Zanpakutō Is Too Competitive, He Opened Bankai By Himself

Hearing this, Moyu was already sure.

This soul burial practice was the one that went wrong.

The record of almost annihilation caused certain waves in the entire Seireitei.

Even the Shinigami team members responsible for surveying the soul burial area were assigned to the barren plain of dead air.

As his expression became serious, Rukia also noticed something was wrong.

"Brother Moyu, what's wrong with you?"

She asked with some concern, "Is there any problem with this soul burial practice?"

Hearing this, Moyu recovered from his thoughts, rubbed Rukia's hair with a smile, and comforted him:

"I'm just thinking about some questions about the soul burial practice."

"Oh, by the way, you just said that the Shinigami team member who was in charge of announcing the news of the soul burial training..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw Rukia's little face drooping immediately.

"That female Shinigami with giant X disease."

"She introduced herself as the vice-captain of Team Juban, named Matsumoto Rangiku..."

Well, that's right.

Matsumoto Rangiku is the only Shinigami team member who can be called by Rukia as suffering from giant X disease.

But these are minutiae, to be discussed later.

The crux of the problem still lies in how to spend this soul burial internship.

He couldn't copy Zanpakutō and cut it all the way from one end of the soul burial area to the other end, right?

If so, the eyes will be very dry...

"It seems that we need to think about some countermeasures."

Moyu fell into deep thought.

...

night.

The crescent moon hangs above the treetops, half hidden behind the dark clouds, like an introverted girl.

A figure quietly walked out of the Spiritual Arts Academy shrouded in darkness.

Shinigami, who was in charge of the defense, chose to turn a blind eye when he saw this figure.

No way, Seireitei is a world of status.

Noble Street.

Shihouin's house.

Moyu came to Shihouin's residence not too far away from Kuchiki's residence with ease.

"Yushiro, I need your help!"

After passing the privilege of swiping his face, he also successfully met his friends.

The twentieth Third Generation head of the Shihouin family, Shihouin Xishiro.

"what?"

Seeing his friend Yushiro in the middle of the night, he still couldn't turn his head around.

"Mo, Moyu, why did you escape from the Spiritual Academy again?"

Shihouin, who is a little temperamental, also seems a little soft and weak in speech.

Boom!

Moyu slapped the table in front of him hard, and said in a deep voice, "In a few days, I'm going to participate in the soul burial practice."

"You should know something about soul burials, right?"

Hearing this, Yushiro suddenly worried:

"Leave Soul Society?"

"I understand what you mean!"

Compared with his sister's carefree personality, Xishiro's thoughts are much more delicate.

Sometimes, Moyu wondered if their personalities were reversed.

That black cat, to some extent, was really outrageous.

Xishiro hurriedly left from the living room.

After a while, he came from outside holding something like a hill.

boom!

"More than 90% of the artifacts are here."

Yushiro grinned and said, "Moyu, just choose!"

Against the backdrop of his dark complexion, Yushiro's teeth looked extraordinarily white.

For such a generous friend, Moyu is naturally not polite.

"Brothers!"

"Yoruichi's news, I will help you follow it."

After all, he fell headlong into this pile of artifacts.

The Shihouin family is one of the four nobles of the Soul Society, known as the Heaven-given Armed Forces, and possesses many artifacts.

And this is exactly what Moyu relied on for this soul burial practice.

After possessing some powerful artifacts.

He is able to deal with all special situations without revealing his true strength.

"Hey, thank you very much."

Yushiro scratched his head and smiled foolishly, convinced of Moyu's words.

Time was running out, Moyu did not continue to argue with Yushiro.

Although the Academy of Spiritual Art will not pursue him for leaving without authorization, Moyu is not willing to let go of tomorrow's study session.

Who made him such a studious person?

With Yushiro's help, Moyu picked out a bunch of possible artifacts and armed himself to the teeth.

…………

three days later.

Spiritual Arts Academy Training Ground No. 1.

Rukia stared dumbfounded at Moyu, who was carrying a huge package, the hair bouncing on his head.

"Brother Moyu, we are just doing a simple soul burial practice this time."

"Can't you bring all your belongings with you?"

Moyu pursed his lips, selectively ignoring the strange gazes of the people around him.

He rubbed Rukia's hair unceremoniously, and didn't stop until it was a mess.

"You know a hammer!"

"This is called, be prepared!"

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