Hill of the Twin Executions underground, Secret Base.
Boom!
A Reishi storm visible to the naked eye erupted in the center of the cave, sweeping up all the fine gravel and dust on the ground, spinning and roaring wildly.
The storm lasted for about half an hour before slowly calming down and dissipating.
Siwei Yan, standing at the center of the storm, slowly opened his eyes.
He lowered his head and looked at his hands with some surprise. There was still a slight tingling sensation caused by the high-speed flow of Reishi in his palms.
Unexpectedly, the quality of "Spiritual Power Seeds" brought about by Kuchiki Kyōka's story was much higher than expected, and it actually pushed me to achieve a breakthrough.
This time he absorbed and practiced and made two things clear to him.
Compared with the Reishi feedback brought by <Genius Boy> and <The Killer of Meteor City>, the "Seeds" provided by the two "prototypes" Aizen and Unohana Retsu is obviously inferior to Kuchiki Kyōka in terms of "quality".
Of course, it is absolutely impossible that those two people are not as strong as Kuchiki Kyōka.
On the contrary, their strength is bottomless, and the problem probably lies in "resonance intensity."
Aizen and Unohana Retsu, even after reading works based on them, the fluctuations in my heart are probably quite restrained.
In other words, they are controlled to a very low level by their own strong will and character.
But Kuchiki Kyōka is different.
He has high expectations for his life story to be written and spread, his emotions are deeper, and his desire to be recognized and praised is even stronger.
This may mean that some of the "gaps" in his psyche are larger, the "resonance" generated is purer and stronger, and the quality of the Spiritual Power Seeds transformed into it is higher.
"Fourth-Class Spiritual Pressure."
Yan Si softly read out his current Spiritual Power level.
This level is already at the same level as Lieutenant Kyunnan Shiro.
Reaching Fourth-Class Spiritual Pressure means that the total amount of Spiritual Power has reached a higher level.
At the same time, this is also a symbolic threshold. In theory, one can begin to practice the Zanpakutō's final form, "Bankai".
Just...
Yan Si lowered his head, his eyes falling on the Zanpakutō at his waist.
These days, in addition to absorbing the total amount of Spiritual Power improvement, he has been trying "Heart Meditation", which is to have deep mental communication with the Zanpakutō, which is the basis for understanding Bankai.
It is not difficult to enter your own "Inner world".
Every time he closes his eyes and concentrates, his consciousness can easily sink into the spiritual realm that belongs only to him.
The hard part comes after.
No matter how he calls, the Zanpakutō "Tsuzurimono Bansho", whether in its physical form or incarnate in consciousness, never appears and never gives any response.
The Inner world was so silent that only his own voice echoed.
What makes him even more troubled is that he still hasn't fully understood what is going on with his "Inner world".
"No, you have to try again."
Yan Si sat down cross-legged again, placed his Zanpakutō flat on his legs, adjusted his breathing, and slowly closed his eyes.
Submerge your consciousness and become familiar with the road.
When he "opened his eyes" again, he was already in his own Inner world.
The sight before him still made him feel slightly dizzy and helpless.
This is a space that cannot be explained by common sense.
Various completely different and even conflicting landscapes, elements, and concepts are collaged together in an extremely random and disorganized way to form a bizarre and bizarre picture.
Directly ahead, a landform simultaneously presents three states: "Smooth ice," "hot lava," and "flowing sand dunes." They erode each other and coexist with each other, with blurred boundaries.
Next to it, towering trees hundreds of meters high were lush and lush, but under the trees were large areas of dead grass and piles of irregular rocks.
Looking up at the sky, the scene is even more outrageous.
The silver moon, the blazing sun, and the dazzling stars are suspended on the dome at the same time, each emitting light without interfering with each other and without any logic.
The entire Inner world focuses on "chaos and disorder", like countless fragments of different worlds and different rules, roughly sewn together.
Yan Si took a deep breath, put his hands to his mouth, and shouted loudly:
"Tsuzurimono Bansho, come out and have a chat. Let's discuss something!"
The sound spread across the chaotic landscape, quickly dissipated, and there was no response.
"Stop hiding, I know you're here. If you come out and meet me, you won't lose any money Reishi!"
"Look, my Spiritual Power has become Fourth-Class Spiritual Pressure. Should we think about Bankai? You can give me some tips!"
"Tsuzurimono Bansho! Please answer if you hear! Please answer if you hear!"
He shouted a few more times, but still received only silence.
Yan Si conversion strategy:
"Aizen is about to attack me. That guy's Zanpakutō is very evil. Without your help, I might be hit!"
Although I am temporarily "rushing on manuscripts" and have not read Aizen's Shikai, I have to face it sooner or later.
He has some theoretical conjectures about how to deal with "Kyōka Suigetsu"'s Complete Hypnosis, but this requires the cooperation of "Tsuzurimono Bansho"'s ability to verify whether it is feasible.
"Are you just going to watch me being fucked by that guy with glasses?
If you think about it carefully, if you really hit Kyōka Suigetsu, the Spiritual Intoxication you drink in your mouth in the future may just be boiled water! What will be the taste of those days?"
The more he talked, the more "engaged" he became, and his expression became vivid:
"What if a beautiful female team member or Miss Nobles comes to me one day, I'm not sure what they look like!
Maybe she looks beautiful, but is actually Captain Kensei wearing a wig!"
"What's even more frightening is that maybe I thought I was in the Squad Barracks toilet, but I was actually squatting at the Seireitei gate! Do you still want this face? Can I still live like this?!"
In order to force his Zanpakuto to appear, Yan Si could be said to have shouted out all the most embarrassing possibilities that he could think of.
He has some understanding of himself. The Zanpakutō is the incarnation of the soul. There should be some similarities in his ideas, right?
Afraid of embarrassment, love to enjoy, and want to save trouble... Aren't these "advantages" worth empathizing with?
It's a pity that no matter how he coerces and induces, Inner world is still as stable as a rock, and "Tsuzurimono Bansho" has no movement.
"... Okay, be ruthless."
After a while, Yan Si resigned from Inner world, and his consciousness returned to his body.
He stood up, reached out and grasped the hilt of the Zanpakuto at his waist, and whispered:
"Tsuzurimono Bansho."
The blade turned into a warm brush and fell into the palm of my hand.
He held the pen tightly, facing the air in front of him, using Reiatsu as ink, and wrote two words in the air:
"Ice and snow".
The scene conceived in his mind instantly materialized, as a small snowstorm appeared out of thin air, roaring and circling in the center of the cave, rolling up ice crystals and cold air.
Immediately afterwards, Yan Si wrote another word:
"Determined".
As if time paused, the raging snowstorm suddenly solidified in the sky.
Every snowflake and every gust of cold wind maintains the same posture as the previous moment, motionless, like a three-dimensional picture of ice and snow.
After completing this experiment, Yan Si took out the paper he carried with him from his arms and quickly wrote a line:
"Siwei Yan will eat in one minute."
The moment he put down the pen, he clearly felt that the Spiritual Power in his body had lost a large part of it crazily, estimated to be more than 40%.
Compared with the last time I tried to write Kuchiki Kyōka's "Future Poem", although the consumption this time was also high, it seemed... slightly better?
Maybe it's because the writing object is me, and the correlation is stronger, or the causal impact of "eating" is much less severe than "Nobles Genius Turn of Fate".
At this moment in Secret Base, there is no food at all.
What he wants to test is the logic and bottom line of the implementation of "Tsuzurimono Bansho", an ability based on "writing".
In what way will this written "Future" be established?
Time passed by second by second.
There are only the last ten seconds left before the "one minute" written on the paper.
Suddenly, Yan Si felt that the breath in his body was slightly stagnant, and Spiritual Power's circulation was blocked for a moment.
This should be a subtle reaction from the excessive consumption of writing Future just now, and the body has not yet fully recovered.
At this moment, the blizzard that he had frozen in mid-air with the word "ding" came to life again without any warning!
The ice crystals and cold wind were no longer stationary, but suddenly changed direction and swept towards a seemingly flat rock wall behind the entrance of the cave!
Bang! Bang!
The blizzard hit the rock wall hard, but did not cause damage. Instead, it hit an invisible barrier and suddenly collapsed.
At the same time, a flash of inspiration flashed on the surface of the rock wall that was hit, and the disguise faded away, revealing the Metal Door door that resembled a locker!
The cabinet door was blown open by the force of the impact, and it was filled with all kinds of well-packaged food, water, and even a few bottles of wine!
Yan Si looked at this scene in astonishment.
While he was distractedly observing this "secret food warehouse" that was accidentally exposed, a small piece of fruit candy rolled up by the blizzard airflow drew an arc and flew right into his slightly open mouth.
There is a clear sweet taste on the tip of the tongue.
Yan Si closed his mouth subconsciously and rolled the candy with his tongue.
Hmm... it's orange flavored, a bit sweet.
He stood there, blinking, looking at the open pantry not far away, and savored the candy in his mouth.
So... this is "eating in a minute"?
He walked to the food cabinet, looked at the rich variety of supplies inside, and picked up a bag of something that looked like dried meat.
"Urahara This guy... really enjoys it."
He tore open the package, took a bite of the dried meat, chewed it slowly, and then his eyes fell back on the brush in his hand.
"Tsuzurimono Bansho, are you too lazy to pay attention to me, or are you responding to me in your own way?"
In the cave, there was only the faint sound of him chewing food and the eternally bright "sky".
The brush lay quietly in the palm of my hand, and the Reishi halo of the pen tip seemed to flicker slightly than before.