It couldn't break through the defense?
Allen stared blankly at the Zanpakuto in his hand, which had yet to undergo Shikai.
As far as he knew, this Nameless Zanpakuto was actually the "Asauchi" he had received at Shino Academy.
It merely had to be returned upon graduation for secondary processing before it gained the ability to undergo Shikai and Bankai.
Yet this weapon imprinted with his own soul could not even cut through the shell of an Adjuchas?
Was this a joke?
The Adjuchas had clearly noticed Allen's reaction. It immediately swung a fist and sent him flying with a bang, then burst into laughter. "Hahahaha! See that, you foolish Death? With your pitiful strength, you can't threaten me at all. Today, I'll eat you right here."
"Shell armor, Cero, Sonido, Supernatural Regeneration..."
"An Adjuchas is much harder to deal with than I expected. It seems I'll have to complete Shikai to kill you."
Speaking in a rather helpless tone, Allen slowly climbed to his feet, dusted the dirt from his body, gripped the hilt, and softly chanted, "Listen to the voice of all things ending. Death descends!"
The moment his words fell!
The ordinary Nameless Zanpakuto instantly changed form. Its blade became long and narrow, emanating a chilling gray-white glow, while tiny skulls appeared along its hilt.
Clearly, this was the Zanpakuto Allen had condensed from his own soul—a terrifying weapon capable of killing anything, even himself.
As everyone knew, a Zanpakuto's form and abilities were closely tied to the essence of its wielder's soul.
For example, Gin Ichimaru wished to eliminate the powerful Aizen, so his Zanpakuto was Kamishini no Yari, the weapon best suited for assassination.
Then there was Renji Abarai, whose violent nature was reflected in Zabimaru, a Zanpakuto with the form of a wild beast.