Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

There are no two identical Zanpakuto in Soul Society; this is an established, ironclad rule.

Recently, Kuchiki Kyoga has been bewitched by a demon, which has created a rift between him and himself. He has even stopped using his Zanpakuto during battles.

Now, those comrades who once fought alongside him appear to be controlled by the "whispering" ability and are about to lose their lives.

Xianghe will definitely blame him for everything. They were supposed to be a trusting couple, but are they going to become strangers?

In that brief instant, countless images flashed through Muramasa's mind, even showing him Kuchiki Hibiki breaking himself in two to prove his innocence.

"Can you turn the tables and control these controlled Zanpakuto?"

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Kuchiki Hibiki's next words startled Muramasa, who was momentarily speechless.

"Can it or can't it?"

The sound of the rotten wood echoing the river carried a hint of anxiety.

Muramasa finally realized what was happening and immediately tried to use his "whispering" ability to interfere with the Zanpakuto that were being manipulated by the unknown ability.

When his spiritual pressure touched those Zanpakuto, he was surprised to find that the faint light covering the blades was like a towering mountain, completely unshakable.

"Xianghe, I'm sorry, I..."

Before he could finish his apologetic words, Kuchiki Hibiki drew his sword with lightning speed.

"Swastika!"

"No execution for Muramasa!"

A violent purple beam of light shot into the sky, and amidst the sweeping hurricane, Muramasa, dressed in a white robe, broke free from Kuchiki Hibiki's body.

"Quickly, use Bankai to intervene!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Muramasa raised his right hand, and a powerful spiritual pressure instantly enveloped the entire street, causing a sudden spiritual storm to ripple outwards.

Two similar forces acted on everyone, and the hands that were about to strike their necks finally stopped, frozen in place, trembling uncontrollably.

"Xianghe, the opponent is stronger than me!"

Muramasa felt as if he were in a tug-of-war with a giant, constantly being pulled back and forth between the Zanpakuto.

Gradually, they fell into a disadvantageous position.

"Damn rat."

Xiu Mu Xiang He cursed under his breath, his eyes filled with anger.

Although he didn't know exactly what had happened, if he didn't do something soon, his comrades who had fought alongside him to the death would die by their own hand.

Without further hesitation, Kuchiki Hibiki unleashed his Instant Step and vanished abruptly.

Seeing the familiar face that suddenly appeared in front of him, Death's face was full of despair. He had finally survived on the battlefield, but he never expected to die at the hands of his own people.

Kuchiki Hibiki raised his fist, leaned back, and his bulging muscles suddenly swelled up, a heavy spiritual pressure enveloping him.

Volcano burns down the farm!

A simple, unadorned straight punch landed, instantly cleaving the Zanpakuto that was about to strike the neck in two.

With a crisp thud as it hit the ground, Death was shocked to find that he had slipped out of control.

"I...I'm not dead?"

He stared in astonishment at the "murderer," his face showing disbelief.

However, Kuchiki Hibiki had no time to pay attention to him; there were others waiting to be saved.

A figure exuding a powerful aura weaved through the crowd.

Terrifying straight punches kept coming out, and one Zanpakuto after another was smashed in two on the spot.

For a moment, the crisp sounds continued incessantly.

A crisis that should have resulted in total annihilation was nipped in the bud.

In the distance, watching Kuchiki Hibiki rampage through the crowd, Muramasa's face was filled with a complex expression.

Perhaps, that guy was right...

In the shadows of the corner.

The attacker, whose entire body was covered by the ghostly spiritual pressure, had an expression of disbelief on his face.

Damn it, the plan has changed!

Chapter 90 Failure is the mother of success

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

The demonic barrier above their heads emitted a hazy glow, and silk-like patterns rippled outwards.

Kyoukaku stood holding his sword, the light of his spiritual pressure bathing his face and casting large shadows, making it impossible to see his expression. However, his sharp, blade-like face was still awe-inspiring.

Blood dripped from the drooping hands.

The fragments of the blade beneath one's feet create a powerful sense of intimidation.

The terrified looks in the eyes of the other Shinigami revealed just how much psychological trauma Kuchiki Kyouga's previous actions had inflicted on them.

When the Kido barrier covered them and their Zanpakuto became uncontrollable, they thought they had accidentally fallen into a trap and become victims of the struggle between nobles.

Kyoga Kuchiki activated his Zanpakuto ability, intending to eliminate everyone present.

Surprisingly, the Zanpakuto's uncontrollable state did not seem to be caused by Kuchiki Kyouga.

Instead, in order to save everyone, he disregarded the prohibitions and released his Bankai directly in Seireitei.

Although it has some effect, it is not good.

Left with no other choice, Kuchiki Kyoga used his iron fists to shatter their Zanpakuto, freeing them from control and saving their lives.

Although he was rescued, Muramasa's ability to manipulate other people's Zanpakuto is indeed his.

Kuchiki Hibiki had used this ability to defeat the enemy more than once in front of them.

Now, when that strange and powerful ability fell upon them, they truly experienced just how desperate those traitorous Grim Reapers were.

Shinigami have always trusted their Zanpakuto implicitly, even regarding it as a partner and comrade who would never betray them.

However, when the battle reached its climax, the blade suddenly and uncontrollably slashed at him, something no one could accept.

The moment a Zanpakuto goes out of control, it's as if a bone-chilling cold completely engulfs a person, causing them to tremble uncontrollably.

An unprecedented terror instantly swept over my entire body.

Even though the matter had been resolved, the Shinigami still felt a chill run down their spines when they looked at the Zanpakuto fragments on the ground.

Noticing the complicated looks in the eyes of the others, Kuchiki Hibiki let out a helpless sigh.

Despite his efforts to explain, it's unlikely that this group will listen.

There can never be two identical Zanpakuto in Soul Society; this is an indisputable ironclad rule.

If he didn't have absolute trust in Muramasa, he might have wondered if his Zanpakuto had betrayed him after witnessing what just happened.

"Xianghe River".

Muramasa's voice suddenly rang out in his inner world.

"You...you didn't suspect it was me?"

The almost identical ability even shook Muramasa himself, who guessed that he might have fallen into some kind of illusion, mistaking the Grim Reapers for enemies, and subconsciously activated the ability.

However, upon closer inspection, it becomes apparent that while the effects are the same, the intensity is vastly different.

Even with the same ability, he still couldn't shake the opponent's effect, even after activating Bankai.

"Suspect?"

Kuchiki Hibiki grinned and said confidently:

"Just as Sora said, the Zanpakuto is the power of the Shinigami himself."

“In the past, I did rely on you too much, which led you to have almost blind confidence in yourself and in me.”

"But under Kong's guidance, I began to try other methods to cultivate and fight."

"But that doesn't mean I no longer trust you. On the contrary, you will always be the person I trust the most."

Muramasa fell silent.

As Kuchiki Kyoga's Zanpakuto, the two share a certain degree of spiritual connection, and Muramasa can sense subtle changes in his emotions.

However, when Kuchiki Hibiki uttered those words, he could clearly sense that unwavering determination.

"Thank you, Xianghe."

A barely perceptible voice echoed in his inner world. Muramasa sat on a stone pillar, supporting his body with his hands, looking up at the azure sky, a slight smile playing on his lips.

An unprecedented sense of ease spread through my heart, and my long-tense nerves were finally relaxed.

perhaps.

That Lord Naraku must truly possess wisdom beyond that of ordinary people.

In the real world, just as the street reached a stalemate, several spiritual pressures rushed into the vicinity.

A massive fireball descended from the sky, shattering the ghostly barrier into pieces.

"What's going on?!"

The leader, dressed in a white captain's haori, was tall and upright, with an air of righteousness between his brows, giving people a sense of trustworthiness.

Captain of the 10th Division, Unno Kumohei.

"You were attacked?"

"It's...it's a Zanpakuto."

Among the crowd, Death raised his hand in response, his voice trembling as if he could hardly suppress the fear deep within his heart.

"Our Zanpakuto suddenly went out of control for some reason, and even manipulated their arms to slash at each other's necks."

Upon hearing this, Umino Yunping's gaze immediately turned icy, passing over the crowd and landing on the figure standing with a sword in hand.