N-A-A Chapter 19 Second Battle
Chapter 19 Second Battle
Li Lin's will is closely connected with the core of the will of this newly born "Tsugikuni Yoriichi," and they are inseparable.
On the surface, Lord Mimihagi still exists in the shrine, but that is merely a facade.
The divine power of the Soul King's right arm had been completely transferred to Yoriichi Tsugikuni, who was like an extension of himself.
Although he left, he can still see everything here and control the movement of "his" right arm.
After the replacement, in a guest room at the shrine.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni slowly opened his eyes.
In the depths of those pupils, an indescribable, profound luster, as if containing the constant glow of the sun, flickered for a moment before disappearing, returning to its usual calm.
Du, du.
A soft knocking sounded in the silence.
"Please come in."
When Yoriichi opened his mouth, his voice was steady, just like always.
The door hinges creaked softly as they were gently pushed open.
Unohana Yachiru's figure came into view. She seemed to have just returned from somewhere. The hem of her black shihachi uniform and the wet patches on her shoulders were stained with night dew, shimmering faintly under the dim light.
A few strands of jet-black hair clung to her fair neck, adding a rare, nocturnal coolness to her usually ruthless and decisive demeanor.
"The Muzan you're looking for is really good at hiding."
After Unohana came in, she said that she saw Yoriichi Tsugikuni sitting on the futon and did not notice anything different from before.
"How's it going? Any leads?" Yoriichi Tsugikuni asked softly.
They've been in the Rebellious Bone District for a while now, during which time Unohana and Rebellious Bone Saizo have been using their connections to investigate information about Muzan.
"There's a little bit."
Unohana said, "Last night, Yamamoto Genryusai was attacked right there in the Seireitei."
"Do you know who Yamamoto Genryusai is?"
"...I've heard about it," Tsugikuni Yoriichi said. "Is this related to Muzan?"
"There might be some connection, because just recently news came from the Soul Society that a Shinigami has gone missing."
"More than a hundred Shinigami have disappeared suddenly, leaving no trace of their lives or bodies, and their spiritual pressure has been completely erased."
"Missing?" Tsugikuni's eyes narrowed. "If he doesn't reappear soon, then it's very likely Muzan!"
"That's my guess too." Unohana nodded:
"The Soul Society members, including Yamamoto himself, are initially suspected to be the work of some unknown, cunning Hollows. If you hadn't mentioned Muzan's existence and characteristics, I probably would have thought the same thing."
She continued, "Furthermore, the mysterious person who attacked Yamamoto last night, according to eyewitnesses, wore a mask similar to a Hollow but used a Zanpakuto, and his abilities were bizarre."
"Their idea was that they were parasitic Hollows, living on Shinigami, which is why they had both masks and Zanpakuto. However, Genryusai ultimately used Ryujin Jakka to completely incinerate them."
"This led to a complete lack of follow-up clues, leaving them with nothing but speculation."
"However, I do think that if it were Muzan, he probably wouldn't have been killed so easily, right?"
"That's right!"
Yoriichi immediately stood up, his hand on the hilt of his sword. Whenever Muzan was mentioned, his calm aura would turn sharp.
"He won't die so easily. We're going to the Soul Society now!"
Seeing Yoriichi Tsugikuni's aura suddenly become sharp, Unohana couldn't help but smile slightly: "Speaking of Muzan, you feel a surge of killing intent."
"That's more like a swordsman."
Upon hearing this, Yoriichi turned his gaze to her, his deep eyes appearing exceptionally clear in the gradually brightening morning light.
He suddenly said, "You look more like a living, breathing, beautiful woman when you smile like this. It's such a waste of such a beautiful face to always have a stern face, looking intimidating and unapproachable."
"...?" Unohana's faint smile froze instantly.
I suspect there's something wrong with my ears.
This guy...
What are they talking about?
Because no one had ever spoken to her like that in hundreds of years, Unohana didn't immediately grasp the meaning behind Yoriichi's words.
After realizing that he seemed to have been... well, probably teased, Yoriichi Tsugikuni had already left the room.
"You bastard...!"
Unohana clenched her fists, a surge of anger, not from murderous intent, suddenly rising in her heart.
"I'm going to kill you!"
She let out a low growl, and her figure swept out of the room like a black whirlwind!
"What an energetic young man." Nigu Cai Cang stood outside, his thin, hunched figure resembling an old tree root in the dim light of dawn.
He looked at the two people who rushed out one after the other, especially Unohana who chased after him aggressively. His withered skin twitched, revealing a half-smile.
He turned to Yoriichi, his voice hoarse: "I'm sorry, I couldn't be of any help this time."
"We are already extremely grateful that you have taken us in to stay here." Yoriichi stopped and bowed slightly to the old man, showing perfect manners.
"Aren't you going to come with us?"
"No, I'm too old to walk around." Nikotsu Saizo glanced around again and said, "Although I'll have to leave sooner or later, it's not now."
"If you have any problems, you can come back here to find me anytime. I couldn't help you this time, but if you need me next time, I will definitely do my best."
Before the words were finished—
Clang!
A piercing clang of metal suddenly erupted! Sparks flew in the dim morning light!
Unohana's strangely curved Zanpakuto, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, slashed fiercely towards Yoriichi's nape!
However, Yoriichi did not turn his head and steadily blocked the attack with his long sword!
As their blades clashed, Unohana's long, black hair fluttered wildly due to the surging spiritual pressure, and her beautiful face, which was usually covered in frost, now seemed to be burning with a demonic fighting spirit!
The annoyance from being teased earlier seemed to instantly transform into a purer and more intense fighting spirit!
"After we played together last time, I've been thinking about playing with you again."
Unohana said in a deep voice, "This time, let's go all out!"
The two knives remained locked in a stalemate, with an invisible force spreading out from the two of them, stirring up the dust and withered leaves on the ground.
"Wait a minute, if you want to fight, you can wait until later. We need to go to the Soul Society first!"
However, Unohana's response was—
She suddenly increased the force in her wrist, deflecting Yoriichi's blade by an inch. Then, she lightly leaped back a few steps and landed steadily.
She held the curved longsword upright in front of her, and slowly stroked the blade with her other hand.
As she gently stroked the blade, the long sword immediately appeared as if it were stained with blood, and the surrounding area seemed to churn with blood, transforming it into a blood-soaked hell!
"The swastika is all gone!"
At that moment, she even used Bankai!