The big man pointed to a Zanpakuto lying quietly in a corner and said, "You can start with that one."
Uchiha Hikaru looked around at the Zanpakuto scattered all over the ground, not knowing what expression to make.
"There have to be at least eight hundred, if not a thousand!!!"
"Even if I never slept or rested, there's no way I could feel every single Zanpakuto out!!!"
Uchiha Hikaru sighed. There simply wasn't enough time. It was too tight.
According to his plans, he would be heading to another world in eight days.
After a brief silence, Uchiha Hikaru clenched his back teeth. "Whatever! I'll familiarize myself with as many as I can! I'll deal with the rest later."
The big man smiled at Uchiha Hikaru. He suddenly felt that this young man seemed like quite a decent wielder for him.
At the very least, in terms of strength, he did not disgrace him at all. His techniques were merely somewhat lacking.
He had always wondered how this young man had achieved Bankai despite such severely deficient technique.
The big man had intended to ask, but before he could, Uchiha Hikaru walked toward the Zanpakuto he had pointed out earlier.
So he said nothing more.
"First Gate, open!"
Uchiha Hikaru restrained his strength to the level of the First Gate. Gripping the murderous Zanpakuto in his hand, he stared straight at the big man wreathed in blue-white flames.
His eyes brimmed with intense fighting spirit.
"The sword you're holding right now! Can you feel the killing intent on its blade?"
"No matter the circumstances, a Zanpakuto will be affected!"
"The sword in your hand has been affected by your killing intent!!!"
The big man spoke calmly, his powerful hand gripping his Zanpakuto tightly. "You must remain clear-headed even beneath this