Yamabuki looked at his Zanpakutō in confusion. Why did this little girl refuse to tell me her name? Was there some hidden secret?
"Chōjirō, how do you communicate with your Zanpakutō? Ahem, let me help you check if your way of communicating with your Zanpakutō is correct." Yamabuki explained again, but Chōjirō did not doubt his elder brother at all and said happily, "I tried to communicate with my Zanpakutō last night, and then Gonryōmaru told me his name! It's that simple? Is this method wrong? Brother Yamabuki, didn't you communicate in this way?"
"Hehe, of course, there is nothing wrong with your method. Well, you have good talent; go down and have a rest first!" said Yamabuki.
Could it be that I didn't have a good relationship with this little girl? So she got upset with me? Why don't I try it when I go back today? What if it works?
Or is it that the way I asked for the other person's name was wrong? My Zanpakutō was a tsundere, white-haired one; maybe it had high attack but low defense, so how about I do something romantic tonight?
After returning to his room, Yamabuki sat cross-legged, placed the knife on his knees, and meditated quietly.
This is also a kind of practice, to reach the state of unity between man and sword.
"Are you there? White-haired? Tsundere? Lululu? Twin ponytails? White silk? If you're there, just give me a shout!" Yamabuki kept asking in his heart.
The power of Zanpakutō is actually the power of the god of death itself, and the Zanpakutō Spirit is originally a part of the god of death's body. What Yamabuki doesn't understand is why his Zanpakutō Spirit resists him so much.
"Hmph!" An arrogant voice appeared in Yamabuki's heart. You are really honest.
"It's easy if you're here. How about we talk face to face?" Yamabuki asked tentatively.
"There's nothing to talk about between us. You must want to know my name again, you filthy rascal!" The arrogant voice of the Zanpakutō Spirit sounded in Yamabuki's heart.
"As a man! Isn't it normal to act like a hooligan?" Yamabuki said with a smile. As long as the other party talked to him, he could use his eloquent tongue to get the name out of the little girl's mouth.
The next second, Yamabuki was pulled into his own mental world. The space between heaven and earth was transparent, connected to the infinitely distant other side. There was only a huge Rubik's Cube above his head that was rotating irregularly. The Zanpakutō Spirit was sitting on the Rubik's Cube, looking at Yamabuki coldly.
"Didn't you call me out because you had something to tell me? You can tell me now!" She raised her thighs wrapped in white silk and looked at Yamabuki with arrogance.
Yamabuki asked solemnly, "Your skirt is so short; are you wearing panties underneath? Won't you be exposed sitting like this? And you're sitting so high..."
Before he could finish, his Zanpakutō Spirit kicked him in the face. With his deputy captain-level combat power, Yamabuki could clearly see that his Zanpakutō Spirit was indeed wearing panties, and they were white.
"You bastard, you called me out just to talk about this kind of thing?" His Zanpakutō Spirit rubbed Yamabuki's face fiercely with her white silk feet.
"Don't be angry! My body can't take it if you reward me in this way. Let's start from the basics. Tell me your name?" asked Yamabuki.
The Zanpakutō Spirit snorted coldly and suddenly drew the sword from its waist. The silver-white saber appeared again: "You want to know my name? Sure! Come and please me! If you can satisfy me, I can tell you my name."
Yamabuki saw that there was hope, so he quickly drew his sword and stared at the Zanpakutō Spirit.
"You'd better be careful! Life or death, it's just a matter of a moment!" A sarcastic smile appeared on the face of the Zanpakutō Spirit, then she swung the sword lightly and put it back into the sheath.
"Huh? What are you doing? Why don't you come over and fight?" Yamabuki asked curiously.
"Fight? What are you talking about in your sleep? You're already dead!" The Zanpakutō Spirit stretched out its white and tender fingers and pointed at Yamabuki's belly. Yamabuki looked down and found that his belly had been cut open by a knife at some point, and blood kept flowing out.
Yamabuki's pupils shrank to the extreme in an instant. When did this happen? Could it be that the moment he drew his sword just now caused this kind of damage to himself? I didn't feel it at all! Sure enough, my guess was right. The ability of my Zanpakutō is related to speed.
The severe pain made him cover his stomach, and he quickly used Chiyudo to heal. In the blink of an eye, the wound healed. This time, he did not give the Zanpakutō Spirit any chance. He directly stepped forward and stabbed at the Zanpakutō Spirit's chest. His swordsmanship utilized the speed of Shunpo to maximize the power, and he had just learned the two-handed sword not long ago, which doubled the power.
Just when his knife was about to touch the skin on the Zanpakutō Spirit's chest, the Zanpakutō Spirit in front of him suddenly disappeared and appeared where he had just stood.
Yamabuki's forehead slowly oozes cold sweat. Isn't this speed abnormal? He dared not say that he is a master of instant movement, but even Shihōin Chika, who is the fastest in Seireitei, cannot have such a silent speed.
"So slow! Yamabuki , are you okay?" his Zanpakutō Spirit stretched out her hand and gently patted Yamabuki's shoulder. Yamabuki hurriedly turned around and drew his sword but missed again.
"Bakudou 61. Rikujōkōrō (Six Rods Prison of Light). " Yamabuki instantly chanted a Kidō spell. He had learned a lot of practical Kidō before, but he didn't expect that the first time he would use it in actual combat would be on his own Zanpakutō. The six light blades instantly froze the Zanpakutō Spirit, but the Zanpakutō Spirit also activated the same Binding Technique.
" Bakudou 61. Rikujōkōrō (Six Rods Prison of Light)"
The six light blades also fixed Yamabuki's body.
"I forgot to tell you, everything you can do, I also know." The Zanpakutō Spirit chopped the light blade into pieces with the saber in his hand and looked at Yamabuki with a proud look on his face.
Yamabuki also took the opportunity to break free from the restraints of the six-rod light prison. Just kidding, he is the son of destiny:
"Hadou #88. Hiryugekizokushintenraiho (Flying Dragon-Striking Heaven-Shaking Thunder Cannon)!"
"Bakudou 81. Danku (Splitting Void)"
The golden-blue beam of light hit the invisible barrier, and spiritual pressure splashed everywhere.
"By the way, haven't you always wanted to see what I'm capable of? Okay, I'll use it once, just once. It all depends on you whether you can master it. If you can survive this blow, I'll tell you my name." The Zanpakutō Spirit put the sword back into the sheath and made a gesture of drawing the sword and slashing.
Yamabuki grinned and said, "You said so!"
Just one sword, just one sword. My current strength is very close to the captain level, so it should be no problem to block one sword.
My Zanpakutō can finally be released!
The Zanpakutō Spirit raised a charming smile: "Goodbye, my poor master!"
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