A few days later, Shuichi was sitting in Thirteenth Division's station. There were not many documents in front of him, including several budget approvals and a personnel appointment and dismissal. They had all been processed by Lieutenant and only needed his final approval.
Then a Squad Member came to report that someone wanted to see the captain
Shuichi nodded and asked the person to come over
The sound of footsteps came from the door of the courtyard, not in a hurry or slow.
Qian Lida was standing at the door. She was wearing a lavender straight dress, her hair was tied back with a plain hairpin.
Without the internal support of Captain-Class Reiatsu, the sustaining power of the spirit body rapidly declined in just a few days. The high-density Reishi atmosphere and the heavy spirit environment of Seireitei were once the hotbed for her survival. But now, the shriveled soul that has lost its protection is like a naked walker in the wind and sand in the dense Reishi air of Seireitei. Every step forward is accompanied by silent wear and tear.
Qian Lida is holding the long object re-wrapped in gorgeous fabrics.
"Shuichi Captain"
Qian Lida bowed slightly, her voice was much softer than last time
"I hope you can keep it." She handed the heavy thing wrapped in cloth to Shuichi. Shuichi didn't pick it up immediately. She looked at the thing wrapped in gorgeous cloth and then at Qian Lida, but she had already guessed what it was.
"This is?"
"Eight-Mirror Sword" Qian Lida's answer was short and direct, without any trace of the awe a priest should have when facing an artifact.
Shuichi was silent for a moment, and finally stretched out his hands and solemnly took Eight-Mirror Sword over. "Will Ise Clan agree? This is an important weapon for your inheritance."
A self-deprecating smile appeared on Qian Lida's lips, "As long as the whereabouts of Eight-Mirror Sword are clear and the next priest can perform his duties normally, they have no objection. Besides, I no longer have the spiritual power to worship it. I think... I think..."
Qian Lida didn't want Yi Liang to become the next generation of priests, but she didn't choose to say it
"Captain Shuichi" Qian Lida paused for a moment and then immediately changed the topic.
"Yi Liang... I will trouble you from now on"
Shuichi Look at her
"In our High Priest lineage, the soul container is inherently incomplete and cannot feed any Asauchi"
Qian Lida looked at the ancient sword sleeping in the cloth. "So, this is our Zanpakutō. It was left to us by the gods, and it is also a chain."
Shuichi held Eight-Mirror Sword but did not answer
After she finished speaking, she bowed deeply to Shuichi. After the ceremony, Qian Lida didn't stay any longer. She turned around and slowly retreated along the gravel road she came from.
The wind blew through the pavilion, Shuichi lowered his head and pulled away the dark purple cloth in his hand Ikkaku.
The exposed sword blade of Eight-Mirror Sword was in the shape of a strange rectangular parallelepiped. The mirror on one side reflected a strange light that did not belong to Three Worlds in the dim light. The light fell on Shuichi's eyes, causing him to fall into deep contemplation for a long time.
"Captain?" Lieutenant shouted from the side
Shuichi came to his senses, tied the cloth again, and held the sword horizontally in his arms
"Prepare a sword stand for me and place it next to Zanpakutō"
Although there is a sword stand in Shuichi's lounge, it can only hold one knife. His Zanpakutō has been placed on it. The rose red color is very eye-catching. The simple and clean appearance and solid color are very beautiful.
Lieutenant nodded and then withdrew.
some day
When Shuichi passed by Sixth Division, he turned into their team building.
Saito's injury is not a secret, but not many people know the details. Shuichi is one of the few people who saw her being swept away by Torrent, and also one of the few people who saw her appearance when she was carried back from the wilderness. Haori was corroded in large areas. Parts of the black Reishi uniform were dissolved by Torrent, and the edges were curled and charred.
The corroded holes extend irregularly from the shoulders to the waist, apparently protecting certain parts of the clothing.
The skin exposed in the damaged area was burned as if it had been burned by fire. Most of his hair was singed, and the rest was cut short. He looked like a different person.
"Shuichi team."
The guard stopped in front of a quiet compartment surrounded by a corridor. Sixth Division Squad Member, who was responsible for leading the way, lowered his voice. "Captain Saito is inside. Her temper has been... a bit irritable these days. Please be patient."
"It doesn't matter." Shuichi smiled slightly.
Squad Member lightly knocked on the sliding door. "Captain Saito, Captain Thirteenth Division Shuichi is here."
"Come in"
The voice inside was a little low, and it was different from the usual high-pitched shouting.
Shuichi Open the door and walk in.
Saito is sitting behind the desk, writing non-stop in his hand.
Shuichi stood in front of the desk and didn't speak immediately, but just looked at her quietly.
She has changed a lot.
The most conspicuous thing is her hair. The purple twintails that were once so flamboyant and fluttering in the wind were mostly singed. Now they have been cut neatly by her. Now they have grown a little longer and turned into short loose hair that just reaches her shoulders.
The new Captain's Haori is not ready yet, she is still wearing the damaged Captain's Haori
"Why are you here?" Saito didn't even raise his head, and the pen tip made a rustling sound on the paper.
"Thirteenth Division Are you free today?"
"Passing by"
Shuichi looked around, pulled a chair and sat across from her. "How are you?"
Saito's pen tip paused imperceptibly
"Can't die"
Shuichi looked over her shoulder and landed on the knife rest behind her.
Saito's pen stopped for a moment: "No problem"
Shuichi looked at Zanpakutō on the knife rest behind him, and then at Saito's short hair. "Your Zanpakutō..."
Shuichi did not continue.
Saito put down the pen, leaned on the back of the chair, folded her hands, looked at Shuichi, she snorted coldly, and turned her head slightly to indicate the knife holder behind her. "As long as it was not broken when Bankai, it can be slowly repaired through the Reiatsu of the main body. Zanpakutō is an extension of the soul. If the soul is still there, the knife will not die."
"But in the Bankai state, the Reishi structure of Zanpakutō is completely different from that of Shikai. It is a completely unfolded and unreserved form of the soul. If it is broken in that state, it is truly broken, and even Commander-in-Chief cannot repair it. Fortunately..."
Saito curled his lips. "But... I had already taken the initiative to release Bankai the moment I released the handle of the knife."
Hearing this, Shuichi's heart that had been hanging around finally dropped. He was silent for a moment, and the corners of his lips slightly raised. "That's it, then I'll feel relieved."
Saito's face changed, as if something had stepped on his tail, and he sat up straight:
"Who asked you to care? You are so nosy!"
Shuichi didn't argue with her. He knew this woman's temper very well. Any more words at this time would add fuel to the fire. He stood up with a smile and patted the non-existent dust on Yuori.
"Gone"
He turned around, turned his back to Saito, raised his hand to signal him to leave, and then walked out of the captain's room briskly.
Behind her, there was the faint sound of Saito slamming a stack of official documents on the table, followed by her signature mumbled curses.
The sunlight in the corridor was a bit dazzling. Shuichi walked out of the Sixth Division station and looked up at the sky.
Danku, it's really time to practice hard.