The former god really had guts.
Duanmu silently called out once before taking the Asauchi into his hand.
Although this was his first time holding an ownerless Asauchi, Duan Mu knew that initial Asauchi generally did not differ much in appearance. They were mostly standardized: katana, tachi, short swords, and so on, issued according to each person's habits.
For example, among the Onmitsukidō, which Duan Mu knew best, most people who had set their sights on joining it during their time at the Soul Reaper Academy would choose short, refined blades.
That did not mean an Asauchi would never change after being received. After spending day and night with its owner, every Asauchi's blade style would undergo some changes, becoming better suited to its master's habits and transforming into a unique Zanpakuto belonging solely to that person.
The Asauchi in Duan Mu's hand was shaped like a katana. Its blade curved slightly and was about seventy centimeters long.
"So this is what it feels like?"
Duan Mu studied the Asauchi's hilt. The instant he gripped it, the spiritual pressure within his body became lively, as though it were cheering.
Even without injecting spiritual pressure into the Asauchi, Duan Mu could feel that doing so would not meet the resistance of an ordinary blade. Instead, it would flow through unhindered, almost as naturally as through his own body.
Moreover, with continuous nourishment, this feeling of wielding it as easily as his own arm would only grow stronger!
Though he wanted to experiment, Duan Mu resisted the temptation. He had never held an Asauchi before and could not determine what would happen after he injected spiritual pressure into it.
If that caused the Asauchi to acknowledge him and transform into a Zanpakuto belonging solely to him, it would be troublesome.
There would