"You bastard! How dare you use me for something like this? Hmph. I'll let it slide because you're the Chief Strategist. I can make a little gadget like this in minutes," Kurotsuchi Mayuri snarled through gritted teeth.
Yamabuki Chidori was delighted to see him like this.
After all, people found happiness in other people's misery.
Whatever one thought of Mayuri as a person, his scientific ability was undeniable. By that afternoon, he had finished what Chidori had requested: a pure-black short blade.
Mayuri was still explaining how to use it. "The blade is empty right now. Take turns putting your Reiatsu into it, then stab it into the person you want to help. That will awaken his Shinigami Power again. Decide for yourselves who wants to contribute. I'm not doing something that stupid."
Chidori said from the side, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Captain Mayuri, you made it, but you're afraid to use it? Is there something wrong with it? Kisuke Urahara would never act like this."
"Bastard! Insult my character all you want, but don't insult my work. Watch closely. I'll put my Reiatsu in right now." Furious, Mayuri grabbed the hilt and poured his Reiatsu into it.
"Well? Nothing happened, did it?" Mayuri looked smug.
Rukia Kuchiki watched happily from the side. The purpose of the blade was obvious: it was meant to help Kurosaki Ichigo.
"Chief Strategist, I'll go second." Rukia hurriedly added her Reiatsu.
Renji Abarai followed.
Then came the Captains.
Ichigo had originally had nothing to do with them. Yet at the final moment, he had been willing to sacrifice all his Shinigami Power to stand in front of them. Now that they could help him, none of them would begrudge him a little Reiatsu.
The Captain Commander and Chidori went last.
Before long, the