Death: Then stood in the sky.

But immediately another knife was swung out from Aoshi's left hand.

"and many more......"

Kisuke Urahara's scalp tingled, and he twisted his body in an extremely awkward manner in an attempt to dodge.

With a soft "pfft".

Kisuke Urahara watched with lingering fear as a corner of the military green overcoat drifted down from the sky.

If he hadn't instinctively dodged, it would probably be his body that was split in two, not just his clothes.

So, you see—

"This insidious swordsmanship, it must have been taught to you by her."

Urahara Kisuke stared at Aoji in front of him.

No one was named.

But everyone present knew perfectly well—Unohana Retsu!

That sword master who reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship and mastered all schools of swordsmanship in the world!

Simple slash.

Pure slashing.

A sinister strike.

Violent slashing.

The ultimate strike.

A spectacular strike.

Every strike is the ultimate limit that swordsmanship can achieve!

"Thank you for the compliment." Seiji smiled gently, but Kisuke Urahara's lips twitched. He hadn't expected that his words would come back to haunt him.

That's a real slap in the face.

Kisuke Urahara looked at Seiji again, and then his scalp tingled all the way up to the top of his head.

Although the man in front of me was smiling gently, he exuded an extremely cold and terrifying killing intent.

Dull.

Cruel.

Even Kisuke Urahara felt a chill run down his spine in the face of such murderous intent.

Moreover, whether it was an illusion or not, he even vaguely saw a sea of ​​blood appear behind Qing Si, and in that sea of ​​blood, a woman was standing there holding a blood-red sword.

What a monster!

At this moment, Kisuke Urahara, whose mind was completely blank, suddenly remembered what Yoruichi Shihōin had just shouted—and was startled.

So... Yoruichi knew all along, but didn't tell me.

Is that so? It seems this is Yoruichi's stance.

Kisuke Urahara took a deep breath, gripped the sword in both hands, and plummeted from the sky.

"Razor Queen!"

A crimson strike ripped through the sky.

Qing Si waved his hand again, shattering the blood-red slash.

In the lingering gaze of the pupils, the figure that should have been standing there suddenly vanished, leaving only a piece of clothing slowly drifting down.

Kisuke Urahara's eyes widened immediately, and he blurted out, "Concealed Footwork - Fourth Maple - Cicada in the Sky!"

He turned his head and quickly looked at Yoruichi Shifūin, only to find that the woman was waving her hand and laughing at him.

They even taught this to Seiji Ukitake!

Kisuke Urahara hastily parried, but was forced to retreat under the relentless onslaught.

The Eight Thousand Stream Sword Technique is truly terrifying, and it's completely impossible to predict where the next sword will come from.

Directly ahead?

Or is it in the shadows?

Or it might disappear from sight in the next second, and then pierce through your heart from behind.

Everything is done in order to kill the enemy; every sword strike is the maximization of attack.

"so--"

"Why are you backing away, Kisuke Urahara?"

Just then, Seiji's voice rang out.

Kisuke Urahara was startled and ducked, realizing that he was actually dodging and retreating continuously.

"To prove that I don't have the power to protect the Hogyoku, and to prevent the Hogyoku from falling into my hands, shouldn't you try your best to defeat me?"

"You can't win against my Zanpakuto just by dodging, let alone against me."

Seiji pointed his Zanpakuto at Kisuke Urahara, unleashing a fierce attack once more.

happy!

The pleasure was beyond imagination!

The feeling of being liberated, of being able to unleash one's full potential, of fighting, and of being alive—it's just so exhilarating!

boom!

An explosion rang out, and under the cover of the fire and shockwave, Kisuke Urahara crouched down and slid out. After carefully feeling his body, his brows immediately furrowed.

When the body is numb, even movements begin to become slow.

That's terrifying.

Without realizing it, the enemy can be driven into a deadly trap without even knowing it.

Kisuke Urahara looked at the Zanpakuto in Seiji's hand and suddenly said, "Lightning attribute? So this is the ability of your Zanpakuto."

"But I've heard these rumors before..."

"As the brother of Jushiro Ukitake, the captain of the 13th Division, you must have two Zanpakuto, right?"

After pressing down on his right hand, which was numb and trembling slightly, with his left hand, Kisuke Urahara continued, "I'm really curious about the ability of your other sword."

In the history of Soul Society, there are only two recorded and recognized Zanpakuto (soul-clever swords).

One of them is Kyoraku Shunsui, the captain of the 8th Division. His Zanpakuto, Katen Kyokotsu, is the most famous of his twin swords. Kyoraku Shunsui is even jokingly referred to as the swordsman by many people—but no one knows why.

The second is Jushiro Ukitake, the captain of the 13th Division. His Zanpakuto is named Sogyo Ritsu, but its specific abilities are unknown. Because of his physical condition, Jushiro Ukitake rarely participates in battles, so he is not well-known.

There was no one else besides them.

The rest are just rumors. Legend has it that Ukitake Seiji, the younger brother of Ukitake Jushiro, also possesses twin Zanpakuto like his brother, but no one has been able to prove it, so it can only circulate in Soul Society as gossip.

But now it seems that this is not a rumor.

Aoshi didn't answer, and continued to swing his sword without changing his expression.

But Kisuke Urahara's expression changed drastically in an instant, and he dodged the attack that was heading straight for his groin while sweating profusely.

Where are you swinging, you bastard!

Is this a place where I can be beaten up?

"That's enough, that's enough." After several embarrassing dodges, Kisuke Urahara, sweating profusely, immediately made a stop gesture, indicating that the battle was over and there was no need to continue.

That's all.

If they continued fighting, it would make too much noise and risk exposing them. Besides, Kisuke Urahara was genuinely afraid of the terrifying Yachiru-ryu sword technique.

In addition... he has also made a rough assessment of Ukitake Seiji's strength.

Without a doubt, he has the skill level of a captain!

Even if I only performed the initial release, a draw is still a draw.

Suppressed?

This is called tactical retreat, do you understand?

As for Seiji Ukitake, he wasn't among the lowest-ranking captains—even if it was just based on his simple slashing technique!

Offense isn't working?

Aren't sword pressure and spiritual pressure both forms of attack?

Defense?

This spiritual pressure is the best defense!

Moreover... Ukitake Seiji looks healthier than Ukitake Jushiro, which probably wouldn't be believed by many people if you told them that.

Oh, so you started taking drugs there? That's alright then.

It seems that the power that he had developed was only temporarily unleashed by some kind of medicine, and he would need to use medicine to maintain the stability of his body afterwards.

That's more like it.

The opponent's strength should still be within the normal range.

Kisuke Urahara breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Seiji: "You want to know the abilities of my Zanpakuto?"

Kisuke Urahara coughed lightly: "If possible..."

"To want to, or not to want to."

"miss you!"

Chapter 46 You still say you're not Aizen!

You're dreaming.

Think about it some more. I think you're just asking for trouble. If I let you make a selection, you'll behave.

You like watching it, right?

Okay, then I'll show you.

"Then watch closely."

"My Zanpakuto."

Aoshi picked up the Zanpakuto and held it upside down in front of him.

Kisuke Urahara immediately focused his attention.

Wo Ling Tiezhai also pushed up his glasses, widened his eyes, and stared intently without blinking.

Then, Seiji said in a gentle tone, "Shatter, Mirror Flower, Water Moon."

"!!!"

Kisuke Urahara and Tessai Nurubi suddenly lost their souls.

The sky has fallen!

Kisuke Urahara's brain was working at its limit, and he even started to have wild ideas, wondering if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

From the very beginning, he was already trapped in the illusion of Mirror Flower Water Moon, while Aizen watched him practice his swordplay in the air with a smile, as if he were watching a monkey.

Seeing the sweat pouring down Urahara Kisuke's forehead, Shifuin Yoruichi burst into laughter:

"Hahaha!"

"Kisuke, you idiot!"

Tessai Goryu had now created some distance between them: "I knew you were suspicious! Tell me, who are you! Gin Ichimaru? Or Kaname Tōsen?"