"This is my Zanpakuto's ability, named Sky Stealing Across the Sea," Yamatake Chiyo said very proudly.
"Sky Stealing Across the Sea?"
"That's right, Sky Stealing Across the Sea. When my Zanpakuto is released, it can forcibly swap the concepts of two objects. For example, after I used Bankai on Yamabuki, I swapped his concepts of a steamed bun and a lemon. In his eyes, what he was eating wasn't a lemon; it was a meat steamed bun. The smell and taste were completely that of a meat steamed bun. Only when my Zanpakuto's ability wears off will the steamed bun turn back into a lemon," Yamatake Chiyo said. "However, the difference in our spiritual pressure is too great. Controlling him for even a short period feels extremely strenuous for me. In fact, even if you hadn't exposed it, I would have revealed a flaw in another minute or two."
Yamabuki was wearing a mask of pain at this point.
Those who eat raw lemons are truly the toughest of the tough!
Yachiru Unohana looked at the mischievous young lady in front of her and said: "It's certainly satisfying to play pranks, but what will you do after the prank? He's already recovered!"
Yamatake Chiyo's triumphant expression instantly froze. She felt a huge shadow engulfing her from behind. She stiffly turned around and saw Yamabuki smiling at her.
That smile was very sunny, very bright, like a cheerful and outgoing big boy.
"Don't smile like that... I'm scared!" Yamatake Chiyo shivered.
Yamabuki raised the half-lemon in his hand and directly stuffed it into Yamatake Chiyo's mouth.
"No, that's what you ate, isn't it dirty... Help me!!!!!"
As a result, one more person ended up wearing a mask of pain.
Yamatake Chiyo's teeth went soft from the sourness.
Is this the price of playing pranks?
I was wrong, but I'll do it again next time!
What Yamabuki didn't expect was that this little girl, despite her young age, had already learned to use Bankai.
And this Bankai was quite bizarre, forcibly swapping the concepts of two objects.
He wasn't sure if it belonged to the illusionary or mental system.
If she could live for a few hundred more years, she might even meet a boy who gets along very well with her.
That boy's name was Sōsuke Aizen.
After teaching that brat a lesson, Yamabuki prepared to go to work. These past few days, due to the hot weather, he had been playing wildly with his squad members. Today, it was time to properly patrol the streets.
Upon arriving at the Eleventh Division, Yamabuki immediately took a dozen squad members to patrol Rukongai.
It was still raining lightly, and they were all wearing straw cloaks, standing in the rain with an imposing aura.
Ordinary people would see them and quickly hide far away, not daring to approach.
After the Eleventh Division's relentless fighting, the public order in the streets near Seireitei had become very good. All the ruffians, bandits, and highwaymen had been combed through by Unohana and her people like a fine-toothed comb. Anyone with a slight reputation had been finely chopped into minced meat and fed to dogs.
Many bandits and highwaymen were forced to reform. They had no choice; that woman was simply too ruthless.
Although Unohana usually appeared to be a gentle older sister, once she started fighting, she charged faster than anyone, killed more fiercely than anyone, and played rougher than anyone!
Yamabuki had seen Unohana directly hang a bandit and then disembowel him as a warning.
As a result, all the outlaws in that area packed up their belongings and fled overnight within three days.
It was precisely because of this that the Gotei 13's reputation among the common people in the nearby districts was quite good.
This also changed the impression of the Gotei 13 among the people of Rukongai.
"Chief of Staff, the rain is too heavy. There's a tavern ahead; let's take shelter from the rain!" A member of the Eleventh Division said.
Yamabuki nodded slightly. The public order in the nearby districts had been quite good during this period, and with the heavy rain, even if there were bandits or thugs, they wouldn't cause trouble in such weather, would they? He'd just wander around for a bit and then head back.
However, when he arrived at the tavern's entrance, Yamabuki found the door ajar. Yamabuki didn't think much of it and pushed the door open to enter.
"Is anyone here? How are you running this place? No greeting when customers arrive?" A squad member shouted loudly.
A middle-aged man, the owner of the tavern, hurriedly walked out from the back. Seeing the members of the Gotei 13, he smiled apologetically: "Gentlemen, it's raining heavily today, so I thought no one would come! Please wait, I'll go prepare the wine right away."
Saying that, he hurriedly retreated. Yamabuki gently ran his hand over the table in front of him and found a knife mark on it. Deep within the knife mark, there were dark red bloodstains.
Yamabuki frowned slightly and looked at the other tables. He found that the other tables also had knife marks. These knife marks varied in depth and were very messy. Based on his extensive experience, he roughly speculated that this place must have experienced a chaotic fight, and it was not long ago.
But he didn't pay too much attention to it. After all, fighting and brawling were common occurrences in a place like Rukongai. Before the Gotei 13 was established, it was much more chaotic than now; almost everyone carried a knife, fearing they would be cut down if they weren't careful.
It was precisely because of this bizarre environment that so many lunatics were created.
At this moment, the tavern owner came over with wine and side dishes: "Please enjoy, esteemed sirs. Call me if you need anything else."
Just as he was about to leave, Yamabuki reached out and grabbed his sleeve, saying gently: "Boss, it's cloudy and rainy. Do you have any meat to eat? Did you just slaughter a chicken in your backyard?"
The tavern owner hurriedly said, "Sir, you must be joking. This is a small business; where would I get a freshly killed chicken?"
"If it wasn't a freshly killed chicken, where did the blood on your face come from?" Yamabuki asked with a smile, looking at the owner.
The tavern owner's face suddenly changed drastically, and he quickly reached up to touch his face.
The other members of the Eleventh Division had already noticed that the atmosphere in the tavern was off. Each of them gripped their swords, ready to draw them and kill at any moment.
The members of the Eleventh Division were naturally the most combative group, and the security in the nearby streets had been too good recently; they hadn't had a chance to cut anyone down in a long time!
"I... I... This might have been an accidental splash..."
Yamabuki pushed the tavern owner aside and walked towards the back kitchen.
At first, he hadn't paid much attention, but when he saw the owner stammering, Yamabuki knew there must be something wrong.
The Eleventh Division members, gripping their swords, arrived in the back kitchen, and the scene that followed was chilling.
On the cutting board in the kitchen lay a piece of meat, and next to the cutting board was a human hand.
"Not only did you kill someone, but you're also making meat-filled buns? You're something else! I've seen plenty of perverts, but I haven't seen many as perverted as you!" Yamabuki sneered.
The tavern owner was so scared that he immediately knelt on the ground: "It's a misunderstanding! It's a misunderstanding! These people really weren't killed by me!"
Hmm? "These" people? More than one person died?
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