Chapter 95 Treasure Boy

Akira Kisaragi stared at Senjumaru in front of her with wide eyes, as if she could see some flowers on her slightly pale face.

"Didn't you hear clearly?"

Senjumaru didn't mind at all and said calmly, "Then let me repeat it again. Take off all your clothes and be naked."

Ruyue Ming slowly typed a question mark.

He suspected that the woman in front of him was lusting after his body, and he had proof.

Although I have read little, I have learned a lot.

Ruyue Ming has never heard of anyone taking off all their clothes when making decisions.

"Making a Death Tyrant costume is a very delicate job."

The golden skeletal arm was gently twisting in front of Senjumaru, and a slender needle exuded a sharp aura. Just looking directly at it gave people a tingling feeling.

"If there is a slight mistake, the consequences will be very serious."

When he said this, Senjumaru was serious and didn't mean to blush at all.

Hearing this, Ru Yueming was a little confused.

What he didn't understand was that with so many Shinigami and Deathly Dominant costumes in the Seireitei, do they have to take off their clothes one by one?

Seeing so many people, isn't Senjumaru afraid of needle eyes?

And just as he was thinking, in an undetectable corner, two shadows were crawling on the ground, approaching quietly.

Like a dark poisonous snake.

Just when the shadow was about to touch Ruyue Ming, his expression suddenly became serious, and his danger instinct issued an early warning.

Without any warning, shadows shot out from the ground and headed straight for the figure in the center of the room.

At the critical moment, Ru Yueming's body bent at an angle that violated her physiological limits, and she evaded the attack.

At the same time, he also saw clearly what was coming.

Two pieces of cloth, red and green, dotted with dots of patterns, really beautiful.

Seeing this, a trace of surprise flashed through Senjumaru's eyes. She seemed not to have expected the scene before her, but soon, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, as if she had discovered something interesting, and all the substantial spiritual pressure was injected into the nearby body. On satin.

next moment

Time seemed to be silent for a moment.

The cloth in the entire room turned into an unspeakable huge torrent, flooding the room in an instant.

The unexpected attack method made him feel unprecedented pressure.

A more terrifying existence than Shiraki Shinichi!

Without any hesitation, he drew his sword in an instant, the ghost path lines were activated, the spiritual pressure surged out, and the firepower was fully unleashed.

Death Sword Style·Pull the Clouds!

The light of the swords intertwined, reflecting the mottled patterns in front of them. The sharp light of the blades tore apart the cloth one after another, and countless debris fell one after another, like a heavy rain.

Countless cloths were woven into a huge curtain, as if there was no limit, constantly consuming Ruyue Ming's spiritual pressure.

The gap is too big.

Even if he uses all his firepower, he still has no chance of winning.

As expected, there is no good person who can become the Zero Squadron.

Senjumaru stood in the middle of the sea of ​​cloth, like a god who controlled this area, with an inexplicable smile on his lips, and his black eyes fixed on the stubborn boy, admiring the drama.

Purple flames mixed with white lightning burst out from the turbulence, shredding the hanging cloth wantonly.

Ru Yueming's performance can be described as devastating.

No matter how tough the cloth is, it can't withstand the cold light of the blade. It will fall apart as it sweeps past.

But there are too many of them.

Cut one off, and drill out ten more from the vacant position.

There were even slender sewing needles wandering around, constantly mending the incomplete fabric.

The sewing needle seemed to have some magical power. Even the cloth that had been completely twisted into pieces could be repaired and perfected in an instant.

There isn't even any trace of sewing.

What's even more exaggerated is that the speed of repairing it is faster than the speed of destroying Ruyue Ming.

Full firepower cannot be maintained for too long.

Although the strength shown by Kisaragi Ming is very exaggerated, strictly speaking, he is only a middle-ranking official now.

It is outrageous to be able to persist for such a long time under Senjumaru, who is about to be promoted to the Zero Division.

After an unknown amount of time, Ruyue Ming's spiritual pressure was exhausted and her physical strength was on the verge of reaching its limit. She even lost the strength to swing a sword.

He could only watch helplessly as the ocean of cloth and silk, which did not diminish in quantity at all, completely submerged him.

An undeniable defeat.

Soon, the boy, who was wrapped in countless bandages of colorful silk and satin, was hung up.

"Woman, I'm warning you not to mess around."

Akira Kisaragi, who was reduced to a prisoner, maintained his momentum, "I am the captain's close disciple, heir to Genryu, future captain of Division 11, Kenpachi the Nineth Generation..."

Before he finished speaking, all his clothes were taken off.

The perfect lines are extremely smooth, and the full muscles are full of strength.

Because he often practices under waterfalls with heavy weights, Ruyue Ming's muscles are very well-proportioned, like a masterpiece carefully carved by an artist.

Senjumaru's eyes lit up slightly, and there was an inexplicable smile on his lips.

The golden skeletal arm stretched out and slid gently on the skin, all the way down along the clear and distinct lines.

Ruyue Ming sighed heavily, and he was sure that this woman was greedy for his body.

"You're doing well, young man."

Senjumaru praised, his extra golden arms extended on both sides of his body, and he took a tape measure and began to measure the body data of Ruyue Ming.

"No wonder the captain accepted you as his disciple."

Soon, the judgment was over and Ruyue Ming was let go.

Just as he was getting dressed, the side door in the corner of the room was pulled open by cloth, revealing a dim warehouse filled with Death Tyrant costumes of various sizes.

Just when he was confused, Senjumaru's lazy voice came:

"No, go pick one."

Ruyue Ming: "?"

Isn’t it said that sewing a death suit is a very delicate job?

With the idea of ​​​​killing this woman Senjumaru, he picked out a death tyrant outfit that suited him from the warehouse and put it on on the spot.

Anyway, it has already been seen, so there is no harm in taking another look.

However, during the process of changing clothes, Senjumaru ran away to nowhere. Only silk and satin were floating in the empty room, giving people an inexplicable sense of horror.

Seeing no one around, Ru Yueming extinguished her budding curiosity and quickly left the room.

He has remembered this revenge and will definitely avenge it in the future!

Between the cloth and satin, a pair of black eyes silently watched the young man's leaving back, and an unobservable voice sounded in the empty space:

"Abnormal spirit body..."

"It looks like I've seen it somewhere. I need to look up more information."

"Well, Ultimate Clothes also has a clue. He is really a young man full of treasures."

"I like you very much..."

…………

First team, tea room.

Yamamoto looked at the respectful young man in front of him, his brows furrowed, his old face full of thinking.

Very strange.

He has lived for thousands of years and has never heard of anything like this.

The Shinigami cannot complete the Sword Zen.

Ruyue Ming had asked him similar questions before. At first, he thought it was just Ru Yue Ming who lacked self-awareness and could not fully understand the nature of the soul.

Therefore, in his later studies, he not only taught Bai Da, but also taught Sword Zen.

He gathered the strengths of hundreds of schools, took their essence and discarded the dregs, and developed Genryu Tozen.

The characteristic of Genryu Tozen is that it can empty the body and mind as quickly as possible, and then enter a state of meditation, liberate oneself, and abandon all distracting thoughts.

Let the personal consciousness enter the Zanpakuto space in the best state, gain recognition, learn the true name, and finally, after time, understand the original meaning.

But a new problem emerged.

According to his observations, Akira Kisaragi has indeed mastered the Genryu Sword Zen and can smoothly enter a state of meditation and relaxation.

But he just couldn't enter the Zanpakutō space.

In his words, it was possible to get in, but it just needed a little outside help.

"I'll demonstrate it first."

After Yamamoto pondered, he ordered, "I'll try my best to help you find the problem."

Kisaragi Akira nodded and began to clear the tea table.

Upon seeing this, Yamamoto suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart before he could speak.

That's when I saw Ruyue Ming take out a three-piece sacrificial set from his pocket.

Incense candles, royal coins, rattles.

Only then did Yamamoto remember what Akira Kisaragi had told him before.

Through sacrifice communication, let Mimihaji help analyze the sword Zen.

Just when Yamamoto was remembering.

The incense candles burned slowly, the rattle swayed gently, and the royal coins stood upright.

Under Yamamoto's gaze, Kisaragi's spirit quickly emptied, and distracting thoughts were instantly abandoned. When his eyes were in a trance, his consciousness had already descended into the Zanpakutō space.

Soon, consciousness returned, and Ru Yueming's eyes became clear again.

Looking at the old man staring at him in front of him, he spread his hands and said helplessly:

"This is the specific process."

"You can enter the Zanpakutō space, but you can't see where the Zanpakutō is."

Yamamoto's two white eyebrows were locked together, almost forming a line. With his experience and knowledge, he had never heard of similar deeds.

Weird, so weird!

After pondering for a moment, he asked: "Have you asked Mimi Haki?"

Kisaragi Akira nodded. Of course, he had asked Mimi Haki earlier about this kind of problem that Soyousuke couldn't solve.

"He said you have to rely on yourself."

Yamamoto nodded and did not deny this statement:

"I understand."

"There is indeed nothing wrong with this statement, but the world is full of wonders, and there may be exceptions to everything."

"There are two ways to solve your situation."

Ru Yueming's eyes lit up and she served tea respectfully: "Teacher, please speak."

"One is to continue this method of sacrificing sword Zen. As time goes by, maybe one day in the future you will learn the true name and master the beginning."

"What about the second one?"

Yamamoto glared at him angrily and continued:

"Do you know Kuchiki Xianghe?"

Hearing this, Ru Yueming frowned.

Not to mention the previous life, even in Soul Society, he had heard this name more than once.

Hibiki Kuchiki, the son-in-law of the Kuchiki family, is a powerful being known as the Death Killer.

He killed a large number of rebels in the war and laid the foundation for the victory of the war several times. Therefore, he became famous and spread among the Seireitei.

When I was in the same ward as Kuchiki Sojun, I heard the name Kuchiki Kyouga frequently.

For Kuchiki Sojun, Kuchiki Xianghe is the goal he strives for.

If he could become a person like Hibiki Kuchiki, the Kuchiki family could also move towards new glory under his leadership.

"His Zanpakuto is named Muramasa."

Yamamoto said solemnly, "It can awaken the consciousness of other people's Zanpakutō and amplify their emotions."

"If you are willing, I can summon Kuchiki Xianghe to help you awaken the consciousness of the Zanpakutō."

Hearing this, Ru Yueming shook her head without thinking.

"I'd better work hard on my own."

"This kind of strength gained from the help of others always makes me feel uneasy."

That's what it says.

But actually it's another thing.

No one understands the power of Zanpakutō Muramasa better than him.

Not only does it awaken the consciousness of other people's Zanpakutō, Muramasa also adds mental attacks, memory reading, and brainwashing of Zanpakutō.

The main theme is a civil war fantasy god.

It can be called a Noble Phantasm against Death.

Moreover, there are too many taboos in his memory, and he will easily go crazy if he reads too much.

For Kuchiki Xianghe's sake, let's forget it.

Yamamoto nodded, rarely refuting this statement.

"In that case, then you should continue to practice the sacrificial sword Zen."

"Communicating with a Zanpakutō is a waste of time. If you rush for success, it will only be counterproductive."

Obviously, he also knew about Muramasa's side effects.

Unless absolutely necessary, Yamamoto would not want to take such a shortcut.

"But there's no need to worry too much."

Yamamoto suddenly said, "Even without a Zanpakutō, you can still become a truly strong man."

"Like the great ghost master Ghisei Tessai, he can deal with other Shinigami captains with just his ghost path, and even suppress and defeat them."

Ru Yueming raised his eyes and looked at the old man in front of him seriously:

"Then who is stronger, him or you?"

Yamamoto hesitated for a moment and then said hesitantly: "It should be me. After all, I am already old. If you live longer, you must learn more experience."

Kisaragi Ming sighed.

Sure enough, the ghost path is impossible.

Even if you cast Ghost Path No. 99 instantly, you still can't beat Old Man Shan.

"Why are you suddenly so eager to become stronger?" Yamamoto asked puzzled.

Ruyue Ming explained: "Because I have an enemy outside, but the difference in strength between him and him is too big, so I can't beat him at all."

Hearing this, Yamamoto became more curious.

He is quite aware of the strength of this evil disciple. Even if he cannot free the Zanpakutō, the ordinary vice-captain will not be his opponent.

If Ming Ruyue could be made to say that the strength gap between him and the opponent was too great, one could only imagine how strong that enemy would be.

"I understand."

Yamamoto didn't ask too much, "In that case, I will help you again."

"I remember that when you fought Shiraki Shinichi before, you used hand caressing and bombardment."

Kisaragi Ming nodded.

Although these two moves are a bit complicated, after being beaten a few times, I can barely master them.

"These two moves are the basic moves of Yuanliu."

Yamamoto stood up and took off the captain Haori on the clothes rack, and his exaggerated muscles were looming under the death bully uniform:

"In addition, there are also advanced moves, which are called..."

"One bone!"