Seireitei There is a strange sound echoing in the sky.
It wasn't an alarm, it was the sound of metal colliding with glass, and people screaming.
These sounds came from all directions, intertwined, and collided back and forth between the street and Squad Barracks.
Kuchiki Kyōka stands on top of Hill of the Twin Executions.
He wears Visored on his face, and the white surface reflects in the sun.
He opened his hands and inserted Muramasa into the rock at his feet, with lavender ripples spreading out from the blade.
Those ripples spread out in circles, covering the entire Seireitei.
Every time a ripple passed by, the Zanpakutō began to tremble.
The blade became hot, the tangs loosened, and a low hum came from the handle.
Then the knife jumped out from the owner's waist, fell to the ground and turned into a human form.
There were men and women, old and young, wearing all kinds of clothes and holding long knives with the same blade as their own.
They stood in front of their master, with unfamiliar eyes, as if they were looking at strangers. Shinigami were stunned.
"You... you are my Zanpakutō?"
"It's me." the other party replied.
"Then how did you..."
The conversation ended here, and the materialized Zanpakuto raised its sword and struck at its master.
Shinigami can only hide and dare not fight back.
It was my own sword, and it had been with me for decades or hundreds of years.
What should I do if it's broken? What should I do if it's gone?
Can it still be Shikai in the future? Can it still be Bankai?
With these questions stuck in my mind, the knife in my hand slowed down for a moment.
The physical Zanpakutō doesn't care about this, they strike very hard, and every strike is aimed at the vital point.
Some Shinigami were slashed in the shoulders, with blood splattering three feet away. Some had half of their ears cut off and were rolling on the ground holding their wounds.
Seat Officer and above are better than Shinigami.
Their Zanpakutō is stronger and more difficult to deal with after it materializes.
But Seat Officer people also dare not make a fatal move, so they can only delay and think of ways to get the knife back.
The whole Seireitei is a mess.
Twelfth Division Squad Barracks.
Research and Development Bureau.
Kurotsuchi Mayuri is sitting in front of the center console.
A dense stream of data scrolled on the screen, all of which were research records on the birth mechanism of souls.
He held his chin with his right hand and tapped randomly on the console with his left hand, modifying the parameters of a certain formula.
Not long after Urahara Kisuke was taken away by Central 46's guards.
Will Urahara be okay? Maybe, maybe not, it doesn't matter to him anyway. But Yan Si is definitely okay.
Shunko Patriarch's man, Kuchiki Patriarch's teacher, Captain-General Yamamoto's disciple.
There is a network of connections, Central 46 If those old men want to touch him, they must first consider whether their necks are strong enough.
As long as Yan Si is fine, he will definitely be fine.
And... maybe I can take over Research and Development Bureau soon and study it wholeheartedly.
Kurotsuchi Mayuri raised the corner of his mouth and continued to type on the keyboard.
Suddenly there was the sound of glass breaking behind me.
Bang! Kurotsuchi Mayuri frowned and cursed without turning his head, "I have told you to be careful, these experimental equipment are very expensive."
He now completely regards Research and Development Bureau as his own.
Every instrument, every test tube, every bottle of reagent is his property, and whoever breaks it will pay for it.
"Nirvana, acting director Kurotsuchi Mayuri..." The researcher's voice was trembling and he could not speak completely.
"Wow!" Akon screamed, "Director, help!" He directly removed the word agent. Kurotsuchi Mayuri then turned his head and saw a chubby little yellow thing running around on the test bench.
The thing was round and round, and it kept spewing purple mist from its mouth. Wherever the mist sprayed, white smoke came out.
Reagent bottles burst, petri dishes melted, and recording paper curled and burned black.
It jumped from one end of the test bench to the other, and then back to the other end.
Every time he took a step, he made a squealing sound from his mouth, and his attitude was very arrogant.
Kurotsuchi Mayuri squinted his eyes, he recognized it.
This is Ashisogi Jizō, his Zanpakutō.
The materialized Zanpakuto stopped on the test bench.
It turned its head, stared at Kurotsuchi Mayuri, and opened its mouth, revealing its fine teeth.
He screamed loudly, the sound was high-pitched and thin, like a baby having a tantrum.
Kurotsuchi Mayuri understood. "Huh?"
His voice became colder. "You want better treatment?"
"Do you need a break from time to time?"
"You still have to be in a good mood to participate in the transformation?"
Ashisogi Jizō nodded vigorously.
It raised its short hand, pointed at the poisoned researchers around it, and then pointed at itself, then put its hands on its hips, looking extremely angry.
Kurotsuchi Mayuri's face turned completely cold, he stood up from the chair and walked over slowly.
"It seems that you need to be educated."
Ashisogi Jizō's eyes widened, and it opened its mouth and spit out poisonous mist.
The purple mist was so thick that it could not be dissolved, and it instantly enveloped Kurotsuchi Mayuri's entire body.
The mist rolled and surged, wrapping around his body like a living thing and getting into his mouth and nose.
Ashisogi Jizō stared at the purple mist.
Three seconds, five seconds, ten seconds. It started to clap, its little short hands clapping again and again, making a snapping sound.
Quack! He laughed happily, his laughter was shrill and weird.
Halfway through laughing, the laughter stopped.
A palm poked out from the purple mist.
Five fingers spread out and pinched Ashisogi Jizō's neck.
Ashisogi Jizō's smile froze on his face.
Kurotsuchi Mayuri came out of the purple mist, all wet, and his clothes were stained with purple liquid.
But his face was clean, without any sign of poisoning, and he looked at the Zanpakutō in his hand with disdain.
"I studied this poison."
"Before I transformed you, I used it on myself first."
"You still want to use this thing against me?"
"It seems that your intelligence is somewhat deficient and you need to be re-educated." Ashisogi Jizō's eyes shrank, his short hands scratched wildly, and his short legs kicked wildly.
He twisted his body around, trying to get rid of that hand.
But the hand tightened tighter and tighter, and the five fingers tightened around its neck like iron pliers.
Its face began to turn purple, and its mouth opened to say something, but no sound came out.
Akon watched with fear, and he stammered:
"Bureau, Director... that's your Zanpakutō, if it's broken..."
The words are not finished yet.
Click.
A very soft sound.
Ashisogi Jizō's body softened, and it changed from the materialized state back to a knife, a knife broken into two pieces.
The blade was broken in the middle, the fracture was uneven, and the blade was crooked to one side.
Kurotsuchi Mayuri held the upper half, and the lower half fell to the ground with a clang. Akon opened his mouth wide.
Kurotsuchi Mayuri turned to look at him, his tone was very normal.
"Why keep a disobedient thing?"
He threw the broken knife into the container next to him.
The container is filled with transparent liquid, and the broken knife sinks and lies at the bottom of the liquid, with tiny bubbles emerging from the broken edge.
Akon was stunned in place.
Kurotsuchi Mayuri walked up to him and said, "Hurry up and check if there is something wrong with Seireitei."
Akon came to his senses. "Yes, yes!" He turned around and ran to the monitoring console, tapping his fingers quickly on the console.
The screen lit up, Reishi's scans were spread out layer by layer, and Akon's pupils suddenly shrank.
Red marks are densely packed, covering the entire screen.
Each mark represents an alarm issued by a team member.
These alarms came from all corners of Seireitei, from the east, west, south, and north, covering almost all areas. Akon's face began to tremble, and he turned around violently.
Kurotsuchi Mayuri is standing among the group of researchers who fell to the ground.
He held a spray bottle in his hand and sprayed transparent liquid on the researcher's face.
The liquid falls on the skin, and those poisonous purple spots begin to fade.
"Director!" Akon's voice was trembling, "All Seireitei have sounded the alarm!"
Akon pointed at the screen. "From the analysis data of Reishi, there are traces of Kuchiki Kyōka Reishi, which is probably the Zanpakutō rebellion!"
Kurotsuchi Mayuri put down the watering can, walked to the monitoring station, and looked at the dense red dots.
"I understand." The voice was calm.
He turned around and fished out the two severed knives from the container.
Put the upper and lower halves together and hold them down with your hands.
Fine Reishi oozed from the fracture, but there was no sign of healing.
He came back with the broken sword and said to Akon, "Contact each division." "Tell them that breaking the Zanpakutō is one of the solutions."
Akon was stunned and widened his eyes. "Ah? What kind of solution is this?"
Kurotsuchi Mayuri snorted, "It's just broken, and it can be restored slowly later. It's better than the current chaotic situation, where you don't even know where the enemy is."
He walked to the monitoring console and reached out to press the buttons on the console. The red dots on the screen began to decrease and disappear one by one.
"The top priority now is to find the enemy."
Akon nodded vigorously, turned around, ran into the communication room, picked up the communication device, connected to each team, and spread Kurotsuchi Mayuri's words.
On the monitor screen, the red dots are still decreasing.
Kurotsuchi Mayuri is filtered layer by layer, eliminating team member alarms, ordinary Reishi fluctuations and all interference items.
In the end, there was only one position left, and there was a huge red mark flashing in the center of the screen.
Kurotsuchi Mayuri grinned from the corners of his mouth to the base of his ears.
"Now let's see where you can run."
The position on the screen is exactly Hill of the Twin Executions of Seireitei. He shouted loudly, "Notify everyone, the enemy is at Hill of the Twin Executions!"
Eighth Division Squad Barracks Training Ground.
Kyōraku Shunsui The communication device standing on the waist rang.
Akon's voice came from inside, repeating Kurotsuchi Mayuri's words.
Breaking the Zanpakutō is one of the solutions.
Kyōraku Shunsui raised his head.
Katen stood a few meters away in front of him.
She held the cigarette rod in her hand, the tobacco was burning, and fine white smoke floated from the corner of her mouth.
Kyōkotsu stood behind him, that small figure holding a huge knife in both hands, the blade dragging on the ground.
Katen smiled and asked softly, "What, are you going to break us?"
Kyōkotsu didn't make a sound, but she raised the knife in her hand and pointed the tip at Kyōraku Shunsui's back. Kyōraku Shunsui reached out and pulled the brim of the hat, and said leisurely, "How is that possible? You didn't really attack me."
He turned his head and looked at the small figure behind him. "That kid just wants to play games."
Katen laughed out loud, the laughter was very soft, with a lazy ending. "Haha, you are not stupid."
She never thought about really dealing with Kyōraku Shunsui from the beginning to the end.
From the moment she materialized, she just stood there, smoking and talking, watching him being chased around by Kyōkotsu.
As for Kyōkotsu, those attacks look vicious.
But if you look closely, you will find that it is actually playing a game.
Ghost catching game, shadow stepping game.
Games played by children.
It's just a child's game, sometimes very cruel.
Kyōraku Shunsui, with a smile on his face, said softly:
"Can we reconcile?" He asked casually, as if asking what to have for dinner tonight.
Katen walked up to Kyōkotsu. She held the cigarette rod in her right hand and pressed her left hand on Kyōkotsu's head. She inserted five fingers into the child's fluffy hair and rubbed it gently.
Kyōkotsu didn't resist. She lowered her head and still held the huge knife in her hands.
"Aren't you bored now?"
Katen exhaled a puff of smoke, and the smoke slowly dispersed and became lighter in the air.
"Please play with this child for a while."
Kyōraku Shunsui raised his head slightly, squinted his eyes and looked past Katen, past the wall of Training Ground, and looked at the smoking Squad Barracks in the distance.
Seireitei It's very confusing now.
There are sounds of fighting everywhere, and waves of Reiatsu collisions everywhere.
But he knew that these chaos were just symptoms.
As long as we can't find the root cause, as long as we can't catch the person hiding behind the scenes, no amount of fighting will be of any use.
Why did he run back to Squad Barracks? Why did he stand here?
He is waiting for information from his subordinates, news from Second Division Stealth Force, and results from Twelfth Division Research and Development Bureau.
The remaining captains will definitely be closely monitored by the enemy.
He deliberately stayed alone and deliberately ran back to Training Ground, just to lure out the enemy in the dark.
Unfortunately, I have been waiting for a long time and no one came.
That sight hidden in the dark never made a move on him.
Kyōraku Shunsui lowered his head and said slowly, "Then let's play for a while."
Twelfth Division Squad Barracks Backyard.
The situation is similar to Eighth Division.
There was a tall man standing in the middle of the backyard, Shiba Kaien.
He held the knife in both hands, the knife was stained with water, and his hair was wet and stuck to his forehead.
There is a person standing opposite, no, it is not a human, it is human-shaped water. The water condenses into the shape of a human, with a head, a torso, and limbs.
But it is completely transparent and has no facial features, but Shiba Kaien knows that it is looking at itself.
Nejibana, his Zanpakutō.
Shiba Kaien Take a deep breath, hold the handle of the knife tightly, and prepare to charge forward again.
"Kaien."
A voice came from the side.
Shiba Kaien Turn your head.
Ukitake Jūshirō stood at the edge of the corridor.
There were two children beside him, a boy and a girl, wearing small Priest Robes.
The boy was holding on to his trousers, and the girl was holding on to his cuffs, dangling there.
"Don't be so rude." Ukitake Jūshirō's voice was gentle, "Communicate well with your Zanpakutō."
He lowered his head and looked at the two children who were making trouble next to him, Sōgyo no Kotowari. These two little guys had not done anything serious since they had materialized, and had been pestering him for snacks.
He just took out two snacks from his arms and calmed them down.
"He is your soul clone." Ukitake Jūshirō continued, "How could he really attack you."
He pointed at Sōgyo no Kotowari, "As long as we listen carefully, we will definitely be able to understand each other."
Shiba Kaien twitched the corner of his mouth.
He also wants to communicate and talk well.
But the guy opposite didn't speak at all and kept attacking from the moment he materialized.
The water whip comes, the water blade cuts, and the waterspout rolls.
What can he do?
"Captain." Shiba Kaien's voice was a little helpless, "The current situation can't be too leisurely."
He glanced at the smoking Squad Barracks in the distance, "Keep dragging it on, Seireitei will collapse."
"Idiot!" Ukitake Jūshirō suddenly shouted, the voice was very loud. The two children next to him were so frightened that they stopped and looked up at him.
Ukitake Jūshirō is in good condition today, no coughing, no wheezing, and even some color on his face.
He glared at Shiba Kaien: "If Seireitei collapsed so easily, it would have ceased to exist a long time ago, right?"
He took a deep breath. "Communicate well with your Zanpakutō!"
Shiba Kaien was stunned. He stood there holding the knife and looked at Ukitake Jūshirō's serious face.
After a moment, he stood up straight with the tip of the knife hanging to the ground, looked at the human-shaped waterspout opposite and asked softly:
"Can we chat? Nejibana."
The waterspout stopped, and the churning water slowly calmed down.
The water surface became as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the figure of Shiba Kaien.
It didn't nod or shake its head, it just stood there.
Shiba Kaien stared at it for a few seconds, and then he made a decision.
He put the knife back into his waist and walked towards the waterspout with his bare hands, stopping three steps in front of it with a smile on his face. "Nejibana, let's have a cup of tea together?"
Ukitake Jūshirō looked at the back with his brows twitching. Let a humanoid Zanpakutō drink tea with his body covered with water. What kind of invitation is this?
But the waterspout didn't refuse, it moved.
The water flow began to shrink and condense, shrinking from a huge three-foot-tall human form to the height of a normal person.
The outline becomes clearer and the female figure can be seen.
It nodded towards Shiba Kaien.
Shiba Kaien turned around with a smile and walked towards the tea room.
The waterspout followed him with light steps, leaving wet footprints on the ground.
Ukitake Jūshirō looked at their backs.
A pleased smile appeared on his face.
He lowered his head and saw Sōgyo no Kotowari looking up at him.
The eyes of the two little guys were shining brightly, and the corners of their mouths were still stained with snack residue. Ukitake Jūshirō squatted down and stretched out his hands. "Come on, let's continue playing."
Sōgyo no Kotowari laughed.
Not long after, the communicator rang again.
Ukitake Jūshirō straightened up, reached out to take off the communicator from his waist, and pressed the answer button.
Kurotsuchi Mayuri's voice came from inside. "The enemy's location is Hill of the Twin Executions."
Ukitake Jūshirō's expression changed.
He put away the communicator and looked down at Sōgyo no Kotowari: "Come with me there."
Sōgyo no Kotowari nodded at the same time.
The boy grabbed his left hand and the girl grabbed his right hand. The three figures jumped up at the same time and flew towards the sky.
The entrance of the tea room.
As soon as Shiba Kaien came out with the tea cup, he saw the jumping figure of Ukitake Jūshirō.
He put the tea cup aside and put his right hand on the handle of the knife. Nejibana came out from behind him, and they both jumped up at the same time and rushed in the direction of Hill of the Twin Executions.
Eighth Division Training Ground.
Kyōraku Shunsui heard the voice in the communicator.
He took off the bamboo hat, but it was torn.
The tear was huge, from the edge to the top of the hat. He pinched the brim of the hat with his fingers, looked at it for two seconds, and then dropped the hat on the ground.
Kyōraku Shunsui raised his head and said with a smile, "Katen Kyōkotsu, let's go somewhere else to play."
Katen was standing not far away. She looked down at Kyōkotsu, and Kyōkotsu looked up at her.
Katen smiled and said softly, "No problem."
She reached out and rubbed Kyōkotsu's head. "Let's go there together."
Kyōkotsu nodded.
Three figures disappeared in Training Ground.
First Division Barracks. Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto stood at the end of the corridor.
He didn't have a cane, so Ryūjin Jakka was thrown into the sealed chamber deep in Squad Barracks, and the knife was locked inside.
Now he is empty-handed and looking at Training Ground not far away.
Chōjirō Sasakibe is fighting his Zanpakutō.
Gonryōmaru, Soul Society The only lightning-type Zanpakutō, very powerful.
The fight between the two was fierce.
The sword flashed and thunder and lightning roared.
Training Ground's walls were covered with charred marks, and the ground was cracked with deep grooves.
Chōjirō Sasakibe and Haori are torn, half of the sleeves are missing, the hem is charred and curled, there is sweat on the face, and the breathing is a little messy.
Gonryōmaru stood opposite him, the two looked at each other, neither of them retreated.
The communicator rang.
Captain-General Yamamoto looked down and reached out to press the answer button. Kurotsuchi Mayuri's voice came out. "The enemy's location is Hill of the Twin Executions."
Captain-General Yamamoto put away the communicator, raised his head and said in a deep voice, "Sasakibe, Gonryōmaru, it's time to go."
"Yes!" Sasakibe and Gonryōmaru actually stopped at the same time to respond.
The two of them turned to look at each other at the same time.
Finally, I chose to follow Captain-General Yamamoto silently.
Heading towards Hill of the Twin Executions.