Urahara Kisuke falls on the stone slab of Riden.
The moment the soles of his feet touched the ground, there was a sound of gongs and drums in front of him.
The sound was very noisy and mixed, like a bunch of children playing at the same time at a celebration.
He raised his head and looked over, his eyes widening involuntarily.
Tens of meters directly ahead, Senjumaru Shutara stood there.
The doll's arms behind her hold a portable trumpet and flower drum.
Those mechanical arms stretched out behind her, like spider legs or peacock tails.
The trumpet is blowing and the flower drum is beating, but the sound is not coordinated at all, and the treble and bass are twisted together.
The fast beat and the slow beat are stacked together, like dozens of musicians playing their own music.
Shutara's face was very calm.
Her expression didn't match those voices at all, like she was sitting in a quiet tea room.
With her lips closed and her eyes half-closed, the noise circled around her, unable to even lift the corners of her clothes. After a moment, the doll's arms threw away the small props, and the horn fell to the ground with a muffled sound.
The flower drum rolled to the edge of the stone slab, turned twice, and stopped.
She raised her eyes, looked ahead, opened her mouth and spoke softly:
"Welcome to my Riden, Urahara Kisuke."
Her tone was very old-fashioned, like someone reciting on stage, with every word trailing off and every sound twisting.
Urahara Kisuke quickly bent down and bowed.
His waist was bent deeply, and his hands were pressed against the seams of his trousers.
"Excuse me, Senior Shutara."
This name is because during his investigation, the person in front of him seemed to have a deep relationship with the establishment of Twelfth Division.
First Generation Thirteen Court Guard Squads There is no clear division of responsibilities at all, just being able to kill is enough.
Later, the various areas of power were divided, forming a pattern in which each squad had certain powers.
And Twelfth Division will become a scientific research unit. Legend has it that it is because of this Senjumaru Shutara. She made Shinigami uniform when she was Twelfth Division, and was promoted to become a member of Squad Zero.
As a scientific researcher, I also have the origin of Twelfth Division, so it is not abrupt to call me "senior".
Shutara seems very happy.
She covered her mouth and smiled slightly, her eyes narrowed into two slits.
"Oh, he is a very polite guy."
Her voice leaked out from between her fingers.
"Sure enough, he's better than that idiot Kurotsuchi Mayuri."
Urahara was stunned for a moment.
I didn't expect that this person is related to Kurotsuchi Mayuri. He is indeed a senior.
He straightened up and moved his hands from the seam of his trousers to his body, murmuring in his mind: I hope this senior can be gentler.
Shutara walked sideways around the square.
Her steps were very slow, and the puppet arms behind her swayed gently to her rhythm. She looked at Urahara and asked as she walked.
"I don't understand. Since your purpose is Aizen, why do you have to come here?"
The exchange between Urahara and Yan Si a while ago was indeed heard by the members living in the Royal Palace.
They guessed that the person he was referring to was Aizen.
When Shutara mentioned Aizen, there was a look of disgust in his eyes, the corner of his mouth curled down, and he quickly took it back.
"The guy like Aizen who doesn't know the heights of the world and wants to stand on top of Soul King is completely evil."
"You want to deal with him, I agree with you."
"But..."
She paused and wanted to say Yan Si, but she didn't know how to define it.
Even now, the members of Squad Zero don't know what Yan Si wants to do.
He neither intends to destroy Three Realms and bring the world to nothingness, nor does he act like Aizen wants to stand on Soul King's head.
The last time I called in, I ran up to Soul King, took a look and left. Even Ichibē Hyōsube didn't know what the purpose of Yan Si was.
She simply asked Urahara.
"What exactly do Siwei Yan want to do?"
She knew something about the junior Twelfth Division in front of her.
The other party is very smart and loyal to Soul King, so he should take the initiative to investigate Yan Si's purpose.
Urahara reached out and scratched his head.
He inserted his fingers into the roots of his hair and scratched from his forehead to the back of his head, moving very slowly, as if he was thinking about something.
Then he laughed twice, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, sighed, looked at Shutara and said:
"Actually, I'm not completely sure."
"Yan Si brother likes to tell the truth when joking."
"At the same time, he also makes serious jokes from time to time."
"So, until now I only have a vague answer." Shutara directly opened the definition:
"Really? In other words, Siwei Yan is a liar."
After a pause, he continued:
"It doesn't matter even if it's just a guess, I'm really curious."
This was the first time in so many years that she had such serious curiosity about Shinigami.
An unknown existence like Yan Si is really attractive.
Unfortunately, that guy rushed straight towards Ōetsu Nimaiya without even stopping.
Urahara's eyes moved slightly downward.
He looked at the ground where Shutara had moved, and there were shallow footprints on the stone slabs.
He raised his head again and responded with a smile:
"Brother Yan Si, maybe he wants to make the world a better place and continue to move towards Future."
"Not only Human World, but even Hueco Mundo, Soul Society, and Yan Si all seem to want to push forward." "I don't know the specific method."
Shutara stopped and turned around, facing Urahara Kisuke head-on.
Her puppet arms folded behind her, nodded, and spoke softly:
"That's it."
"I understand why someone like you would be willing to sacrifice your life for him."
Urahara Kisuke puts his hand on the Zanpakutō.
His fingers clasped the handle of the knife, his thumb pressed against the blade, his expression became serious, his eyes flashed, and his voice was low:
"Hahaha, it would be great if senior can understand."
"Yan Si brother, I gave you an illusion called hope."
"How could I not be addicted?"
He lowered his body slightly, bent his knees, lowered his center of gravity, and pressed his feet against the stone slab.
Yan Si has expressed many things very early on. His attitude toward Nobles, his dissatisfaction with Human World, and his doubts about Soul Society.
Urahara has seen all these situations, but has always felt that Three Realms can only do this.
Until Yan Si gives a possibility, that is Three Realms's hope of moving forward.
For a scientist like him, without the imagination of Future, there would be no creation.
In the past, it was because Urahara couldn't think of a way out, so he chose to compromise.
But now that Yan Si is blazing a trail ahead, how could he not want to see the completely different Future.
Shutara nodded again.
Her puppet arms unfolded from behind her, and those mechanical fingers spread out in the air, as if they were grabbing something.
"Then there's nothing we can do."
The corners of Urahara's mouth turned up.
He pulled the knife out from his waist and laid the blade in front of him.
"Yeah, there's no way." He didn't try to stop the other party from fighting.
After explaining their positions, the two officially became enemies.
His eyes were staring at Shutara, and Shutara's eyes were staring at him.
No one moved, but the air had begun to change.
Rub!
Urahara Kisuke directly pulled out the Zanpakutō.
The sound of the blade being unsheathed is very soft, like a bird spreading its wings.
He wiped his thumb across the blade and opened his lips.
"Cry, Benihime!"
A red crescent blade shot out from the tip of the blade.
The spiritual blade was very large, curved like a crescent moon, with tiny spots of light on its edge, and it slashed towards Shutara.
The spirit blade made a sharp bird call as it sliced through the air. The sound was very high and thin, like a needle scraping across porcelain. Shutara The arms of the doll behind him moved.
Thin needles suddenly appeared on the fingertips of those mechanical fingers. The needles were very long and thin, shining silvery white under the Reishi light.
Six arms were raised at the same time, and their fingers were piercing the air quickly, up and down, and left and right.
The tip of the needle left a trail of silver tracks in the air. Those tracks were intertwined, and a piece of red cloth was woven in a matter of seconds.
The cloth was so big that it completely covered Shutara.
The cloth surface is very smooth, like silk water, with a soft luster under the Reishi light.
Bang!
The crescent blade struck the red cloth.
The sound was not like a knife cutting cloth, but like a knife cutting stone.
The spirit blade exploded, emitting a large amount of smoke. White smoke surged from the impact point to all directions, swallowing the figure of Shutara.
After the smoke dispersed, there was not even a trace on the red cloth.
It was as smooth as new, not even wrinkled. Urahara Kisuke's eyes were staring at the piece of cloth, with red light reflecting in his pupils.
He smiled and said:
"What a terrifying ability."
As he spoke, he continued to swing his Zanpakutō.
One knife after another, red crescent blades shot out from the blade and hit the red cloth.
Boom boom boom--!
The explosions continued, one after another, like a barrage of cannons.
Smoke exploded from the cloth, one after another, covering the entire square.
He knew that just using such a move would not have any effect on Shutara.
After more than a dozen spirit blade attacks, the field was filled with smoke. White fog rolled over the stone slabs, entangled between the pillars, and cut off all sightlines.
Taking advantage of the smoke blocking his vision, he let out a low roar.
"Restrain, Benihime!" He stood there and waved his Zanpakutō.
The blade rotated in a circle, emitting a network of black and red Reiatsu.
The net was very big, like a fishing net, and it was wrapped forward.
The net was submerged in the smoke for a moment, and his eyes widened slightly.
Got it.
He immediately reached out and grabbed the end of the mesh-like Reiatsu, and slapped it hard on the ground.
His palm hit the stone slab, making a dull sound.
He wanted to fix the net to the ground to restrain the enemy.
When the smoke dissipated, Shutara was indeed wrapped in the net.
The black and red net was wrapped from her shoulders to her waist, and from her waist to her calves.
The arms of the doll behind her were also tightly attached to her side, unable to move.
Urahara knelt down on one knee and inserted the Zanpakuto in his hand into the net, with the tip of the knife submerged in the knot of the net. "Play with fire, Benihime!"
Black and red balls are generated along the network, starting from the tip of the knife and spreading in all directions along the network lines, one after another, densely packed.
Those balls crawled along the net to Shutara and climbed to her shoulders.
In a moment, dense balls covered her body.
Boom!
There was an explosion.
All the balls exploded at the same time, shooting out huge flames. The orange-red fire exploded from Shutara, covering her whole body.
The heat wave spread to all directions, lifting up all the ashes on the stone slabs.
Urahara stood up and stared at the flames with a serious expression.
His pupils reflected the dancing firelight, and his brows were slightly frowned.
He doesn't think he can defeat the members of Squad Zero with this method.
A voice came from the flames. It was very clear and calm, without any emotion. "Yes, there are so many transformations to the Zanpakutō. It's quite hard work."
A gust of wind blew by.
The wind came suddenly and spread from the center of the flame to all sides, blowing away the orange flames and the black smoke.
Shutara stood where he was, unscathed.
There were no wrinkles in her clothes, and her hair was not messed up at all. She continued with a smile.
"The Shinigami uniform on my body is special. This attack cannot destroy it."
She lowered her head and glanced at the Haori on her body, and flicked her fingers on the cuffs.
She created Shinigami uniform.
The defensive power of the Haori and Shinigami uniform on my body is not comparable to the mass-produced products below.
The properties of Shinigami uniform are bound to Spiritual Power of Shinigami.
Theoretically, as long as Shinigami's Spiritual Power is at 100%, then Shinigami uniform will have the same defense as the spirit body, or even one point higher.
But it is just a theory after all. The Shinigami uniform of Shinigami below can only be called half of Shinigami itself Spiritual Power.
Only her specially customized Shinigami uniform can perform 100% and have an amplifying effect.
Urahara Kisuke responded with a smile.
"I never thought it would be so simple."
He raised his hand suddenly, pointed his palm at Shutara, spread his fingers, and chanted in his mouth very quickly.
"Bakudō #4: Hainawa·Change·Rope Star!"
A golden Chains shot out from the palm of his hand.
That Chains was very thick and bright, twisting in the air like a snake, rushing towards Shutara, and instantly entangled and restrained her.
Then Chains split into eight branches, extending from her body, nailed to the ground, and nailed into the stone slab.
Shutara looked down at those Chains.
Her tone was very relaxed, and a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes:
"Oh? It's actually Kidō, which is a combination of Hainawa and Tsuriboshi. It's a bit interesting." She didn't resist, just stood there and let Chains tie her up.
It seems that I just want to see what Urahara can do.
Urahara laughed and already held his Zanpakutō across his chest.
"Hahaha, compared to brother Yan Si's Kidō, I'm a lot less interesting."
His fingers tightened on the handle of the knife, and the chanting in his mouth became faster and denser.
"Thousands of hands are far away, the hands of the Lord cannot touch the darkness, the archers of the sky cannot be reflected, the road of radiance spreads, the wind fanning the fire, there is no need to be confused when we gather together, just follow my instructions."
"Light Bullet·Eight Body·Nine Articles·Tian Jing·Ji Bao·Big Wheel, the gray turret, leads the bow into the distance, and dissipates brightly."
"Hadō #91·Senju Kōten Taihō!"
Several highly compressed Spiritual Power beams shot out from his palm.
Those beams were very thin and bright, like laser rays, and they hit Shutara's belly instantly.
Rumble--!
The explosion exploded from the point of impact, and the entire square was enveloped in the bursting light. The various brilliance mixed together, lifting the stone slabs, cracking the pillars, and burning out the air.
Urahara squinted his eyes and looked forward.
This is serial number 91 Hadō. It should be a little injured.
Shutara never fought back. With his mind, he had already thought that there must be fraud.
Maybe she doesn't want to live and wants to die directly so that other members can unlock the seal. You can use Bankai.
But it is also possible that he is simply arrogant and does not bother to defend against these attacks.
No matter which one, it is not a reason for him to stop attacking.
Reishi's light converged, and Shutara reappeared in the field of vision.
There were indeed some scars on Haori outside her body.
The cuffs had several tears, the hem was scorched in several places, and the fabric on the shoulders was rolled up.
The attack worked.
Shutara looked down at his clothes and his voice became softer. "It's a bit interesting."
The doll's arm behind her is holding a long needle, six arms are raised at the same time, and the needle point is aimed at Urahara.
"Then continue."
The moment her voice fell, her figure disappeared from the place.
There was no sound, no trace, only the air moved slightly.
Urahara also used Flash Step and disappeared in place.
In terms of speed, he was Third Seat to Second Division.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh--!
The sound kept ringing in the square, from east to west, from front to back, from the ground to the air.
His figure flickered on the stone slabs, walking between the pillars, leaving a faint afterimage in the air.
He had already used his full Flash Step, but he always felt that if he was just a little slower, he would be attacked by the opponent.
He gritted his teeth and started chanting to his feet as he ran. "The proud son of heaven, the city wall built of iron, the dragon walks, the lion roars, the tiger roars, the wolf runs, cut off the heaven and the earth before it collapses."
He stepped on the air and rushed upward.
"Bakudo #81·Dankū!"
A wall of transparent air formed beneath his feet, lifting him up.
He stepped on Dankū into the air and continued to perform.
Seal one at your feet, one behind you, and one on each side.
Four transparent walls surrounded him, leaving only a gap directly in front.
He sensed Reishi fluctuations in front of him and immediately chanted.
"Hadō #88·Hiryū Gekizoku Shinten Raihō!"
A huge straight beam of light emitted from the center of his palm and shot towards the only opening.
Although it is only Hadō of sequence 88, if it can be hit head-on, it will definitely have an effect.
After the attack, Shutara's figure did not appear. Urahara frowned slightly.
Suddenly he felt a sense of restraint, as if something was pulling him.
He quickly glanced around, always feeling that something was wrong.
When I wanted to leave here immediately, I realized that something was pulling on me and I couldn't move at all.
He increased his Reishi perception scan, and his eyes widened instantly.
I don't know when, countless threads appeared on my body.
Those threads were very thin and dense, extending from his clothes and sewn on Dankū.
Sew from the shoulder to the left wall, from the waist to the right wall, and from the knees to the wall under your feet.
Those silk threads glowed faintly silver under the Reishi light, and you couldn't even see them unless you looked carefully.
Being pulled by these threads, only if you can move can you become a ghost.
"Oh, did you find it?"
The figure of Shutara appeared directly in front. She looked at Urahara with a smile. The puppet arm behind her kept waving a long needle, with fine silver threads hanging from the needle tip.
"Is your sewing skill pretty good?"
She took two steps forward and came to Urahara.
Six arms were waving rapidly alternately, and the needlepoints were moving across his body, up and down, and crossing left and right.
The tip of the needle pierced into the clothes and came out from the other side with a silver thread.
The movement was so fast that only the shadow of his arm could be seen.
In a moment, a brand new dress appeared on Urahara.
The dress was very special, it had no cuffs or collar, and it covered him from head to toe.
The fabric was of high quality, with a soft luster, but the style was strange, like a special sexy costume, binding him tightly.
His arms were stuck to his sides and he couldn't move his fingers.
Shutara looked at him, his eyes curled up.
"The ultimate clothes I made are not just for trapping you." Her puppet arm raised a needle, and the needle tip dangled in front of Urahara's eyes.
"If you underestimate needlework, be careful of tongue piercing."
The moment the voice fell, multiple spikes appeared on the Ultimate Clothes.
Those spikes grew out of the fabric, from the shoulders and chest, from the waist and thighs.
The spikes pierced Urahara's body, passing through from the front and coming out from the back.
Urahara's body turned into a broken balloon with a bang.
The balloon deflated, slipped from its spikes, and floated to the ground, where it lay limp.
Shutara was a little surprised. He looked at the falling broken balloons and frowned slightly.
Directly below, Urahara reached out and tore open the light curtain.
He came out from behind Dankū, and the chanting in his mouth was coming to an end.
His face was very pale and his forehead was covered with sweat, but his voice was steady.
"Hadō #99·Five Dragon Destruction!" A huge dragon head emerged from the void Manifestation.
The dragon was so big that it covered the entire square.
The dragon's scales are blue, each piece is like a blade, and the dragon's eyes are golden, burning with golden flames.
It opened its mouth, showing its fangs, and swallowed Shutara.
Her figure was swallowed by the dragon's mouth and disappeared into the darkness.
The dragon closed his mouth and sat motionless.
Its body is glowing slightly, as if it is alive.
Urahara gasped for air and looked at the giant dragon that didn't move after swallowing Shutara.
His chest heaved violently, sweat dripped from his forehead and fell on the stone floor. He stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
This is serial number 99 Hadō, which is already one of the most powerful attack methods he can use.
I consumed too much Spiritual Power, and I felt like I was being drained.
He immediately took out two bottles of blue test tubes from his cuffs, uncorked them and poured them into his mouth. Gulu gulu!
The liquid in the test tube was very cold and bitter, sliding down the throat and into the stomach.
In the dragon body of Five Dragon Destruction, it will continue to be cursed and become weak until death.
Even the members of Squad Zero will definitely die inside if they don't break out immediately.
Rumble!
There was an explosion sound from the Phoenix Palace in the distance.
Urahara frowned and started Reishi to investigate.
There was only brother Yan Si breathing Reishi. His eyes widened instantly and his pupils shrank.
How long did it take for Yan Si to defeat the strongest Ōetsu Nimaiya among Squad Zero Four Divine Generals?
He thought of something and suddenly turned his head to look at Kirinden.
There was only the breath of Reishi from Yoruichi, and it seemed to be recovering in place now.
Wait... Urahara suddenly had a bad premonition and quickly looked at the last one, Futonton Palace.
No matter Chiziro Kenpachi or Hikifune Kirio's Reishi breath is gone.
Gulu!
He immediately took out two more bottles of Reishi recovery potion and drank it.
The test tube shook in his hand, and the liquid overflowed from the corners of his mouth and dripped down his chin.
Boom!!
A powerful Reiatsu exploded from Five Dragon Destruction's dragon body, directly scattering Hadō with serial number ninety-nine.
The dragon's scales were shattered, the dragon's bones were exploded, and the dragon's body turned into light spots and scattered.
The figure of Shutara came out.
Her clothes were a little messy and her hair was a little scattered, but there were no injuries on her body. She opened her red lips slightly and her voice was extremely cold:
"Really, it seems I need to put in more effort."