Death god, my Zanpakuto is a bit trendy

Chapter 286

The chaos in the Soul Society tonight involves too many things. Although Kiryu Hikifune is not doing the work of the Second Division, she can make Haruto owe her a few more favors: judging from Haruto's progress, these favors will play a big role sooner or later.

"You can't do anything to him even if I tell you."

"A great noble?"

Kiryu Hikifune's reaction is not slow.

"Captain Hikifune, please take your time to guess this."

"Buzz!"

The circular space door opens behind Yushi Osu.

"Providing so much information is just for escape?"

"No, it's for the long-lasting flow of green water."

"To be honest, as a Sundering expert, you are a little slow to open the door."

"After all, we have to guard against Captain Hikifune's manipulation, but you don't seem to have such an intention?"

"Captain Hikifune's job is not the 12th Division's job. Your information is enough for me to do favors."

Yushi Osu in front of him is undoubtedly an enemy of Soul Society.

But for Kiryu Hikifune, who has nothing to do with the nobles, she can actually understand Yushi Osu's thoughts and mentality better.

"As for who is responsible for this..."

"You'd better pray that you don't run into Haruto."

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Volume 1: 170, Ice Dance

The ice flower blooms in the center of the Soul Society.

The Golden Seal Nobles Meeting.

The tower that symbolizes the highest power in Soul Society has been frozen into countless pieces, and then became the stem that supports the blooming ice flower; all the auxiliary spaces, including the living room and the confinement area, have all become vines that set off its leaves.

Up along the stem.

Byakuya's instant step, one footstep at a time, rushed towards the sky without stopping.

"Shua!"

Grab the edge of the petal with force.

"Dong."

The solid ice flower did not tremble at all, and even the ice chips did not fall off; the late autumn wind whistled and swept past, and opposite Byakuya's slightly thin body, two figures in black and white were standing there quietly.

Wearing a Shinigami costume and a red wind flower veil—that was the dowry of the Kuchiki family that Kuchiki Ginrei personally gave to his son-in-law at his wedding with Kuchiki Hinone—the red color that was dyed with the blood of his teammates was tied to one side by two star-pulling clamps.

Kuchiki Hibiki.

He just sat motionless on the bench made of ice crystals.

The man next to him, wearing a white kimono, with long nails and his entire eye sockets dyed purple and black, was Kuchiki Hibiki's Zanpakutō "Muramasa": a Bankai that was displayed in a physical form and had half the spiritual pressure strength of its owner.

"Byakuya and..."

Seeing the figure who still looked immature in his eyes and had helped his wife with special training many times, Hibiki's lips moved subconsciously a few times.

"......"

Seeing that Hibiki no longer had the ambition he once had, Byakuya grabbed the plain waistcoat and swung it. In the violent vibration of the space -

"Shua!"

"Haruto?"

Haruto, who was still entangled with the spirits just now, appeared beside Byakuya in an instant.

"You..."

Kuchiki Hibiki's eyes finally became a little more lively.

"Are you here to take me to see Ginrei?"

"Hibiki!"

As soon as Byakuya opened his mouth, Haruto, who took a step forward, stopped him from saying the second half of the sentence.

"......"

"We are not taking you to see Miss Hione."

Haruto replied.

Kuchiki's state was very wrong.

- What he said just now was out of fear rather than hope: the person he was meeting was definitely not Kuchiki Ginrei.

"Why?"

"You Bankai Muramasa indiscriminately in Seireitei."

Haruto blocked half of the cold wind blowing towards Byakuya.

Muramasa's Bankai is actually controllable in a small range, which is why he was not banned from using Bankai in the Soul Society by the Central 46 Chambers.

Of course, another difference between him and Kenpachi Kuriyashiki is that he is a member of the Kuchiki family while the former is just a commoner.

"Whether he knows it or not..."

Haruto stood here, speaking as a member of the Secret Mobile Team, not as a close friend of the Kuchiki family or a member of the Gotei 13.

This is another reason why Kuchiki Ginrei asked him for help.

"Someone has used your Bankai."

"In just a few hours, more than three thousand Shinigami and nobles have lost their spiritual pressure from the Soul Society."

The Gotei 13 only has six thousand people in total.

Even if this number includes the losses of the nobles, at least one-third of the Gotei 13 members have been killed; as for whether the survivors have become elites, that is not something that needs to be considered now.

"..."

Kuchiki Hibiki was silent.

He knew the meaning of this number very well, even though he was just... "venting" his anger and dissatisfaction by listening to the words of Muramasa and the man.

"You..."

Kuchiki Hibiki's eyes changed slightly when he looked at the two of them.

"Are you here to kill me?"

"Hibiki..."

After hearing Hibiki's words, Byakuya could only sigh and slowly recite this familiar name.

"No!"

Haruto shook his head very hard.

"We are here to fulfill our promise."

Hibiki must die no matter what, even if no one except the Kuchiki family dared to speak first, this was the consensus of the entire Soul Society at the moment.

But.

Killing Kuchiki Hibiki would not end this tragedy.

Muramasa is a Zanpakutō that can move independently without its master. If Hibiki is killed before it is broken, it is equivalent to removing the last shackles on Muramasa: no one can imagine how much trouble an unrestrained Muramasa will bring to Soul Society... Especially he may fall into the hands of the enemies of Soul Society.

So no matter what, Haruto must let Muramasa break here.

"Promise?"

Kuchiki Hibiki's eyes have a little more spirit.

"Yes."

"When you went to Hueco Mundo, didn't you leave a note in the secret of Hyoga Seiran: I will test my ghost way results after returning to Soul Society."

"I think..."

Haruto stamped his feet.

The ice sand dancing with the autumn wind reflected psychedelic colors under the moonlight.

"This stage is pretty good."

No matter how much darkness of Soul Society Tsunayashiro Tokinada told Kuchiki Hibiki next to the confinement room; no matter what pessimistic and depressed emotions the sympathetic whispering Muramasa instilled in his master.

As long as there is still impulse in Xianghe's heart, as long as it is not hatred, there is still a chance.

"......"

"That's fine."

Kuchiki Xianghe stood up.

"Kido?"

Kuchiki raised his hands.

He stared at the increasingly rough palms again and again - he could not only sense the temperature of his lover's palms, but also completely freeze the breath of life.

"Bai Ya!"

"Xianghe."

Bai Ya's expression became more and more complicated.

"Your Bankai... completed quite quickly."

"Xianghe..."

Third-level spiritual power.

In addition to his father and grandfather, the person that Bai Ya wanted to share this joy with the most should be Kuchiki Xianghe in front of him.

The target he kept chasing now even looks lonely and desolate.

"Brother Sojun must be very happy."

"......"

"Yes."

Haruto nodded on behalf of Bai Ya.

"Byakuya has already learned Bankai, and this speed has surpassed the record set by Mr. Hibiki that year; he had to come with me this time just to see how far his Bankai is from yours."

"......"

The silence during the conversation was not thinking, but simply a half-beat slowness.

"Muramasa."

"Master."

The man with dull eyes and extremely tired bowed hard to Kuchiki Hibiki.

"You go and practice with Byakuya."

"As you wish."

Muramasa would not refuse Hibiki's request, even if he felt a little uneasy about Haruto's appearance.

"Byakuya!"

"!!"

Haruto shouted loudly to wake up the depressed Byakuya.

"The scenery here is so beautiful, isn't it the best for me and Hibiki..."