The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

The southernmost point of Seireitei is on the Shuangxia cliff.

A spiritual storm connected the sky and the earth, soaring into the sky, and the strong wind pressure shattered the clouds hundreds of meters in radius.

The resulting billowing storm turned into raging waves, moving from near to far with the mighty momentum of thousands of troops galloping, just like Sethus who set off huge waves in the sea water in Greek mythology, rolling up a torrent of destruction.

Terrible storm and roar.

The storm was like a chariot driven by a god, roaring wildly on this cliff.

But in the midst of such a violent storm, two figures stood tall, unaffected by the turbulent waves.

"I actually said it was a swastika..."

Even Kuchiki Byakuya, who has always been calm and composed, after hearing these words from Frank's mouth, his ice face that had not changed for thousands of years showed slight changes, and his pupils narrowed slightly by half a circle:

"Do you... know what you're talking about?"

"Haha, you look shocked."

Frank's sharp hawk-like eyes were fixed in front of him as if he was locking prey. He clenched the hilt of the sword harder with both hands and said word by word: "If you don't believe it, then use your eyes and body to confirm it for yourself."

It’s ready in no time.”

Kuchiki Byakuya's eyes were half-closed, and his eyes were extremely sharp.

The ultimate secret of the Zanpakutō is the swastika, and the names of all creatures that set foot in that realm will be recorded in the long and long history of Soul Society without exception.

But if you want to set foot in the realm of ‘Swastika’, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Even among the four high-born nobles in the Seireitei, there are very few people who have achieved this realization. You can count them on ten fingers, let alone the man in front of you.

Not to mention a noble, he wasn't even a god of death.

Although he knew very well in his heart that Frank was Lord Lord's specially selected subordinate, it was only a short year from the time he became the God of Death. This speed was simply beyond common sense and imagination!

Has he...really mastered the 'Swastika'?

More importantly, he also wanted to use his own eyes to confirm another thing.

That is whether the people in this world are really, as Lord Lord said, the 'protagonists' who have gathered the fate of the world, and whether their actions under their own will can gain the consciousness of the 'world'

tilt.

"Forget it...then let me see it."

Kuchiki Byakuya lowered his eyes and lowered his eyebrows. After thinking for a short time, he said calmly: "That's what you call the 'Swastika'."

"As you wish!"

Frank roared, and the ground under his feet was overwhelmed and began to crack and collapse.

And the majestic spiritual power that spewed out was now several times greater in size and magnitude than before, forming a huge vortex around it, swallowing everything as if it came from an abyss passage.

Feeling the strangeness coming from the bottom of his heart, Kuchiki Byakuya's face couldn't help but change color slightly, and he immediately pulled away some distance.

When he raised his head again, he was stunned by the scene that caught his eye.

I saw that the area covered by black spiritual pressure seemed to be spread by the fire from hell. Countless weird souls were twisted in shape. Amidst the shrill screams, a huge figure appeared behind a figure standing with a sword.

Skull style.

And that ominous aura was extremely strong at this time.

"卍——solution!!!"

A deafening roar, like thunder that lasted for a long time, echoed throughout the whole body.

The mighty black fang spiritual pressure surged out like a flood, instantly detonating the space within hundreds of meters. Visible to the naked eye, strong winds roared, cutting countless irregular cracks in the earth.

Wait until the smoke clears.

Only then could Kuchiki Byakuya clearly see the person in the center of the black spiritual pressure.

I saw that the outer layer of Frank's body was actually covered by a human-like white skeleton. From a distance, it looked like a pair of 'armor'. The knight's sword in his hand did not change, except for its color.

It is closer to deep black and profound.

But, it's worth noting.

The armor-like white skeleton held a strange and ominous firearm in each hand, which was made of white bones and skulls.

Is this...Frank Custer's swastika?

Kuchiki Byakuya stared at that weird posture. Even though the difference in spiritual pressure between the two was too big, he was still very vigilant.

After all, no matter what kind of swastika it is, if you are careless before you understand the truth about its ability, you will probably die.

As the saying goes: When a lion fights a rabbit, you need all your strength.

Therefore, strategically he can despise the enemy, but tactically he must pay attention to the enemy.

"Holy Avenger!"

Frank's eyes turned blood red, and his whole body and even the nearby space were surrounded by a mist of black spiritual pressure: "This is... my swastika!"

"This spiritual pressure is indeed the swastika."

Kuchiki Byakuya closed his eyes and was silent for a moment. When he opened his eyes again, murderous intent was determined in his eyes: "As a traveler, you can actually set foot in this supreme realm. You are indeed worthy of my full strength to deal with it."

"Frank Custer!"

Frank suddenly recalled in his mind what the beast-like man once told him, so he straightened his spine and said with a proud and determined look: "Remember my name, Frank Custer, and never forget it!"

When you make up your mind to kill the enemy, tell him your name.

In order to prevent the other party from not even knowing by whose hand he died after death and falling into hell.

This is the team rule of the 11th team. At this moment, not only why, Frank subconsciously abides by this rule.

Although the man who told him this rule once tried to kill him, it was precisely because he had clearly experienced the feeling of being on the verge of death that he understood this seemingly absurd team rule.

What is its actual purpose?

"Captain of the Sixth Division, Byakuya Kuchiki."

Kuchiki Byakuya held his Zanpakutō in his backhand, looked at Frank with clear and calm eyes, slowly released his hand, and said calmly: "Use your eyes to see my swastika, and then remember it in your heart.

Go deep,"

"Let go of the sword?!"

In Frank's shocked eyes, Kuchiki Byakuya actually let go of his Zanpakutō.

The moment the sword blade fell and touched the ground, the ground was like a calm lake, with ripples rising, and then the entire sword blade sank into it and disappeared silently.

Buzz~~~

As the ripples on the ground grew larger and larger, countless huge blades slowly emerged from them.

The boundless blades were separated on both sides, arranged neatly like a sacred path made of steel, and stretched along both sides of Byakuya Kuchiki to the end of his sight, as if welcoming the arrival of a certain king.

"Swastika... Senbonzakura Kageyan."

Standing in the Shinto made of steel blades, Byakuya Kuchiki spoke his name in an understatement.

The moment the words fell, the countless huge blades standing on both sides shattered silently like spring snow melting, turning into pink petals flying in the sky, hovering between heaven and earth like a vast ocean.