Bleach-Stir Up

Giroku Kin looked at Zanpakutō in Kotōmi's hands, his eyes were red. It turned out that this damn Chōzuka Kotōmi said it was true, and the Asauchi in his hands was not the best Asauchi at all.

I really want it, no, in Giroku's view, this knife belongs to him. It was only obtained by Kotōmi using despicable means. Now he has to make up for his mistakes and give his own things Snatch it.

"What does that idiot want to do?"

"He doesn't want to take a Zanpakutō, right?" Another youngster shook the head, said with a smile: "The civilian is the civilian , Can’t help the mud on the wall."

"Not all. Isn’t Kotōmi an exception?"

At this time, Kotōmi’s impression of the new life has been quietly changed. This kind of monster, which can be transformed into Zanpakutō just after starting with Asauchi, is enough to let them aristocrats let go of their prejudices.

The leader Sensei in the stands was already laughing so hard that he knew that Chōzuka Kotōmi was a genius, and he deserves to be the final disciple that Captain-Commander was looking for!

What does that kid want to do? Sensei noticed Giroku Kin's actions at this time. He wouldn't want to take Zanpakutō from Kotōmi, would he?

"What an idiot!" Sensei yelled in his heart. He raised his heel slightly to stop him. He also wanted to see that this genius could not have a greater breakthrough, such as Shikai.

Of course, as soon as Zanpakutō was transformed, it was possible to communicate with the sword spirits and perform Shikai. This kind of thing is shocking to the world. Difficult or difficult, but what if it will be done? He does not allow any artificial factors to affect Kotōmi at this time.

At this time, there was a renewed change in the field, and Sensei's raised foot was put back again, and it seemed that there was no need to make a move by himself.

There is more than Sensei who pays attention to Kotōmi. Urahara Kisuke and Shihōin Yoruichi, who are buddies, also hope that Kotōmi can go further.

There are two more steps for Giroku Kin to touch the Zanpakutō he wants, but with these two steps, he can't get out.

At this moment, Yoruichi Masahiro sword is standing between the two, looking at her appearance, as long as Giroku Kin goes further, she will slash with the sword without the slightest hesitation. Giroku Kin doesn’t doubt it at all. .

But this is not the main reason. A sword is already in front of Giroku Kin, and the blade is less than an inch from his neck. Let alone further, it will separate the body with every move. End.

The owner of the sword is Urahara Kisuke. The smile on his face on weekdays has already disappeared at this moment, his squinted eyes have been opened, and the whole person exudes a dangerous breath.

"Go back,,," Urahara's sword moved forward a little further, and placed it directly on Giroku's throat. Without a trace of emotion in his eyes, he said indifferently: "Otherwise,,, kill you!"

"Retreat, I retreat,,," The coldness of the neck finally made Giroku regain his senses, and Urahara did that. The eyes that looked like a dead person made him feel terrified even more. Shaking hands stretched over his head, step by step back as if surrendered.

When Giroku had retreated by nearly fifty meters, Urahara took the sword and came to Yoruichi's side, and a smile appeared on his face again.

"What kind of possibility do you think?"

Yoruichi knows what Urahara asked. Although the three of them had never seen each other’s Zanpakutō before, they all knew each other Own Zanpakutō and have realized Shikai.

And now Kotōmi is really holding a Zanpakutō, or Kotōmi is lying to them, but this is not necessary, so it is unlikely.

Either Kotōmi has two different Zanpakutō, logically this is the most likely situation.

But it is also the most impossible thing. No one can own two different Zanpakutō at the same time, absolutely impossible!

Yoruichi can’t figure it out, shook the head whispered: "Guess No, when the time comes, let him say it by himself, and kill him if he doesn’t say it!"

At this time, Kotōmi naturally didn’t know how much trouble he was causing. He is very good now. The experience fascinated him even if it was one more time.

He is now in a big room, of course not the body, but his consciousness. The candles in the room flickered, and the all around Prajna masks sometimes smiled slyly, sometimes hideously, as if they were alive under the candlelight.

Asauchi's transformation into Zanpakutō is a sign of Shinigami. Zanpakutō has its own name, a unique name.

Communicate with your own Zanpakutō, and finally learn its name. This process is called Shikai, which also means that you are out of the category of low-level Shinigami.

This process may be longer or shorter, and varies from person to person. Some people know the name just by divine light flashed, and some people are told the name by hearing the sound of the knife. No one knows exactly which step to get the name to complete Shikai.

But if you can see your own Zanpakutō entity, then you can definitely complete Shikai. Kotōmi is like this at this time, and the entity of Zanpakutō himself is in this room.

And if nothing else, it is the dark armor in the innermost, a strange armor that seems to be worn by a transparent person.

"Are you me?" Kotōmi asked, looking at the Prajna mask hanging in midair.

"You should know, being able to come here proves that I am you." A hoarse voice came from the mask, and it sounded like a breathless feeling.

"It's refreshing this time,," Kotōmi shrugged and muttered to himself, extend the hand continued: "It's all this way, I don't think you won't appetite? "

"Name?" With a hoarse sound, an arm armor gripped Kotōmi's hand tightly, "Don't forget, my name is..."

In the sword room , Kotōmi opened his eyes quickly.

"Isn't it a dream?" Kotōmi muttered softly, looked at the short blade on his left hand, and shouted: "Grab him,,,"

"Yōniki!"

The short blade that was originally firmly grasped by Kotōmi on his left hand disappeared. Everyone in the field rubbed their eyes, and they didn’t even blink, but the short blade was still there for a second. of.

Moving his gaze toward Kotōmi's body, he saw that his left hand had a black glove, and his fingertips were slightly bent inward into a hook shape. The back of his hand was thick with Prajna relief.

The forearm is also covered by pitch black smooth armor. It is dull and not like metal but like Insect armor. It looks simple and unpretentious, but it gives people a sense of killing and insidiousness.

"Shikai, this must be Shikai!" Sensei on the stone platform had come over long ago, his face flushed, and he kept mumbling while looking at the arm armor of Kotōmi's left hand.

"Good, genius, true genius! It is worthy of the dísciple that Master Captain-Commander valued!" Sensei kept patting Kotōmi's shoulder, and the words of praise were endless.

When the freshmen onlookers heard this, they also made a loud noise.

"This is a monster!"

"That knife is called Yōniki, isn't it? It looks very handsome!" A girl said with her face in her arms.

Of course not all agree, there are also different voices.

"It's fast, but it's a bit ordinary."

"It looks like it is a direct attack system, it is probably very weak."

"Me too I feel that the momentum is too small."

This also includes Giroku Kin. Seeing Kotōmi’s Zanpakutō is so ordinary, he feels much more refreshed.

Praise and suspicion fly together, but it is undeniable that Kotōmi is the most beautiful boy among the new students at this moment, and it will be the point that will be paid attention to by all parties for a long time in the future.

He only said during the Reiryoku level test that it was his last stage and didn't expect to slap in the face so soon.

Looking at the doubts on Yoruichi and Urahara's faces, Kotōmi couldn't help but feel distressed.

It's cool to be in the limelight, but the limelight is a bit too big. For him and Old Man Yamamoto, this is seriously beyond the plan, enough for them to have a headache for a long time.