Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

The strangest thing was his forehead.

Above that smooth forehead, a white, bone-like protrusion was quietly emerging, like a ferocious horn about to break through the soil.

"..."

Sasuke was stunned.

He raised his hand and gently touched the small bump on his forehead with his fingertips, feeling its hard texture, and a sense of confusion arose in his heart.

"Is this the price of forcibly absorbing natural energy?"

Sasuke muttered to himself, attributing this sudden change to the aftereffects of his Sage Mode training.

After all, when Yoruichi first appeared in her Sage Mode in Hueco Mundo, she was in the same form, with a ferocious tentacle on her forehead.

This thought calmed his unease somewhat.

However, the expression on Kirinji Tenjiro's face on the shore was far more complicated than his.

The initial shock gradually faded, replaced by a deeper sense of unease.

why?

Kirinji frowned deeply, his sense of unease growing stronger.

He stared intently at the small horn on Sasuke's forehead, the faint aura emanating from it so similar to the all-encompassing power he had just glimpsed in the deepest part of Sasuke's soul.

No, that's not right...

"That monk guy..."

Kirinji glanced subtly in the direction they had come from, his expression turning incredibly serious. "What exactly do you want to do?"

He could feel that he and Hyosube Ichibei were pushing the boy in front of them hard in an unknown, possibly even out-of-control direction.

"Then, Lord Kirinji."

Just as Kirinji was lost in thought, Aizen's gentle voice pulled him back from his solemn state, "After enjoying this top-notch hot spring therapy, is there anything else for you to do?"

His tone remained calm, but his inner self was far from as peaceful as it appeared.

He took in all of Sasuke's changes.

That change excited him.

But he didn't show it. He wanted to see what kind of surprise the Zero Division, these ancient monsters who had lived for thousands of years, had prepared for Sasuke.

"Hmph, don't be in such a hurry."

Kirinji Tenjiro snapped out of his reverie, glanced at Aizen, then looked at the boy who had also emerged from the hot spring and regained his composure, his voice regaining some of its former roguish tone.

"The monk didn't tell me about your arrangements."

He paused, then turned his gaze back to Sasuke, a malicious smile spreading across his face.

"However, there is indeed another guy I'd like to meet about this kid."

"Oh?" Sasuke raised an eyebrow.

"She's not an easy woman to talk to."

Kirinji gave a gloating reminder, then raised his hand and casually made a gesture in the air in front of him.

"Good luck, kid."

Space distorted, and a golden portal appeared out of thin air, completely engulfing the two of them.

...............

As the light faded, the surrounding scenery changed once again.

It was no longer the steamy hot spring town, but a huge, magnificent palace.

The palace walls and floors were made of a smooth, silk-like material, embroidered with countless intricate and magnificent gold patterns.

And in the deepest part of that palace, a figure sat quietly.

She was a noblewoman dressed in a twelve-layered kimono, her long black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, making her face, which was obscured, appear even more mysterious.

Around her, several enormous shuttles, as flexible as arms, floated, weaving and intertwining at a speed too fast for the naked eye to perceive, creating fabrics that radiated spiritual pressure.

This is the palace of the Zero Division, the Silent God General, the Great Oriole Guardian, Shutara Senjumaru.

"Oh? That Tenjiro guy sent them over so quickly?"

A slightly languid, mature female voice came from the throne.

Shutara Senjumaru stopped what he was doing, raised his head, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth on his face, which was mostly covered by his bangs.

Her gaze lingered on Aizen for a moment before quickly passing over him, finally settling on the black-haired boy.

"You must be that interesting little guy?" Her voice carried a hint of scrutiny.

Shutara Senjumaru rose from the silk throne, barefoot, and walked down the steps, his twelve-layered kimono trailing behind him in a magnificent arc on the floor.

"The monk said that you should change your clothes."

She stopped in front of Sasuke, raised the arm hidden under the wide sleeve, and lightly traced a line on his shihachi with her fingertips.

The garment, which was originally quite sturdy, was as if it had been cut by the sharpest blade, silently turning into fragments that scattered all over the ground.

Sasuke frowned slightly, but did not move.

"Come, let me take a good look at you."

Shutara Senjumaru circled around him, his eyes, hidden in the shadow of his bangs, taking in every size of Sasuke's body and every line of his muscles.

"Hmm...very good material."

She nodded in satisfaction, muttering to herself, "The bone structure is well-proportioned, and the explosiveness and resilience of the muscles are just right..."

She reached out and gently touched Sasuke's chest with her fingertips, a pleased smile on her face.

“Full of unrefined, raw ‘possibilities’”

"Seriously, seeing such perfect material makes me itchy to get my hands dirty."

Shutara Senjumaru said no more.

She turned around, and the huge shuttles behind her started spinning rapidly again under her mental control.

Golden threads, like flowing sunlight, fly out from a shuttle.

Silver threads, like solidified moonlight, extend from another shuttle.

Countless threads of spiritual energy intertwined and merged in the air, eventually transforming into a piece of fabric shimmering with seven-colored light.

"Alright, little one."

Shutara Senjumaru looked at the piece of cloth and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. "The rest will be simple."

She raised her hand and gently grasped the piece of fabric.

The fabric seemed to have a life of its own, cutting and sewing itself.

In the blink of an eye, a brand-new, magnificent robe was already floating in mid-air.

It was an ancient-style robe with a pure white base and intricate black and gold divine patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs.

"Put it on," said Shutara Senjumaru.

But Sasuke didn't move, his gaze fixed on the robe, his brows furrowed.

For some reason, he felt that the clothes resonated perfectly with his soul.

Not right.

At that moment, a sudden change occurred.

The garment, which should have been floating quietly, seemed to have found its true owner and transformed into a stream of light, instantly merging into Sasuke's body.

It then broke free from it, and then shone brightly!

On the originally pure white background, six jet-black magatama patterns appeared on their own, arranged at the collar.

On its back, an even more complex pattern is slowly taking shape.

It was a circle, and inside the circle were nine neatly arranged magatama.

"what?!"

Shutara Senjumaru's smile froze slightly.

How can it be? !

How could this garment, which she wove herself and infused with her own will, suddenly slip out of her control and undergo such a transformation that even she herself couldn't comprehend?!

Chapter 207 Meeting the Spirit King

Shutara Senjumaru walked slowly around Sasuke, and several huge, spider-like arms, which had been hidden behind her, quietly emerged.

My fingertips brushed over Sasuke's mutated divine robe, feeling the new patterns and the power contained within.

Her expression gradually shifted from initial shock to confusion.

"I see... I understand now..."

"Hmm?" Sasuke raised an eyebrow slightly. "So what exactly is going on?"

Ever since entering the Spirit King's Palace, he had felt powerless and was unsure of what the other party wanted to do to him.

If it weren't for the Ame-no-Touch power, a space-time eye technique, as a safeguard, I probably would have left long ago.

Shutara Senjumaru raised his head, his eyes serious, and his voice low.

Before answering that question, I'd like to ask you something first.

She paused, her gaze fixed on Sasuke, "What do you think this divine garment of mine is made of?"

"Is it some kind of special spirit particle?" Aizen asked tentatively.

"Do not."

Shutara Senjumaru shook his head, denying his guess, "Every thread that makes up this garment is essentially the bones and hair of the Spirit King."

"What?!" Even Aizen, upon hearing this answer, could hardly maintain his composure.