Naruto just wants to be a god of death

It cannot be broken and cannot be defeated.

If you try to crack it, you will suffer an instinctive counterattack.

Muramasa covered his right hand with a solemn expression, staring at the old man sitting on the stone barrier.

Really bad.

Whether it was the idea of ​​finding a way to break the seal or the idea of ​​controlling the "Flowing Blade Like Fire", they were all shattered.

The facial features are distorted, filled with resentment and disgust.

Old things are old things, and they are all ghosts and ghosts.

It seems that the only way to do it is with other people's Zanpakutō.

until late at night.

Beside Muramasa, a group of embodied Zanpakutos quietly gathered, listening to their chatter about what happened in the past hundred years.

The former group of captains have disappeared, and only three old acquaintances remain: Kyoraku Shunsui, Ukitake Jūshirō, and Unohana Retsu.

He also figured out what was going on with the special spiritual pressure fluctuation he sensed some time ago.

Rebellion and war.

A guy named "Aizen Sosuke" has mastered a kind of "Hengyu" power, breaking the boundary between the God of Death and the Hollow, in an attempt to subvert the Soul Society.

This incident also made him remember a name.

"Uzumaki Naruto".

It had only been over a hundred years, which gave him the feeling that the Soul Society had gone through thousands of years of changes.

The unattainable and extremely powerful Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni was defeated by that guy named Aizen.

and

After defeating the captain, he evolved again and became more powerful, but he was also defeated.

By the current captain of the seventh team, "Uzumaki Naruto", with the power of Shikai

"Uzumaki?" Muramasa recalled the name of the sword, "The most powerful wind-type Zanpakutō, which has the power to destroy everything."

He said, his eyes falling on "Hyōrinmaru".

The tall man with the diagonal striations on his face.

The strongest snow-type Zanpakutō.

"A power more powerful than the captain." Muramasa continued, murmuring softly, full of desire, "If I get it"

He raised his hand and stopped talking.

"Then, let's get started."

The embodied Zanpakuto spirits took action.

The Seventh Inner Guard Division was the first to react. The captain and vice-captain were away, and the affairs were temporarily handled by the third-seat Hinamori Momo.

Tianting Kongluo announced the news of the attacker.

The entire Gotei 13 team tensed up.

The last war had just ended, and now a group of enemies suddenly appeared.

"Who is it again this time!" Hitsugaya Toshiro frowned, "An Arrancar or something?"

"But Captain Naruto is not going to Hueco Mundo."

Rangiku followed him and shook her head: "It's not Arrancar or other enemies."

"It is said that they are the guys who have the power of death."

Toshiro turned around and stared at his vice-captain.

The power of death?

How is that possible!

Another Aizen?

Rangiku said no more.

The two of them moved forward in an instant and quickly arrived at the location of the rebellion.

The hinterland of Seireitei.

There were constant sounds of commotion, and forces such as frost, fire, and wind blades were raging in the building complex. Ordinary soldiers were so small and fragile in front of these powerful forces. The slightest gust of wind would make them stagger around without a trace. Unable to resist.

The tall buildings collapsed and were damaged by the fire.

The wails and screams of the gods of death, the orders and support coming and going.

Chaos makes up this picture.

The captains and vice-captains of each team are almost here.

"Who are you?" Toshiro instantly stepped in front of a god of death, and with a wave of his hand, he shattered the boulder flying towards him and looked at the brown-haired man standing high in the sky.

brown hair

Brown hair again.

Do people with this kind of hair color have any "rebellious" genes in their bones?

"Young face." Muramasa stepped on the broken spire, the waning moon of Soul Society was outlined behind him, hanging in the sky in a broken shape, just like the broken Seireitei, "White hair, short, ten Division Captain Hitsugaya Toshiro."

Toshiro narrowed his eyes.

This kind of rhetoric

Do you know the Seireitei or don't you know the Seireitei?

"Won't you say hello to me, old friend?" Muramasa glanced at the three people.

Toshiro was startled and turned to look at the other captains. Although he didn't hear their names, his eyes happened to be fixed on those three people.

The three most senior people.

"Muramasa." Kyoraku Shunsui lowered his hat and nervously pressed the Zanpakutō on his waist, "Weren't you sealed?"

Muramasa clapped his hands and smiled: "You still remember me, Captain of the Beijing Orchestra."

"Correction of your mistake."

"The only one who is sealed is Xianghe."

Xianghe?

Coupled with the name "Muramasa", it touches the depths of Kuchiki Byakuya's memory, recalling some things from his childhood, touching it slightly like a dragonfly. He has not experienced those things, but those things are indeed his A rather heavy stroke in "life".

"What's your purpose in coming to Seireitei?" Hitsugaya Toshiro drew out his sword and asked sharply.

Muramasa turned his head casually and looked at him: "You are such an impatient junior."

"Are you planning to attack me when you pulled out the knife?"

Ukitake instantly reached Toshiro's side, pressed his hand, and asked him to put the sword back into its sheath.

"He is not a Shinigami." Kyoraku Shunsui started to introduce, "He is a Zanpakutō."

Many people were surprised and turned their heads to look over.

Zanpakutō?

Could such a "human" who appeared before them alive be a Zanpakutō?

Those who have learned "Bankai" or have begun to practice "Bankai" can understand it.

The embodiment of Zanpakuto.

However,

the embodiment of this inner strength usually does not appear in the eyes of outsiders.

"When dealing with it, don't use the power of Zanpakuto."

"Muramasa's ability is to induce Zanpakuto to 'betray'."

The words are heavy, and there is still a thousand pounds weighing on their hearts.

"How is it possible!" Komamura Sajin shook his head and sulked, "Zanpakuto is the inner power that makes Zanpakuto betray."

Kyoraku Shunsui shook his head and didn't say much.

"Captain Kyoraku still underestimated me." Muramasa raised his hand high, his index finger and thumb were close together, and the tip of the crescent moon was pinched between his fingers. The black shadow rushed over and covered his face, "Maybe we haven't fought directly."

"So you don't know my ability very well."

"What gave you the illusion that Zanpakuto hasn't betrayed you yet?"

The index finger and thumb rubbed together, making a crisp sound.

After a "snap", there was a swishing sound of instant steps.

Figures emerged one after another.

Each one was a particularly familiar figure to a certain person.

Two women, one big and one small; twin boys dressed in kimonos and dressed as Onmyojis; brown hair and twin ponytails.

"What are you talking about!" Behind Kuchiki Byakuya, Abarai Renji jumped out and stroked the back of the knife with his left hand, "You are such a braggart."

"Give me your hands!"

"Roar, Jabimaru."

The spiritual pressure surged and poured into the knife, but the "shallow strike" in his hand had no reaction, and not even a little light was illuminated.

Abarai Renji was stunned and looked down at his knife.

Shikai failed?

What happened.

Muramasa let go of his hand and raised it to his chest: "I said, I have deprived you of the right to use your Zanpakutō."

He made a light move.

"Abarai Renji." Among those figures, a woman who was hiding in the back walked out. She was a "baboon"-like woman. Next to her, there was a child with a snake tail. They lived together, "We refuse to provide you with power anymore."

Abarai Renji's pupils widened.

How could he not recognize this figure.

It was exactly the appearance of his Zanpakutō after it was manifested.

"Thank you for letting me understand a truth." Muramasa crossed his arms, raised his chin slightly, and his expression and tone were consistent with arrogance, "The previous era should end."

"The god of death is the ruler."

"Zanpakutō is used by the ruler."

"Such an era should end."

Kyoraku Shunsui shook his head: "This kind of weak speech is not convincing at all."

"Then reveal something convincing." Muramasa spread his hands, leaned forward, and bit the emphasis, "Haven't you noticed that there is one less person here?"

Someone had an idea.

Muramasa seemed to understand and immediately denied: "I'm not talking about the captain of the 7th Division who went to Hueco Mundo, Uzumaki Naruto."

"I'm referring to--"

"Captain General, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni."

"Didn't you notice he's not here?"

Suifeng flashed to his side. Even without a sword, her ability to hit him by hand was still outstanding.

Muramasa had no reaction.

A golden light flashed out and took the calf that Soifeng whipped.

"Suifeng." Soifeng narrowed her eyes and stared at the guy who took her attack. "Are you really going to betray me?"

The guy with brown twin ponytails

is her Zanpakutō.

Soifeng shook her head: "Muramasa showed me another interesting and freer path."

"I don't want to be bound by your heart anymore."

Muramasa chuckled. This scene of "master and servant" killing each other seemed to make him happy and even excited.

"The first thing I did when I came to Soul Society was to capture Ryujin Jakka." He stretched his hands wider, "But that old man does have some skills and can reject my abilities to a certain extent."

"I can only seal him to prevent him from ruining my plan."

"As for now."

He stretched out his right hand, and his spiritual pressure surged.

The Zanpakutō spirits behind him lent their power to Muramasa, mixed together, and formed a more powerful spiritual pressure.

The land shattered, twisted and bulged, and dozens of pillars rose from the ground.

The Zanpakutō spirits stood on these pillars, high above, looking down.

A huge shadow fell and swallowed all the captains and soldiers.

Muramasa put his hands in his pockets, his eyes were indifferent and cold, and after scanning a circle, he finally fell on Kuchiki Byakuya and stared at him.

"It's a pity that the guy named Aizen Sosuke didn't cause you too much and too fatal damage."

"But it doesn't matter."

"A Shinigami who lost his Zanpakutō is no different from a waste."

"Before you controlled Zanpakutō, you had the illusion that you were capable enough."

"Now let me break this prejudice."

"From today on, Zanpakutō will no longer be controlled by Shinigami."