Bleach: Stir Up the Situation

"Besides, I haven't gotten used to the air here yet." Renji murmured to himself.

Yes, this Reiban Riden is completely different from other Ridens. From the moment he stepped into this place, Renji could feel the extremely abnormal concentration of spiritual particles in the atmosphere.

Even though he had mastered the swastika and had spiritual pressure comparable to that of a captain, he was overwhelmed by the terrifying concentration of spiritual energy when he first set foot here, as if he was carrying a small mountain on his back.

Therefore, confrontation is training, not because it has any profound meaning, but because he and Lucia can only confront each other here, and it is not easy to keep their posture unchanged.

Lucia also agreed, "The weight attached to the body is gradually disappearing, but there is still a feeling of moving in the water. It is still difficult to guess what kind of impact such a high concentration of spirit particles can have on us. …”

If you can adapt to such an exaggerated concentration of spirit particles, does that mean you can withstand greater pressure, and become stronger in a sense?

Maybe, but if they can adapt to this concentration of spirit seeds, there is another possibility, that is, they may not be able to adapt to the ordinary concentration of spirit seeds.

Just like now, both of them feel like they are breathing in the water. So after they fully adapt, will it be like turning into two fishes, but it will be difficult to survive after leaving here?

Neither Renji nor Rukia were sure whether such training would be beneficial to them, but out of trust in Team Zero, they still did it.

At this moment, a beeping ringtone suddenly rang in Lucia's arms. She took it out and it turned out to be a mobile phone. After she connected it, she only heard her say: "Hey, I'm Kuchiki! Yes! Really! Yes! Yes ! Thank you so much!”

When Rukia hung up the phone, Renji asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Who is it?"

Although the Technology Development Bureau has also launched a communication device that looks like a mobile phone, Rukia who was seriously injured should not have that kind of thing on her body. Even if it did, what do you think if the Seireitei and Soul Palace can communicate in this way? All somewhat impossible.

So this phone call is probably the internal communication method of Soul King Palace. It’s just that these two people here are unfamiliar with each other. Who would take the initiative to contact Rukia?

"It's from His Highness Kirinji Temple!" Rukia replied.

When I heard the word "Qilin", it must have been the call from the guy from Qilin Temple, but Renji didn't know the other person's name, and he couldn't remember the other person's face, "The one with the beak on the nose of the hot spring?"

Rukia nodded, and Renji continued to ask, "When did you get his phone number?"

"Of course I asked him specifically for it when I left." Lucia replied matter-of-factly, a smile suddenly appeared on her face, "But those are not important. What is important is that my brother has recovered!"

"Have you recovered? Great!" Renji was also very happy, "In other words, next we have to eat and forge swords..."

"Brother, you shouldn't need to forge a sword." Lucia reminded.

"That's eating, and then..." When Renji said this, his face suddenly drooped as if he remembered some bad memories.

Rukia also had the same expression, "Then..., get there."

Renji suddenly shuddered, "It's too exaggerated. It's like a hellish place."

"That's right." Lucia agreed, "I really don't even want to think about it..."

And the place that the two people said was like hell is now the place where Ichigo is about to set foot.

"Welcome to my palace, Kurosaki Ichigo." The slender woman I saw first sat on the chair at the top, "My name is Shutara Senjumaru, please give me your advice."

"Please, please give me some advice." Ichigo stuttered back. It wasn't that Senjumaru put too much pressure on him, but that the place he was in now was a bit unacceptable.

The spacious palace is filled with cloths of various colors and patterns, and the ground is also covered with cloths in disorder.

Let’s say it’s gorgeous. It’s indeed gorgeous. But if we say it’s messy, it’s really messy.

People's eyes hurt.

All kinds of imaginable colors and imaginable patterns are gathered in front of your eyes. It is like a big explosion of colors. Even just turning your eyes makes people feel dizzy.

The hot springs in the Kirin Temple are for healing, the Wudou Temple is like a kitchen to enhance spiritual pressure, and the dilapidated Phoenix Temple is a place for forging swords. But Ichigo really can't imagine what the owner of such a fancy palace does. You can't just make clothes for him, right?

"Okay, let's get started." Shutara Senjumaru's cold voice pulled Ichigo out of his imagination. A golden, skeletal hand stretched out from behind him, pointed at Ichigo and said, "Now, Please take off your clothes?"

"What?!"

"Did I not make it obvious enough? To put it in layman's terms, it means taking off your tattered clothes, and I will tailor-make a new death-defying outfit for you."

Did he really make clothes? Ichigo took off the damaged Death Fighter costume and was about to say something when he heard Senjumaru say again: "Keep taking it off until you are naked."

"Is this the kind of stripping I understand?!"

Senjumaru nodded, "That's right, don't let any scraps of cloth remain on your body, as this will interfere with my custom-making of your new Death Tyrant costume."

"You don't need to be so precise, do you?" A thin layer of sweat broke out on Ichigo's forehead. Although what the other party asked was easy to do, being completely naked in front of a woman was really stressful.

"It's okay if you don't want to."

Ichigo just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Senjumaru say seriously: "If you don't want me to measure anything, just cut it off and treat it as if it doesn't exist."

This guy is serious. If I don't do it, she will really kill me!

Ichigo suddenly felt a weight on his back. He felt that this place was much scarier than the Phoenix Palace of Nimaiya Wang Yue. No, there should be no place more scary than this.

Following the other party's instructions, Ichigo obediently took off all his clothes. Senjumaru stretched out five or six hands from behind and groped around on his body. Although they were all prosthetic hands, Ichigo still had a terrible feeling that there were bugs crawling everywhere on his body. .

In order to distract his attention, he asked the question in his heart, "It's just a dead bully pretending, is it necessary?"

"It's just a Death Overlord costume, that's all?" Senjumaru's voice rose slightly, as if he was a little unhappy, "What do you think a Death Overlord costume is? Is it just the clothes worn by the God of Death?"

"It's difficult, isn't it?"

"The reason why I can be in this Soul King's Palace is because I am the one who created the Death Overlord Clothes." Senjumaru smiled slightly, "If this is just a dispensable piece of clothing, wouldn't it Are you saying that I am incompetent?"

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