The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

The endless hell has become gray.

As the extremely thin sword light passed by, the entire space seemed to be cut off.

The surrounding void is like a broken three-dimensional mirror, falling piece by piece from the sky like raindrops. Each fragment of the shattered void is like a lens, refracting multiple distorted things and scenes, with a different kind of

The beauty of ruin.

The cyan air flow slowly rises, and the gray dust slowly descends.

It looks like the scene of the first division of chaos. The rise and fall of the clear and turbid qi reshaped the heaven and earth, and then all things were born.

Lord was dressed in white clothes that were not stained by dust. He stood in the center of the broken and twisted void. The blade in his hand turned into a spirit and disappeared. He restrained the spiritual pressure and power released around him, as if nothing had happened.

After a while, he took steps and slowly walked towards Unohana Eight Thousand Rivers.

Unohana Yachiryu lay calmly on the ground, her black hair scattered wantonly, and everything returned to its original state. The blade with an astonishing arc like the waning moon was covered with dense cracks, as if it would break at any time.

Like cracking.

Once a Zanpakutō is damaged in its swastika state, it can never be completely repaired.

Unless the Sword God personally takes action, even if Nirvana takes action, it can only be transformed rather than repaired.

Fortunately, all the Zanpakutō of the Unohana Eightsen-ryu were destroyed, and they were not damaged during the swastika release. However, if they were damaged to this extent, it would probably take a long time to completely repair them.

But compared to the damage suffered by the Zanpakutō, Unohana's own injuries were more terrifying.

In order to forcibly receive Lord's sword style, the left half of her body was almost in a state of destruction. If an ordinary person had suffered such an injury, she would have died on the spot. The reason why she is still alive is just the residual effect of the destruction.

That's all.

But if things continue like this, Mao Zhihua Baqianliu will undoubtedly die.

That sword is not just a move, but contains some kind of extremely domineering sword intent. It is extremely sharp and can cut off even space. If the Mao Flower is left alone, even if it is wiped out, it will not be able to heal that kind of injury.

"I... lost..."

Uzhihua seemed to be mumbling to herself, with one arm covering her face so that no one could see her expression.

But even so, Lord still saw the tears falling from the corners of her eyes.

"I didn't expect... I would be so incompetent." Unohana Yachiru bit her lips and tried to control her trembling voice: "It's really ironic. I have been pursuing fighting, but now I am...

In battle... you cannot use your full strength."

Lord was silent. Straight men like him knew that Mao Zhihua was just talking.

"Just by seeing my sword skills, you can copy them perfectly, and even perform sword moves that surpass the original power." Uzhihua's lip was bitten, and a trace of blood filled her mouth: "Your talent is so powerful, but because of

My weakness... restrains my instinct."

"For a swordsman, this is a great shame."

"Since you have surpassed me, you should naturally take my life and follow me to a higher truth."

"You are wrong, Mao Zhihua."

Lord shook his head, took off his white feather fabric, and draped it on the almost naked Unohana.

"Isn't it...isn't it?" Unohana Yaqianliu raised his arms, his dark eyes filled with moisture.

"I told you from the beginning."

Under the woman's puzzled gaze, Lord said calmly: What I pursue is not the reputation of being the strongest. Whether it is fighting instinct or swordsmanship, to me it is just a process and a means, not the ultimate goal.

So you don't have to blame yourself."

"What are you...what are you pursuing?" The beautiful body of Uozhihua Yaqianliu shook slightly, and his eyes showed a bit of confusion and incomprehension. He looked deeply at the man in front of him, as if he wanted to put his

The thought is the same: "Why are you swinging your sword? Where is your path?"

"You will know later..."

Lord smiled, but did not answer her question. He raised his hand and gently covered Mao Zhihua's forehead: "Everyone has their own pursuits, so I will not deny your way of survival, but I hope you can

Live well, and then use your own eyes to find things that are truly worth your life, not for that empty and boring thing...the strongest."

"How can a person like me who is burdened with sin...how else can he survive?" Unohana Yachiru murmured: "Perhaps dying in battle is the best outcome for me.

Bar."

"Well... let's change it." Lord said with a smile: "From now on, stop killing people and save other people's lives."

"Save...people?"

Maozhihua Baqianliu was stunned, and then said speechlessly: "Let a murderer save people, I really don't understand what you think."

"Hahaha, because it's very interesting."

Lord smiled playfully and said, "Besides, I really want to see you saving people. It must be more beautiful than now."

"Am I not beautiful enough in your eyes holding the sword?" Unohana Yachiru narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile.

"It's okay, it just feels too violent." Lord didn't notice the atmosphere at all, and muttered to himself: "But he is several thousand years old, and it doesn't look too good to be wielding swords and guns all day long.

Well, if this continues, no one will dare to marry you."

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped a lot, and cold mist condensed in the air.

A black energy that was so rich that it was visible to the naked eye wrapped around Unohana Yaqianliu's face, and several veins popped out of the corners of his eyes: "Then... I really... I have to thank you very much.

Ah, I came here specifically to teach an old lady who is several thousand years old!"

"Uh...that's not what I meant!"

Lord finally noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere, swallowed his saliva and waved his hands quickly, saying nervously: "Look at how well your skin is taken care of, it's soft, smooth and so white, especially with your amazing figure, you can't tell at all.

People who are thousands of years old.”

Chug tug tug......

The veins on Maozhihua Baqianliu's forehead popped out, and he smiled and said, "Where are you putting your hands?"

Luo Del was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

Oops, he was distracted by talking. In order to heal Unohana Yachiru, his hand moved down unknowingly and once again touched...the sacred twin peaks.

He can swear by his character that he definitely didn't do it on purpose!

"Hey, Lord Spirit King."

Unohana Yachiru's smile remained unchanged, and she clenched her fists: "Bite your teeth and don't let go."

Bang--!

Unparalleled strength, critical hits penetrate armor.

Lord screamed, a fist mark was printed on his eye socket, and he flew backwards several hundred meters away.

Unohana Yachiru slowly stood up, wearing the obviously ill-fitting haori, with a spring color on her cheeks, and stared at Lord with shame and anger: "If you dare to touch me again next time, don't blame me for killing you.

hand!"

"It hurts, it hurts...you are so cruel!"

Lord covered his darkened eyes and gasped in pain: "Besides, I didn't do it on purpose. Besides, I didn't get any credit for healing you, and I got punched for no reason."

"snort."

Unohana Yachiru turned her head and tugged on the white feather fabric to cover her exposed fair skin.

"Now that it has been resolved, let's go back together."

The dark circles in Lord's eyes quickly disappeared, and he stood up with a smile and issued an invitation: "I have reserved the position of captain of the Fourth Division just for you. If you want to give it a try, we can start over from now on."

"Team 4..."

Maozhihua Baqianliu's eyes softened and he chuckled, "Maybe it's a good choice."

"Then it's settled."

Seeing that she did not refuse, Lord finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then smiled lightly and said: "From now on, you will be the captain of the fourth division."

Just as Lord was about to take her away, a hand reached out from behind and quietly grabbed his sleeve.

"Um?"

Lord looked back and saw Uzhihua lowering her head: "Is there anything else?"

"Um......"

Uzhihua responded softly, lowering her head so that her expression could not be seen clearly: "Since it is starting over, why not give me a new name, and treat it as saying goodbye to the past completely. What do you think?"

"Well..."

Lord pondered for a moment, then smiled and said: "Then I'll call you Mao Zhihua... fierce, as fierce as fire, upright and steadfast."

"It's such a...name that suits me very well."

Maozhihua slowly raised her head and showed a gentle smile: "Thank you, I will cherish this name."

The most unprecedented villain in the history of Soul Society, Unohana Eight Thousand, died in the Eternal Hell.

And at the same time.

The Captain of the Fourth Division, Unohana Retsu, who is responsible for saving lives and is known for his ability to return to the path, was reborn in the Infernal Hell.