[Death Shirazaki] Draw your sword, girl

AChapter 5

"Thorn-"

The huge pressure soared, and the little gangster felt as if he had lost his breath for a moment. With a sound of "Peng", something hit his chest, and the huge force made him roll a few times, rolling off Chu Mobai's body. The three gangsters ignored the accomplices in their hands, the huge pressure made them unable to say a word, and the thing in front of them was too horrifying - a long light, Chu Mobai's hand was held in the middle of the light, Slowly stood up from the ground.The dazzling light was extremely dazzling, but after it gradually dissipated, it turned out to be a knife wrapped in a scabbard.

Chu Mobai's body began to tremble, and inexplicable disgust and fear filled her heart, but mixed with gratitude and guilt, her expression became a little distorted and weird.

Why just holding the scabbard, she felt as if she had lost everything.

The four little gangsters saw that the situation was not good, and the yellow-haired one bluffed, "Stinky girl, you wait, I won't let you go!"

After finishing speaking, he quickly grabbed his injured brother who was almost unconscious and left with the other two.

Chu Mobai didn't speak, and her left eye was covered by slanted bangs, she looked at them who fled in a panic with her right eye, there was no wave in her black pupils, and her calmness made people frightened.

As soon as the four of them left, Chu Mobai dropped the knife almost subconsciously. It seemed that what she had been holding was not a life-saving knife but a murderous knife. She opened her eyes wide, and finally a dark light appeared in her calm eyes. Fearing, she slowly hugged her body, squatted down slowly, and then began to tremble, her eyes gradually became a little loose, and her spirit seemed a little confused, she began to talk to herself, murmuring like a madman, " I took the knife... I killed again... Mom... I'm so scared..."

Some vague scenes flashed in her mind from time to time, like some broken and silent mime, Chu Mobai couldn't see anything clearly, but felt that he saw some people, some horrible things, and blood...

She had lost the strength to think about what it was.

Everything in chaos, people yelling, crying sadly, and humming helplessly.She couldn't hear these, but she was able to dub them herself, as if they had been circling in her mind millions of times, so clear and terrifying.

Chu Mobai began to gasp for breath, accompanied by coughing, as if he had seen some terrible succubus.It took a long time for her to calm down slowly. The night breeze was cool, and she finally came out of her dream and sat on the ground a little sluggishly. It took a long time for her to move her neck.The bones creaked and were stiff.But Chu Mobai was very happy.

Because this proves that she is still alive and healthy, her neck has not been cut off by a knife, she is living very healthy.

She raised her neck slightly, and stared blankly at the knife she had thrown away. The scabbard had returned to its original blackness, and the silver-white fringe was as beautiful as a dream. She called the name of the knife, and this A knife appeared, but it did not come out of its sheath.

Then, under the gaze of her eyes, the unsheathed knife slowly turned into dust and disappeared with the wind.

Because, do you know that she is unwilling to draw the knife...

Therefore, it is no longer out of the sheath.

Chu Mobai looked at her hands, and after a long silence, she slowly stood up, then patted the dust on her body, turned and walked towards her "home".

It doesn't matter... She doesn't feel guilty or anything.

She said that if she can't draw a knife, she can't draw it!

"Awkward trash."

Shirasaki's voice sounded harsh.

night.

After Chu Mobai fell asleep, without accident, he still came to the barren grassland.

This time she was very calm, although seeing Bai Qi's appearance, her legs were still a little weak, but it was much better than yesterday, and there was no Zanpakuto in her hand.

"Yo, long time no see." Bai Qi sat on the grass, the dry grass was lifeless.He squinted his eyes and smiled happily.

There is no sense of sarcasm, what a hell in broad daylight.

Chu Mobai thought for a while, "It's not too long, maybe an afternoon."

Shirasaki snorted, "He's really a boring person. But... I have a question to ask you, rubbish."

"..." It turned out to be like this.Chu Mobai endured it, "I have a name."

"When you have the strength to let me call your name, you can say this again, trash." Bai Qi glanced at her, his golden eyes were full of contempt.

Hearing this, Chu Mobai's expression froze, she stood there a little stiffly, "...what do you want to ask."

She originally wanted to say, then you will never be able to call me by my name for the rest of your life.But think about it, there is still no need to say this. Whether others want to call your own name is the freedom of others, and the standard is also the standard of others. There is no need to argue with yourself for a name.

She doesn't want strength, she just wants to be safe and secure now - she always knows what she wants, so she has always been satisfied.

"I want to ask you, what do you think of Zanpakuto?" Shirasaki took out the enlarged version of his kitchen knife from behind, and the black cloth strips suddenly scattered, and the black and white Zanpakuto exuded a fierce aura , as if to cut everything under the knife.

"... Zanpakuto?" Chu Mobai thought for a while, "Is that knife that suddenly appeared called Zanpakuto?"

"It's just the name of a species. Each Zanpakutō has its own independent name. Now, only you know the name of your sword." Shirasaki lay down lazily, with his hands resting on his head. In the back, Zhanyue was casually thrown aside by him to hold the corpse. "Call Zanpakuto's name, and Zanpakuto will appear in your hand."

"So, what do you think of your own Zanpakuto?" Shirasaki stared at her with a half-smile.

Chu Mobai suddenly felt creepy.Sure enough, being stared at by that kind of eyes is really a bit painful.Those golden eyes with black pupils are really weird.Chu Mobai tried to move his mind away from his eyes, and began to think about his question.

How do you view your Zanpakuto?

"...it's a beautiful knife."

"Garbage is garbage and only looks at the surface." Sarcasm.

"It seems to be very powerful." Ignore it.

"It's a pity that I met a cowardly person." Laughed.

"It...very, responsible." After thinking for a long time, Chu Mobai took out another adjective.

"Yo, responsible?" This time it was simply sarcasm, "It is really a very responsible knife, even if it is abandoned by its master, it will be slapped on it."

"If a powerful knife is wrapped in a scabbard, it loses its meaning as a knife." Shirasaki smiled, his black and golden eyes gleaming with killing light and contempt, "It exists for fighting, it is every The instinct of a sword, but why to fight is the instinct used by the Zanpakuto master to choose."

"Unfortunately, your instinct seems to conflict with the instinct of all knives."

"However, as a human being, he also possesses the Zanpakuto, which is like a god of death, and can manifest the knife without leaving his body-what a powerful talent, but if it is you, no matter how powerful you are, With the power of your body, you will only display the strength of rubbish."

Bai Qi smiled, the arc of his lips was full of mockery, he stood up, holding the black cloth strip under the handle of Zhanyue knife in his hand, he picked up the knife, and pointed the tip of the knife at Chu Mobai's neck, the sharp knife The sharp cold air exudes, which makes people feel creepy.

"Are you afraid? Are you afraid?" Bai Qi asked her.

His smile began to be a bit ferocious, and his intense spiritual pressure and murderous aura also began to spread out. Chu Mobai pursed his lips and didn't say a word.

Even if she is really scared.

Even if she knew that there was Zanpakuto's protection, it would only increase her sense of guilt and guilt. The more murderous the man in front of her was, the more he blocked her, the more uncomfortable she would be.Bai Qi smiled mockingly, "The direction of the sword is to make the enemy fear, not to make yourself tremble. If you are afraid of the sword in your hand, although it is enough to prove the strength of the sword, it also just shows your weakness."

"You said, your Zanpakuto is very responsible." Shirasaki stopped his hand, grabbed the black cloth strip behind the handle, and began to swing the knife in circles, as casually as he was treating a toy, "I've never seen such a thing. The guy who needs Zanpakuto to control his body to use his power—really refreshed my worldview.”

"..."

"Yo, in this way..." Shirasaki seemed to have discovered something interesting, "Zanpakuto used you, not you?"

"..." Chu Mobai silently looked at the withered land under his feet, but said nothing.

"Tell me." Shirasaki smiled, his smile was very strange, his eyes narrowed, "Why, are you afraid of drawing a knife?"

Chu Mobai's face turned pale all of a sudden. Although the fragments were blurred, each one was stained with frightening blood. There was no sound at all, but people could hear the response of that scene. There is sound, and there is terror as it should be.

There is a blurry segment, but it is the clearest among all the segments. It is a knife gleaming with cold light, with blood stains faintly on it—even though it seems to be covered with a layer of blur, it can still be felt. It's sharp and unstoppable.

Chilling.

Subconsciously, Chu Mobai blurted out the answer, "It will destroy everything I have now!"

"Oh." Shirasaki narrowed his eyes, and smiled lazily, but there seemed to be a sarcasm in those golden eyes forever, "So that's how it is."

"..." Chu Mobai covered his mouth with a confused expression.Obviously don't understand why I say that.

"You will die ugly." Bai Qi said casually, seeing Chu Mobai staring at him with one eye, he smiled sarcastically, as if explaining, "It's not me who made you die, it's your fault Instinct. I don’t even bother to do it now with rubbish like yours—that would tarnish my strength, my lord.”

"Wrong...instinct?" Chu Mobai put down his hand with a confused expression, "What is instinct...?"

Is it the feeling of fear when you touch a knife?

But she just didn't want to draw the knife, that's all.

Why die.

..........................................

"Do you have any feelings, Zanpakuto?" After Chu Mobai left, Bai Qi asked very casually.

There was no echo, only the light wind blowing the withered grass, as if to restore them to their original vitality, but it was futile after all.

"Aren't you worried, Zanpakutō." Shirasaki's voice was a bit harsh, "The spiritual pressure on that trash has started to leak out, maybe soon, many inexplicable things will stare at her."

The low voice finally rang out, but it was a wordless sigh.

Even if it is targeted, so what.

There is no communication, no peers, and even no Zanpakuto recognized by the master. Even if the master can forcibly break through the shackles to guard when the master is in danger, so what.

Every time the retrograde control of the master's body can only be for a moment, just that moment will also cause it to suffer great trauma, and then it will rest and recuperate, and it will not reappear for a long time.

It was okay in the inner world before, but forcibly manifesting it is enough for it to cultivate for a while.

After a long time, it sighed in a low voice, "Soul, I want to make another deal with you."

Shirasaki narrowed his eyes, "Oh? I'm very interested. Zanpakuto."

The withered weeds in the inner world, when will they be able to sprout new green shoots again?

A lonely and paranoid mind needs guidance.

The author has something to say:

I'm so happy to see the comments (shy

So because I am in a good mood, this chapter is very fat~ (Blowing kisses

...After printing out the deed of sale, there was only one dollar left. =mouth=

How to send it... This is a very serious question...

Cough cough, guess what deal they are doing~

It's an interesting business~

Present a beautiful picture of Shirasaki~~