Early the next morning, Ailin arrived at the Kuchiki Clan estate as usual and began his training.
His consciousness sank into his Inner World. Ailin came to the forest of unidentified swords and continued down his path of drawing blades.
In truth, identifying these unidentified Zanpakuto only required him to meet their owners and analyze that Shinigami's Zanpakuto. The corresponding Zanpakuto in Ailin's Inner World would then instantly become identified, granting Ailin an increase in power.
However, the Zanpakuto filling this entire realm encompassed the "swords" born throughout the past and future of the Shinigami world. Even the Kasumiōji Clan's Moyao Blade was among them.
Many of these Zanpakuto's owners had already vanished into the history of Soul Society, while many others had yet to be born in the future.
Under such circumstances, if he wanted to identify these Zanpakuto, Ailin had to do it himself.
And every time Ailin gripped a Zanpakuto's hilt, he felt as though he were playing a card-drawing game.
This sword was not even a Zanpakuto. Trash, an N-rarity card.
This one—huh? An Asauchi that had not developed a spirit. Not bad, an R-rarity card.
This sword was pretty good. It was a Moyao Blade. Acceptable, an SR-rarity card.
This Zanpakuto was at Seat Officer level. Not bad either, the same as a Moyao Blade—an SR-rarity card.
This Zanpakuto—huh? My luck is pretty good today. A Captain-level Zanpakuto!
Definitely an SSR-rarity card.
Then what about this one?
Possessed by the god of luck, the strongest Zanpakuto of some category?
I'm not washing my hands today. An absolute UR-rarity card.
But just like the games made by certain goose companies, Ailin's odds of pulling rare cards were absurdly low.
Fortunately, the countless cards in this realm all belonged to Ailin alone. As long as he kept