Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

Only Ru Yueming scratched his head and cheeks, as if he had lice on his body.

He couldn't understand why, even though he had followed his teacher's instructions and even had Aizen teach him the relevant techniques, he still couldn't master the most basic sword Zen.

Ru Yueming stared blankly at the blade resting flat between her knees.

The shape, abilities, and state of a Zanpakuto are all forged based on the soul of a Shinigami.

Shinigami gain power by knowing the name of the Zanpakuto given to them and by engaging in a spiritual dialogue with it.

To be precise, the blade in front of me cannot be called a Zanpakuto, but should be called an Asauchi.

Shinigami need to be with Asauchi day and night, constantly honing their skills to inscribe the essence of their soul into Asauchi, thus creating their own Zanpakuto.

However, all Ru Yueming wanted to say was that he understood the reasoning.

The question is, how do you inscribe the essence of the soul into a Zanpakuto?

It's like this: behind the door is the Shin-O cafeteria and the Shin-O girls' dormitory. As long as you open the door and walk in, you can enjoy endless happiness.

But how do I open the door?

Conventional sword-wielding techniques were completely ineffective for Ruyueming.

He crossed his arms, stared at his ashen-faced body with a furrowed brow, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

"Damn it, even Mimi and Hagi aren't as hard to communicate with as you..."

Ru Yueming muttered fiercely, but at that moment, a flash of inspiration streaked across his eyes like lightning.

"and many more!"

"Speaking of which, what would happen if we used methods meant for communicating with gods to communicate with our Zanpakuto?!"

Think about this.

As Yueming gazed at the blade between his knees, his eyes burned with fervor!

Chapter 11 Breaking Common Sense, in the Name of Kisaragi Palace Master!

How to communicate with the gods.

Praying for blessings, offering prayers, and conducting sacrifices.

Unlike the Ise family, a family of priests, the Nikoku Shrine was too small and remote, so there were not many ways to communicate with the gods.

Ru Yueming only knew about these three methods.

The most common of these are prayer and sacrifice.

The specific method was taught to him by Ise Shizune.

Having made up her mind, Ruyueming immediately stood up, completely ignoring the strange looks from the Dao Chan teacher, and left the dojo with her shallow sword.

The moment he stepped out the door, Aizen opened his slightly closed eyes.

As he watched Ru Yueming's disappearing figure, a look of doubt flashed in his eyes.

What's gotten into this guy now?

Considering that Ruyueming often does some bizarre and illogical things, skipping class occasionally is nothing.

"This kid is getting more and more undisciplined!"

Seeing that the person had gone far away, Master Dao Chan muttered something under his breath in dissatisfaction.

He wanted to stop them, but considering the disparity in strength between the two sides, he swallowed his words.

After all, what that kid Ruyueming is holding now isn't a bamboo knife.

It's actually a genuine shallow strike.

Although it has not yet been infused with the essence of the soul to become a true Zanpakuto, its toughness and sharpness are already unmatched by bamboo swords.

If this reckless fellow gets carried away with his passion, he, the Dao Chan Master, will become a victim of his blade.

For your own safety, it's better to be a little cowardly in critical moments.

"Teacher, I'll go and bring him back."

After much hesitation, Aizen decided to go and see what Akira was planning to do.

After obtaining his teacher's permission, he quickly left the dojo.

Following the traces of the moon-like spiritual pressure, Aizen tracked the creature all the way to the vicinity of the dormitory.

However, what happened next once again refreshed his worldview and his understanding of the diversity of the world.

Ru Yueming had placed amulets all over the table, candles were burning, and the atmosphere was both eerie and sacred.

A huge black monocular eye is engraved on the banner next to it, and a brass bell swings and rings, producing a crisp sound of metal clashing.

Then he carefully placed his own ashes in the spot where the gods should have been worshipped.

Then, under Aizen's puzzled gaze...

On ordinary days, he was as carefree and nonchalant as Yue Ming, but suddenly he seemed like a different person, becoming serious and earnest.

He exuded a strong charlatan-like aura, just like a real priest.

"This guy……"

Aizen pondered, "Could it be that he's planning to use a ritual to achieve sword Zen, thereby connecting with his Zanpakuto?"

As intelligent as he was, he could roughly tell what Ruyueming was planning to do just by looking at the preparation stage.

Besides being knowledgeable and well-informed, he also had a deep understanding of Ruyue Ming.

Because of his way of doing things, Ruyueming only had Aizen as a friend in the Spirit Arts Academy.

But isn't Aizen the same?

Who would dare to provoke someone who is even remotely associated with Ru Yueming?

Even Fengrun, who was a teacher, was fortunate enough to get a private room in the infirmary, so the others dared not get too involved with Ruyueming.

"In the name of the Moon Goddess, a sacrifice is performed..."

As the moonlight shone, her ten fingers fluttered like butterflies, forming strange yet sacred hand seals. While chanting incantations, she also meditated on the object of her worship.

So, what should the image of a Zanpakuto be?

Is it just a knife?

Countless images surged in his mind, only to be shattered as soon as they formed.

While it's unclear whether this method will work, it's certainly not something you can get away with by simply imagining a Zanpakuto in your mind.

Suddenly, information about Zanpakuto flashed through his mind.

Since it is essentially built from the soul of the Grim Reaper, is it possible to replace the object of the sacrifice with oneself?

Communicate and have a dialogue with yourself.

As the moon shone brighter, it reflected the flickering candlelight, as if brilliant stars were slowly taking shape within it.

Once the object of the sacrifice has been determined, the subsequent sacrificial ceremony is carried out using a shallow mortar as a medium.

As the brass bell rang, a sudden gust of wind swept through the room, lifting countless objects into the air, where they collided and shattered.

Asuka Akira pours all his spiritual pressure into the bell, using this method to awaken the "deity" he needs to communicate with.

In the darkness, it seemed as if an invisible thread connected his soul with Asada.

Upon seeing this, Aizen's eyes widened, and his usually calm demeanor was replaced by disbelief and astonishment on his slightly immature face.

Surprisingly, it actually succeeded.

They replaced sword meditation with ritualistic practices to establish communication between the Shinigami and the Zanpakuto.

How does this guy's brain work?

They actually came up with such an outrageous idea!

Surge, multiply, explode!

The instant the soul connected with Asauchi, the moon-like spiritual pressure began to surge violently, even forming a tangible oppression that covered the entire dormitory.

If he had the time and inclination, he would have noticed—

The data on his personal panel was also changing rapidly.

【灵压：lv22、lv23、lv24、lv25、lv26……】

The numbers keep soaring, as if there's no limit.

Compared to the changes in the panel, the impact of its spiritual pressure on the outside world is even more shocking.

The wooden floorboards cracked layer by layer, and the wallpaper and walls were torn apart layer by layer by the wind, swept into the chaotic gale, and shredded to pieces by the scattered and crashing objects.

What's even more puzzling is that the loudest sound in the room wasn't the howling wind, but rather the dull thuds coming from Ru Yueming's body.

That is--

The beating of the heart!

It was as if lightning from the sky had struck his chest, surging and reverberating as if it were about to burst his chest.

Aizen's expression changed repeatedly.

Sure enough, not following the expected path leads to completely different results.

Ru Yueming, who did not follow the usual path, found herself in an unfamiliar situation.

Even though he got a perfect score in history class, he had never heard of anyone experiencing such a shocking change after communicating with a Zanpakuto.

The spiritual pressure was still rising.

His spiritual pressure soared from that of a standard Shinigami soldier to that of a seated officer.

[Spiritual Pressure: lv45]

Twelfth-rank spiritual power!

In contrast, Ru Yueming's eyes were only white, and his expression was dazed and blank, like a wooden figure.