Under Kuchiki Koga's puzzled, suspicious gaze, Su Feng gripped Storm Howl in reverse and spun it through a flashy flourish.
The movement flowed like water, without the slightest hint of stiffness.
Kuchiki Koga flew into a rage at the sight.
This was clearly a provocation!
How dared a mere Shinigami mouth off in front of him?
In his fury, Kuchiki Koga's spiritual pressure erupted, and a dazzling pillar of light shot into the sky, tearing apart the drifting clouds overhead.
Pale violet light swept over Su Feng, and strange waves of power enveloped him.
Faintly, a hazy voice seemed to whisper in his ear.
"So your Zanpakuto is called Storm Howl."
Muramasa wore a grim expression, a triumphant smile spreading across his vicious face. "During the time I was sealed away, Soul Society produced a genius like you."
"A wind-and-lightning dual-element Zanpakuto containing limitless potential."
"Come, Storm Howl. Release the desires in your heart. Vent your dissatisfaction. Raise your blade in anger against that brat before you!"
"Kill him, and you will be free!"
His words were full of temptation.
Yet the scene he had expected did not unfold. Everything remained as silent as before.
Su Feng idly twirled his blade, allowing Kuchiki Koga to activate Muramasa's ability.
He had entertained a similar suspicion from the very beginning of this rebellion.
What a joke. Even he himself couldn't communicate with his Zanpakuto, so how could a mere Muramasa make it betray him?
As the essence of a Shinigami's soul, a Zanpakuto was not fundamentally all that different from a Shinigami.
When he had first obtained his Asauchi, Su Feng had tried to communicate with it through blade meditation.
Although the results had been minimal, he had still received feedback from it.
With every session of blade meditation, he could grasp