

These words struck like a heavy hammer blow to everyone's heart.

Shinji Hirako and the others exchanged bewildered glances, their faces showing disbelief.

Another dimension? Beyond the realm of perception? This... how is this possible?

Hiyori Sarugaki finally couldn't hold back any longer. She jumped up, pointed at Liu Ziyun, and shouted, "How is this possible! How can this annoying bald guy be so strong! He's not even Seated Officer, he's been hiding in the Fourth Division all this time... How can he be so powerful!"

Her voice carried anger and resentment, but even more so, an indescribable... awe.

Liu Ziyun ignored her shouts, only looking down at his hand, feeling the pulse emanating from the "Fate-Deciding God-Slayer" sword. A smile slowly crept onto his lips—not one of smugness or arrogance, but a self-deprecating, cynical smile.

"Really?" he said softly, his tone as casual as if he were talking about the weather. "Am I that powerful? Looks like I'll be the kind of person who beats up Nanshan Kindergarten and kicks Beihai Nursing Home someday."

These words instantly shattered the previously suffocatingly heavy atmosphere.

Shinji Hirako paused for a moment, then couldn't help but burst out laughing. Kensei Muguruma sighed helplessly, Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi shook his head with a wry smile, and Love Aikawa laughed out loud.

Only Mashiro Kuna, with an innocent look on his face, asked earnestly, "Xiao Yan, you're already so strong, how come you still say you punched and kicked kindergartens and nursing homes? Those places are full of little kids and old folks."

Liu Ziyun around, looked at her, and said in a mysterious, secret-sharing tone, "You wouldn't understand, would you? You don't know, these two places usually hide the real big shots—those seemingly harmless but unfathomable beings. No matter how strong or powerful a person is, they won't come out unscathed; they might even be forced to work for someone else."

Mashiro Kuna blinked, then nodded as if she understood. "Oh... so Xiao Yan means that even though you're so strong, you can't let your guard down?"

"That's right." Liu Ziyun nodded in satisfaction. "This child is teachable."

Kisuke Urahara watched this scene in silence for a moment, then asked, "Mr. Liu, what are you planning to do next?"

This question caused Liu Ziyun's smile to gradually fade. He sheathed his twin swords, the Phoenix Wings on his back slowly dissipated, and his Mystic Robe gradually faded, eventually returning to his ordinary Shihakusho.

"What else can I do?" Liu Ziyun's tone became calm. "I'll train here for a few days, and also keep an eye on these lazybones. Then I'll go back to Soul Society and continue to lie low."

He paused, then added, "Next, there will be a few more guys like these unlucky ones, but they won't be as fortunate as them and won't survive. So I'm going to see if I can save them."

"Won't this expose you?" Kisuke Urahara asked.

Liu Ziyun sighed, "There's nothing I can do, I'm just too kind-hearted. Sigh... After all, the people in the Shiba Clan are pretty good people, and I like them quite a bit. I'll lend a hand if I can."

His tone carried a hint of helplessness and self-deprecation. "Besides, the future 'savior' will also have some connection with them. Let's build good relations beforehand, so that the kid doesn't get wiped out in no time when he comes out."

These words made Kisuke Urahara frown. "With your current strength, even the Captain-Commander is probably no match for you. What are you still afraid of? Is that so-called 'savior' really that strong?"

Liu Ziyun around and looked at Kisuke Urahara, his empty eye sockets seemingly burning with some kind of profound light.

He didn't answer immediately, but remained silent for a moment, as if recalling something or organizing his thoughts.

Then he spoke, his tone unusually serious. "Didn't I tell you how powerful that kid is? Why do you think I'm hiding? Why do you think I'm letting Aizen go?"

His voice deepened. "If that kid were as simple as you say, I would have killed him the moment Aizen appeared decades ago. Why would I have needed to hide until now?"

Kisuke Urahara silent. He could sense that what Liu Ziyun said at this moment was neither an exaggeration nor a joke.

"But," Kisuke Urahara said slowly, "I don't think anyone, now or in the future, is stronger than you. Why do you insist on waiting for him to appear? I don't believe there's anyone you can't handle."

Liu Ziyun looked at him, a bitter smile playing on his lips, "That kid is the kind of person who could one day take down the Devouring Soul King."

These words were like a bomb, exploding in everyone's hearts.