"Bankai"
"Shatatsu Karagara Shigarami no Tsuji"
Senjumaru Shutara disappeared in place
Three layers of canopies hang down from the void. The outermost layer is dark purple brocade, the middle layer is dark red silk, and the innermost layer is dark green tulle. The three layers of curtains are connected by countless hanging curtains, and each hanging curtain is embroidered with fine embroidery.
From the outside, this is just a cloth canopy suspended quietly in the wasteland, with the cloth swaying gently in the morning breeze.
But the scene inside the canopy is completely different.
darkness
Boundless, absolute darkness
The three-headed and six-armed Shendu Wuming Dharma form Asura stood in this darkness. He could not find any target to attack. There was this faint haze around him.
Four-color hanging curtains of red, purple, blue and green hang down from the void, outlining several faint arcs in this boundless darkness, like curtains hanging in a non-existent room.
Then Shutara appeared on his right side. Her white feathers were particularly dazzling in the darkness. She stood sideways, tilted her head slightly, and her eyes calmly fell on Shen Du: "The fallen Shura has dispersed the fog of dementia."
The haze around Shen Du then dissipated, and Shen Du's six eyes regained clarity at the same time. The first thing he saw was Shutara's eyes that were so calm that they were almost indifferent.
Then Shutara turned into a ghost and disappeared.
She appeared behind the curtain on the left side of Shen Du. Through the thin layer of dark green gauze, her figure cast a blurry and swaying outline on the cloth.
She was still leaning sideways, still tilting her head slightly, and her eyes fell on Shen Du through the gaps in the warp and weft of the gauze. "Leaning down in the sea of flowers, ultimately defeated by the sword of flowers."
Shen Du A piece of the Four-Colored Spider Lily Sea appeared under his feet, and several blue butterflies flew past him.
Shen Du looked down at the flowers and butterflies, and then he felt that his power was draining away
Bankai The severe pain that was forcibly relieved surged up from the depths of his soul. Three heads roared silently at the same time, and six arms drooped feebly at the same time. The Hannya mask peeled off from his face and shattered into countless tiny porcelain-white fragments. They scattered above the sea of flowers and turned into Reishi points of light before they hit the ground.
His body quickly shrunk from his three-meter-long appearance and turned back into the wandering soul with torn clothes and injuries all over his body.
He knelt in the middle of the sea of flowers, his eyes were empty, his lips were slightly open, but he did not make any sound
Shutara turned into a strange shadow again. She appeared behind the curtain directly in front of Shen Du. The curtain was pulled open from the middle by an invisible force, revealing her full appearance. "The gorgeous silk curtain, isolating flowers and butterflies, sinking into darkness."
brush brush brush
A large number of cloths of various colors appeared and directly wrapped Shen Du into rice dumplings. Shen Du fell to the ground, Reiatsu disappeared, and Zanpakutō fell aside.
Then the canopy disappeared, and Shen Du, who had been wrapped into a rice dumpling and fell to the ground, appeared in the sea of flowers Shuichi Bankai, Shutara stood in front of him, and Zanpakutō lay quietly in the sea of flowers aside.
"I'm going back first." Shutara grabbed a piece of cloth wrapped in Shen Du, lifted him up, turned his head slightly and looked at the same Shuichi Shijima, and Shunpo left without waiting for the two people to answer.
Shuichi lifted Bankai and Shijima looked at each other and nodded to each other. The meaning is very simple, that is, the matter is over here.
Shijima goes first and Shunpo leaves
Shuichi looked at Jueshu who was watching the battle in the distance, quickly withdrew his gaze, then confiscated Zanpakutō of Shen Du, and Shunpo left here.
On a high slope not far away, Jueshu maintained a posture with one hand raised, and has not moved since Shuichi left until now.
His gray monk's robe swayed gently in the morning breeze, and his rosary beads stopped spinning between his fingers.
The battle just now was replayed over and over again before his eyes.
The roar of Shura, the blooming of the sea of flowers, the falling of the silk curtain, and the back of the captain Soul Reaper bending down to pick up Zanpakutō, he witnessed everything and was powerless to change anything.
"Amitabha"
Jueshu's voice was very soft. He lowered his head. The wrinkles between his eyebrows looked particularly deep in the morning light. This Buddha's name was not salvation or prayer. It was just an old monk who had stood in the wilderness for too long. After witnessing everything, he finally allowed himself to let out a weak sigh.
Wuran was lying on the cold gravel ground, the wound on his chest that was penetrated by Blood Heaven Asura healed like the Miracle
It's Unrepentant Seal from Jueshu. Its function is to transfer one's life force to another person.
Then Wuran's eyelids moved.
Consciousness rises slowly from the abyss of chaos, like swimming upwards from deep water, using all the strength of the whole body to rise every inch.
He first felt the wind, and then he felt the light, the warm, pale golden light that penetrated his eyelids.
Then he heard sounds, the wind, the chirping of unknown birds in the distance, and the subtle friction sound of Jueshu rosary beads gently shaking between his fingers.
Wuran opened his eyes.
The sky slowly focused in his field of vision, with a few clouds moving slowly high and far away.
He stared at the clouds for a long time, until a cloud drifted from the left side of his field of vision to the right side, and he finally confirmed that he was still alive.
A picture suddenly flashed in his mind. Shen Du's bloody knife penetrated his chest, and the tip of the knife penetrated from his back.
"Shen Du!"
Wuran sat up suddenly, his eyes eagerly scanning the wilderness ahead.
The scorched earth was pitted and covered with Reiatsu remnants, and the black traces of Kidō burning were carved into the earth like scars.
But Shen Du is not there
"Wuran, we should go back," said Jueshu on the side.
Wuran turned his head and looked up at Jueshu, only to find that there were some wrinkles on Jueshu's face, which were signs of aging. Wuran's eyes were wide open and his pupils were microscopic.
Then Wuran stood up. He looked at Jueshu. He knew that Jueshu must have used some forbidden technique. After all, the wound on his chest was gone. "Jueshu... you shouldn't have saved me."
Jueshu just shook his head, as if he was denying this sentence, and also seemed to be denying the excessive guilt in Wuran's tone.
"Wuran, Eternal Silence lost Amakusa, lost Shen Du, I can't lose you anymore."
After Jueshu finished speaking, he turned around and faced the direction of Eternal Silence.
His monk's robe was slightly puffed up by the wind, and his rosary beads stopped shaking in the middle of his closed palms. He didn't speak anymore, but just took steps and walked slowly back along the way he came.
Wuran stood there, looking at the back of Jueshu, watching as he stepped on the gravel step by step, leaving a shallow footprint, which was then filled up by the dust blown by the wind.
The back view of Jueshu is in the direction of Eternal Silence.
Wuran turned his head and took one last look at the scorched earth.
The breeze blew over from the wilderness. He glanced at the direction where Shen Du disappeared, then withdrew his gaze and took steps.
He followed Jueshu, and their figures stretched into two slender gray lines on the wasteland.
never look back