Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

He moved his body, using a complete set of era-defining criteria to judge the improvement of his spiritual qualities.

Each time the demonic path pattern is engraved, it will enhance the character to some extent.

Not only that, his spiritual pressure also increased by one level, from lv59 to lv60.

Small accumulations can have a terrifying effect.

perhaps.

In the future, I will truly be able to smash a Hollow's head with a single punch using only my pure spiritual body, without using any spiritual pressure.

Thinking of this, Ru Yueming was filled with anticipation.

Just as he was lost in thought, Aizen recounted his discovery in detail.

"I suspect there are two possibilities."

"Firstly, because of your long-term sacrificial rites, you have acquired some of Mimihagi's power."

Ru Yueming nodded, thinking that this was highly likely.

Aizen glanced at him, ignored him, and continued:

"Secondly, the black patterns originate from your Zanpakuto."

Upon hearing this, Ru Yueming's eyes widened in surprise.

"Whichever it is, based on its current performance, it is beneficial and harmless."

Aizen sighed softly, his gaze turning to Akira Kisaragi, who was holding his Zanpakuto, with a complex expression.

I thought I had enough secrets, and they were complicated enough.

But compared to this guy in front of me, he's not even in the same league.

Spirits, rituals, talents, Zanpakuto...

"If you say so..."

Asuka Akira held his Zanpakuto and grinned, "I'll soon learn the true name of my Zanpakuto, then train in its Shikai, complete its Bankai, and reach the pinnacle of my life."

"Finally, in some aspect, you've surpassed him, Sousuke."

Looking at his confident, sarcastic friend, Aizen replied calmly:

"I have mastered the initial release..."

Before she could finish speaking, Ru Yueming's expression suddenly froze, as if she had turned to stone.

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Chapter 77 Obedient children get candy

"When I close my eyes, the whole world goes dark."

"Sousuke, you said..."

As the moon shone brightly, he tilted his head back and let out a wistful sound from his throat:

"Is it possible that I am the light of this world?"

Inzen, intently studying the recipe: "..."

Ever since he told Ruyue Ming a few days ago that he had mastered Shikai, this guy has been in a state of madness, constantly talking nonsense.

He now regrets telling the other party the news.

It's not that I don't trust Ruyueming, it's just that, to some extent, this guy is a bit too annoying.

The other party didn't even ask about their own initial ability.

Asuka Akira expressed that there was no hope in life. He thought that with his hard work, the intense competition, and his cheat-like abilities, he could surpass Aizen and become the only one standing at the top.

But who would have thought that so little time had passed?

He had only been hospitalized for half a year, while others were still painstakingly injecting soul essence and communicating with each other on a spiritual level, Aizen simply pulled out his Shikai.

Take another look at yourself.

Very good, it seems that even Dao Chan is having a hard time.

It's really quite a headache.

Asuka let out a wail, she picked up her Zanpakuto with both hands, examining it carefully, trying to discern some clue from it.

Unfortunately, when he tried the sword Zen taught at the Spirit Arts Academy again, he still couldn't establish a spiritual connection with his Zanpakuto, let alone learn its true name.

"Sousuke, do you really have no secret to Shikai?"

Asuka turned her head to look at Aizen, who was focused and serious at his desk, and asked curiously.

"No."

Aizen responded casually, "It's actually very simple. Just follow what the teacher taught: first, sword meditation, then communication, and finally you can learn the true name. Once the spiritual pressure reaches the required level, you can perform Shikai."

"What, do you want to see it?"

As he finished speaking, Aizen turned slightly, his brown eyes revealing a calm expression, which met Ruyueming's gaze at that moment.

Ru Yueming gasped, then chuckled awkwardly:

"Still not..."

"Shikai is a secret of every Shinigami, not just me. If anyone asks you about Shikai in the future, you'd better find an excuse to brush it off."

"Never be like some people who foolishly reveal their abilities to the enemy."

Aizen nodded, saying nothing more.

"We can't afford to slack off any longer."

Ru Yueming suddenly got out of bed and left the dormitory.

Looking out the window at that figure who seemed to have let go, Aizen's eyes filled with contemplation.

Didn't anyone tell him that this guy is ridiculously strong now?

Judging from the spiritual pressure and the spirit's behavior when the Kido pattern was engraved, if he were to encounter that Hollow King from back then again, Yueming would not even need his assistance to confront it head-on.

If played well, it might even be possible to turn the tables and defeat it at a certain cost.

To know.

Ruyue Ming is now merely a new student at the Spirit Arts Academy.

Aizen shook his head, refocused, and continued to carefully review the cookbook he had been working on before.

This book is all-encompassing, covering many special techniques and analyses of body parts. In some ways, it is even more detailed than the textbooks of the Spiritual Arts Academy.

This knowledge is very useful for Aizen right now.

…………

Finding a quiet spot, Ruyue Ming skillfully set out the offering table and incense, first completing the daily rituals, then inquiring about the current situation in the Rebellious Bone District, and also taking the opportunity to speak with Ise Shizune.

The girl said that although the temple is not as popular as before, it is still doing well, and she reminded him to study hard and take care of his health.

After a few casual words, the communication was ended. Asuka once again placed the Zanpakuto on the altar, using a ritual to communicate with the sword instead of sword Zen.

Incense and candles were lit, bells rang, and imperial coins swayed gently.

After a brief moment of disorientation, Ruyueming's consciousness returned to the familiar environment.

Because of the previous experience with the Thunder Beast, he was prepared to pull off something big this time.

Since reasoning and appealing to emotions are ineffective, why not try using force?

Three minutes later.

Ru Yueming's consciousness returned to her body.

He stood there, stunned, and began to question the meaning of life.

Why is there such a big difference between Zanpakuto, even though they are both?

Just now, in the shrine of the Zanpakuto space, my fists were hard, but I still couldn't find where the Zanpakuto was.

A heart full of passion, yet unable to be expressed.

"That's all."

Ru Yueming sighed: "If this path is blocked, then let's not think about it anymore."

"Zanpakuto and the like will only slow down my punching speed."

…………

The First Division's barracks and dojo.

Two figures sat facing each other, staring at each other, and the atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

"You say you want to learn my old man's free-fighting style?"

After a moment of silence, Yamamoto asked, puzzled, "Why would you have such a thought?"

“A student like you should be focusing on communicating with your Zanpakuto.”

Ru Yueming: "..."

He wanted to, but his Zanpakuto wouldn't give him the chance.

Not only have I not learned his real name, I haven't even seen what he looks like yet.

After briefly explaining her situation, Asuka Akira waited for Yamamoto's reply.

Looking at the rather well-behaved boy in front of him, Yamamoto frowned.

It wasn't because Asuka Akira's current behavior didn't match his understanding, but rather because of the Zanpakuto.

Well known.

The shape, state, and abilities of a Zanpakuto are modeled after the soul of a Shinigami (death god).

The process is nothing more than accumulating experience and honing one's skills, writing the essence of one's soul into "Asauchi" and creating one's own Zanpakuto.