Bleach: In Soul Society, I just want to retire

Yamabuki Ditang looked at his Zanpakutō. Why did this little girl refuse to tell me her name? Was there some hidden secret?

"Chōjirō, how do you communicate with your Zanpakutō? Ahem, let me help you check if your way of communicating with your Zanpakutō is correct." Yamabuki Ditang explained again, but Chōjirō did not doubt his elder brother at all and said happily, "I tried to communicate with my Zanpakutō last night, and then Gonryōmaru told me his name! It's that simple? Is this method wrong? Brother Yamabuki, didn't you communicate in this way?"

"Hehe, of course, there is nothing wrong with your method. Well, you have good talent; go down and have a rest first!" said Yamabuki Ditang.

Could it be that I didn't have a good relationship with this little girl? So she got upset with me? Why don't I try it when I go back today? What if it works?

Or is it that the way I asked for the other person's name was wrong? My Zanpakutō was a tsundere, white-haired one; maybe it had high attack but low defense, so how about I do something romantic tonight?

After returning to his room, Yamabuki Ditang sat cross-legged, placed the knife on his knees, and meditated quietly.

This is also a kind of practice, to reach the state of unity between man and sword.

"Are you there? White-haired? Tsundere? Lululu? Twin ponytails? White silk? If you're there, just give me a shout!" Yamabuki Ditang kept asking in his heart.

The power of Zanpakutō is actually the power of the god of death itself, and the sword spirit is originally a part of the god of death's body. What Yamabuki Ditang doesn't understand is why his sword spirit resists him so much.

"Hmph!" an arrogant voice appeared in Yamabuki Ditang's heart. You are really honest.

"It's easy if you're here. How about we talk face to face?" Yamabuki Ditang asked tentatively.

"There's nothing to talk about between us. You must want to know my name again, you filthy rascal!" The arrogant voice of the sword spirit sounded in Yamabuki Ditang's heart.

"As a man! Isn't it normal to act like a hooligan? What's more, he is acting like a hooligan to himself?" Yamabuki Ditang said with a smile. As long as the other party talked to him, he could use his eloquent tongue to get the name out of the little girl's mouth.

The next second, Yamabuki Ditang was pulled into his own mental world. The space between heaven and earth was transparent, connected to the infinitely distant other side. There was only a huge Rubik's Cube above his head that was rotating irregularly. The sword spirit was sitting on the Rubik's Cube, looking at Yamabuki Ditang coldly.

"Didn't you call me out because you had something to tell me? You can tell me now!" She raised her thighs wrapped in white silk and looked at Yamabuki Ditang with arrogance.

Yamabuki Ditang asked solemnly, "Your skirt is so short; are you wearing panties underneath? Won't you be exposed sitting like this? And you're sitting so high..."

Before he could finish, his sword spirit kicked him in the face. With his deputy captain-level combat power, Yamabuki Ditang could clearly see that his sword spirit was indeed wearing panties, and they were white.

"You bastard, you called me out just to talk about this kind of thing?" His sword spirit rubbed Yamabuki Ditang's face fiercely with her white silk feet.

"Don't be angry! My body can't take it if you reward me in this way. Let's start from the basics. Tell me your name?" asked Yamabuki Ditang.

The sword spirit snorted coldly and suddenly drew the sword from its waist. The silver-white saber appeared again: "You want to know my name? Sure! Come and please me! If you can satisfy me, I can tell you my name."

Yamabuki Ditang saw that there was hope, so he quickly drew his sword and stared at the sword spirit.

"You'd better be careful! Life or death, it's just a matter of a moment!" A sarcastic smile appeared on the face of the sword spirit, then he swung the sword lightly and put it back into the sheath.

"Huh? What are you doing? Why don't you come over and fight?" Yamabuki Ditang asked curiously.

"Fight? What are you talking about in your sleep? You're already dead!" The sword spirit stretched out its white and tender fingers and pointed at Yamabuki Ditang's belly. Yamabuki Ditang looked down and found that his belly had been cut open by a knife at some point, and blood kept flowing out.

Yamabuki's pupils shrank to the extreme in an instant. When did this happen? Could it be that the moment he drew his sword just now caused this kind of damage to himself? I didn't feel it at all! Sure enough, my guess was right. The ability of my Zanpakutō is related to speed.

The severe pain made him cover his stomach, and he quickly used Chiyudo to heal. In the blink of an eye, the wound healed. This time he did not give the sword spirit any chance. He directly stepped forward and stabbed at the sword spirit's chest. His swordsmanship utilized the speed of Shunpo to maximize the power, and he had just learned the two-handed sword not long ago, which doubled the power.

Just when his knife was about to touch the skin on the sword spirit's chest, the sword spirit in front of him suddenly disappeared and appeared where he had just stood.

Yamabuki Ditang's forehead slowly oozes cold sweat. Isn't this speed abnormal? He dares not say that he is a master of instant movement, but even Shihōin Chika, who is the fastest instant movement in Seireitei, cannot have such a silent speed.

"So slow! Yamabuki , are you okay?" His sword spirit stretched out his hand and gently patted Yamabuki Ditang's shoulder. Yamabuki Ditang hurriedly turned around and drew his sword but missed again.

"The Sixty-First Binding Technique, Six-Stick Light Prison!" Yamabuki Ditang instantly activated the Kidō. He had learned a lot of practical Kidō before, but he didn't expect that the first time he would use it in actual combat would be on his own Zanpakutō. The six light blades instantly froze the sword spirit, but the sword spirit also activated the same Binding Technique.

Six-Staff Light Prison!"

The six light blades also fixed Yamabuki Ditang's body.

"I forgot to tell you, everything you can do, I also know." The sword spirit chopped the light blade into pieces with the saber in his hand and looked at Yamabuki Ditang with a proud look on his face.

Yamabuki Ditang also took the opportunity to break free from the restraints of the six-rod light prison. Just kidding, he is the son of destiny: "Break the way, eighty-eight, flying dragon strikes the thief and thunders the sky cannon!"

"The 81st way of binding, breaking the sky!"

The golden-blue beam of light hit the invisible barrier, and spiritual pressure splashed everywhere.

"By the way, haven't you always wanted to see what I'm capable of? Okay, I'll use it once, just once. It all depends on you whether you can master it. If you can survive this blow, I'll tell you my name." The sword spirit put the sword back into the sheath and made a gesture of drawing the sword and slashing.

Yamabuki Ditang grinned and said, "You said so!"

I only need to focus on one sword at a time. My current strength is very close to the captain level, so it should be no problem to block one sword.

I can now release my Zanpakut!

The sword spirit raised a charming smile: "Goodbye, my poor master!"

The knife comes out!

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