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Chapter 47 : Success
🕑 Added 2023-09-20 10:26:24 +0000 UTCFinally, at that moment, Kazuhiko had a profound realization and an overwhelming sense of confidence that this attempt would succeed.
"This time, it's bound to work!"
Though utterly exhausted, Kazuhiko held onto his last breath.
He understood that this was his final attempt for the day, and he could sense that this last effort would be a success!
It could be his unwavering self-assurance propelling him to victory, or perhaps he had genuinely mastered the technique after numerous attempts.
"Sen~"
Finally, with a distinct sound, the entire Zanpakutō was enveloped in a radiant layer of light.
To call it merely enveloped would be inaccurate; at this moment, the Zanpakutō and the particles of light were intricately interwoven.
The entire blade appeared as if it were composed of the same luminous particles, gently shimmering and breathing in unison.
The blade emitted a captivating golden light, dazzling to behold.
Under the fading sky, Kazuhiko's face glowed with happiness and excitement.
With both hands tightly gripping the hilt, Kazuhiko closed his eyes and silently connected with the Zanpakutō.
This sword was an extension of Kazuhiko's very soul.
Furthermore, it harnessed the power of light, akin to an extension of his own hands.
Kazuhiko didn't feel like a stranger to this Zanpakutō; it was as if they shared an innate and profound understanding.
It was almost as if the sword naturally belonged in his hands, revealing itself to the world today by fate alone.
It was only fitting that its master was Kazuhiko.
Kazuhiko could distinctly sense the joy emanating from the Zanpakutō.
It was Senkaihime, and she was celebrating too!
Kazuhiko immersed his consciousness further into the sword.
As expected, in the blank world, Senkaihime had transformed at that very moment.
Her pink-and-white skirt now glimmered with a warm golden radiance.
Ribbons of light formed bows behind her, and even her black hair faintly shimmered.
Senkaihime jumped with joy.
Upon seeing Kazuhiko's arrival, she immediately ran towards him, exuberant.
"Master! Look, I have a new outfit! It's so comfortable and warm to the touch."
Kazuhiko smiled, observing Senkaihime's happiness.
"Yes, I created it today, and it will enhance Zanpakutō's power in the future. Do you like it?"
"Of course, I love it! It's so beautiful!" Senkaihime exclaimed, blinking her large, bright eyes.
Content, Kazuhiko exited the world within the sword and sheathed the Zanpakutō.
The particles of light slowly adhered to the blade.
Even without Kazuhiko's deliberate manipulation, the light particles remained on the blade's surface.
Kazuhiko could even feel it; it was like the sword was "breathing" autonomously, or rather, emitting a distinct sound.
This sound was imperceptible to others but resonated with the sword's master, Kazuhiko himself.
Guided by this melodious resonance, the light particles in the air were drawn towards the sword, gradually accumulating. It resembled the rhythm of breathing.
To an observer, this was nearly imperceptible, appearing as occasional, fleeting flashes of light.
Once sheathed, the phenomenon became invisible.
Kazuhiko watched this unfold, connected it with Senkaihime's transformation, and began to comprehend.
It was the light's power in this Kizaru template that had fused seamlessly with his own soul.
Hence, no matter how hard he had tried before, he couldn't achieve this effect.
The light had become an inherent part of his soul, allowing this effect to manifest.
Kazuhiko was exceptionally pleased with this outcome.
Satisfied, he left the forest.
He headed home to get a good night's rest, for the battle of tomorrow awaited him.
Early the next morning, Kazuhiko packed his belongings and donned a fresh white trench coat.
The one he wore yesterday had been washed due to excessive sweating.
At his waist, a seemingly inconspicuous sealed object remained.
However, Kazuhiko knew that it had fundamentally changed since yesterday.
His fiery red hair cascaded casually over his shoulders, appearing as if it held a hidden flame.
His eyes, as dark and tranquil as the deepest sea, occasionally flashed with a glint of complexity, revealing their depth.
After breakfast, Kazuhiko stepped out the door.
Outside, clan members had gathered in layers – men and women, young and old. They had come to Kazuhiko's doorstep voluntarily, with no words spoken.
Upon Kazuhiko's arrival, the silence broke.
"Kazuhiko-sama!"
"Kazuhiko-sama is here!"
All eyes were fixed upon Kazuhiko, the man who had saved the Land of the Whirlpools in this time of crisis.
They knew that Kazuhiko was dueling the Third Mizukage today.
Every one of them earnestly hoped for their Kazuhiko's victory.
This assembly seemed to be coordinated without uttering a single word.
They simply observed Kazuhiko's every move silently.
With each step, the worshipful gazes followed him.
Kiyoshi walked beside Kazuhiko, noticing the hesitation in his eyes as he glanced at the people.
He understood what Kazuhiko was thinking and smiled reassuringly.
"Don't worry; they came here on their own. We can't stop them."
"We also know that the war isn't truly over; it has been agreed that they will return to the sanctuary later."
Kazuhiko composed himself and nodded.
"Alright then, let's go!"
