Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

He decided to keep the memory of what he had just seen to himself, and absolutely not let a third person know about it.

God knows how Akira Ruyue managed to do it; such an outrageous scene actually appeared in her memory!

Muramasa would swear on his life that he would never do such a thing to his master.

"Diamond Explosion!"

Without warning, Kuki-no-Kawa launched a new attack on Ru-Yue-Ming.

He knew very well that if he didn't get rid of this troublesome opponent, all his ambitions would be nothing but empty talk.

A massive golden-red fireball hurtled towards us, its scorching heat baking the earth.

"Muramasa, seize the opportunity!"

Urged on by Kuchiki Hibiki, Muramasa disappeared from the spot again and appeared directly beside Kisaragi Akira.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes. Since there was a problem with his memory, he would simply avoid it.

"Awaken, Zanpakuto!"

Unhooked execution, activate!

The next moment, Muramasa's vision blurred, and the world before him changed...

Regarding Kyoka Suigetsu, I feel it's necessary to explain. In the original work, Retsu Unohana noticed something amiss with Aizen's corpse. Therefore, the construction of illusions requires a foundation of knowledge. So, it's not Kyoka Suigetsu that's strong, but Aizen.

Chapter 143 Brothers Turn Against Each Other, Swords Turn Against Each Other

"This is……"

"where?"

Muramasa stared blankly at the world before him, his expression somewhat dazed.

He remembered clearly that he had used the "Hookless Strike" ability on Akira Kisaragi, and Akira had not closed off his heart, so he entered Akira's Zanpakuto world.

But the scene before us is all too real.

As is widely known, because Zanpakuto originate from the souls of Shinigami, the world of Zanpakuto is actually a manifestation of the Shinigami's subconscious.

Muramasa has seen many Zanpakuto worlds—dangerous, terrifying, thrilling, beautiful, magical—and countless others—but he has never seen one so real.

Other people's Zanpakuto worlds contain more or less fictional scenes. For example, Muramasa's own world is actually a scene of countless stone pillars standing in a lake.

No two scenes are exactly alike in reality.

Looking at everything he saw now, the scene was so realistic that Muramasa once doubted whether he had ever been here before.

Hillsides, soil, trees, country roads...

He tried to use Shunpo to move around, to explore the world, and to search for traces of his Zanpakuto.

The trees on both sides of the road grew increasingly dense, their shade hanging down, making the environment somewhat gloomy, as if dark clouds were gathering.

Finally, at the end of the road, a solemn and magnificent shrine stood.

"That guy's Zanpakuto must be in here, right?"

With this thought in mind, Muramasa stepped into the shrine.

next second.

The picture changes.

The expected offerings did not appear; instead, the sound of metal rubbing together filled the air, which, after a period of fermentation, erupted into a deafening thunderclap.

The shrine became transparent, with countless tiny black shadows weaving within it.

The endless, deep darkness flowed like viscous blood.

Heavy, fearful, painful, and desperate ink outlines and renders across the sky until everything in sight is covered in darkness.

Silence became the dominant color of the shrine.

"What's this……"

To Muramasa's horror, the floating black chains appeared before his eyes.

It stretches endlessly upwards and has no end in sight downwards.

It's like connecting the two ends of the world.

Countless intricate structures formed by spiritual pressure-level souls interlocked and moved slowly, and the deafening thunderous sound originated from here.

"Could this be the Zanpakuto of Asuka Meiji?"

Without much hesitation, Muramasa activated his ability, unleashing a burst of pale purple spiritual pressure that surged onto the chains.

However, before he could instill the idea of ​​"rebelling against the master" into his mind, Muramasa noticed something was wrong.

An overwhelming spiritual pressure crashed down, as if the sky were collapsing and the world were being destroyed.

Muramasa's pupils contracted sharply as he attempted to counterattack and defend with his own spiritual pressure. However, his proud power was like a bubble exposed to the scorching sun in the face of this spiritual pressure.

Snapped.

A cracking sound rang out, and Muramasa's body immediately twisted, his limbs and bones making a chilling cracking sound, as if an invisible giant hand had forcibly squeezed him into a ball.

As the tree-like shadows clung to it, the sphere burst with a cracking sound, and all traces were instantly erased.

After Muramasa's spiritual pressure completely disappeared, the shadow vanished, and the shrine returned to its usual silence. The black chains hovered above the offering table, still moving slowly.

The surroundings were clean, without a speck of dust.

Just like in the beginning.

…………

Before Muramasa could say anything, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, completely staining his blood-stained white coat.

His already ghostly pale face was now as white as paper, as if he were Ukitake Jushiro, who had been ill for hundreds of years.

He stared in horror at the bewildered Ru Yueming, disregarding his injuries, and immediately unleashed several times his previous speed, flashing away from his side.

"Muramasa, what are you doing?!"

Kuchiki Hibiki was unusually angry; if it weren't for the good manners he had always received, he probably would have already started swearing.

He created opportunities for him one after another, but Muramasa not only failed to seize them, but also made a mess of his own life, which was extremely infuriating.

"Xianghe, I..."

Muramasa hesitated. In fact, he didn't know what had happened, but the extreme fear emanating from the depths of his bones made him instinctively resist.

"This guy is strange; my abilities have no effect on him."

With the help of Kuchiki Hibiki's spiritual pressure, Muramasa's injuries have eased considerably.

He couldn't help but feel a little discouraged when he said this.

Faced with pursuing enemies, it is of no use at all, and instead frequently borrows its master's spiritual pressure to repair itself.

"Since our abilities are ineffective, let's deal with him in other ways!"

Kuchiki Hibiki's tone suddenly turned much colder.

Muramasa noticed this change and his expression shifted almost imperceptibly, but his deep-seated loyalty quickly overshadowed any negative impact.

Without hesitation, Muramasa, who had received Kuchiki Hibiki's order, drew his sword and slashed, shattering all the spiritual pressure surrounding his body.

It is integrated into the blade in one's hand, causing the blade light on it to burst forth with a terrifying impact.

Even if his abilities are ineffective, Muramasa can still demonstrate extremely strong combat power based solely on his own stats.

Even an ordinary Captain Death is no match for him.

Unfortunately, he encountered Ru Yueming, who defied all conventional understanding.

Seeing Muramasa roar and slash at her with his blade, Ruyueming stopped worrying about anything else and immediately engaged him in battle.

Deep purple flames erupted, transforming into terrifying pillars of fire that burned everything around them.

Black chains wrapped around her right arm, further enhancing her spiritual qualities. At this moment, Ru Yueming felt incredibly strong.

One bone!

A simple, unadorned punch was thrown.

Chains and blades clashed, metal and steel intertwined, friction ignited, and a piercing, shrill sound, like a thunderclap shattering rocks, echoed continuously.

The ground centered on the two people suddenly exploded with rings of dust, the earth groaned as if it could not bear the weight, and countless cracks were evenly distributed across the battlefield.

Kyoga Kuchiki raised his Zanpakuto, its tip pointing straight at the moon. A layer of frost condensed on the blade, and an extreme chill was brewing within it.

"Bingya Zhenglan!"

The temperature in the atmosphere plummeted!

As the blade struck, countless snowflakes erupted from the tip, surging towards the moonlit night.

Like a flood bursting its banks, everything in its path froze, covered by a thick layer of ice.

"You've come at the right time!"

Asuka Akira grinned, unleashing his spiritual pressure. He closed in, his brute body slamming into Muramasa, sending him flying backward, unable to restrain him any longer.

Looking at the approaching Ice Fang Storm, he curled his lips, turned around and dodged with a swift step, letting the extreme cold brush past him.

The hair was frozen slightly, but was quickly melted by the crimson lightning and azure flames.

The long-awaited Ice Fang Storm was not entirely useless, but it was ridiculously off target.

Xiu Mu Xiang He's eyes widened.

Completely unexpectedly, Ru Yueming, who had been recklessly charging ahead from beginning to end, chose to dodge at this crucial moment.

What's up with this kid?!

"You bastard with no mage's soul, show me what true demonic arts are."

Relying on his rapidly recovering spiritual pressure, Ru Yueming went all out, conjuring up one lightning and fire sword after another that floated in the air beside him.

The intense heat scorched the air, and crackling electric arcs flickered incessantly.