Spiritual pressure erupted, accompanied by a surge of light.
The standard-issue Zanpakuto in Mayuri Kurotsuchi's hand underwent a drastic transformation.
Its three curved blade segments resembled the claws and fangs of some creature, radiating a chilling aura.
At the end of the blade, where the guard should have been, was instead the face of an infant, its ominous features grotesque beyond measure.
"Ashisogi Jizo..."
Su Feng nodded. It was exactly as he remembered it.
"Zanpakuto modification technology."
Mayuri gripped Ashisogi Jizo and poured spiritual pressure into it.
The infant face's mouth immediately opened, spewing out a great volume of purple mist. A sizzling sound of corrosion echoed through the air.
"Ashisogi Jizo's original ability is to lock down the opponent's movements after cutting them."
"It can selectively sever the signal for 'moving the limbs' among the countless signals sent by the brain."
Mayuri's smile was perverse. "However, this places certain demands on the user—namely, myself."
"I'm not particularly skilled at that Zankensoki nonsense."
Having been instantly defeated twice in a row, Mayuri, who had once held a little confidence in himself, had begun to completely question his life.
"So, I made a few insignificant modifications to Ashisogi Jizo."
Mayuri let out a crazed laugh and swung the blade in his hand. The poisonous mist began spreading at an accelerated rate, swiftly filling the entire barrier.
"Once this poisonous mist is inhaled through the nose or mouth, it will likewise sever the signals sent by the brain."
"How is it? Isn't it powerful?"
With his arms folded, Su Feng gave his assessment. "The poisonous mist spreads too slowly. It isn't even as fast as an average Seated Officer's Shunpo."
"If I stood outside the mist and bombarded you with wide-range Kido, what would you do then?"
Mayuri's smile froze, and the