Muramasa's Fear

It was still the same Namimori Middle School sunshine. A small, yellow, ball-shaped bird hovered in the sky above the school, singing the Namimori school song as it flew.

In this warm world, a cold figure appeared out of place behind the school playground. Muramasa walked towards the school building with his hands in his pockets, and he could sense that Sawada Tsunayoshi's sword spirit was inside.

Behind Muramasa, Tsuna appeared, now dressed in a Namimori school uniform. Muramasa turned and asked, "Do you think you can stop me?"

Tsuna spread his hands, looking nonchalant, and said, "You're overthinking it. I'm here to have some fun."

Muramasa's mind went blank for a moment. He had seen Bleach Zanpakuto not to betray him, and he had also witnessed Bleach who stood firm and fearless. But what was this guy doing here to have some fun?

Were they deliberately watching to see how he hypnotizes his Zanpakuto? Is there really such Bleach?

"Alright, let's hurry up and go. I'll tell you where they are." Tsuna, quite familiar with Muramasa, stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder before walking into the school building.

Muramasa stiffly turned his gaze. He still couldn't understand Tsuna's behavior, but that didn't stop him from following Tsuna into the school building. He believed in his own abilities.

However, when Muramasa stepped into the school, his entire inner world was transformed. The warm school of daytime disappeared, and the school Muramasa entered became a tall and majestic castle. The outside world also quietly turned black, and a full moon hung high in the sky.

Muramasa and found that Tsuna was nowhere to be seen. He arrived at a spacious hall, where various expensive-looking decorations displayed the luxury of the place. A red carpet was laid out from Muramasa's feet and went all the way to the depths of the hall.

Anyone with a normal sense would have noticed that no school interior looks like this, but he was Muramasa, and had never seen a normal school before, so he didn't think anything was wrong.

Walking along the red carpet, at the end of the carpet, there were only a few luxurious sofas. On the sofas, Muramasa saw the person he was looking for.

Muramasa's usually calm expression flickered slightly. He was certain that the man sitting on the main sofa with his legs crossed was the sword spirit he was looking for.

But why, why does this person look so much like the Bleach he invaded? He looks like a larger, more mature version of him.

"Are you looking for me?"

An aura of superiority washed over him, and Muramasa stopped in his tracks. He didn't even have the courage to take another step forward. Just how strong was this sword spirit?

"My name is Muramasa, and I'm here to help you escape the clutches of Bleach." Muramasa used honorifics without thinking.

"You think I'm being controlled?"

A rhetorical question made Muramasa feel a little insecure; he even thought that no one could control a sword spirit of this level.

No, he couldn't let the other side lead him astray. Muramasa shook his head. If he couldn't win over this sword spirit, he didn't even want to think about what the consequences would be if he went out.

Muramasa continued using his usual rhetoric, employing his hypnotic whispering abilities to forcefully persuade him.

"Zanpakuto are slaves exploited by Bleach. We give everything, but Bleach can never understand our thoughts. We should also have the right to choose our own lives, freedom..."

"If that's what you came here to say, you can leave now."

An invisible pressure struck Muramasa, Muramasa forcefully withstood it, refusing to retreat even a step.

"Please give me a little more time..."

Muramasa struggle, but a contemptuous laugh came from above his head.

"That's hilarious! You'd be better off trying to persuade me than the Vongola. If you can cheer me up, I might even help you go out and beat up Little Tsuna."

Muramasa looked up and saw a man in white robes and white hair laughing heartily on a windowsill not far away. On the windowsill next to him was the Little Ichi of the Bleach who had brought him in.

Tsuna stared at Byakuran with a speechless expression. "Seriously, Byakuran, how could you betray us and betray us?"

"What are you talking about? I always do what I like!" Byakuran said matter-of-factly. "So what if I go out and beat you up? You've gotten plenty of beatings from me, haven't you?"

Tsuna sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation. The biggest obstacle on his training path was Byakuran, who represented the Hollow's power. In training his Resurrección, Tsuna had put in a hundred times more effort than he had put into training his Bleach powers.

"Of course!" Muramasa seemed oblivious to Byakuran's teasing, opening his arms enticingly, "As long as you're willing to help, I can find every Zanpakuto in Soul Society to amuse you, and I won't repeat any!"

Muramasa didn't know why there were two sword spirits in Tsuna's inner world, but that didn't stop him from tricking one of them into going out to fight against Tsuna.

In that case, Muramasa could escape while Tsuna and Urahara are both entangled.

"Hmm, that sounds really tempting." Byakuran picked at her ear with her pinky finger. "Such plain words, yet they have a slightly swaying effect on my ears. Is that your ability?"

Having witnessed countless splendors, Byakuran believed himself to be free-spirited and unmoved by anything. Just now, he almost actually considered helping Muramasa.

What other sword spirit could resist Muramasa's temptation?

"No! I wasn't tempting anyone, everything I said is true..."

"Enough!" A powerful aura interrupted Muramasa's conversation. "Byakuran, stop toying with him."

Byakuran spread his hands, looking helpless, and said, "You see? This is Vongola territory. I wanted to continue living here, but I have no choice, you outsider."

Muramasa's face darkened; this feeling of repeatedly hitting a wall was truly unpleasant. His fingers twitched slightly, his long, slender nails moving as if striking an invisible piano.

"Little Tsuna, this thing is really crazy, daring to attack the Vongola." White Dragon whispered in Tsuna's ear. He saw through Muramasa's intentions at a glance, and decided to use force instead of soft tactics.

Vongola is notorious for being someone who responds better to gentleness than force. Back in the day, many powerful families tried to take action against him by force, but they all met with tragic ends, including Byakuran.

Muramasa released ten invisible threads from his ten fingernails, shooting them toward the Decimo. These were spiritual threads; whispers to anyone entangled by these threads would be exponentially more effective. He refused to believe he couldn't subdue this sword spirit.

The Decimo showed no intention of moving, letting the invisible threads entangle his body, while a disdainful smile appeared on his usually stern face.

"Listen up! Come with me outside and attack your master! Kill him, enjoy your freedom, enjoy your life!"

Because of the presence of the spiritual line, Muramasa no longer tried to persuade him gently, but instead used an almost commanding tone to forcibly control the Decimo.

A cawing of crows broke the silence. Tsuna looked speechlessly at Byakuran, who had a ridiculous expression on his face. Only he had the leisure to play tricks on others.

"Why are you looking at me, Little Tsuna? Crows should be cawing in awkward situations like this," Byakuran said matter-of-factly.

"Don't resist, come with me!" Muramasa thought the Decimo was resisting his hypnosis and issued the order once again.

"Enough! I've had enough of this clown show."

A voice suddenly came from beside Muramasa. He looked in alarm and saw that the Decimo had appeared beside him at some point, with a hand on his shoulder.

With a whoosh, intense flames raged in the Decimo's hand, quickly spreading throughout Muramasa's body, and a terrifying the Heat sensation rapidly eroded Muramasa's senses.

Muramasa turned his head stiffly, his eyes filled with fear. Why? Why was this sword spirit completely out of his control?

The Decimo noticed the confusion in Muramasa's eyes and gently explained, "The reason is simple: I have no complaints about my current master."

There are Zanpakuto like this?

Muramasa had never witnessed this, not even himself, that while he loved his master deeply, he sometimes had to admit that he was dissatisfied with some of his master's choices.

Is this sword spirit completely without any temper?

Byakuran curled his lip in disdain. Little Tsuna was someone from another world who inherited the Vongola name; who would rebel against themselves?

Scorched by the flames, Muramasa had no ability to resist, or rather, he was now powerless to even move; the only option left for him was to retreat.

Muramasa's figure slowly faded away, leaving Tsuna's inner world. The Decimo did not directly kill him; this was Tsuna's inner world, and everything still revolved around Tsuna.

"Tch~ You're fast, aren't you!" Byakuran scoffed.

The Decimo just used the power of Sky-attribute flames. If Muramasa had been even a fraction slower, there would have been another stone sculpture to accompany them in their inner world.

Of course, this was also a result of the Decimo showing mercy; he knew that Muramasa would be useful to Tsuna.

However, if Byakuran were to deal with Muramasa, Tsuna would have to fight Byakuran several times. The Decimo is much gentler and gets things done quietly without Tsuna having to remind him.

"I'm leaving now, Decimo, Byakuran. I'll come back and play with you another day."

With Muramasa back in the real world, Tsuna had no reason to stay in the inner world any longer; he had to go back and control Muramasa first.

With the disappearance of Tsuna Muramasa, his inner world is once again left with only the Decimo and Byakuran.

Byakuran gazed listlessly at the night sky and said to the Decimo, "Hey, Vongola, shouldn't we also go and experience the wonders of this other world?"

The Decimo slowly walked back to his position, not looking at Byakuran, but quietly staring in the direction of the gate, his eyes seemingly able to penetrate the inner world and see reality.

"Yes, I will. I trust Tsuna. Trust doesn't need a reason."

Byakuran was speechless. Of course, the Vongola don't need reasons! Not only is Little Tsuna another version of you in this world, but you've never bullied him either. Wouldn't he always think of you when there's something good to be had?

Byakuran silently considered whether he should accelerate Little Tsuna's progress and unlock two more of his elemental powers. Little Tsuna Little Tsuna then be able to appreciate his efforts?