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Chapter 383 B
🕑 Added 2025-06-19 15:03:02 +0000 UTCChapter 383
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"Hmm... you want help with treatment? That's no small task."
"Even with a naturally resilient body like mine, healing a special Zanpakutō like Sayafushi is exceptionally difficult."
"Barring any accidents, it's going to mean full-body pain, aching waist and knees, and several days of soreness."
"During that time, if someone could gently tend to my daily needs—bringing me tea, serving meals, warming my bed and body—I suppose..."
"Don't even think about it!"
Rixiang Jimie cut in coldly.
Just as she finished speaking, the girl in the black dress said:
"I can."
"I'm willing to care for you. Anything is fine."
"As long as you let me become your Zanpakutō."
Rixiang Jimie: "?"
You're rolling this up now?
Staring at the black-dressed girl before her, her blood pressure ticked up.
The girl's eyes were calm and clear—obviously the type who wouldn't waver once she made up her mind.
With such sharpness and composure, it was no wonder that when manifested as a blade, she could cut through anything.
Kaelith clapped his hands:
"Excellent! Even if I can't enjoy my dear Rixiang Jimie's care, an ascetic-type blade isn’t bad either."
"I'll take the job!"
With that, he flashed forward to Sayafushi, placing a hand on her head.
"Mm..."
Sayafushi's cold little face suddenly tensed.
The moment Kaelith touched her, she felt a power she couldn’t resist surge through her entire body.
That power was both gentle and wild, as if countless invisible hands penetrated her body, brushed over every bone and muscle, kneaded each organ, and finally touched every spiritual particle that made up her being.
The barrage of sensations made Sayafushi's body tremble uncontrollably.
Anyone else would have collapsed under such overwhelming stimuli, fluids pouring from their body.
But Sayafushi clenched her teeth tightly, standing firm.
Gradually, she felt something change within her.
Rixiang Jimie, watching from the side, showed a look of surprise.
As a Zanpakutō—and the one who had personally broken Sayafushi—she knew better than anyone how serious the damage was.
For a Soul Reaper, it would be like having their neck and waist severed, connected only by a thread of flesh.
Just as Kaelith had said, even if it could be healed, it would be an enormous task.
But under Kaelith’s control, Sayafushi's body became like a massive black hole for spirit particles, constantly absorbing Reiryoku from the air and using it to reconstruct herself.
The Zanpakutō in her hand—scarred with two deep wounds—was visibly healing at a rapid pace!
In mere seconds, the two gashes—severe enough to cause self-destruction—were completely gone.
Kaelith lifted his hand and let out a long breath.
He was about to ask how she felt when a flash of light burst from Sayafushi’s body, signaling a change.
Her simple, thin, black sleep-dress transformed with a pong into an ornate gown of black and white, adorned with complex patterns.
Her bare feet were now covered with elegant black boots.
Her small hands were now gloved in black silk.
Under Kaelith’s gaze, Sayafushi slowly opened her eyes.
She looked at him and lowered to one knee:
"Thank you, Kaelith."
"I, Sayafushi, have fully recovered."
"From today, I will serve as your Zanpakutō, using all my strength!"
"Hey, hey, I never agreed to that!"
Rixiang Jimie couldn’t hold back.
Kaelith laughed:
"Old man, you're just going to stand there and watch?"
At his words, Rixiang Jimie paused and looked around.
From behind a large boulder, Ōetsu Nimaiya slowly stepped out.
He lifted his hand and adjusted his sunglasses.
Then, unable to help himself, he clapped and cheered for Kaelith:
"Beautiful—that was... too cool!"
"Even me, known as the 'God of the Sword,' racked my brain trying to figure out how to fix Sayafushi."
"Never imagined little Kaelith could just do it so easily with his own power!"
"That’s... an unreasonable ability."
Ōetsu sighed with admiration.
He could have repaired Sayafushi, but only through reforging.
Compared to Kaelith’s casual fix with a single touch, his own craftsmanship felt a little shameful.
But after thinking it through, he let it go.
It was precisely because he had no other skills and poured everything into forging Zanpakutō that he was called the "God of the Sword."
The more all-rounded a person is, the less likely they are to receive such singular titles.
Just like how someone who's invincible in speed, strength, and endurance isn’t honored as the “God of Speed.”
Ōetsu looked at Sayafushi, then turned to Kaelith:
"After I forged Sayafushi, I always saw her as a failure."
"She was too sharp—so sharp she couldn’t be sheathed. I had to store her in a colloid tank."
"When she walked around in physical form, she harmed everything near her."
"If she hadn’t been broken by you and lost her edge, I would never have allowed her to take physical form."
"Compared to me, who couldn’t let her move freely or show her full power, she’ll be better off with you."
"Hmph! Little Kaelith, if you're okay with it, then let this sword follow you!"
Kaelith considered for a moment.
Then he nodded:
"Alright, in that case, she’ll follow me."
He turned to the black-dressed girl:
"Sayafushi, from today on, you are my Zanpakutō."
Sayafushi’s eyes gleamed.
She smiled and nodded.
Rixiang Jimie stared in a bit of a daze.
"...Then what about me?"
All three turned to look at her.
Under their gazes, Kaelith grinned:
"You’re all my wings!"
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In a room lit by a single oil lamp, a monk sat inside, face dark as he stared ahead.
His thick hands gripped something, rapidly turning it.
Across from him, a screen showed an intense battle scene.
*Metsuke!*
*Iaido!*
*Spirit Blade Thrust!*
*Spirit Blade Slash!!*
Arghhhhhhh!!!!
So anxious was he that he unconsciously twisted the controller harder, face contorted in frustration.
If it weren’t for his controller being made from special materials and personally reinforced by Kaelith, it probably would’ve been crushed into powder by now.
Finally, with a deafening roar from the massive draconic beast, its colossal body collapsed with a thunderous crash.
The Monk grinned.
He raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and glanced toward the pop-up window in the upper right corner of the screen.
Then, the smile disappeared.
In the damage rankings, his name was listed beneath “Skull Emperor”!
“Oh! No!!”
He slapped his large hand onto his bald head and let out a howl of despair.
Damage rankings weren’t even in the original version of the game—who added that feature later?!
Don’t let him find out, or he’ll cross your name out of existence!!
With grief and anguish in his heart, the Monk quickly exited the game, ignoring the Skull Emperor’s provocative messages.
Damn bastard, just wait—one day, I’ll prove that foolish battle axes are no match for the tachi!
Suddenly, sensing something, he vanished in a flash.
The next second, he appeared outside his residence.
There, Kaelith was walking in his direction.
As soon as he saw Kaelith, his eyes instinctively drifted to his waist.
He’d heard a few days ago that Ōetsu Nimaiya’s indestructible Zanpakutō had voluntarily chosen Kaelith as its wielder.
This was something unheard of until now.
He had hoped to see Kaelith with dual Zanpakutō strapped at his waist—but found there was still only one blade.
“Huh?”
The Monk scratched his head.
Watching Kaelith approach, he called out:
“Kaelith, didn’t you get a new sword from Ōetsu? Why aren’t you carrying it?”
“Ah… or is that new sword this one here, and you’ve replaced your original blade…?”
“?”
A question mark popped up over Kaelith’s head.
The Rixiang Jimie hanging at his waist suddenly vibrated intensely.
Kaelith patted the hilt:
“Roshi, you’re the one stirring things up—see, now Rixiang Jimie’s mad.”
The Monk was silent for two seconds.
Why is it only with me that you interpret the Zanpakutō’s vibration as anger, but when it reacts to you, it’s always joyful?
That shouldn’t be—at the very least, it shouldn’t be.
Under his gaze, Kaelith turned his shoulder.
Only then did the Monk notice Kaelith was wearing a new silver metal shoulder guard.
It looked quite stylish—definitely Shutara Senjumaru’s design.
The Monk grinned and was just about to compliment him when he suddenly noticed something.
Staring at the shoulder guard, he exclaimed in surprise:
“Sayafuse?!”
“Heh, that’s right.”
Kaelith nodded.
“Because Sayafushi, in its Zanpakutō form, is so smooth that nothing can function as its sheath—even trying to sandwich it from both sides without touching the blade fails due to its surreal surface slickness.”
“So I had Auntie Robe Spirit help me design this shoulder-guard style, then used my reishi decomposition and reconstruction technique to convert her into this form-Sayafuse”
“When I need to fight with her, I just switch her back to sword form.”
Hearing Kaelith’s explanation, the Monk couldn’t help but click his tongue.
He had his own ways to deal with Sayafushi’s slicing problem, but none were anything like this.
Even he couldn’t casually restructure other materials at the reishi level like Kaelith could.
Though not the first time he’d seen Kaelith use this ability, it still brought a bit of excitement every time.
With a somewhat eager look, he asked:
“So what brings you to me today? Want to do some Elder Dragon farming together?”
Kaelith shook his head:
“No rush on the game.”
“I came here today to challenge you.”
At those words, the smile vanished from the Monk’s face.
He frowned slightly, a trace of hesitation in his expression.
“A challenge, huh…”
Though he used to invite Kaelith to spar often, now that the moment had come, he hesitated.
If it was just a friendly match, he didn’t mind—he could train with Kaelith a hundred times over.
But clearly, Kaelith wasn’t looking for just another casual fight.
After fighting several other members of Squad Zero, Kaelith’s momentum had been steadily climbing.
At this point, he was like an unstoppable war chariot—fully armed, armor polished to a gleam, operating at peak condition.
At this level, across the Three Realms, only two and a half people could still face him.
Yet the stronger Kaelith became, the more reluctant the Monk felt.
Because even with all that strength, all that immense power—Kaelith, now arguably at the summit of the world—still had an uncrossable gap before him.
And that gap wasn’t something that could be explained by mere “power.”
If Kaelith, already at the peak, were to lose this match—what would happen to his state of mind?
The thought alone made the Monk uneasy.
Seeing his conflicted face, Kaelith grinned wildly:
“Roshi, don’t tell me you’re worried about me?”
“Uh…”
The Monk opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say.
Under his gaze, Kaelith’s smile grew more unhinged:
“Don’t worry.”
“I came here fully intending to beat you.”
“And when you set out to defeat someone, you’d better be prepared to get defeated yourself!”
“No matter what happens, I’ll be fine.”
Hearing this, the Monk scratched his head and was silent for a few seconds.
Then, gritting his teeth, he gave a firm nod:
“Alright. I understand.”
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Royal Palace, Omotesandō.
That day, the entire upper realm was filled with a heavy atmosphere.
Kirinji Tenjirō, Ōetsu Nimaiya, Shutara Senjumaru, and Hikifune Kirio—
The four stood far above the battlefield, unlike earlier battles where they sat idly by the sidelines.
Each of them wore serious expressions, eyes locked on the battlefield below.
No one spoke—not even a breath was wasted.
Kaelith and Ichibei Hyōsube stood opposite each other in mid-air.
The white haori cloaks on their backs billowed in the wind.
Under everyone’s gaze, Kaelith moved first.
He raised his hand, tore off his haori, and flung it away.
Then he shouted loudly:
“Bankai!!”
“Rixiang Jimie—Shin Ga Tomyō!!!!”
In a flash of light, metallic claws appeared over both his arms.
Golden shields unfurled from his back.
The moment Bankai was activated, he had already crossed a great distance and appeared in front of the Monk, his clawed arms transforming into a storm of icy brilliance, raining down toward him!
Against the strongest foe in the Three Realms, he showed no hesitation—he began with Bankai right out of the gate!
“Haaah!!!”
Ichibei Hyōsube roared, his Zanpakutō unleashing a frenzied counterattack to meet Kaelith head-on.
In an instant, the sky filled with flashing blades, each explosion of spiritual pressure like a burst of brilliant fireworks—dazzling even in broad daylight.
Kaelith’s arms moved faster and faster.
At the same time, layers of force were building quietly.
Under the Monk’s gaze, Kaelith suddenly roared and struck—
*Triple Layer—Ichikotsu!!!*
