Death: I can become stronger by drinking alcohol

Chaotic thoughts flashed through Urahara Kisuke's mind.

His originally cloudy eyes gradually became clear, and finally he spoke again with a livid expression.

"This person may be Captain Yamamoto, a back-up man who was secretly cultivated. All this is to fight against Aizen Sosuke, who is lurking in the dark."

"I just didn't expect that the pedantic and stubborn old man Yamamoto would spend so much thought secretly. I thought he just valued Hitsugaya Toushiro and wanted to train him to become the strongest successor to the God of Death."

As Toshiro Hitsugaya, who also possesses the oldest frozen Zanpakutō.

Whether it is talent or character, it has already attracted the attention of all walks of life when it appeared more than a hundred years ago.

After all, looking around the entire Serenity Garden, there are very few people who can possess a natural Zanpakutō.

However, Urahara Kisuke did not expect that Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni would secretly cultivate a person who also possessed the elemental Zanpakutō.

Of course, if Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni knew about it, all speculations would be unanimous, attributing Shiba Kuroba's crazy behavior to him.

I'm afraid he was shot while lying down.

"Manager Urahara, should we go take a look?"

Grigori Tetssai was the first to lose his temper.

For hundreds of years, they have been planning to deal with Aizen Soyousuke, and they don't want to make a mistake at this juncture.

"Let's go and see together, I hope we are friends!"

Urahara Kisuke nodded in agreement.

Originally, he had already selected the person to check and balance Aizen Sosuke.

Now suddenly there is an unstable factor.

Urahara Kisuke needs to figure this person out.

At the same time, you must also include him in your plan to ensure the success rate.

"Then what happened?"

"Is it the power of the Zanpakutō?"

Rangiku Matsumoto regained her balance in the storm of explosions.

Looking at the sky that was quickly healed and torn apart, his face was full of disbelief.

"Is it Kuroba-san?"

A ridiculous idea flashed through Matsumoto Rangiku's mind.

However, he quickly shook his head and rejected it.

It was only six or seven days that Shiba Kuroba obtained the Zanpakutō.

Being able to master the dual swords is already very remarkable.

If you can still perform Swastika now.

Doesn't this put them, the vice-captains, in comparison?

"Someone else must have acted secretly to cause such a big incident. I want to find out as soon as possible."

Rangiku Matsumoto dodged and rushed to the suburban park.

A distance of several kilometers, with Shunpo used to its extreme, it only took four or five minutes to see the outline of a suburban park in the distance.

We walked through a suburban park and finally landed on a ruined square.

Looking at the square that was a messy battlefield, Matsumoto Rangiku's expression froze.

In the huge ruins, except for a dozen sixth-year students who were already in a miserable state, covered in dirt and blood.

Only Shiba Kuroba stood there with his refined upper body naked and a frown on his face.

As for the figure of the person who took action, there was not even the slightest trace.

"Kuroba-kun, are you okay? Who saved you just now? Where did that person go?"

Matsumoto Rangiku became anxious and rushed over.

Several questions spewed out of his mouth.

At the same time, he maximized his spiritual awareness, intending to uncover the powerful existence in his subconscious that could perform Swastika.

Unfortunately, no matter how much Matsumoto Rangiku probed, there was not even any unnecessary movement around, let alone people.

"Vice Captain Matsumoto, the person who just... annihilated Kyon just now was Kuroba-san!"

A sixth-year student said with lingering fear.

he?

Matsumoto Rangiku was confused and couldn't help but ask.

"You are saying that Shiba Kuroha destroyed the Black Cavity and killed all the Hollows by himself?"

"The attack that just appeared, was it the swastika he used? Didn't you help at all?"

During this period of time, Rangiku Matsumoto heard a lot about Shiba Kuroba, so he planned to book this genius for the 10th Division in advance.

I originally thought that Shiba Kuroba, like her, was still stuck in Zanpakuto Hakkai.

Unfortunately, the reality is cruel.

Swastika!

That is the basic threshold for becoming a captain.

It was like the domineering and unrivaled slash that Kuroyu had just unleashed.

If not swastika, what is it?

Shi Qiaolong and others' expressions fell with bitterness.

In particular, Matsumoto Rangiku's rhetorical question just now made them embarrassed.

Facing the overwhelming number of Hollows, not only were they unable to get the first kill.

Can't even catch a knife, let alone be able to function and help.

"Vice Captain Matsumoto, you're finally here. I leave this mess to you."

Black Feather came back to his senses and showed a hint of joy.

When Death comes to this world, there are actually many restrictions.

For example, they need to wear a special team emblem to suppress and absorb the spirits floating outside the body.

At the same time, it is also forbidden to release powerful spiritual pressure in the present world.

Everything is to avoid seductive mutations in human souls under the influence of spiritual children.

For example, the ability to see souls, the god of death, or the manifestation of spiritual objects.

When Kuroba used Dimensional Slash the other side just now, the movement caused undoubtedly exceeded these limits.

The only thing that makes people feel lucky is that.

Kuroba looked for a suburban park away from the city center as a venue for the encounter.

However, after this battle, there are not many news reports about a meteorite exploding in this world.

The Technology Development Bureau will inevitably have to clean up Karakura Town.

"You little brat, you're really up to no good!"

Matsumoto Rangiku rolled her eyes, of course she knew what she was referring to.

However, what she cares about most now is the scene that just happened.

His eyes turned and fell on the Zanpakutō in Kuroyu's hand, which had returned to pitch black, and he asked tentatively.

"Kuroba-kun, did the blow just now really come from your hands? Did you actually comprehend the swastika that only the captain can master?"

Two questions in a row made Shi Qiaolong and other freshmen tensed up.

After the blow just now, they also had some guesses in their minds.

But guessing is one thing, and Kuroba's own admission is another.

If the blow just now was really a swastika.

Shiba Kuroba will probably become the youngest captain candidate in history.

"Are you talking about the dimensional slash just now?"

Black Feather glanced at the black nothing in his hand and touched the tip of his nose.

"That's right! It's just that the blow just now has not been completely perfected. If it is perfected, it may not be just one blow."

Kuroba didn't take it to heart about Matsumoto Rangiku's misunderstanding.

After all, this time, with the help of the limiter and instant coax, the spiritual power in the body was drained out at once, and the strongest slash was performed.

If he can't even match the power of the swastika, I'm afraid Kuroha will be disappointed.

Moreover, only misunderstanding makes Heiyu more able to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger.