Tracing the source begins with One Piece

The sun is shining and the shadows are faint.

The core area of ​​Seireitei is on the central avenue close to Shuangshou Hill.

The shadows in the corners on both sides twisted and spread, then poured down like water, converging into a deep rotating vortex in the center.

A tall and mighty figure stepped out from the shadow vortex.

Moria stretched his body, looked at the two hills of death in the distance where the spiritual energy was stirring, smiled slightly, and walked forward leisurely.

At the fork in the road, I "encountered" an unexpected person.

She was a dignified woman who couldn't help but smile like a flower when she saw him.

Do you really think you just found a random place to come out?

No, all chance encounters are caused by feelings and actions.

He knew that she had been looking for him, so in this Jingling Court where shadows were present, he appeared here as she wished, and that was it.

Moria admired the woman in front of him, admiring this woman with murderous intent and soaring sword intent. Her long dark hair seemed to be dancing in the wind in response to her murderous intent and sword intent.

When he raised his hand, there was a touch of silky hair with an indescribable sweet smell of blood.

It passed by the fingertips and fell to the ground. It was as thin as silk, but it cut and tore a micro groove, and it was so sharp that it was amazing.

"It's really an unsheathed murderous knife."

This murderous sword...

No, no matter what the captains of the Seireitei and other Shinigami who had received her medical blessings expected of this Unohana Retsu, they absolutely could not imagine it.

This dignified and respectable angel sister in white who used to be gentle, easy-going, and a little sinister has such a dark side of bloodthirsty killing.

How is this a living sword that has saved countless lives?

It's obviously a murderous knife that fights bloody battles.

This is the "Yachi-ryu" who truly masters many schools and kendos, the true source of "Kenpachi", and the real "Great Evil"!

Retsu Unohana heard Moriah's "evil" comment about the "sheathless murder knife".

Instead of being angry, she was happy, and the smile on her face became even stronger, as if the person evaluating her was her close confidant, and it was not in vain that she was going to join the Jian Huiyou who was about to kill her.

“It’s really ridiculous.”

However, although the words were modest, the tone matched with her smiling face seemed to be saying "you are sweet" and "you can talk more"...

Moriah raised his glasses and looked at the blackened royal sister who was boiling with murderous intent. He took out the exquisite scabbard of Muramasa from his waist.

He tapped the scabbard with his other hand, and a clear and sonorous sound came out leisurely.

"Hey, do you know the relationship between the sword and the scabbard?"

Maozhihua Lie suppressed her heart, she had the patience to slowly taste the powerful sword that was left on the captain of the sixth division, and now it is even more famous, and it can't be found for thousands of years.

As for the current Kenpachi, she has been looking forward to it for a thousand years. She doesn't know how long she will have to wait until he grows up enough to fight her with all his strength.

Rather than being a stepping stone, as a villain, if she had a choice, how could she be willing to be someone else's nourishment.

Only when you have no choice, you have no choice but to choose fulfillment. It is better than walking alone and lonely and embarrassed.

She tilted her head playfully, thought for a moment, gestured with her hands, and replied slowly.

"Pegging, and being fucked?!"

Watching Unohana Retsu stretch out his index finger with one hand, curling up the other hand into a hole, approaching each other back and forth, making a bad visual gesture.

Even the veteran driver Moriya suddenly couldn't stop the car, his brows jumped and he grinned.

He looked at Uozhika Retsu's expression to determine whether she did it "on purpose" or "intentionally".

It's just that Maozhihualie still smiles like a flower, and her eyes are filled with confusion as to whether she is cunning or innocent. Moria has no way of knowing the depth of it unless she has an in-depth discussion with her.

He shook his head, held the heel of the sword hilt, put his thumb on the hilt of the sword, and pushed Muramasa out of the guard, only to see the cold light reflected on his face.

"Well~ Penetration and being penetrated, that's true, but...

Just past the point of breaking, no matter how sharp the blade is, it still needs a scabbard to last a long time, right?"

Uozhihua Lie paid attention to Moria's words and deeds, and then pulled out her beloved sword and responded meaningfully.

"is it?

You want to hide me, but can you hide my sharp blade?"

A stream of sword light poured towards Moria.

Moriah couldn't help but smile, don't you understand this?

What could be more regrettable than that the other party can take what you say and respond in a flawless and comfortable way?

Uzuki Retsu's unsheathed murderous blade, who is her scabbard to protect her for a long time?

Who can grasp it?

Zaraki Kenpachi?No!

He is a sword, a sharper double-edged sword. It will never be a scabbard that can hide the sword, waiting for light to be born.

Moria used Muramasa to wave his hand casually, and chopped into pieces the crescent-shaped sword light, horizontally speaking.

"I have been waiting for the bitter wine you brewed for thousands of years.

Whether it’s killing or fighting;

Whether it's fighting or swordsmanship.

As you think, as you wish.

Bloom and let out everything you have,

You unsheathed sword,

I hid it deeply,

The flower of Mao is fierce! ! ! "

Before he finished speaking, what responded to Moria was a crimson and endless sea of ​​blood.

And the last battle post, which was the result of the fighting spirit that could no longer be suppressed——

"Haha~~ Since we have swords, there is no need for words."

Swastika solutions are all gone! ! !

The thousands of truths on his lips are ultimately no match for the sword in his hand.

Moria, who has experienced several realms, has already experienced this deeply, whether it is defeating Uchiha Madara or subduing Gilder Tezoro.

For Karetsu Maozhi, instead of being destined to be "Kenpachi"'s tool and "Kenpachi's" whetstone, she wants to fight to the end and taste the wine of the light and shadow of the sword.

Her motto has always been - "Fighting is everything"!

Facing the deeply hidden kendo sword Zen of the man in front of him, it was the pinnacle of world-class magnificence.

When she was treating the flawless sword marks on Kuchiki Byakuya and Abarai Renji, she had already understood clearly what kind of unparalleled swordsmanship they had.

There was obviously no alcohol in his knife, but she was as drunk as a dog.

Her confidence in his power is even greater than her confidence in the captain. It may be an extreme level that even the captain who stands at the top of Soul Society cannot compare to.

Therefore, fighting in a small way will only underestimate him and yourself. The best and most enjoyable battle is to use the strongest power that has not been understood for hundreds or even nearly a thousand years to fight against him.

"Everyone is gone" The moment the swastika was released, the crimson sea wave suddenly surged with blood, and there was also the long bloody blade that was unreasonably curved like a sickle.

And Moria's response, in order to put this bloody blade into his sheath, he gave the same respect, and clasped his hands together——

Under the sea of ​​blood, the shadow of the entire Seireitei was like a huge carpet, grabbed by an invisible giant hand, and then kneaded and wrapped into a giant pillar, standing in the sky and earth in the blink of an eye, spreading and eroding, ants Swallow the whale.

Awakening Skill·Netherworld Shadow Sea! ! !

Red and black!

Blood and shadow!

Two huge waves are entangled together, as if you are in me and I am in you, and they are entangled to death.

This is a story about a bloody knife being sheathed, which can be hidden or pulled out, and will last forever.

She shouldn't have fallen to Kenpachi's fate!

I said.

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