My Zanpakutō Can Stop Time

Practicing calligraphy for hundreds of years, for the sake of self-cultivation

Aizen never expected that he would break his work here.

"This is your work?

He quickly readjusted his emotions and asked in a gentle manner

Rukia lowered his head, seemingly embarrassed.

Obviously, she also knew that her writing was bad.

On the contrary, Shimo next to him nodded vigorously with a very proud expression and said:

"Yes!"

"After my investigation, no one has been able to write in the same font as mine.

"So, I named it Shimo Body!

After listening to this, Aizen's eyes widened slightly, a trace of surprise flashed through his brown pupils.

He had never seen such a brazen person.

Is this something other people can’t write?

Obviously it is too ugly, causing others to be reluctant to even take a look!

He actually gave such an ugly font and named it after himself

Aizen struggled for a long time and didn't even know where to start.

"Go on.

After hesitating for a long time, he can only encourage

If I was going to inquire before, I was swallowed back.

Speaking of words, Aizen quickened his pace and walked away from the two of them.

It's really that work, it's too unbearable to look directly at it.

After he walked away, Rukia stared at Shimo with a very fierce look.

She understood.

The reason why I am so unlucky today is entirely because I met this person.

"You are the thickest-skinned I have ever seen!

Shimo nodded with deep conviction, and said, "Thank you for the compliment.

Zhenqia became angry and lost.

"Damn it, I can't get the upper hand in front of this person at all!!

After the calligraphy class, the two temporarily parted ways

Although Kia threatened to never see Shimo again.

But this matter can't help her.

For the next lesson, Shimo temporarily lost interest.

Shunpo's study was already completed when he was at Kyōraku's house.

Although it is not as good as the Shinigami of the second division, who are mainly Shunpo, it is possible to go beyond the ordinary Shinigami.

After finishing today's course, Shimo returned to his dormitory first.

There are many doubts in his mind.

When you can't ask others, you can only find answers from yourself.

Shimo placed the sealed state on the half-dry futon, holding his breath and concentrating, trying to enter the sword meditation

Fortunately, his talent in this area seems to be good.

After just a few minutes, Shimo entered the Zanpakutō space smoothly.

Familiar scenes appeared in front of them.

The various clocks and watches in the entire space of Chabugan are constantly running,

The ticking sound echoes here

In addition, Shimo still can’t see any creatures that might be his Zanpakutō

As for the real name, there is no way to know

The weird Zanpakutō space, the dazed and clueless Shimo, constitute a picture that ordinary people cannot understand.

The young man dressed in a wide black university uniform, stepped on the road composed of countless clocks and watches, and constantly explored and searched forward.

Here, Shimo could not perceive the passage of time,

It is so dry that it cannot perceive any dynamic or static changes.

He tried to observe the clocks around him, but he came to the conclusion that there is no difference from the normal clocks.

This discovery made it even more tangled.

"How do you talk about seizing the flow?"

Shi Hei scratched his head, feeling the pain in his forehead more and more.

He was not a person who was good at thinking, but he came across such a Zanpakutō.

It stands to reason that Zanpakutō should have something to do with the essence of his soul.

However, Shimo can’t see anything familiar at the moment.

Now, the only thing that can be explored is this long and endless road underfoot.

Shimo gritted his teeth and continued to walk forward.

One step and two steps, three steps and four steps

At first, he tried to count the steps silently in his heart

But as the path gradually increased, Shimo's patience was constantly wasted

Until later, he had given up this meaningless move.

I don't know how long it has passed, but there is still no change in the clock ahead.

Shimo perceives himself, except for the unstable mentality, there is no change at all in other aspects.

"Everything, is it still?"

He stopped, looked at the surrounding clocks, and muttered

"In other words, these jokes are all liars?"

As soon as the voice fell, the watch space began to collapse.

The broken space gives people an inexplicable sense of horror.

Everything goes to nothing

When the watch space almost collapsed, Shimo felt the blur of his consciousness.

He understood that this was the light that was about to leave the Zanpakutō space.

Shimo tried to open his eyes, observing the changing world, trying to find his own Zanpakutō

In a daze, he vaguely saw an immortal throne made up of countless clocks and watches appeared in the emptiness in the distance.

Not seeing the master of the throne, but also extremely majestic!

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