At this moment, Kūkaku Shiba's mind was in turmoil.
She frequently bought the Seireitei Communication Shinigami, not to learn about the Shinigami, but to read the literary works published there.
Professional knowledge is definitely dry and boring, and she has no interest in it, but novels are different.
She would read stories about her sister-in-law's love life, or fantasy adventure stories, and sometimes she would complain about the illogical plots.
For example, in adventure stories, the protagonist gets caught up in a long period of reminiscence because of the death of a companion before the enemy has even been defeated. That doesn't make sense, does it?
Now, she feels that those authors didn't completely make things up.
The loss of someone you care about can be enough to turn a person into an idiot.
Even though she knows the situation is critical and she can't afford to be distracted, she still can't focus on the enemy.
Kūkaku Shiba landed on the mountaintop, countless thoughts racing through his mind, unsure of what to do next.
Boom! The ground exploded, sending stone chips and dirt flying everywhere. Shiraishi emerged; his kick against the rock wall was an attempt to clear a path behind him and avoid Senbonzakura's attack.
"Walk."
He couldn't understand what Kūkaku Shiba was spacing out about, and given the urgency of the situation, he reached out and grabbed the nearest piece of clothing.
A cool breeze rushed into his chest, Kūkaku Shiba immediately snapped back to reality, using Shunpo up. Otherwise, his chest would be exposed to the wind.
Blades of steel sliced through the ground and surged forth, while the mountains silently returned to dust.
The two returned to the front of the Shiba Clan.
Shiraishi released his grip.
With a sharp crack, it hurt a little, but Kūkaku Shiba ignored it and exclaimed with delight, "You're not dead!"
"I'm not that easy to die."
Shiraishi answered with a smile, surrounded by a layer of cherry blossom color. He looked up and saw that the entire sky was covered by cherry blossom petal-shaped Senbonzakura, truly blotting out the sun.
In an instant, cherry blossoms fell like rain and wind, and a chilling killing intent was hidden within the beautiful scene.
"This barrier won't hold for long." "I'll lead the way, you take them and run." "No, with Koganehiko and Shiroganehiko's Shunpo, they can't escape."
Shiraishi frowned. He had thought there was enough time, but Senbonzakura hadn't used her full speed.
Those old fogies are so annoying.
Instead of going all out from the start, you have to slowly squeeze out your true strength, like squeezing toothpaste.
This caused him to misjudge the situation and retreat to the Shiba Clan.
"We'll have to try the Kūkaku Cannon."
Kūkaku Shiba made a decision, turned around and called inside, " Koganehiko, Shiroganehiko, go get the equipment to launch the Kūkaku Cannon."
Shiraishi frowned and asked, "Is it too late?"
"Hopefully, it'll be in time." Kūkaku Shiba couldn't guarantee whether her own Kūkaku Cannon would fire first, or whether countless blades would break through first.
She could only gamble on her luck.
The two, Jin and Yin, ran down the stairs at top speed, leaving only Ganju Shiba standing there, at a loss.
"Follow me," Kūkaku Shiba called out, circling around to the back of the house. She strode up to the gun emplacement, slamming her fist on the base of the Kūkaku Cannon, revealing the spiral patterns and a spacious interior. "Go in!"
"Idiot, don't talk nonsense, just let the three of them in."
Shiraishi rolled his eyes. If he really wanted to run away, he wouldn't need the Kūkaku Cannon; he could shake off the Shiba family with just the Steel Tempest.
Kūkaku Shiba opened his mouth, but instead of offering any advice, he shouted, " Ganju, if you cry, I'll definitely beat you up!"
"Hmm." Ganju Shiba took a breath, trying to control the tears welling up in his eyes. He didn't whine, but walked straight into the cannon.
The two, Jin and Yin, returned quickly, carrying essential items for launching the weapon, such as a calligraphy brush and Spirit Sphere Core.
"Put the things down, and you take the Spirit Sphere Core inside."
She loudly ordered, "I'll use the Kūkaku Shooting Method Number Two, the direction is Junrinan in the West District One."
The two had a thousand words to say, but at this moment there was no time to speak; they could only utter one sentence. "Lord Kūkaku, please take care."
"Um."
Kūkaku Shiba smiled and watched them walk in, the Kūkaku Cannon returning to its jet-black color.
" Shiraishi, let's end this here and both become true adults."
As she spoke, she swung out the connecting rope to tie the cannon barrel.
The barrier creaked and groaned under the blade.
Shiraishi, holding a knife beside him, chuckled and said, "I'm afraid you won't be able to handle three days and three nights the first time. One day and one night will suffice."
"I think you can't hold on." She said, her hands not stopping, inserting four wooden stakes in the four directions of east, south, west and north, and quickly drawing the spell of the Kūkaku Shooting Method Technique on them with a brush.
Shiraishi retorted, not to be outdone, "Just kidding, I'll show you what a true superhuman tough guy looks like."
"Haha," she laughed, tying the end of the sparring rope to the wooden stake, and the other end to the sparring rope surrounding the cannon.
A white, zig-shaped imperial coin hangs down.
Everything is ready.
Cracks appeared on the surface of the barrier.
Kūkaku Shiba hurriedly stood on the steps of the emplacement, "Beyond! The coppery desire wants to be controlled by the thirty-six degrees!"
She drew her ancestral Zanpakuto and planted it in the ground of the fortress, solemnly chanting, "Seventy-two pairs of illusions, thirteen pairs of horn flutes."
As she read this, she released the knife hilt with her right hand, ripped off her headscarf, and the long scarf wrapped around her right arm. "The ape's right hand grasped the star!"
Intense flames burned from the surface of the bandage.
Kūkaku Shiba slammed his fist into the ground the Roar, "Embracing the twenty-five suns, the cradle of sand bleeds!"
Flames poured from the arm into the turret, exploded forward with a loud bang, and the connecting rope immediately snapped in the middle.
Bang!
A large amount of smoke billowed from the cannon muzzle, and the shockwave spread from the base of the cannon, signaling the rupture of the barrier, and countless blades pressed down.
Shiraishi Zanpakuto high with both hands and slashed down fiercely, tearing apart the impenetrable array of blades in front of him.
Kūkaku Shiba grabbed her ancestral Zanpakuto, Shunpo to dart out of the gap, and landed on her feet. The blade behind her separated her from Shiraishi.
She couldn't see what was happening around her; she only heard a muffled thud, and the Reiatsu rapidly receded into the distance.
" Senkei Senbonzakura Kageyoshi." Senbonzakura, wearing a mask, appeared behind her.
Kūkaku Shiba glanced around and found the surroundings had turned pitch black, as if he were inside some kind of barrier.
A cherry-colored blade of light appeared in the darkness, followed by a second, then a third, and so on, like stars in the night sky, adorning the darkness.
"I'm tired of this cat-and-mouse game; it's time to end this battle."
Munemasa emerged from behind Senbonzakura. He liked to do things on a whim, and when he wanted to torment someone slowly, he would do so.
If you don't want to, you can cleanly and efficiently eliminate your opponent.
He has now lost patience; he will deal with the weakest Kūkaku Shiba, first, and then take down Shiraishi.
"It would be quite amusing to bring your head to that guy."
Unable to retaliate with force, Kūkaku Shiba could only say, "Even if I die, you will never reach the Soul King Palace."
"Heh, that was before. Now, with your ancestor's Zanpakuto, I'm more than capable of ascending to the Soul King Palace."
Munemasa's face was full of mockery. He stretched out his hand, and a cherry-colored light blade fell from the air into his palm. "You can die now."