The mansion of the Tsunayashiro Clan is located in the heart of Seireitei, next to Great Spirit Library.
But when it comes to floor space, it is far less majestic than Kuchiki Clan, and even slightly more cramped than Shihōin Clan.
This is not because Tsunayashiro Clan lacks strength, but because this ancient family disdains to use its vast courtyard to demonstrate its authority. Their real territory is the abyss that hides all the history and secrets of Soul Society.
He stood at the door with Tsunayashiro Tokinada, looking at the two closed doors with the family crest painted on them.
He couldn't remember how long it had been since he came back. It probably started from the day Spiritual Arts Academy's transcript was delivered to his home.
Zanjutsu is mediocre, Hakuda barely passes, Kidō's singing is always half a beat slower than others, and Shunpo is even evaluated by the teacher as lacking explosive power.
The only thing that was passable was the tactics class
But what's the use?
In the Tsunayashiro Clan, tactics are studied by those sitting in the Chinese military tent, and a waste that cannot even own Zanpakutō will never be qualified to sit in that position.
He opened the door
The door is unlocked. Tsunayashiro Clan never needs to lock the door. No one dares to break in here, just as no one dares to question Tsunayashiro Clan's right to speak in Central 46.
The dry landscape in the front yard has been carefully taken care of, and the lines on the white sand are as neat as measured with a ruler. Several black pines trimmed into spherical shapes squat on the edge of the white sand, with a respectful posture, as if they are bowing their heads to everyone who passes by. Tokinada walks through the front yard and steps onto the long corridor in front of the main hall.
There they are, four of them, all children of the Tsunayashiro Clan, similar in age to Tokinada
They wore gorgeous straight clothes, with the Tsunayashiro Clan family crest embroidered on the cuffs. They wore knives on their waists, with gems inlaid on the scabbards. The ropes on the handles were brand new, with no trace of wear. Tokinada I don't know why they made the Zanpakutō used for combat so gorgeous.
They leaned against the vermilion pillars in the corridor, their postures relaxed, as if they had been waiting here for a while.
The leader is called Shisei Tsunayashiro, who is one year older than Tokinada. He has never been to the Spiritual Arts Academy, but this does not prevent his Zanpakutō from completing Shikai a few years ago.
"Yo"
Shi Cheng tilted his head and raised the corners of his mouth. "Isn't this our poor student?"
His voice was not loud, but it echoed in the empty corridor, as if someone was repeating his words in the distance.
The other three people laughed, and the laughter bounced back and forth between the stone walls, layer upon layer, turning into a buzzing sound that made it difficult to distinguish the source.
Tokinada didn't speak, his steps didn't stop
"You're a waste who doesn't even have a Zanpakutō after graduation." A man in dark blue straight clothes answered, with a kind of pretended regret in his tone.
"Kidō and Shunpo can't learn it well~" the third person prolonged the ending, as if he was reciting a limerick.
"That's right, what a waste." The fourth person echoed. His vocabulary is obviously not as rich as the previous ones, but this does not prevent him from expressing the same contempt.
Shi Cheng waited for them to finish speaking before he spoke slowly, his voice softer than before, but colder than before. "Zanjutsu and Hakuda can't even compare to those Rukongai rubbish. The surname Tsunayashiro is really in vain."
Tokinada still ignored them. He walked from one end of the corridor to the other, passed through the gazes of the four people, and disappeared into the shadows at the corner of the corridor.
Shi Cheng stood there, looking at the direction where Tokinada disappeared. The other three people stood next to him, some were still laughing, and some had stopped smiling.
"He has such a good temper," one person said.
"It's not that I have a good temper." Shi Cheng turned around and turned his back to the direction where Tokinada disappeared.
"It's good to endure it"
"Hahahahahaha" laughter exploded in the corridor, louder than ever before.
But this time, no one could tell what else was hidden in the laughter.
Tokinada walks on the corridor leading to Great Spirit Library
Tokinada was walking on the corridor leading to Great Spirit Library. At the end of the corridor, he stopped in front of a black door.
The manager of Great Spirit Library is an old man. He is sitting behind a wooden table at the door.
Tokinada walked to the table and put the application documents on the table. The old man looked down at the documents and then looked up at Tokinada. He did not speak, but waved his hand to let Tokinada in.
Tokinada Push the door open.
A faint blue light pours out from the crack in the door
Great Spirit Library spread out at his feet.
It is in the shape of a tower, extending downward layer by layer. Each layer is a ring of bookshelves. Blue is the only color here.
The walls are blue, the bookshelves are blue, and the Reishi dust suspended in the air is also blue. The bookshelves are arranged along the walls, extending from the ground to the dome. Each floor is filled with turquoise jade pieces, as neatly as a row of soldiers waiting for review.
Looking down, the bottom of the tower is hidden in a deep blue mist, and the bottom cannot be seen. Looking up, the dome is extremely high and disappears in the same mist.
Shunpo cannot be used here. This is an iron law passed down from generation to generation in the Tsunayashiro Clan. In Great Spirit Library, any form of Reiatsu outbreak is prohibited.
No one knows the consequences of violating the prohibition, and no one dares to try it.
The entrance is a circular hall, which is not large. There are no bookshelves around it, only a stone platform half a person's height. There is a piece of green jade embedded on the stone platform, which is larger and thicker than those on the bookshelves.
Tokinada put his hand on the jade piece, Reiatsu seeped into the jade from the palm of his hand, and the jade piece lit up.
The holographic light screen unfolded in front of him, with neat rows of words and numbers arranged in the air.
Directory
The entire directory of Great Spirit Library.
Tokinada started searching.
His fingers slid across the light screen, and rows of numbers passed through his fingertips.
Each line of numbers is followed by a brief comment, document name, age, classification, and confidentiality level.
Some notes are very long, detailing the author and summary of the document; some notes are very short, with only three or four words, as if the recorder himself does not know what to write.
The words flashed quickly in his eyes, his expression was calm, only his pupils were shrinking slightly.
Soon, his fingers stopped, and a line of numbers appeared on the light screen, and the comment column read [Zanpakutō Origin]
He continued searching in this direction, and more relevant document numbers began to emerge. He remembered these numbers one by one, and then closed the directory.
The circular steps start from the edge of the entrance hall and spiral down along the inner wall of the tower. The steps are very narrow, only big enough for one person to pass. There are no guardrails on the outside. If you miss the step, you will fall into the blue abyss. The surface of the stone steps has been polished smooth and shiny by countless pairs of feet, glowing with a wet sheen under the blue light.
He found the location of the first number.
The circular corridor on the first floor was longer than he imagined. The bookshelves extended from the ground to the dome, so high that there was no end in sight. Green jade pieces were densely arranged on the bookshelves.
He found the corresponding jade piece according to the number, and slowly injected Reiatsu. The lines on the jade piece began to glow, and green light seeped out from the lines, converging into a suspended light screen in the air.
The text on the light screen is extremely dense and neatly arranged from top to bottom.
The first piece of jade, regarding the homology between Reishi and the soul, he was not sure that he fully understood it, but he was sure that he understood enough parts.
He realized that he needed to go back to the previously marked position and read another piece of jade, which had an earlier number than this one.
He returned to the circular corridor on the upper floor, found the number, injected Reiatsu, and the light screen unfolded.
After reading this article, he was almost certain of his judgment.
Judging from the age and wording of this piece of jade, the author is describing a view that was already questioned by the mainstream academic circles at the time.
But here it is, collected in Great Spirit Library, along with all other forgotten knowledge, preserved undisturbed to this day.
Tokinada continued to explore this circular corridor. One after another, green jade tablets were activated, and one after another blue light screen lit up in the shadow of the bookshelf. Finally, he came to the conclusion: Zanpakutō is a fragment of the soul.
This conclusion itself was not a shocking secret to him. Although the Sword Meditation class of the Spiritual Arts Academy was taught briefly, the basic principles were explained. What really made him stop was another record.
He turned to the number, and the light screen lit up. The words flowed on the blue light screen, taking him to a realm he had never touched before.
The article writes that there is an extremely rare phenomenon in some souls. They will be bound to a Zanpakutō that they have never really owned.
This knife is not in the hands of the holder, or even within the holder's cognitive scope, but the binding relationship exists objectively. The holder cannot find the knife through normal means because he does not know what he is looking for, but Zanpakutō knows that it is just waiting for him to walk in front of it and wait for him to recognize its name.
The scariest thing is another line: He might be around
Another piece of jade
On Zanpakutō The Principle of Symbiosis and Mutual Exclusion When he activated it, he found that the content was much more difficult than he expected.
The first three paragraphs were laying out a theoretical model that he had never seen in any literature before, trying to explain why two Zanpakutō cannot coexist in the same soul.
Those terms and logical deductions progressed layer by layer, building a knowledge barrier that he had never touched before.
When he finished reading this article, his fingers were still pressing on the edge of the jade piece, and his body was slightly numb from the coolness.
He will not awaken the second Zanpakutō. This fact itself is a heavy blow.
"Hahahahahahaha"
Tokinada's laughter echoed in Great Spirit Library, colliding, refracting, and amplifying between the circular corridors.
He couldn't distinguish between his emotions at the moment, whether it was a catharsis of years of repression, a mockery of the injustice of heaven, or the ecstasy of finding a glimmer of light in a desperate situation.
Maybe it's all, maybe it's not. He only knows that a Zanpakutō is waiting for him somewhere, waiting for him to come to it.
"Zanpakutō!"
His hands were tightly gripping the edge of the bookshelf, his knuckles were white, and veins were popping up on his forehead, but the corners of his mouth were grinning in a strange arc.
"Zanpakutō! I must get Zanpakutō! I want to make those idiots who look down on me in this Spiritual Arts Academy regret it! I want everyone in this world to tremble under my feet!"