Tsunayashiro Sosuke stared at the two different video recordings. His face remained expressionless, but inside, he was already seething with hatred.
After discussing the plan with the clan elder that day, he had intended to dispose of Tsunayashiro Kojiro that very night.
At the same time, to prevent Asano Kiyoshi from possibly going to find Kojiro, he had arranged for a group of people to monitor Asano Kiyoshi's movements in advance.
When those people returned to report, they had confirmed that Asano Kiyoshi was resting in the First Division Barracks.
Once everything was ready, he took Enrakyōten and practiced imitating Asano Kiyoshi's Shikai in a secret room within his home.
But that brat's blade was strange. Enrakyōten could only imitate its appearance?!
No matter how he manipulated those structures, he could not summon abilities like Sword Mountain and Blade Hell as Asano Kiyoshi did.
That only made Tsunayashiro Sosuke even more wary of Asano Kiyoshi.
After all, throughout the thousands of years of Soul Society's history, there had never been a Zanpakuto that Enrakyōten could not imitate!
Even Ryūjin Jakka, known as the oldest and strongest fire-type Zanpakuto, could have its abilities replicated by Enrakyōten.
Why did everything about this brat seem so damned unnatural...
Damn it! Forget it. After using the Kido passed down through generations of the Tsunayashiro Clan to alter his form into Asano Kiyoshi's, Tsunayashiro Sosuke left his home and headed for Kojiro's residence.
Still, something was strange. Given Enrakyōten's usual consumption, a minor Zanpakuto imitation might damage the soul somewhat, but it should not have left him this exhausted.
Yet as Tsunayashiro Sosuke walked down the road, he felt as though he had not slept for one or two days. His mind was muddled, and his spirits were low.
He did not think much of