Chapter 6969 Ending Everything
In the past, I had gritted my teeth countless times during training and cursed the ruthless old man in my heart.
It’s not that I think I can’t do it, but because he always frowns and says that I’m not doing it well enough.
But now, at this critical moment, the indignation and confidence in my heart have disappeared, and instead, I am worried about whether I can really succeed.
The heat gradually receded, the bright red flames around me gradually fading, but I could feel the knife in my hand becoming scorching hot. The blade, originally scorched red, slowly turned black.
"oh?"
"Concentrate all the temperature at one point?"
"Hmph, in vain!"
A strange mist kept coming out of the big mouth on his arm. Sensing that something bad was going to happen, I took several steps back and got out of the attack range of both sides.
It is not difficult to improve my spiritual pressure, but it is a bit difficult for me to gather them all together and control them.
At this moment, my skills in manipulating ghost arts seemed to have completely failed. Feeling the rampaging spiritual pressure, I frowned and gritted my teeth, continuing to increase the temperature of the blade.
Even at this critical moment, I suddenly remembered the conversation I had with Captain Kyoraku long ago.
"Master Shan's swastika?"
"Hmm, kind of wonder what it's like."
The man who was sunbathing with me in the courtyard scratched his chest with a smile. "It can't be helped. Who says Soul Society is so peaceful these days? But seeing it wouldn't be a good thing, Homura."
It is said that the old man's Shikai (Shikai) is a blanket of flames, while his Bankai (Zanpo-dachi) directs all heat to the blade, evaporating most of the moisture in Soul Society's air. Even approaching would risk burns from the intense heat.
"...They're all fire-type Zanpakutō. Will I ever be able to master a special move like that?"
Captain Kyoraku didn't laugh at my innocent words, but just touched my head gently.
"How about you work towards that goal?"
Just watch, old man, I won’t lose!
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On the empty, frosted street, a young man ran, followed by two figures, one tall and one short.
"Hey! Jiu Jing! It's too dangerous, walk slower!"
A blond boy of similar height to him was holding a Japanese sword. His face was slightly bruised and his clothes were torn from the battle.
"Well, Ango, don't worry. There shouldn't be any threats in Araoenji right now."
The blond boy was accompanied by a short-haired man with squinty eyes. His right arm was bare, and his left hand was resting on his chin. Even as he walked along the ruined and wrecked streets, he looked relaxed, as if he was just taking a stroll at night.
A few minutes ago, Jiu Jing Saburo, who was originally staying in the barrier, suddenly had a sudden idea and said that he wanted to go and see how his sister was doing.
"ha?!"
His request was naturally rejected by the individuals within Araeunji, given the current state of the battle. Benten, one of the four great warriors, was injured, Kirara was a normal human, and Konnosuke, though unharmed, was a spectator who enjoyed the fun. The only ones present who could protect him were Shimane Ango and his master, whose strength was unknown.
Although some of Bishamon's Tengu have retreated and the Hollows have been mostly wiped out, who knows if the pharmacist who developed Zone-00 has any backup plans?
"Oh, that's not impossible, but remember to stand further away when watching the game."
However, what everyone did not expect was that the unknown god of death who looked mysterious and shamelessly said that he wanted to study ghosts actually agreed with Kyujo Saburo's idea!
"And just in case, please ask Shiman-kun and Ichimaru-san to go with him."
Without giving the monsters a chance to retort, the man held down his hat and looked at the red-haired boy who pursed his lips with his green eyes.
"After all, this may be the last time you and Miss Jiu Jing see each other."
"Hey, Master."
"Um?"
Recalling the merchant's last, cryptic words, Shimane Ango gripped the knife tightly in his hand: "What does 'last meeting' mean..."
"Where should I begin?" the man raised his head slightly. "I think you probably understand now that Homura has been a Shinigami from the beginning, right?"
"Death gods are indeed beings that possess spiritual power and can be transformed through training, but they are still different from humans in this world. Ever since that girl regained her memory, her spirit has gradually become a Death god."
Ichimaru Gin spoke at a slow pace, but it made the boy's heart sink gradually.
"That is to say, she will eventually return to Soul Society one day, and the more frequently she fights with her Zanpakutō, the more obvious this tendency will become."
So, this is farewell.
"Well, of course, that depends on what the girl herself wants." He let out a soft "ah" and appeared beside Jiu Jing Saburo in the blink of an eye. "Alright Saburo-kun, we can't go any further."
"Wow! Mysterious! Master, you were in the back just now, right? Was that teleportation?"
"Well, it's just faster."
The three of them climbed up the emergency stairs to the rooftop of the tall building. The view from here was wider, allowing them to just see the two figures fighting in the sky.
However, there was already someone waiting there before them.
He was a tall young man dressed in a black kimono, his hands and feet encased in ice. He had silver-white hair that spiky upwards, and his eyes, gazing at the others, were the same emerald green as Benten and Shiman. However, compared to the other two, the silver-haired young man's eyes were more like the emerald green of a winter tree, tinged with a melancholy coldness.
"I thought Captain Hitsugaya would be with her."
Hitsugaya Toushirou glanced at the smiling visitor and frowned out of habit. But remembering his lieutenant's expression and the solid punch he'd received, he sighed helplessly and turned back to continue watching the battlefield in the air.
"Homura will be distracted if I stand there."
"Hitsugaya... Hitsugaya Toushirou?" The red-haired boy looked at him blankly, "You are Homura's boyfriend."
As soon as he said this, Zhiwan remembered that he seemed to have heard his good friend mention this a long time ago.
At that time, they were not very familiar with each other, and he happened to be preoccupied with something, so he only listened to Sanlang's nagging. After all, it was mostly about his sister.
The man who appeared in the boy's mouth, who was like a dragon that was hard to find, whose job was a mystery, who was very good at fighting, who suddenly saved Homura and suddenly became her boyfriend, seemed to be named Hitsugaya?
"You must be Yan's brother, she is under your care."
Why, judging by his tone, why are they the ones being thanked?! Wait, he's the God of Death, which means...
"I haven't seen you for a few years. You've grown a lot, Captain Hitsugaya."
The young man glanced at someone who he considered a nemesis and said, "You haven't changed at all. Wasn't the punch from Matsumoto enough?"
"Ahaha, that's still enough."
"Are you taking Homura with you?"
Suddenly, the rooftop fell into silence.
Zhi Wan looked at his friend who had suddenly thrown out a question, and lowered his eyes without saying a word. The boy didn't even have the interest to stop the other party, because this was also the question he wanted to ask.
The man frowned slightly, then locked eyes with the boy for a few seconds before the serious expression faded. "That's not something I can decide," he said, his spiritual pressure fluctuating in the air. He looked up, "The choice is hers."
"But she likes you." Jiu Jing Saburo blinked, and the miasma dissipated. In the moonlight and the firelight, his eyes still shone with a faint silver. "I've never seen her like someone so much."
Hitsugaya frowned this time and looked at Kujo Saburo seriously. "If I like someone, will I definitely go with him? Besides, she'll be happier when she's with you in this life."
Like an ordinary girl, she went to school, celebrated holidays with her family, and made new friends at school. Every day was ordinary yet fulfilling. The sword gave her a warm childhood, the Jiujing family gave her irreplaceable family love, and school and her new friends taught her the meaning of friendship.
In Soul Society, the void that took a long time to fill in the Soul Society, took only a dozen years in the real world.
"She won't leave."
What was left for the two was the young man's resounding answer.
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The air suddenly exploded beside my ears, making my eardrums buzz.
However, what was even more piercing was the enemy's incessant roar.
"Impossible, impossible!"
"Why haven't you fallen yet!"
"Of course it's because I'm better than you!"
The black blade cut through the flashes of light and the poisonous mist, the spirit particles under my feet continued to condense, and my instant steps became faster and faster.
It’s not enough, faster, faster.
“Arrogant!”
"Our evolution is endless!"
Even though the knife handle was incredibly hot and his body was corroded by the poisonous mist, causing him to feel stinging pain, his wrist continued to accumulate strength, just as he had learned during practice.
Evolution truly is endless.
I was also impressed by the Arrancar's determination to achieve his goals by any means necessary, and to accumulate strength and become stronger.
But this is not a reason to be greedy!
"Damn Death!"
"A mere fragment, as long as it devours you, we will definitely, we will definitely—"
"What will it be?"
For a moment, the world stopped in my eyes.
I saw the Arrancar lunging at me, the Hollows being split into tiny Hollow projectiles, and the raging poisonous mist before me.
But you can't avoid it, because the time has come.
Holding the hilt of the knife with both hands, I raised my foot and suddenly rushed towards the creature in front of me!
The blade slashed without hesitation at the enemy's fatal weakness exposed in front of his eyes.
Hit the target with one strike.
“How…how could it be…”
The moment the blade hit the body, there was no burning, no explosion. The horrible body silently turned into spirit particles and evaporated like water vapor.
"Your knife—"
Without giving him a chance to speak, I swung the second knife without hesitation.
"Bye now."
As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling light surged out from Daxu's body, and the body suddenly exploded.
The flames wrapped around my body, illuminating the dark night sky. Although I could feel the heat, I was not burned.
Because Kagutsuchi's fire was not created to harm me.
I opened my mouth, but found that no sound came out. I suddenly felt all the strength drained from my body, my feet went weak, and I fell from mid-air.
The feeling of weightlessness lasted only a brief second before someone embraced me. The scorching spiritual pressure was also enveloped by the cold air.
"...Winter, Toshiro."
I looked at him, who had transformed into an adult, trying to convey his words with his numb tongue.
"I, I succeeded."
"Yeah, I know."
He smiled, very gently. I wanted to raise my hand to touch his face, to ask if he was tired, if everyone was okay, but my consciousness gradually faded.
"Go to sleep, Yan, it's okay."
I fell into a sweet dream.
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The author has something to say: In fact, compared to the people in the real world or swords, the person who knows flames best is Xiaobai.
If she were given the chance to choose, she really wouldn't leave. Just like Xiaobai said, does liking someone mean you have to give up everything and leave with him?
Hinamori wouldn't, Rangiku wouldn't, and Homura certainly wouldn't. Even if it happened to Yoruichi, it was because Urahara was in danger and was slandered.
Everyone has his or her own persistence, will and ideas, which do not conflict with emotions.
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