He went to the riverbank and washed his face. For the past few days, whether day or night, Uchiha Hiko had been fighting the burly man wreathed in blue-white flames.
Uchiha Hiko opened the "Ichimon" and was repeatedly sent flying, got back up, sent flying again, got back up...
After at least several hundred such battles, nearly two-thirds of the scattered Zanpakuto in the area had been used up.
The remaining ones looked even more sparse than at the beginning.
"Training again today?" The burly man stood behind Uchiha Hiko. He needed no rest and produced no physical grime.
He was like a machine that never needed to stop, running hour after hour while remaining at peak condition.
After all, he was the manifested form of a Zanpakuto—and Ryujin Jakka, the strongest fire-type Zanpakuto at that.
Uchiha Hiko shook his head. "No more training. I still have some matters to deal with." His tone was calm.
Uchiha Hiko decided to hold back for now. Since his power could no longer reach its absolute peak, he hoped his combat skills could make up for that shortcoming.
Hopefully...
Looking at the Zanpakuto scattered across the wasteland, Uchiha Hiko thought, Sooner or later, I'll reclaim the power left here. But the most urgent thing now is to go to Kisuke Urahara's place and get the Seven Dragon Balls back.
The Dragon Balls had been stored with Kisuke Urahara for far too long. He had only intended to lend them out for three days, yet seven had already passed.
If this dragged on any longer, who knew what kind of trouble Kisuke Urahara might stir up.
More importantly, he would definitely be heading to another world to settle matters either tonight or tomorrow morning. The Dragon Balls might prove extremely useful then.
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