Ōtsutsuki Isshiki cursed inwardly.
Although he had anticipated the bizarre abilities of the weapon in Shihōin Naraku's hand, only after being wounded did he realize he had still underestimated the threat.
It erased bodily tissue outright, slowed his ability to heal himself, and could even shorten his lifespan.
What a terrifying ability.
For Isshiki as he was now, in particular, it posed the greatest threat.
After all, he only had two or three days left to live.
As time passed and he continued fighting, his remaining lifespan was already dwindling at an extremely slow rate.
If that were all, he could accept it.
But Naraku having the ability to shorten his lifespan was absolutely unacceptable.
"From now on, I absolutely cannot let that tachi wound me, or I'll be in trouble." Isshiki's gaze swept over the keen blade gripped in Naraku's right hand, his expression exceedingly grim.
He was about to step forward and resume his battle with Naraku when his body suddenly swayed, and a wave of dizziness swept through his head.
"Hm?"
"This is..."
Isshiki shook his head.
But that dizziness had vanished in an instant, without affecting him too much.
"What happened?" Isshiki was puzzled.
He did not believe the dizziness had been his imagination.
Could this also be a consequence of being wounded by Shihōin Naraku's weapon?
Of course, Isshiki did not know that Kurikara, as a Zanpakutō, could wound human souls.
As a member of the Ōtsutsuki Clan, Isshiki possessed a relatively powerful soul. After all, they could turn their abilities and souls into data, implant themselves in a vessel, and then resurrect through it.
That alone showed their proficiency in matters of the soul.
Thus, being cut by the Zanpakutō had only left Isshiki briefly dizzy.
An ordinary ninja, by contrast, would have their