Seeing everyone looking at him, "Kirito"—or rather, Kirito scratched his head. "What? Is there something strange about me going?"
"No, that's not right. Lord Ailin said only Captain-level Zanpakuto could participate. Aren't you a Zanpakuto that's always been on the mountainside? Wait until five Captain-level Zanpakuto have been chosen before coming out."
The one who said this was a Seat Officer-level Zanpakuto, positioned below the mountainside.
Well, as for why he was so familiar with Kirito, that had to do with the beautiful Zanpakuto around him. Judging by the distance between them, they were practically pressed against Kirito.
"Uh, well, I can barely count as a Captain-level Zanpakuto. I can Bankai the Zanpakuto in my hand."
"Though in my memories, it's called Memory Release..."
Seeing Kirito like this, the Seat Officer-level Zanpakuto's face twisted.
"Heh heh, you really deserve to die..."
Ailin nodded at Kirito. "Fine, you count. That makes three now."
Kirito was acceptable too.
He did not use him much anyway. Letting Kirito get some fresh air was good.
Otherwise, this guy spent all day fooling around with the other Zanpakuto and would ruin the atmosphere in Unlimited Blade Works.
Ailin was even considering whether he should separate weapons like Shining Light, Jervis, Pina, and Solingen Hammer a little more.
Did the memories of a weapon's owner influence the weapon's preferences too?
Still, Ailin remembered that when the Sword of Golden Osmanthus had still been around, Kirito had been planted together with it at the top of Sword Hill.
He had not expected that after Alice volunteered to protect Haruko, Kirito would run off to the middle of Sword Hill.
Sure enough, men—no, male swords—were all scumbags. The Sword of Golden Osmanthus had only been gone for a few years, yet Yezora had already hooked up with all