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

Chapter 64: Sing my name!

Arima Shizuka also died at the hands of Gui Yancheng.

No miracle happened, and the flow was never reversed.

Just like the rules of decay and rot that have not changed for thousands of years - although it cannot be seen, the sound vividly depicts this fact.

And it was transmitted to Tosen Kaname's reaction nerves.

Accepting reality requires a process, and before that, Tosen had already had a clearer reaction.

All the muscles in his body tensed up in an instant, and with his mouth slightly open, Dongxian took a half step forward as if by reflex.

"Yes, what do you want to do?"

Aizen's voice came from behind, neither hurried nor slow, as if everything was under control.

"As you can see, I'm going to..."

"Revenge?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in Aizen's voice, but his attitude remained calm, and at this moment there was a hint of emotion in his tone.

"You are a person who cannot be seen by the naked eye, but you are even more insensitive than me in this regard... You are too impatient."

Reprimanding itself is not the goal, so after saying this, Aizen added with a smile.

"Well, let's review what we have learned in the academy."

"Reiatsu represents the quality and density of a person's soul. By the aura it exudes, the God of Death can judge its strength."

"At the same time, by feeling the fluctuations and ups and downs of spiritual pressure, one can also perceive another important fact."

"That means the other party lives or dies."

Aizen walked forward slowly, until he finally stood at the edge of the house.

"Don't you feel it? This spiritual pressure is not weakening at all, but is even gradually increasing."

Aizen half-raised his left hand, then slowly closed it as if to hold back an invisible object in the air.

His eyes softened, yet filled with an indescribable excitement...so much so that he whispered at this moment.

"Is this the power of Shizuya-kun?"

"so perfect……"

This is the fact.

Arima Shizuya's spiritual pressure was not lost.

Instead, at this moment, he showed a tendency to expand... He almost encompassed the entire street, as if his body was crushed, broken up, and integrated into the Soul Society.

Never seen this level of ability before.

And considering the level of spiritual power that Arima Shizuya had previously overflowed, it should not be enough to touch the level of Bankai...

So the answer is already quite clear, this is the complete Shikai, and it is also Arima Shizuya's true ability.

So... where are you now? Shizuya-kun.

I really want to know.

Aizen spoke with emotion.

"The real name of this knife."

……

What appeared before my eyes was a dark darkness.

The body feels like it is soaked in sticky and turbid glue, which makes people feel disgusted, but they can't find the way out...

Am I dead? Then where is this place?
While thinking.

Arima Jing also heard a familiar voice.

"Why don't you run."

Although it was an accent I had never heard before, it sounded extremely familiar to me at the moment.

There is an indescribable feeling of intimacy...

"Why do you want to do something so dangerous?"

"He's obviously a coward, and not as belligerent as the others."

"Even before taking action, he would tremble with fear. How could he possibly confront a truly powerful person with this mentality?"

The scene before my eyes began to regain color.

Bit by bit, strand by strand of black and white appeared, and finally wove a strange, yet not unpleasant image in front of Arima Shizuya.

She was a little girl wearing a Shinigami costume, and her height should only be as high as Arima Shizuya's waist...

Long hair, round face, big eyes.

If she could grow up safely, she would probably be a very beautiful person.

However, the look of disgust on the other party's face at this moment completely destroyed the beauty of this image.

It was as if she had disgust imprinted on her face. She was staring fiercely at Arima Shizuya in front of her, and her tone was not friendly at all.

"I know it all. I can see it all."

"You're obviously more scared than anyone else and don't want to do anything dangerous like this. Even when you talk about your dream, you just want to have a girlfriend and live a happy life..."

"So! Just run away! Stay away from dangerous things and find a place where no one can see you! No one will blame you anyway!" "Isn't this what you really want to do?!"

A long and voluminous confession.

The tone seemed to be blaming something, but it was more like a complaint...

Arima Shizuka just listened quietly, until the very end when her expression trembled slightly.

Said softly.

"Feel sorry……"

"……ha?!"

Zanpakutō is a thing of the mind.

In front of these abstract lives, as the master of the sword, I can say that I have no secrets at all.

It is precisely because of this that Arima Shizuka is able to fully understand what the other party wants to express - at this moment, the other party is willing to appear in front of her, and Arima Shizuka is also able to understand the other party's thoughts.

Our hearts are connected at this moment.

"You...are you protecting me?"

I don't want to see myself bleeding, and I don't want to see myself getting injured and struggling in pain.

The image that reflects Arima Shizuya's weakness and embodies all his worries, anxieties and uneasiness is the manifestation of the sword spirit at this moment.

The other party seemed to have been hit in the weakest part, and his originally tense expression collapsed in an instant, and he couldn't help but lower his head...

Started to sob quietly.

"There's nothing I can do! Who told you to be so weak?"

"Just seeing you constantly being killed and tortured is driving me crazy!"

"If you're so useless, then don't try to be a hero like others. As long as we live peacefully, no one will blame us, right?!"

Looking at the little guy with a face full of grievance, he started jumping up and down.

Arima Shizuka calmly squatted down, stretched out his right hand, and gently touched the other person's head.

"Thank you for your hard work. I never thought that all my shortcomings would be passed on to you."

In the simulated future, Arima Shizuka died countless times, and the accumulated negative emotions were constantly tormenting the sword soul.

That's why.

So far, Arima Shizuya has only been able to unleash a portion of the power of his Zanpakuto.

So cunning.

You can enjoy the bonus brought by the other party's abilities without having to bear any pressure at all.

"Feel sorry……"

then.

"Thank you."

Arima Shizuya's palms dropped and slowly spread out in front of the other person.

Looking at the little girl's crying face slightly raised, Arima Shizuya's lips moved for a moment and he spoke softly.

"Please keep working hard together from now on, Yui."

"Fool!"

The little guy jumped up and punched Arima Shizuya on the head.

pain……

"I already told you, this isn't my name!"

The other party had become extremely energetic. Arima Shizuka watched her jump up easily and ride directly on her neck.

The spirited sword spirit looked up to the sky and shouted loudly.

"It's come to this, there's no point in saying more..."

"Hey!"

"Sing my name!"

The bow-shaped clothes are derived from the idea of ​​seeing a snake in a cup.

It means mistaking the shadow of a bow reflected in a wine glass for a snake, a metaphor for the fear caused by suspicion.

This is a phantom, and also a simulated bubble...

The image of the Ouroboros does exist, but as its name suggests, all Arima Shizuka has seen so far is a simple "silhouette".

I have shed my skin and become a dragon.

Its name is...

"Turning the rivers and seas upside down, stirring up the heavens and the earth."

"Showing his true power, all living beings lose their heat and annoyance."

"Sagara Dragon."

(End of this chapter)