I Call This a Highway

Bai Zhu's stomach felt as if someone had punched it hard, then grabbed his intestines, tied them into a vicious knot, and punched them again.

That "ink," reeking of lake water and the indescribable fermented stench coming off Dwun, rushed straight to his head.

He could not hold it in any longer.

"Bleurgh—"

The dry rations he had eaten not long ago, mixed with stomach acid, all came pouring out, adding a fresh new color to the murky water before him.

Another bullet grazed his scalp and exploded into a spray of water some distance away.

With the icy lake water, the smell of his own vomit, and the sniper's relentless harassment from afar, Bai Zhu's face looked darker than the filthy water beneath his feet.

He looked at his teammates in the distance, already nearly reduced to tiny dots, and had ten thousand curses he wanted to throw at them.

Those bastards who abandoned their teammate!

Several times in a row, just as he tried to gather Reiatsu and burst out of the water, that damned bullet seemed to have eyes, precisely cutting off every point where he could exert force.

Bai Zhu could only hold his breath and sneak through the water in a miserable state.

What kind of bullshit was this?

His mind was a mess. One moment, he pictured the cool sight of ninjas in Naruto sprinting across water; the next, he pictured his current pathetic state, doing the butterfly stroke in a septic tank.

Wait.

Walking on water...

A piece of common knowledge he had ignored for far too long suddenly exploded in his mind.

Reishi.

The fundamental substance that made up the Soul Society and Hueco Mundo.

High-density Reishi itself could serve as solid footing! Any character in Bleach could even use it to