"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
Before Byakuya Kuchiki could recover his senses, even more fragments of Thousand Blades came hurtling toward him.
Byakuya Kuchiki swung the hilt of Senbonzakura in his hand. A massive amount of spiritual pressure transformed into countless tiny cherry-colored blades, meeting the fragments of Thousand Blades head-on.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Layer after layer of cherry-colored blade storms was scattered by Thousand Blades' fragments, yet under Byakuya Kuchiki's control, the countless blades gathered together again and collided with the fragments of Thousand Blades.
However, while Byakuya Kuchiki's attention was focused on the fragments of Thousand Blades, Ailin had already drawn close.
By the time Byakuya Kuchiki noticed Ailin, Ailin had already raised the hilt of Thousand Blades high and brought it down upon him.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
The instant Ailin slashed down, a thousand fragments of Thousand Blades swiftly broke through Senbonzakura's blockade, forming a complete blade that swept across Byakuya's body...
"Slash!"
Flicking the blood from Thousand Blades, Ailin turned back with the corners of his lips curling slightly. "Byakuya, this is your first weakness as you are now."
"Once the blade of your Zanpakuto transforms entirely into blades, Senbonzakura loses the most basic close-range offensive and defensive capabilities of a sword. When you control Senbonzakura to attack, you yourself are almost completely defenseless."
"Is that so? Then I truly must thank Uncle-in-law Ailin for the reminder."
Though a fresh sword wound had appeared on his body, Byakuya Kuchiki did not even furrow his brow.
Over the past two months, he had suffered wounds like this more times than he could count.
As long as he still had the strength to fight, his uncle-in-law would not treat his injuries.
And Byakuya did not think he needed to heal his wounds before continuing the fight while he