"Yu means I!" Ronglin began drawing Kyoraku Shunsui's attention away from the Hollow.
"Oh! I've heard some legends about that. Apparently, there's an ancient country far away where yu is used to mean I..." Kyoraku Shunsui began rattling on, showing off his vast knowledge to Ronglin.
"I'm impressed, truly impressed!" Ronglin had no choice but to flatter him. "You're so knowledgeable—you must come from a wealthy family! Big Brother, you have to look after me!"
"Hehe! Yes, a wealthy family!" Kyoraku Shunsui let out an inexplicable sigh. "Once you get to the Soul Society, you'll understand just how wealthy."
As he spoke, Kyoraku Shunsui slowly drew the Zanpakuto at his waist.
"Big Brother! What are you trying to do?" Ronglin knew Kyoraku Shunsui was about to perform a Soul Burial on him, but he still pretended to know nothing. "Is cutting down someone who came to rely on you how you look after people?"
Kyoraku Shunsui turned the blade around, revealing the mark at the end of its hilt. His lazy smile was unmistakable, and Ronglin's performance put him much more at ease.
"Don't be afraid. I won't cut you. I'll use my family's exclusive Gate of the Worlds to send you to the Soul Society!" Kyoraku Shunsui said lewdly. "Quick, simple, and painless!"
Ronglin nearly burst into curses. That scheming bastard Kyoraku Shunsui still suspected him. A damn Gate of the Worlds—did he think Laozi had never seen one before? If there were a Gate of the Worlds, why would he still need this Soul Burial ritual?
No matter how displeased he was inside, Ronglin still had to maintain a grateful expression as Kyoraku Shunsui pressed the end of his Zanpakuto against his forehead.
This is fucking humiliating! Ronglin cursed inwardly.
As a burst of white light rose, Ronglin