Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

"Subdue me with your knife!"

Chapter 94 Complete the practice of Swastika

At the other end of the underground training ground, the atmosphere was completely different.

Kurosaki Ichigo stared blankly at the Zanpakuto in his hand, which was now almost entirely reduced to its hilt.

The blade was broken by Sasuke during the battle with Renji, leaving only a small, jagged section that looks ridiculously pathetic.

"Alright, alright, Mr. Kurosaki, stop grieving over your lost sword."

Kisuke Urahara's voice drifted lazily over as his wooden clogs clicked softly on the rocks.

He shook a green and white striped fisherman's hat in his hand, and a signature smile appeared on his face.

"Come on, let's play a little game."

Urahara put the hat on his head and then gently tapped the brim of the hat with his cane.

"It's very simple. From now on, you only need to do one thing."

He pointed the seemingly ordinary cane at Ichigo, his smile widening. "Use that sword in your hand to cut off this hat on my head."

"what?"

Ichigo was stunned. He pointed to his bare sword hilt, then looked at Urahara's leisurely appearance and felt speechless.

"Are you kidding me! My knife doesn't even have a blade, how am I supposed to cut anything!"

"Well, well, that depends on your own abilities, Mr. Kurosaki."

Kisuke Urahara completely ignored his protest and flexed his wrists as if nothing was wrong.

"By the way, as your teacher, I will also attack you."

He paused, his tone becoming extremely serious, "If you can't cut off my hat, then your head might have to be chopped off by me."

The moment the words left his mouth, Kisuke Urahara had vanished from the spot!

A sharp gust of wind came from the side. Kurosaki Ichigo didn't even have time to think. He relied entirely on instinct to hold the broken blade in front of him.

"Clang!"

With a soft sound, Ichigo felt a tremendous force coming from the hilt of his sword, and he staggered back several steps uncontrollably.

He looked closely and saw that Kisuke Urahara had somehow appeared where he had been, and the cane in his hand had turned into a slender sword.

"Oh? Not bad."

He swung his sword again, and Ichigo scrambled to the side to dodge, the blade grazing his nose.

He continued to stroll leisurely, approaching Ichigo step by step.

“But, Mr. Kurosaki, just passively running and blocking won’t do.”

"Your Zanpakuto is an extension of your soul, a manifestation of your power."

As Urahara continued his attack, he calmly explained, "You can't just treat it like an iron rod. You have to listen to its voice and understand its thoughts before it will respond to you."

"Shut up, what are you even saying?!"

Ichigo was getting increasingly annoyed by the incessant lecturing. He looked at the cane-sword in Urahara's hand and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Is this guy just trying to scare me?

This is just an ordinary knife; it won't hurt you.

Thinking of this, Ichigo's courage instantly grew.

When Urahara's next strike came, he stopped dodging and abruptly stopped, preparing to look for an opportunity to counterattack.

However, the moment this thought arose in his mind, a shiver ran through his soul.

Kisuke Urahara's eyes changed.

In an instant, the cane knife in his hand drew an extremely fast arc.

Ichigo's pupils contracted sharply as he tried to dodge, but it was too late.

"Crack—!"

A crisp cracking sound.

The already tattered bone mask on Ichigo's face was cleaved in two by this slash and fell to the ground.

The cold blade stopped less than an inch from his brow.

Ichigo froze on the spot, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He could clearly sense that if that knife had gone in just a little deeper, what would have been split open wouldn't have been the mask, but his own head.

"I told you, Mr. Kurosaki."

Kisuke Urahara slowly sheathed his sword, the smile fading from his face.

He held the cane knife across his chest, gently stroking the blade with his other hand, his voice low and deep.

"Awaken, Red Princess."

As he whispered, the ancient cane knife changed in an instant, revealing the true blade beneath, gleaming with a cold light.

The hilt is adorned with deep red tassels, and the guard is an irregular quadrilateral, giving it a rustic yet elegant look.

More importantly, what emanated from that sword was a genuine spiritual pressure.

Kisuke Urahara slowly raised his head, his eyes appearing unfathomable in the shadow of his hat brim.

Looking at the horrified Kurosaki Ichigo, his tone suddenly became serious.

"This one is a genuine Zanpakuto."

A flash of light.

Ichigo Kurosaki didn't even see how Kisuke Urahara made his move. He only felt an irresistible force coming from the broken blade, his arm trembled violently, and his hand was instantly torn apart.

He was thrown backward uncontrollably and crashed heavily onto the hard rocky ground.

"cough......"

He braced himself against the ground, coughing up several mouthfuls of saliva tinged with blood.

This guy...

Ichigo gritted his teeth, staring intently at the man not far away who was still wielding his sword with a leisurely smile on his face.

He was serious.

He really wanted to kill himself!

Just as Ichigo was struggling to stand up again.

thump—

A muffled rumble of thunder suddenly rang out from the other end of the training ground, echoing clearly throughout the vast underground space.

It carries an ancient majesty, as if some terrifying being is about to awaken.

"Ok?"

Ichigo's movements suddenly froze, and he instinctively looked up, following the sound.

The once clear sky had been covered by a small patch of thick, ominous, purplish-black clouds.

The clouds were small, but as thick as lead, pressing down heavily on that area.

Even more strangely, deep within those dark clouds, winding bolts of lightning flickered silently.

Each time it lights up, it is filled with a contradictory atmosphere of destruction and order intertwined.

what is that?

At this moment, Ichigo's mind was completely drawn to the strange celestial phenomenon, and he even temporarily forgot about the enemy in front of him.

"Oh dear..."

Upon seeing this scene, Kisuke Urahara paused slightly, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes beneath his hat brim.

He slowly turned his head, looked at the distracted orange-haired boy, and the corners of his mouth curved into a smile again.

Another blade of light, incredibly fast.

"W-what?!"

Kurosaki Ichigo snapped back to reality, his pupils suddenly contracting.

He only had time to hold the broken blade across his chest as a final parry.

"Crack!"

A crisp cracking sound.

The already damaged Zanpakuto in his hand was severed in two by Kisuke Urahara's merciless strike!

"Don't get distracted, Mr. Kurosaki."

Kisuke Urahara appeared before him like a ghost, looking down at him condescendingly. "Your enemy won't wait for you to stand there!"

escape!

This thought, like an instinct, exploded in Ichigo's mind.

Without further hesitation, he sprinted forward with all his might, heading towards the other end of the training field without looking back.

We must keep our distance.

However, he had only sprinted less than ten meters.

"I told you so..."

That devilish voice suddenly rang out close to his ear without warning.

"Just running isn't enough."

Ichigo's hair stood on end. He didn't even have time to turn around before he used all his strength to swing his right hand, which was now only the hilt of the sword, backward!

This was an action purely for survival.