The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

At this time, a knock on the door suddenly sounded.

Yinmeng, who was enjoying a meal, was stunned for a moment when he heard the sound, and looked up at the door facing the living room.

"Who?"

Yinmeng couldn't help stuffing meat into her mouth, her cheeks were bulging out, and she looked like a greedy little hamster. She said vaguely: "We are closed today, come back tomorrow, and don't bother us!"

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"Come in."

Lord raised his eyebrows, and his eyes signaled Yinmeng to continue eating. He already knew who was coming.

As the door was pushed open, a burly and sturdy man walked in. He was wearing a black jacket and a T-shirt with a white skull printed on his chest. He had a familiar old face covered with stubble. He was clearly the Punisher.

Frank Custer!

"See you again, Lord!!!"

As soon as he met Frank, he showed great resentment and said through gritted teeth: "Do you know how I spent this time? I wiped your butt day and night!"

"No...why are you wiping my butt?" Facing those resentful eyes, Lord suddenly felt a little confused. Why didn't he remember that he asked Frank to help wipe his butt?

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"...Fake!"

The muscles in the corners of Frank's eyes twitched. When he saw Lord's expression, he understood what was going on. He immediately yelled angrily: "You damn bastard, have you forgotten me!!!"

"...No, no."

"Then why did you turn your head away?"

"Uh...that's not important."

"Fuck, I'll bet my ass that you fucking forgot!"

"Ahem...don't swear!"

Lord changed the subject with a guilty conscience: "Be careful of being struck by lightning while walking."

"Huchi... Huchi... Huchi..."

I saw Frank's chest rising and falling continuously, and his eyes turned red. He was obviously very angry with Lord. If he hadn't known that he couldn't beat him, he would have shot this guy twice in the head by now.

"Calm down, calm down."

Lord wiped the sweat from his head, glanced at Frank guiltily, and asked in a low voice: "So...what did you wipe my ass for?"

"...You really forgot!"

Frank forcibly suppressed the murderous intention in his heart, took out a mobile phone from his arms, gritted his teeth, and said: "This is the telegraph machine you gave me, and asked me to be responsible for cleaning up and guiding the souls and emptiness of New York City.

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"Uh... I remember, it seems that there is such a thing." Lord's face froze, remembering this incident, Soul Society had just been founded at that time, and there was a shortage of manpower, and souls

The quantity is not enough either.

So in desperation, Lord asked Frank to be responsible for the soul of New York District. Considering that he would have more manpower in the future, he asked Frank to do other things. However, due to various reasons, he was so busy that he completely forgot about this incident.

Got it!

"Do you know how I spent this time?!"

Frank roared angrily: "I work twenty-three fucking hours every day, run from Manhattan to Staten Island, bury the souls of hundreds of people, and kill dozens of hollows. You can suck blood better than those damn capitalists!"

One thing to say, this is indeed too much.

Lord couldn't help but sympathize with Frank. He could still persist in such a high-intensity job for several months!

But...this is not normal!

He remembered telling Nemu not to make Frank work too hard. If necessary, he could use the Soul Pill to disguise himself as the Grim Reaper and share the heavy tasks in New York City with him. How could it end up in this situation?

Lord secretly glanced at Nemu and asked her what was going on.

Unexpectedly, Yinmeng lowered her head with a guilty conscience and did not dare to look at him and Frank. Quan pretended that she had not seen them and continued to use her greasy hands to grab the ribs on the plate and fight hard.

...Obviously I forgot!

Seeing Yinmeng's behavior, Lord had already guessed the whole story.

It is estimated that Nemu was busy at the Technology Development Bureau and forgot about this incident. However, the system for issuing telegraph machines did not stop, so Frank could only continue to issue tasks. The result was that he almost killed this iron-clad man.

Drive me crazy!

Therefore, he has taken the blame.

After seeing this wave of operational capitalists, they all call themselves experts. When Huang Shiren comes, they all want to be defeated!

Lord couldn't help but cover his face and let out a long sigh: "Believe me, this is a misunderstanding. I took over a mission some time ago, so I never knew about it. Wait for me to respond to the higher ups, and someone will be sent to replace you soon."

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"You didn't lie to me?"

Frank glared at Lord angrily and said doubtfully: "Will Soul Society really send someone to take over my duties?"

"Really, absolutely true!"

Lord patted his chest and assured him: "As long as the report is submitted, within twelve hours, a new Death God will take over your job, and then it will be you to supervise them!"

"I will trust you one last time!"

Frank's mood finally got better. After he was relieved of his heavy burden, he felt relieved. He pulled out a stool and sat down: "You weren't there the last few times I came here, so I didn't come in. It's not easy to meet you this time. Hurry up and get your bottle of wine."

Take it out and let me satisfy my craving!"

"Okay, you wait."

After all, after squeezing him for several months, a few bottles of wine was nothing. Lord stood up and took out a few bottles of tequila, then handed them to Frank beside him.

"horseshoe?"

When Frank saw the wine label, his eyes suddenly lit up: "This is a good wine. I've been craving it for a long time!"

After saying that, he was not polite. After taking it, he violently unscrewed it and started blowing into his mouth.

Tons tons tons...

Hiccup~~~

After drinking the entire bottle of tequila in one breath, Frank was finally satisfied, and most of the depression in his chest was gone.

"By the way, I almost forgot about something else."

Frank suddenly remembered that he came today not just for this matter, and asked: "I have something to ask you. Recently, my Zanpakutō has been turning into a human form from time to time. Is there something wrong with it?"

"Transform into...human form?"

Lord's expression was a little stiff, as if he had thought of a possibility.

"Yes, it's a man."

Frank grabbed another bottle of wine, unscrewed it and took a sip. He wiped the liquid on his beard and said with some trouble: "And every time he shows up, he forces me to fight. What on earth is this?"

What's going on?"

"..."

The corners of Lord's eyes twitched slightly: "Are you sure... that it will fight you after it materializes?"

"Are you sure? What's wrong?"

Frank glanced at Lord in surprise, and said confusedly: "Besides, is it difficult to manifest a Zanpakutō? Just stop pretending and tell me what's going on, so I won't have to worry about it every day.

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"congratulations......"

Lord was silent for a moment, and then said slowly: "This is one of the necessary conditions for all Shinigami to learn Swastika!"