Bleach: The Captain of the Fifth Division Becomes Stronger Through Training.

Chapter 291: Death of the Six-Colored Floating Machine
Boom, boom...

Click, click...

Boom, click...

Simulating the sound of a certain instrument being used orally, Shutara Senjumaru faced one side and gradually disappeared.

And in front of Arima Shizuya, endless pieces of cloth were hanging from the sky and extending downwards.

Just like the tongue of a dying person, it exuded a disgusting aura that made people's breathing slow down.

He couldn't help but frown at this moment, because the development of things was not exactly the same as in the original book.

Arima Jing also discovered that he couldn't control his body...

This is not right! There was no such restraining effect when dealing with the Royal Guards, why did it happen to me?

"Is it because the number of people affected is only me?"

And that’s not all. It seems that this time’s Bankai… is more targeted than the original?
Thoughts rise and fall, time passes quietly.

Soon, the first round of attacks against Arima Shizuya was launched.

"Once the ties are removed, Yama will do his evil."

"Unbeatable force, blood rain greets the moon."

Snapped……

Along with a slight sound coming from the ear, a pitch-black cloth wrapped around him, trapping Arima Shizuya inside.

A familiar yet unfamiliar touch rolled over from all directions.

It was as if countless invisible air blades were constantly cutting, trying to pierce through and tear Arima Shizuya's body apart.

The person's expression became a little subtle.

"...?!"

It wasn't the attack itself that was surprising, but the feeling.

Arima Shizuka also recalled a familiar "old friend" almost instantly.

Kenpachi of Onigashiro!
The first truly powerful enemy he had encountered when he was young.

Although the opponent's Yama-dichtui is not worth mentioning nowadays, it is a Zanpakuto that even Arima Shizuka can remember.

There is no other reason.

The first life-and-death experience was enough.

But then again, why are we using this method to deal with him now?
There isn't much meaning.

Because Arima Jing could feel that the opponent's attack method itself had no characteristics.

Even if Gui Yancheng really appeared in front of him, with his current strength, the other party would not be able to hurt him at all.

Not even the skin could be cut.

What is this...

"A surprise? Arima Shizuya."

Shutara Senjumaru's chuckle rolled over from all around. The teasing tone was like a snake or scorpion sticking to its belly, extremely dangerous.

"I just said that."

"My Bankai will compile your destiny."

"Your past, present, and future are all a mess in my eyes."

It's so messy that it gives people a headache just looking at it.

"But, it doesn't matter."

"After all, what I like most is to weave these things into the shapes I like."

“So, let’s start from the beginning. Let’s settle your life bit by bit, just like creating a Shinigami suit from scratch…”

"I, Sudhakara, will spare no effort."

"Rewrite this legendary life that started with Kenpachi Kiyomizu bit by bit."

The word is settled.

Along with the subtle feeling of something being peeled off, Arima Shizuya's expression couldn't help but change noticeably.

wrong.

Something inside my body... seems to have disappeared?
Before Arima Jing could figure out the reason, his body was thrown high into the air, and when he landed, he was in a completely unfamiliar place.

There are six towering golden cloths here, which look flexible and delicate.

The figure of Shutara Senjumaru was reflected in it, maintaining a 360-eye-viewing posture, looking down at Arima Shizuya.

"The second tie is untied, selfishness is at work."

"Selfishness is despicable."

Arima Jing couldn't help but let out a low moan. He stretched out his hands, hugged his head, and fell to his knees with a thud.

"Gu..."

What is it this time?
The past when he practiced in the old man’s temple in the mountain emerged in his mind.

Memories from decades ago came flooding back to my mind. That was the moment when I finally broke through the shackles with the help of everyone and my own efforts.

However, the scene at this moment was completely distorted.

Arima Shizuka also saw the disappointed expressions of Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni and Sumire Chojiro.

He saw himself leaving the Yuanliu Dojo in a mess and stumbling back to his comfort zone.

Here it comes again—it's like something is flowing out of my chest, something indescribable is disappearing.

Arima Jing couldn't help but frown and shouted.

"What on earth did you... do?!"

Shutara Senjumaru, who reflected the six faces, chuckled.

"Hehe, I didn't do anything too extreme."

"I am only rewriting your past, changing some of your characteristics and abilities..."

“Just peel it off slowly.”

Simple question.

Where does human strength come from?

There may be many answers, but to sum up, it is nothing more than character, skills, and past experiences.

“The support and communication between people, the nutrients absorbed, and the results of self-discipline.”

"Countless hands are supporting you to keep moving forward, Arima Shizuya."

"You are so trustworthy, yet you do something so disdainful... Haha, even someone as cold and indifferent as me will still feel a little sorry for you."

It's like groping and strangling like peeling off silk threads from a cocoon.

Shutara Senjumaru's Bankai will gradually take away everything Arima Shizuya has owned so far, until it is annihilated into nothingness.

In the battle with Kiganjo, he failed to comprehend the power of his Zanpakutō.

During my training with Yamamoto, I failed to comprehend the true meaning of my school.

——The memory is slowly becoming blurred, until it becomes a blank.

The name of the Zanpakuto, the name... every detail in the dojo, the essence of understanding, and so on.

I can't remember clearly.

Arima Shizuka, who had already realized the problem, also showed a surprised expression.

What is this?
It’s different from the original...

"wait!"

The cold and proud woman gave a decisive reply.

"Once a tailor starts working, he never stops."

So, then.

Act III.

An abrupt and scary hole appeared on the ground. Arima Shizuka, who was sweating profusely, was unable to dodge and fell into it.

Just like falling into hell, under this strong feeling of weightlessness, Arima Shizuka also came to a dark area.

It's pitch dark here, and as deep as the abyss.

Shutara Senjumaru's figure flickered like a ghost as he passed by, his voice erratic.

"The three fetters are removed, and Bodhi suffers the calamity."

"Sitting like a skeleton, feeling neither happy nor sad." What is this time?
Arima Shizuka also clenched his teeth, watching the land in front of him turn into a whirlpool, slowly swallowing him up.

His own simulated Bankai and the experience of fighting against Rokuguruma Kensei also gradually became unclear at this moment.

In the battle with Rokuguruma Kensei, he was unable to assume its name and comprehend the meaning of Zanpakuto.

Arima Shizuka also fell from the hole that appeared in the middle, and finally fell into another unfamiliar space.

He looked around in confusion, and all he saw were cold and lonely silhouettes.

"The four ties are removed, and the dragon falls to the beach."

"Self-deception is like a blind man."

The scene of the fight with Soi-Fong came to mind.

What is blurred this time... is the content related to Bankai.

Arima Shizuka also gradually forgot how to use Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, and at this moment, all the content related to it was blurred.

Without the power of Bankai, the conflict between Arima Shizuya and Soi-Fong no longer exists.

The chill enveloped the surroundings, causing Arima Shizuka to shiver uncontrollably, and she raised her hands... and wrapped her body.

cold.

But it's not just cold in the literal sense.

This is something horrifying that is dug into, penetrated, and gradually expanded deep within one's heart.

Arima Shizuka also felt the hole deep inside his heart expanding. He subconsciously raised his right hand and touched his chest.

The skin and flesh are firm and the touch is distinct.

But the person involved can understand and feel it with incredible accuracy.

Everything deep inside of me was gradually falling apart... The individual named Arima Shizuya was also fading away continuously.

Like the ashes of a burnt object, only the tragic white remains.

Just as the other party said... If you want to separate the most core part right away, it is naturally impossible to do so.

But as a 'tailor', Senjumaru not only has patience, but also has the ability to sort things out.

Now it’s the fourth one.

Arima Shizuya has lost all his foundation, and what is about to happen now... will be a 'fate' that will become more and more severe.

"The five ties are untied, and it's all just a dream."

"It's heartbreaking, so sad and lamentable."

boom! ! !
Blazing flames emerged from all around, and the originally cold scene suddenly changed, turning into waves of heat rising into the sky, enveloping Arima Shizuka.

Shutara Senjumaru showed up, but the teasing tone was still audible.

"Since we have failed to destroy the Seireitei, we naturally have no chance to fight the Gotei 13."

"He fled to another place like a lost dog and became a self-proclaimed king of ridiculousness. Such behavior is really pathetic."

Arima Shizuka also opened his mouth slightly, his mind seemed to be in a mess, becoming a mess of paste.

His experience has been severely distorted, and the individual called self has lost the ability to think.

Shutara Senjumaru has figured out everything about this man, and has sorted it out and shaped him into her ideal 'appearance'.

"It's amazing that you can hold on until now. You have quite a lot of mental strength."

"If a young man like you becomes my companion, it will indeed make me feel at ease."

“But it’s a pity… There is only one outcome for those who betray the Soul King.”

Her figure suddenly appeared in the raging fire.

Shutara Senjumaru walked over calmly and stood quietly in front of Arima Shizuya.

"Then, the final chapter."

"The six knots are removed, and the sky fire spreads all over the prairie."

"When all the schemes are exhausted, the world is in tatters."

There was no room for any resistance left. Arima Shizuka could only watch helplessly as the memories were pulled out of her mind and violently twisted into a completely different shape.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's attack was vivid in his mind, and afterwards, Tiandi Annihilation cut off Arima Shizuya's body.

There is no more room for maneuver.

All the preparations made so far are effective at this moment, and there is no longer any characteristic, spirit, or strength.

Arima Shizuka was like a newborn baby, with no resistance at all...

Its heart and its spirit.

In an instant, it was evaporated without a trace.

With a plop...

Arima Shizuka also knelt on the ground.

She looked down at the other person, with a hint of emotion and subtle expression in her eyes.

"Come on, stand up."

"The final chapter has come. Your destiny has also been completely rewritten by me."

"From now on, you will leave behind everything in the past and become a brand new person."

By that time.

"I will give you a new name."

Arima Shizuka also raised his head in confusion. He saw a fake hand stretched out by Senjumaru, making an inviting gesture towards him.

My mind is very confused.

But a certain voice seemed to continue echoing deep in his mind, telling him not to touch the other person.

A simple tug of war.

But there is no possibility of it continuing.

After all, up to now, the initiative has always been on Shutra Senjumaru's side.

A faint smile appeared on her face. She took two steps forward and crouched down.

The distance between the two was close enough that they could see each other's appearance and details clearly.

"There's nothing to hesitate about, Arima Shizuya."

Shutara Senjumaru stretched out her right hand.

Just like her dignified and elegant appearance, her right hand hidden inside the haori was equally white and slender.

The cold touch clung to Arima Shizuya's face. Shutara Senjumaru's voice was very plain, but his method had an indescribable charm...

"For a man like you, it's never too late to start over again."

"Become my divine soldier."

"It's nothing to be nervous about, just relax... We still have plenty of time."

Arima Shizuka also raised her head in confusion and stood up uncontrollably.

Until he grabbed the mechanical hand extended by Shutara Senjumaru.

"Good, that's it."

With a soft hum, in the blink of an eye, the flames disappeared, and everything returned to silence.

Arima Shizuka followed Shutara Senjumaru, walking in this ash-like world, following woodenly until...

A faint star-like light began to flicker.

It was like stepping into a sea of ​​stars, with twinkling, shining lights all around.

Until a pale, dazzling, and eye-catching light flashed at a certain point above the head.

Arima Shizuka also stopped and stared at him.

"See? That's the destiny I've woven for you."

"Arima Shizuya... No, the one who has abandoned his name."

"Remember this, your future lies here."

Everything is intricate and well-organized.

This machine is...

Death comes out of the six-color floating text machine.

(End of this chapter)