Amid the fluttering feathers of light, both the gentle, graceful healer and the Sword Demon brimming with murderous intent vanished without a trace.
In the boundless void, only Araki and the golden book above his head remained eternal.
Unohana Retsu's soul fused perfectly into Araki's body. The infusion and enhancement from the Book of Sword Masters was not like what Araki had done himself in the outside world, which left behind impurities or made his power hollow and hard to control.
This was a perfect inheritance.
At that moment, Araki suddenly felt something calling to him from the depths of his soul.
"Speak my name..."
"Your name?"
"Yes. You should know it. Say it..."
"Do I know it?"
"You definitely do!"
"Then..."
Araki pondered for a moment. "Slaughter to your heart's content, Kenpachi!"
Clang!
A high, ringing cry of a sword instantly resounded through the heavens. In the next instant, a thick, pungent murderous aura erupted violently.
The entire space suddenly changed color.
It was the color of blood, the final hue left behind when life faded away.
Scarlet murderous aura swept across heaven and earth like a storm, appearing without the slightest warning and filling every inch of space.
The murderous aura was so dense it was like viscous blood plasma, suffocating to the senses.
And within that violent yet ice-cold murderous aura, a vague figure flickered in and out of sight, as though it were the very symbol of slaughter.
Araki understood. That was his Zanpakuto.
A Zanpakuto's ability and temperament were closely tied to its host.
Since his obsession was to survive, then naturally, he needed a sharp blade to eliminate everything that affected that goal.
Kenpachi was the blade that guarded his path.
It was also Unohana Retsu's final gift.
After half a year