Baptism of Souls
"Bankai!"
A dense rain-attribute spiritual pressure permeated the entire lake, and soon a torrential downpour began. It was Jiro and Kojirō working together, while Tsuna had changed into a dual-sword dominoes uniform.
Bathed in the raindrops, Kyōka Kutsuki's movements slowed considerably. He suddenly looked in the direction of Muramasa, a strange sense of unease welling up inside him.
But Kyōka Kutsuki had no time to think. Byakuya, holding a cherry blossom umbrella, was unaffected by the raindrops. After all, while Kyōka Kutsuki's movements were gradually slowing down, Byakuya's attacks were getting faster and faster.
With the tide turning and the Kyōka Kutsuki quickly found himself at a disadvantage. A self-deprecating smile appeared on his face. He was well aware of Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's presence, and that resistance was futile.
But he just wanted to try, to give his ridiculous life one last dance. However, Kyōka Kutsuki never expected that he would never even reach Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto.
The mere presence of this junior from the Kuchiki Clan was already overwhelming him, and with the added influence of the rain, Kyōka Kutsuki had completely accepted his ridiculous fate.
Byakuya Kuchiki had no idea what Kyōka Kutsuki was waiting for. To him, this was just a way to clear the Kuchiki Clan of a stain in history. He and Kyōka Kutsuki were really not familiar with each other.
Turning our attention to Tsuna, the Hollow powers on Muramasa's chest gradually subsided as the raindrops, symbolizing Sedation, began to fall.
The lingering spiritual pressure in Muramasa's chest was steadily shrinking into his body.
That's good. Tsuna was very satisfied. The fact that Muramasa had Hollow spiritual pressure inside him was intentional on Tsuna's part. Isn't the so-called Asauchi of Zanpakuto just a combination of Bleach power and Hollow's power? Leaving some Hollow power in Muramasa is beneficial.
Tsuna slowly raised his Left Katana, which felt as heavy as a thousand pounds and was burning with almost solid Rain Flame. He turned the sword and plunged it into Muramasa's chest, which was bursting with Hollow's power.
Shigure Soen Ryu: Soul-Suppressing Rain!
The Rain Flame on the sword flowed slowly toward Muramasa's body like viscous liquid. The powerful Sedation attribute could suppress all developing forces, allowing them to return to their most primal form.
The Hollow spiritual pressure that Muramasa had absorbed into his body was being strongly suppressed. It could no longer transform into the form of Gillian, but instead returned to its most basic spiritual pressure state, obediently staying within Muramasa's body.
For hundreds of years, Muramasa has survived by relying on the spiritual pressure of Hollows, which has become an inseparable part of his body.
Tsuna drew his Left Katana. Apart from a slight rise and fall in his chest, Muramasa showed no signs of pain. He looked at Tsuna gratefully, thinking that it was a good thing to die without pain in the final moments of one's life.
What Muramasa didn't know was that this was just the beginning of Tsuna's plan.
Sheathing his Left Katana and drawing his Right Katana, the rain in the sky seemed to intensify at that moment, a testament to Kojirō's joy in soaring freely.
The rain intensified, turning from heavy rain to torrential downpour. In this raging downpour, all filth will be washed away.
The blade of the Right Katana was covered with deep blue water droplets, which were the essence of the rain-attribute spiritual pressure released by Kojirō. Tsuna raised the Right Katana, and with a bright chirping sound, the heavy rain suddenly stopped. The blue light on the Right Katana stole everyone's attention.
Kyōka Kutsuki, who was fighting, suddenly stopped. He looked at a bright spot in the rainy night, which was in the direction of Tsuna and also the location of Muramasa.
It was strange. Even though he had broken Muramasa and abandoned his Zanpakuto, a strange sense of unease suddenly welled up in his heart. It was an empty feeling, as if he was about to lose something.
Even though Kyōka Kutsuki had broken his Zanpakuto with his own hands, Muramasa was still his power, and it couldn't be discarded just because the Zanpakuto was broken.
The sudden feeling was Kyōka Kutsuki's instinct telling him that if he didn't take some action, he would lose something very important.
No, he had to stop what was happening in that bright place. Kyōka Kutsuki had lost all interest in the current head of the Kuchiki Clan; all his attention was focused on that bright blue area.
The Muramasa his; he may not use him, but he will not allow the Muramasa to leave.
No! He wants to take back Muramasa. As long as he takes back Muramasa, Muramasa will definitely obey him, because Muramasa his Zanpakuto, and it has always been an existence that obeys his commands!
Kyōka Kutsuki Hibiki was about to rush towards Tsuna, a series of enormous blades blocked his path. The blades transformed into an endless sea of pink flowers, completely engulfing Kyōka Kutsuki, Senbonzakura Kageyoshi.
Kyōka Kutsuki was stunned for far too long. If Byakuya couldn't seize this opportunity, he wouldn't be the current head of the Kuchiki Clan, let alone become a squad leader.
A sea of pink flowers formed a sphere, and countless sharp blades slashed across Kyōka Kutsuki's body. This was the last thing Byakuya, as the head of the Kuchiki Clan, could do for Kyōka Kutsuki.
To offer the final scenery of his life to Kyōka Kutsuki Hibiki, Kenkyo, Senbonzakura Kageyoshi!
"No!!!"
An angry and resentful roar echoed throughout the heavens and earth; this was the last trace that the Kyōka Kutsuki left in this world.
Byakuya Kuchiki glanced subtly in Tsuna's direction. By now, he had figured out what Tsuna was planning. Since they didn't want Kyōka Kutsuki to interfere, Byakuya would do his best, whether as a captain or a friend.
As for Kyōka Kutsuki's final realization and his unwilling cry, Byakuya ignored them all; belated affection is worth less than grass.
And Byakuya Kuchiki's deep affection will never be late; even if she is not even a commoner, he will still give her all his love.
Just as Kyōka Kutsuki was enveloped by Senbonzakura Kageyoshi, Tsuna swung his sword. Despite being the sharpest Right Katana, it sliced through Muramasa's shoulder and abdomen without leaving a single wound.
Following the Right Katana striking Muramasa, a torrential downpour instantly gathered. Under the endless torrential rain, all filth would be washed away, and everything would return to its most fundamental state.
The Secret of Shigure Soen Ryu: The Shirei no Ame!
As the torrential rain washed over Muramasa, the traces of Kyōka Kutsuki within him were gradually washed away, and Kyōka Kutsuki's inner world, the most core and secret area Muramasa, was being destroyed by the raging torrent.
Faced with all these changes, Muramasa didn't even try to stop them. Destruction was just another way of dying. Having already prepared himself mentally, Muramasa didn't find anything unacceptable.
All of Muramasa's connections to Kyōka Kutsuki have been erased, and the Muramasa in the World of the Living has lost all expression in his eyes.
Muramasa felt utterly alone, curled up, hugging his knees, just as he had in Asauchi in the past, waiting for his master to call his true name.
The last drop of rain slid down Muramasa's face, and at the same time, the Senbonzakura Balls were deactivated.
The battered Kyōka Kutsuki looked in Muramasa's direction, his lips trembling, but he was too weak to speak. All his spiritual pressure had been crushed by Byakuya's annihilation, and what appeared now was merely the remnant of Kyōka Kutsuki.
Specks of Reishi light emanated from Kyōka Kutsuki's body. In this final moment of his life, right, wrong, betrayal—none of it mattered to him. He simply gazed intently at Muramasa Kyōka Kutsuki. If there were an afterlife, would he try to understand Muramasa's thoughts?
Aside from Byakuya Kuchiki, no one cared about Kyōka Kutsuki's disappearance, and Byakuya Kuchiki was merely going through the motions.
After the Shirei no Ame ended, Yoruichi swiftly pulled a long box from the bushes and Zanpakuto it with a single blow, revealing an empty Zanpakuto, the same one that Toshiro Hitsugaya had used before.
Yoruichi's preparations went far beyond simply bringing a person; she also brought the necessary props.
Zanpakuto flung the Yoruichi at Tsuna, Tsuna, without hesitation, plunged it into Muramasa's chest. Muramasa seemed oblivious, remaining completely still as the Zanpakuto absorbed his spiritual pressure.
Tsuna did not continue his actions; absorbing spiritual pressure is a process that requires patience.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto walked over, looking at the slowly Zanpakuto, and asked, "Sawada Tsunayoshi, Urahara Kisuke, I ask you, is this method truly capable of stealing someone else's Zanpakuto?"
This is a very serious matter. When it was first reported to Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto didn't take it too seriously. But after what happened with Toshiro Muramasa, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto had to take precautions. It would be troublesome if those two stole other people's Zanpakuto just for fun.
"You're overthinking it, old man," Tsuna said with a shrug. "Look, just one Muramasa is already incredibly troublesome. Whether it's getting his master to give up or making the sword spirit give up, only if both conditions are met simultaneously can my Shirei no Ame possibly sever their connection."
"During this process, as long as the master and the sword spirit are still in contact, the Shirei no Ame cannot completely cleanse them, and one day in the future, that sword may turn against its new master."
"Secondly, it's not enough to get to this point yet. The shopkeeper's sword is still a fake sword. To combine it with the sword spirit and turn it into a real Zanpakuto, there is still a very important step that I can do."
"Finally, even if we obtain a new Zanpakuto, it doesn't mean he is Muramasa."
"As I said, Zanpakuto is merely a key to unlocking Bleach's potential. When another Bleach obtains this sword, he might be able to Shikai, but that would definitely not be Muramasa."
"Just like you gave me Ryūjin Jakka, in my hands, that pure flame power will transform into a seven-colored form. So don't overthink it, this technology can't be mass-produced; only specific opportunities and specific people can use it."
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto seemed thoughtful, his gaze sweeping over the little girl hiding behind Yoruichi. "So that's why you brought that child here? She's the master of Muramasa?"
Each Bleach's power is a unique and magnificent painting, and Koume, Urahara Kisuke's creation, is a blank canvas, perfectly suited to have her own specific design imprinted upon her.