Urahara Kisuke felt the other party's Reiatsu and didn't hesitate any longer.
His fingers clasped the handle of the knife, Reishi poured into the blade from his palm, and the blade began to glow.
The light condensed and took shape behind him.
A female doll with long black hair appeared from behind him Manifestation.
Her body is made of wood, with fine gears on her joints, her fingers are long, and her nails are neatly manicured.
She closed her hands from both sides and wrapped Urahara's entire body in her palms, leaving only his face and the hand holding the knife exposed.
"Kannonbiraki Benihime Aratame!"
Urahara's expression is very serious.
There is zero information about Bankai, member of Squad Zero.
He is used to gathering intelligence first and then fighting. This is an adventure into the unknown for him.
Shutara Slowly take two steps back and stand still.
Her mouth opened and her voice was very soft. "Bankai."
The moment the voice fell, the terrifying Reiatsu suddenly disappeared.
The sky darkened, and something rose from behind her, blocking the light.
That's a huge torii gate.
The two pillars are very thick, the beams are very high, the whole body is dark, and the surface is engraved with fine lines.
The bottom of the pillar is embedded in the void, without foundation or support, it just stands there.
A white rope is hung on the beam of the torii, and the knot hangs down, swaying gently in the wind.
Shutara The arms of the doll behind him are gathered back and straightened.
The six arms are joined together, with the fingertips facing back, like folded wings.
The torii gate begins to change.
Click, click, click - the sound of the pulley rotating came from inside the torii.
The ropes on the beams began to move, winding around the pillars and shuttling in the air. Those white ropes were woven together, into warp threads, weft threads, and cloth surfaces.
In a moment, the torii gate turned into a huge loom.
The loom is taller than the Riden behind her.
A huge red piece of cloth rolled off the loom.
The cloth was very wide and spread on the ground, extending from the feet of Urahara to the edge of the square.
The cloth surface is very smooth, the red color is very true, and it has a soft luster under the Reishi light.
The cloth continued to roll out and became a red carpet.
Small looms appeared on both sides of the red carpet.
Those looms were shorter than people, with wooden bodies and copper parts.
They also began to work, clicking, clicking, the shuttle shuttled between the warp threads, and the weft threads were stacked one on top of another.
Red cloth rolls out of each loom, stretches to both sides, rolls upward, and closes in the middle.
Those red cloths met above Urahara's head, wrapping the entire space. The red cloths emitted Reishi's light, which reflected on Shutara's stern face.
Her eyes were very bright in the light, and her lips were slightly open, as if she were singing.
"Shatatsu Karagara Shigarami no Tsuji."
Urahara's mouth twitched.
The amount of Reishi contained in the barrier type Bankai is simply not comparable to that of the barrier type Kaname Tōsen.
At least you can tell at a glance that it's not the type that can be easily destroyed.
There is a saying among the captains that the bigger the form of Bankai is, the stronger it is.
Captain-General Yamamoto Bankai looks like just a knife on the surface, but it can actually affect the entire Seireitei. The temperature can evaporate all the water in Soul Society.
This is true no matter which captain.
The smaller Bankai is, it proves that Spiritual Power is not enough and the actual combat capability is weaker.
This is the default rule of many captains.
But the Bankai in front of me is not only big, but also solid. It's really hard to know where to start.
Cold sweat broke out on Urahara's forehead.
Sweat seeped out from his hairline and slid down his cheeks.
He pulled the corners of his mouth and laughed, his voice a little dry.
"Ah haha, Shutara-senpai, can you please stop wasting Spiritual Power on me?"
Shutara looked up coldly.
Her gaze crossed Urahara and fell on the huge doll behind him.
His eyes scanned the joints of the dolls and paused at the fine sutures.
There was wonder in her eyes, and she said coldly:
"What nonsense are you talking about, Urahara Kisuke."
"Don't think that you can distract me with weak words."
She took a step forward, and her figure disappeared into the cloth, like ink melting into water, like rain falling into sand, disappearing. Only her voice still echoed.
"Boom, boom."
The sound came from the cloth and came from all directions, like the sound of drums and heartbeats.
"Click, click, click, click, click."
Urahara The cloth around him has changed.
Those red cloths stood up from the ground, folded to the middle, folded at right angles, and folded into a square box.
The patterns on the cloth are changing, from simple stripes to complex patterns, from complex patterns to exquisite patterns.
The patterns are so beautiful that it makes people want to buy them back and make clothes.
Urahara shook his head slightly to get rid of this idea.
Shutara appears among the cloth on the front.
Her body became flat, her face was flat, her arms were flat, and her whole body was embedded in the cloth, like a painting.
Only those eyes were three-dimensional, staring at him, very cold. "If you lift a knot, thousands of flowers will turn into eyes. If you look directly at this eye, your eyes will be destroyed."
Eyes appeared on the cloth.
Those eyes bulge out of the cloth like buttons.
One, two, ten, a hundred.
Emerging from the ground, hanging down from the top of your head, and surrounding you from all sides.
Tick tock.
Urahara I felt something running down my face, it was warm and sticky.
He reached out and touched it, and his fingertips touched liquid, which should be blood.
I lowered my head to look, but found that my vision had become dark and I couldn't see anything.
His eyes are blind.
When?
When did Shutara launch the attack? Why didn't you feel it at all?
Not even pain.
He was clearly standing under the protection of Benihime, yet he was injured like this.
Without sight, relying solely on Reishi for perception is still too much of a disadvantage.
He said softly:
"Guanyin opens Benihime."
The figure behind him moved.
She closed her hands from both sides, gently held Urahara's body, and wrapped his whole body in her palms.
His fingers tightened and his nails dug into his clothes.
After a moment, release.
Urahara's eyes recovered and he could see.
There are traces of fine stitches around the eye sockets. The threads are very thin and dense, from the corners of the eyes to the temples to the brow bones. The threads are black and are under the skin, so you can't find them unless you look carefully.
Shutara was not surprised at all.
When she saw Urahara's Bankai, she understood that the other person's abilities were similar to hers to a certain extent.
Her lips continued to open.
"The two traps are removed, and ten thousand golds are transformed into armor. No one can stand upright wearing this armor."
The surrounding cloth has changed.
Those colorful patterns faded away, turning into a single metallic color, gold.
The cloth surface is no longer cloth, but metal.
The pattern becomes monotonous, but still looks good.
Spikes sprouted from the metal cloth, growing from the ground, hanging down from the top of the head, and surrounding it from all sides.
Those spikes are very long and thin, with bright tips.
The spikes closed. Stabbed into Kannon Benihime's body, pierced into Urahara's body.
Metal cloth wrapped them inside, wrapping them into a box.
Shutara Pause.
She stood there, looking at the golden spiked box.
Those spikes were sharper than steel, and she gave them piercing properties.
The Urahara Kisuke inside should have holes all over its body, as does that strange doll.
She waved her hand and the box opened.
Urahara Kisuke is still standing.
There were many stitch marks on his body.
From shoulders to arms to waist, from thighs to calves.
The traces are very dense, the lines are very thin, and the sewing is very neat.
It can be seen that in the attack just now, there are at least hundreds of holes in his body. The puppet behind him has not changed at all, it is intact, not even a scratch.
Shutara's eyes narrowed.
Her Bankai true ability can be summarized as the Loom of Destiny.
The final death of the enemy is advanced, and the way the enemy dies is directly shown here.
But she didn't use this ability in the first two attacks, she just used regular attacks.
Because she didn't find the ending of Urahara Kisuke's death.
This is a very strange thing.
Even if Squad Zero members can be resurrected through Riden, they will still have an ending of death.
Unless, this guy's fate has become chaotic and there is no way to weave it.
Her eyes are completely closed.
Since you can't see it, just knit it directly.
Her lips opened again, and she chanted very slowly, with each word drawn out very long. "As soon as the umbrella was lifted, Benihime cried. Where the umbrella bones were broken, the blood flowed back from the palm of the hand and returned to the sheath."
Urahara turned around suddenly and looked at Kannon Benihime behind him.
The doll's eyes shed blood-red tears.
The tears were very thick and red, pouring out of the eyes, flowing down the cheeks, and dripping on the wooden body.
His pupils were shaking so hard that he gritted his teeth, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and moved his fingers rapidly.
Kannon Benihime straightened up and kept moving his hands over the surrounding cloth.
Those wooden fingers scratched across the cloth, leaving black and red needlework marks.
Shutara continues to sing.
"The two traps have been lifted, hundreds of skeletons have become roads, every retreat has turned into a cliff, and every chess piece has been turned over in the palm of your hand."
"Three traps were lifted, Black Coffin buried himself, and all the backhands he buried came back to bite their master at the same moment."
Urahara's fingers penetrated faster.
The black and red needlework shuttles on the cloth, intertwined with the silver needlework of Shutara. "The four traps are lifted, the shadow of the hat is overturned, there is nothing to hide under the shadow, and there is no gap to escape within the calculation."
"The five traps are lifted, everything returns to zero, and when all the cards are turned over, you will realize that there has never been a seat for him on the card table."
"The six traps are lifted, Utsusemi rings in the sky, there is no one in the shell, only a robe is left hanging on the gallows of fate."
Shutara stopped singing and slowly opened his eyes.
The cloth was sewn with lines of black and red needlework.
The silver thread and the black and red thread are entangled together, like two snakes strangling.
The first line: Benihime never cried, the umbrella ribs are intact as before.
The second line: Hundreds of corpses have never made it to the road, and the backhand is safe and sound.
The third line: Black Coffin is empty.
Fourth frame: Under the shadow of the hat, there is another hat.
Fifth : What returns to zero is not everything, but the warp and weft woven into the cloth.
Sixth : The empty cicada is not empty. Her pupils suddenly tightened, and the sound was squeezed out of her throat.
"How is that possible?"
Her Bankai began to break.
Starting from those words, the silver threads broke one by one, and the longitude and latitude spread out one by one.
The cloth begins to curl from the edges, fades from curling, and falls apart from fading.
The loom was also broken.
Those huge wooden frames are starting to crack from the inside.
The gear fell off the shaft, bounced off the ground, and rolled into a corner.
The beam slipped from the pillar and broke into two pieces on the ground.
The torii gate fell down, the ropes spread out, and the white ropes spread all over the floor.
The stone slabs were covered with splinters of splintered wood and scattered threads.
Urahara Kisuke raised his head. His whole body was covered with stitching marks, densely packed, like a rag doll that had been chopped up by a paper shredder and then sewn back together.
There are more than a dozen stitches on his face, from his forehead to his chin, from his temples to the corners of his mouth.
His lips moved and his voice was very soft.
"Fortunately, I can sew my own Future."
Shutara was about to attack again, but as soon as he moved, he noticed that his vision became strange.
What she sees with her left eye is a beat slower than her right eye, and what she sees with her right eye is a little further away than her left eye.
There was something wrong with her arm as well. When she raised it, her elbow joint was a beat slower than her shoulder joint.
The body has been transformed.
At some point, Urahara Kisuke used his needle and thread to sew something else into her body.
She was not afraid, but instead smiled with the corners of her mouth raised.
"It's really interesting."
She raised her puppet arm, pointed the six needles at her chest, and said calmly, "But all this is in vain."
The needle tip pierced her chest, passed between her ribs, and came out from her back.
Her eyes slowly closed, her body fell forward, and hit the stone slab, raising a small piece of dust.
Urahara Kisuke sat down on the ground.
He stretched his legs in front of him, held his hands behind his back, and gasped for air.
He raised his head, looked in the direction of the Royal Palace, and spoke softly:
"Brother Yan Si, let me deal with senior Shutara. You have already guessed that my Bankai can just restrain it?"
After sitting for a long time, my breathing slowly calmed down.
He bent his knees, put his hands on them, and pulled himself up from the ground.
Staggering forward.
Aizen, must be sealed.