Farewell to Ichigo Kurosaki who was still being beaten in dire straits, Yoriichi went up the stairs of Reishi and arrived at the Weaver Palace where Senjumaru was.
As soon as I stepped into the main hall, a dazzling array of colors burst into my field of vision.
The entire palace is filled with colorful silk threads and luxurious fabrics flying all over the sky, and various spinning tools operate automatically driven by Reishi.
Dozens of golden mechanical arms shuttled rapidly through the air, making crisp mechanical clicking sounds.
In the center of the hall, Senjumaru Shutara is sitting in front of a huge loom, with the skeleton arms behind him moving flexibly like the Thousand-Armed Guanyin.
This kind of luxurious and fancy pomp is really eye-opening.
Sensing the arrival of Yoriichi, Senjumaru put down what he was doing and turned around slowly.
"Oh, isn't this the man who defeated Yhwach?"
Senjumaru narrowed his eyes slightly, looked Yoriichi up and down, and raised a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth.
Before Yoriichi could speak, several golden mechanical arms instantly rushed to his side.
I only heard a "swish, swish, swish" sound from the wind.
Soft rulers, belts, and even a few tailoring scissors were walking up and down Yoriichi's body.
Yoriichi felt stiff all over, but fortunately the measurement was completed in the blink of an eye.
"Oh, don't be nervous, I'm just taking measurements."
Senjumaru chuckled, and the robotic arm quickly retracted, bringing back a bunch of precise data records.
"Although that thick man Ōetsu Nimaiya can't help you with anything and can't recast your weird knife, the Soul King Palace special fabric here can always give you a little more protection." Senjumaru said slowly.
"Then I'll trouble Sister Senjumaru."
Yoriichi was too lazy to be polite. His own set of Shihakushō was already in tatters in the previous series of battles.
He walked to the guest seat next to the hall and sat down. Looking at the rapidly moving arms behind Senjumaru, he suddenly thought of an acquaintance from World of the Living and Seireitei.
"Speaking of which, Captain Mayuri Kurotsuchi didn't learn his strange equipment and taste from you before, right?" Yoriichi asked casually.
As soon as these words came out, the crisp sound of textiles in the hall suddenly stopped.
Hearing the words "Mayuri Kurotsuchi", Senjumaru the robotic arms that were weaving suddenly stopped for half a second.
Then, Senjumaru snorted coldly.
"Don't confuse me with that kid who only knows how to apply makeup and powder and has tubes inserted all over his body."
Senjumaru rolled his eyes, with undisguised disgust in his tone, and pulled off a piece of thread that had been knitted and threw it aside.
"He used to be a handyman under my concubine. He always knew how to do some disgusting poisons and biochemical modification experiments."
"I pursue the ultimate in gorgeous art. His hobby is pure Frankenstein. He paints his face like a white-faced clown every day. It is simply an insult to the word art."
Hearing this complaint, Yoriichi couldn't help laughing.
No wonder every time Mayuri Kurotsuchi mentions Zero Division, he always has an awkward attitude as if he is facing a powerful enemy and wants to save face.
After a long quarrel, it turned out that the arrogant Captain Twelfth Division was just a researcher serving tea and water under Senjumaru.
I guess in the eyes of Senjumaru, Mayuri Kurotsuchi is still a rebellious kid who crazily wants to prove that he is stronger than his former leader.
"Back then, when he was still working under me, his eyebrows and hair were all burned off because he failed to control the yield of a bomb during a bomb test. He came to me to borrow fabric to make a wig. His funny look could make me laugh for a thousand years."
Senjumaru relentlessly reveals the dark history of Captain Twelfth Division.
"If he hears you say that, he will definitely be so angry that he will explode two special Reishi Bomb in the research room and die with you." Yoriichi joked with a smile.
"Let him be."
Senjumaru didn't care at all, and several robotic arms quickly threaded needles and threads again.
"That kid just wants to save face and suffer, but his brain is really good. Occasionally, he can make a few gadgets that make me look at him a little bit. It's not a waste of time to stay here with me."
Yoriichi just thinks that Twelfth Division's thing is getting more and more interesting. Next time I meet Mayuri Kurotsuchi, I must use the wig to blackmail him into some useful medicines.
While the two were chatting, a bright light lit up from the huge loom in front of Senjumaru.
The sound of cloth being perfectly cut echoed continuously in the air.
"It's done. Try it on. It's guaranteed to be a hundred times better than the rags you are wearing."
Senjumaru waved his hand, and a brand new set of clothes crossed the space and landed on Yoriichi's body.
With a burst of soft Reishi light, the old clothes turned into dots of Reishi and dissipated, and the new clothes fit silkily on his body.
This is a set of restrained yet luxurious Shihakushō, which is covered with a long white feather fabric with unique dark gold patterns.
The fabric feels as light as nothing and has a fine texture on the surface.
Yoriichi can clearly perceive that it contains the special Reishi structure of Ōken.
Not only can it greatly block the Reiatsu oppression of external enemies, but even the violent Sun Reiatsu itself can become slightly calmer under the filter of the clothes, making it less likely to accidentally injure surrounding teammates.
"Sister Senjumaru's craftsmanship is really impressive."
Yoriichi moved his arms and found that there was no pulling feeling at the joints of his shoulders and wrists, which were perfectly adapted to his high-speed slashing movements.
It is indeed Zero Division's private high-end customization.
"You have a good vision." Senjumaru looked at the finished product and nodded with satisfaction.
Yoriichi stood up, straightened the white feather fabric, thanked Senjumaru, then turned and walked out of the hall.
A cold voice came from Senjumaru behind him.
"Also, stop calling me eldest sister. Do I look that old?"
The figure who was about to walk out of the door paused, raised his left hand, waved it, and walked out faster.
Following the passage we came from, Yoriichi soon returned to the Phoenix Palace, full of water sounds and modern neon lights.
As soon as I walked into the hall, I heard a series of miserable screams.
I saw Ichigo Kurosaki lying on the water with his back stretched out, his body covered with small wounds made by Asauchi, his clothes were in tatters, and he was breathing heavily.
The Asauchis without facial features were still densely surrounding him, ready to launch the next round of attack at any time.
Ōetsu Nimaiya was squatting on a tall pillar next to him, holding a small notebook and recording some unknown data. He didn't even look at Ichigo who was being beaten.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Ōetsu Nimaiya raised his head.
"Hey, isn't this our sun boy? The new clothes Senjumaru that shady girl made for you are very handsome!" Ōetsu Nimaiya blew a loud whistle, jumped down from the pillar, and landed steadily on the water.
"The clothes are really nice."
Yoriichi didn't talk much about clothes, his expression became serious.
He directly took off the Hekyō from his waist along with the scabbard and held it firmly in his hand.
After the previous battle, he knew very well that although his Bankai was terrifyingly powerful, it lacked the core bond of Soul Reaper - direct communication with the sword spirit.
He looked at the creator of Zanpakuto in front of him and revealed the true purpose of his return trip.
"Uncle Ōetsu Nimaiya, you said before that because this knife does not belong to the Three Realms system, you cannot recast it."
Yoriichi looked at Hekyō's dark knife handle and spoke softly.
"Then, with your knowledge..."
"Can you do me a favor and let the soul of Zanpakuto come out of the blade?"