The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Jingling Pavilion.

A ray of sunlight shone into the house through the window. Frank, who was lying on the bed and covered with bandages, slowly opened his eyes.

What catches the eye is the old wooden ceiling.

The joints between the ceilings have been raised due to rainwater damage because they have not been repaired for many years. If you look closely, you can still see the traces of moths left on the wooden boards.

This is a loft with very simple furnishings.

Except for the bed and bedding that were pieced together from wooden boards at random and were a bit shaky when sleeping, there was only one chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the entire attic.

Although the decoration is very simple, Frank feels at ease because this is the Jingling Pavilion.

"I...am not dead?"

This was the first thought that came to Frank's mind, but then the severe pain made him take a breath of cold air, feeling as if all the bones and muscles in his body had been run over by a car.

This is good news.

Because he can feel pain, it proves that he is still alive!

Living is a good thing, but it is also a pity...

Memories emerged bit by bit, and a dim light flashed in Frank's eyes. After all, he still failed to avenge Gwen.

Frank sighed and sat up from the bed.

Looking at only half of his left arm and the bow-tie-style bandage, Frank couldn't help but show a dumbfounded expression.

This little girl-like bandaging technique is clearly done by Nemu.

If he had followed his habits, the wasted bandage on the big bow would be enough for another bandage.

Frank was not sentimental about losing his arm. After all, under the circumstances, it was already a miracle that he was still alive.

Get up and get dressed.

Frank packed up and came downstairs.

In the living room.

Yinmeng was holding a large bowl of ice cream, sitting on the sofa with bare feet, eating and watching TV, and said intently: "You don't have to move around for a while, otherwise if the wound collapses, don't come to me again."

Frank looked bitter, nodded, and said: "Where is Lord? I have something to ask him."

Yinmeng raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the underground space: "Brother is at the amusement park, but I suggest you wait until later."

"Why?" Frank asked confused.

"Brother is doing the 'Knife Zen' and you don't like to be disturbed. Don't blame me for not reminding you. If you don't want to get beaten, it's best not to go." As Yinmeng spoke, he downed two more spoons of ice cream and his eyes were still wet.

Staring at the cartoons on TV.

"Then I'll go downstairs and wait for him." Frank glanced at the TV, which showed Tom and Jerry, shook his head and walked towards the underground space.

In the playground.

Lord was sitting cross-legged on a flat ground, with his Zanpakutō placed across his legs, his eyes closed tightly as if he was meditating.

As soon as Frank came down, Lord opened his eyes.

"It still doesn't work..."

Lord sighed, a look of helplessness flashed across his eyes.

He insisted on talking to his Zanpakutō every day, but every time without exception, he was forcibly 'kicked' out of his inner world.

Is there any worse death than him?

It is estimated that in the entire history of Soul Society, there are only a few people who were rejected by their own Zanpakutō, right?

But that's okay!

Who told him to covet other people's abilities? As long as he perseveres, the Zanpakutō will obey him sooner or later!

Seeing Frank walking towards him, Lord calmed down, raised his head and asked, "You came to me to ask what happened that day?"

Frank nodded and said in a deep voice: "Yes, I would like to ask, how are Kingpin and that Xu?"

Lord sighed slightly and said the words he had prepared: "Unfortunately, when I arrived, I could only have time to save you. As for Kingpin... he was taken away."

Frank's expression changed slightly, and he asked doubtfully: "Who took Kingpin away?"

"It's a Quincy..."

Lord said regretfully: "Hasward suddenly appeared and took Kingpin away."

Hasward....

Upon hearing this name, Frank's heart suddenly sank and his face turned ashen.

Although he didn't witness the last battle in New York, he felt the terrifying spiritual pressure from dozens of streets away, as if it was about to crush his whole person. It still makes him feel...

The memory is still fresh!

An enemy that even the captain couldn't stop, it was even more impossible for Lord to stop him.

Frank asked again: "Where's the virtual one?"

Lord shook his head and sighed: "Unfortunately, when the emptiness saw me coming, it had already escaped through the emptiness cavity."

escaped......

This result made Frank really unacceptable, and he shouted in surprise: "Are you kidding? With your strength, you can actually make it escape?"

Lord didn't even raise his eyelids, and said angrily in a cold voice: "Speaking of this, I would like to thank you. If you hadn't given it an arm, it wouldn't have been able to evolve into Achiukas, let alone

It may open a hollow cavity.”

"..."

Frank was speechless, completely speechless.

What Achiukas means, he has seen from "One Hundred Things the God of Death Must Know". He already has a human-level IQ, so it is normal to see Lord running away.

By the way.

This book was compiled by Nemu, and the content is about some common sense issues about Shinigami and Hollows.

"And one more thing."

Lord took out a mobile phone from his arms, threw it to Frank, and said: "Hold this mobile phone, don't lose it."

"What is this for?" Frank asked with a puzzled look on his face as he caught the phone and fiddled with it a few times.

"This is called a messenger machine." Lord said calmly: "Each team in the Soul Society is a machine used to convey orders to the living God of Death and detect surrounding spiritual bodies."

Frank looked at his phone and suddenly had an ominous premonition: "You gave me this, didn't you mean..."

"That's right!"

Lord nodded solemnly and said: "The order from Soul Society has been issued. From today on, you are the official Death God in charge of the New York area."

Frank's mouth twitched: "New York...I'm responsible?"

Lord nodded and said: "Yes, like the salvation of spiritual bodies, killing some voids that have invaded the world, these tasks are all under your control."

"Wait a minute..."

The amount of information was a bit overwhelming for a while. Frank covered his forehead and asked, "I've done it, so what do you do?"

Lord looked like he should take it for granted: "Of course I am responsible for supervising you."

"Do you know how big New York is? Even if I'm a god of death, I can't do it even if I'm exhausted!" Frank took a few deep breaths to avoid being pissed off.

"It's okay~"

Lord showed a kind smile: "The God of Death will not die of exhaustion, and there is no eight-hour work system in Soul Society."

"But... what will happen if I don't finish it?" Frank was still a little unwilling and tried to struggle again.

"will die."

"..."

Frank was in a trance, feeling as if he had joined a black-hearted company.

There are no holidays...

There is no eight-hour work day...

No bonus or salary....

It works 24 hours a day, every day of the year. If you dare to ask for leave, you will die. Capitalists will call you an expert if you see it!