Wanting to Change the Fate of Kenpachi Zaraki and Yachiru Kusajishi

(I have some family matters to attend to recently, so I may have to take a break from updating for a while)

Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai remained silent for a moment, digesting Liu Ziyun's words. His fingers tapped lightly on the hilt of the Ryūjin Jakka sword, the rhythmic sound echoing in the Muken, empty space.

"Kenpachi Zaraki," Liu Ziyun continued, his voice tinged with emotion, "Is actually quite similar to him. After fighting Retsu once, he secluded himself to derive pleasure from fighting Retsu."

His gaze fell on Retsu Unohana, a hint of tenderness and heartache flashing in his eyes. Retsu Unohana's expression remained unchanged, but a complex emotion flickered in her eyes—memories, longing, and a deep, almost compassionate helplessness.

"After that," Liu Ziyun continued, "He wandered around, always wanting to find an opponent like Lie, but he never succeeded. So his original power leaked out and transformed into a baby girl. He then named her Yachiru to replace Lie's existence. Because the baby girl appeared in the Kusajishi District, she took Kusajishi as her surname."

He paused, then continued, "When Kenpachi Zaraki Zanpakuto, Yachiru Kusajishi will return to Kenpachi Zaraki's body. I—" His voice softened, tinged with reluctance, "... don't really want Yachiru Kusajishi to return to his body. So I want to try, with my abilities, to see if I can separate her."

Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai's brows furrowed even more, a hint of worry flashing in his aged eyes. "Will Kenpachi Zaraki's fighting strength decline?"

Liu Ziyun shook his head, his voice carrying a hint of confidence and certainty. "Probably not. After all, Kenpachi Zaraki unleashes the power belonging to Yachiru Kusajishi, he loses his mind. His own body can't withstand that power."

He paused, then continued, "If I could separate Yachiru, Kenpachi Zaraki would be able to use his full power while maintaining his rationality. In that case, his combat strength would not only not decrease, but would actually increase."

Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai remained silent for a long time. His gaze lingered on Liu Ziyun's face, and something was churning in those aged eyes—thought, decision, and a deep, almost absolute trust.

"Then I'll arrange for them to come here." His voice was deep and powerful. "In your current state, are you capable of doing those things?"

Liu Ziyun looked down at his hands, feeling the Reiatsu within his body, which, though weak, was becoming more concentrated. A hint of uncertainty and hesitation flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

"I don't know," he said calmly and honestly, "I'll give it a try."

Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai nodded without saying anything more. He turned and walked towards the exit of the Muken. Retsu Unohana followed behind him. Before leaving, she glanced back at Liu Ziyun, a hint of encouragement and trust flashing in her gentle eyes.

Two figures disappeared at the end of the stairs, and the gate to the Muken closed once more.

Liu Ziyun stood alone on the black, flat ground and let out a long sigh. He sat down again, placed the Life-Taker Tulu Blade across his lap, closed his eyes, and entered Blade Zen once more.

Inside the crater, the Giant Egg still lay there quietly. The clone still sat cross-legged in front of the egg, hands in a mudra, eyes closed, as if meditating.

Liu Ziyun up to her, sat down cross-legged, placed his hands on the eggshell, and began to continuously channel his Reiatsu into the Giant Egg. His power flowed like a trickle, endlessly merging into that unknown ocean.

"This time," he whispered, his voice echoing through the crater, "I'm going to save one person. Someone who shouldn't have disappeared."

The woman inside the egg did not answer, but the patterns on the eggshell seemed to brighten even more, and the golden dragon and the red phoenix seemed to swim more joyfully. As if responding to his words, as if encouraging him, as if telling him—you can do it.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the Seireitei, Kenpachi Zaraki was sitting in his barracks, idly wiping his Zanpakuto. Yachiru Kusajishi was lying on his back, her little hands wrapped around his neck, already asleep, a naive smile on her small face.

A messenger pushed open the door, holding a document in his hand. "Captain Zaraki, the Captain-Commander orders you and Lieutenant Yachiru Kusajishi to proceed to the Muken immediately. Mr. Liu Ziyun is waiting for you."

Kenpachi Zaraki's hand, which was wiping his Zanpakuto, suddenly stopped. His eyes lit up, a glint of excitement flashing in his sharp eyes, like a hungry beast that had finally spotted its prey.

"Muken?" His voice was low and hoarse, tinged with barely suppressed excitement. "So, Liu Ziyun is finally going to fight me?"

He stood up, Zanpakuto over his shoulder, and grinned in an almost maniacal smile. Yachiru Kusajishi was startled awake by his sudden movement, rubbing her sleepy eyes, her little face full of confusion. "Little Kenpachi, what's wrong?"

Kenpachi Zaraki did not answer, but strode towards the door. His steps were rapid and powerful, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly, as if he couldn't wait to rush to the battlefield.

But what he didn't notice was that when he heard "Yachiru Kusajishi is going too," he paused slightly, a hint of hesitation and reluctance flashing in his eyes. He turned to look at the little girl clinging to his back, a tender, complex light flickering in his sharp eyes.

Then he turned around and continued walking forward. His steps were still hurried, but with a hint of heaviness—as if he knew that something unpredictable might happen on this trip to the Muken.

Yachiru Kusajishi lay on his back, her little hands wrapped around his neck, her face full of curiosity and excitement.

She didn't know what awaited her, but she believed in Little Kenpachi —the man who had rescued her from the wilderness of the Kusajishi District, the man who had given her a name, a home, and everything.