The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Seventy hours have passed since Frank entered the abyss of despair.

period.

Frank tried to climb up countless times, even using his own teeth to bite the protrusions on the rock wall, just so that he could use his hands to climb up a little more!

But even so, Frank's best record was only to climb an extra two or three meters, but the price was a good tooth.

"The time... is almost here."

Lord silently thought in his heart: "Frank... please don't force me to kill you with my own hands."

Under the abyss of despair.

Frank lay weakly on the ground, with a trace of bitterness on his face.

He was careless.

I thought that as Lord said, it would be easy to find the power hidden deep in one's soul.

But after dozens of hours and countless attempts, Frank was almost desperate, and even had a suspicion that Lord was lying to him!

Where is the power hidden deep in the soul?

In this quiet and claustrophobic darkness, Frank had called countless times, prayed countless times, and even begged...but he received no response!

Only the chain has shortened due to erosion, and now only the short section on the chest remains.

The pain of his soul and the despair in his heart all indicate his end, which will disappear just like this chain!

But Frank was unwilling to give in.

His consciousness gradually dimmed, and Frank felt as if he had had a dream.

In the dream, there were his family members and the souls of the dead who died at his hands. These scenes switched back and forth like a marquee.

Tick ​​tock...tick tock...

A cold touch came, and Frank opened his eyes and found himself lying in the ruins.

The sky was gray and it was raining heavily.

Raindrops fell on his body, cold and biting. Frank slowly got up, his eyes a little confused: "Where... is this?"

"This is your inner world."

A man wearing a white trench coat appeared, his appearance was somewhat similar to Frank.

"Who are you?"

Frank immediately became alert, and his muscles tensed up, ready for a counterattack at any time.

"Poor...pathetic..."

Frank in white said coldly: "How many times do you have to call me before you hear my name?"

Frank's eyes turned cold: "I've never seen you before. Who are you? Why do you look the same as me?"

"Haven't you seen it yet?"

Frank in white sneered, with disdain on his face: "I am you... Frank!"

"Are you me?"

An idea flashed in Frank's mind, and he suddenly thought of what Lord had said before, and subconsciously asked: "Are you the power hidden in my soul that Lord said?"

"You can say that."

Frank in white said calmly: "But to be more precise, it should be your death power."

"Very good!"

Frank's eyes lit up: "Hurry up and give me strength, otherwise I will become a monster!"

"Gives you strength?"

Hearing this, Frank's eyes in white were slightly cold, "Frank, you may have made a mistake."

"What's the meaning?"

Frank frowned slightly and asked in confusion: "Don't you belong to my power?"

"Tell me, what do you want?"

Frank in white said coldly.

"I......"

Frank was suddenly stunned, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer this question.

Yeah...what do I want?

He had never thought about this before, he just used his anger to take revenge and eliminate all evil!

But when Frank in white asked, Frank suddenly didn't know how to answer this question.

"Frank..."

Frank in white said calmly: "Do you still remember how many lives fell under your gun?

Is it one hundred or two hundred?

Or one thousand or two thousand?

What are you pursuing?

Revenge?

Or uphold justice?

Or is it just venting anger?

Tell me....Frank!

Are you an Avenger or a Punisher now?"

Frank clenched his fists and veins popped out on his forehead: "What difference does it make?"

"There is a difference..."

Frank in white looked deeply: "I need to know your answer. Tell me your truest answer, Frank!"

Frank was silent.

Just like Frank in white said, many times, he has no idea what he is doing.

Is he an avenger consumed by rage, or a punisher who carries out justice?

Frank lowered his head, his eyes full of loneliness, and murmured to himself:

"I was in despair...

I have also been lost...

Whenever I think back to that day, when the evil bullet penetrated their chests, my anger cannot be contained, and it is almost swallowing up my reason!

I am certain......

As long as there are interests in this world, evil will never be eliminated. This is an isolated and never-ending war!

Anger is my bullet!

Hatred is my blood!

And justice... is my belief!

Since law and order cannot judge, then I will be the punisher to uphold that ridiculous and pale justice!

Fight violence with violence, return blood with blood!

This isn't revenge...it's punishment!

The guilty must be punished!"

Frank's eyes were red and he roared almost like a roar. The invisible spiritual power was vibrating, setting off a tornado that reached the sky!

"Remember what you believe at this moment..."

Frank in white showed a smile, with a trace of relief and a trace of pity:

"Call...Frank!"

"Call...my name!"

...

boom!!!

A blazing meteor shot straight into the sky from the bottom of the pit, and then quickly fell to the ground!

"oh?"

Lord raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a smile: "It seems you succeeded, Frank."

Frank is wearing a black trench coat, with a huge white skull printed on his back, and holding his own Zanpakutō in his hand!

Different from Lord's Zanpakutō, Frank's Zanpakutō is shaped like a standard Western knight sword.

This sword has no gorgeous appearance or gorgeous decorations. It is just an ordinary and simple sword that can easily be ignored!

"This sword..."

Lord's eyes fell on the knight's sword, and he was slightly surprised.

The Zanpakuto is the embodiment of its soul. In other words, its style, appearance, and abilities are all related to the individual's soul.

But Frank's Zanpakuto turned out to be an ordinary Western knight sword, which was somewhat beyond Lord's expectation.

"Thank you."

After Frank thanked Lord, he turned to look at the sword in his hand and murmured: "Is this... my power?"

"congratulations."

Lord clapped his hands and applauded, saying: "From today on, you are no longer Frank the Punisher, but Frank the God of Death!"

"Ah......"

Frank grinned, shook his head and said: "I prefer the title Punisher to the title of Death."

"Then the third lesson~"

Lord pulled out the knife from his cane and pointed it at Frank: "Let me see your Zanpakutō abilities."

Rather than calling Frank the God of Death, he was more curious about what this seemingly ordinary sword could do.

"OK!"

Frank didn't object and said with a smile: "I almost got killed by you, so it's not too much to let me chop you twice, right?"

Lord smiled and said: "If you can do it."

"Be careful, Lord."

Frank stroked the blade of the sword with his rough hand, and with a heavy look in his eyes, he whispered: "This is my first time using it. I won't be responsible if I kill you!"

"bring it on!"

Lord's eyes narrowed slightly, and the huge spiritual pressure was released instantly, like a landslide and a tsunami, rolling up waves of wind and waves out of thin air!

Frank held his sword across his chest, glared angrily, growled, and said:

"Justice is pale and humble, but it is by no means powerless!"

"The beginning of solution - Pale Justice!!!"