First of all, I am a swordsmith

Chapter 344 First of all, I am a swordsmith

Upon hearing Wang Yue's summons, Haiyan knew that her invitation was doomed, as important matters needed to be addressed.

Urahara glanced into the depths of the barracks and instructed Asuka, "Asuka, no matter what the people inside say, don't get angry with them."

"These people are not as simple as they seem; they are all quite terrifying..."

"...Okay, I understand."

Although he didn't know what Wang Yue wanted to do by calling him in, he had a feeling that it was going to be another stressful situation, and Feibiao felt helpless.

Watching Haiyan and the others walk away chatting and laughing, he turned around and walked into the barracks without saying a word.

Kiryuu has already left with the newly appointed Captain-General, Shunsui Kyoraku, presumably to deal with the mess left behind after the destruction of the 46 Chambers.

The conference room, which was originally filled with the captains of the Death God team, now appeared empty and lonely.

Only one person remained inside the room: Wang Yue, the second son of the family.

He was sitting cross-legged in that specially designed high-backed chair, constantly flicking the nail file in his hand.

"Hey, boy! You're back pretty fast!"

Hearing the footsteps of the flying bird, Wang Yue casually tossed the file behind him, and the file actually turned into a wisp of spiritual energy in mid-air and dissipated.

He leaped off the chair and walked up to Asuka with a light, hip-hop-like gait.

"...Is there anything you need, Lord Zero?" Asuka looked at him calmly. "You didn't keep me here just to tutor me for the entrance exam of the Shinigami Academy, did you?"

"Oh, no, no, no! I can't be bothered with such boring things."

Wang Yue held up a finger and waved it in front of the bird.

Then, his gaze slowly moved down and finally settled on the bird's waist.

"I'll get straight to the point, Boy."

Wang Yue's voice suddenly turned serious: "Would you mind letting me see your Zanpakuto?"

So, they wanted to check their stolen goods?

Upon hearing this, the bird felt a strong sense of surprise and vigilance.

It is said that a Zanpakuto is half of a Shinigami (death god), and his most important partner.

Asuka's Zanpakuto is even more special.

It has devoured the flesh and blood of evil spirits and chewed up the evil thoughts of other worlds, so it can be said to be quite unclean.

Moreover, this knife holds too many inexplicable secrets, and also conceals its most core power...

Instead of moving immediately, Asuka placed her hand on the hilt of the sword.

He frantically called out in his mind, trying to contact the two beings in his spiritual world.

[Hey! You raccoon! Are you awake?]

Hey you, you deadpan guy, stop pretending to be asleep! What is he trying to do? Will it be dangerous if I show him my knife?

The enormous white wolf, which would howl incessantly at the slightest provocation, was now completely invisible.

That mysterious, pretentious black-haired youth seemed to have completely vanished from his mental world.

There was no response, not even the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"Those two bastards... they messed up again at the crucial moment!" Asuka cursed inwardly.

But he knew it was definitely not a coincidence.

The reason these two guys were pretending to be dead was either because they were also wary of the man in sunglasses in front of them and couldn't easily show themselves.

Either they felt that handing over the knife wouldn't pose any real danger.

Regardless of the reason, given the current situation, he seems to have no choice but to accept it.

"...Alright then."

After a brief moment of deliberation, Asuka loosened her grip on the hilt of the sword, removed the scabbard, and handed it to Wang Yue expressionlessly.

"If you just want to take a look, then go ahead... But just so you know, it has a bad temper, so be careful not to cut your hand."

"Ha! I've seen plenty of bad-tempered knives!"

Wang Yue rubbed her hands excitedly and carefully took the dog.

The instant his fingertips touched the scabbard—

hum! !

A violent and defiant clang of a blade suddenly emanated from its sheath.

Accompanying this is a black malice that is imperceptible to the naked eye, surging within the senses like needles.

They were moving along the blade straight towards Wang Yue's palm, as if they intended to shred the stranger's fingertips!

"Oh? What a vigorous resistance!"

Instead of letting go, Wang Yue let out a gasp of surprise.

His palm was instantly covered with an extremely dense layer of pure spiritual particles, like wearing an invisible glove, which effortlessly suppressed the black malice.

Wang Yue held the leopard in both hands as if it were a rare treasure.

"Well then, let me take a good look at you..."

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Wang Yue held the scabbard with her left hand and the hilt of the knife with her right.

With a crisp metallic scraping sound, the raccoon was cleanly and neatly pulled out.

The light fell on the blade, but instead of reflecting any light, it seemed to be swallowed up by the deep black and red patterns.

Those jagged, fang-like markings lay silently lurking on the blade.

Wang Yue's face was almost pressed against the blade.

He pushed up his sunglasses, revealing a pair of craftsman's eyes that could dissect everything in the world.

He then bent his finger and flicked the blade lightly.

bite-

The crisp, lingering sound echoed throughout the hall.

Wang Yue closed her eyes, listening to the code contained within the sound.

Then, his fingers slid down the curve of the blade, inch by inch.

He stroked the dark red patterns, feeling the thickness and sharpness of the blade, his brows sometimes relaxing and sometimes furrowing tightly.

"This is so...unique..."

""

Wang Yue began to mutter to herself, uttering words that the birds could not understand at all.

"Such a spiritual particle structure...a perfect layering, without a single impurity..."

"But what's with these flames...? They're not elements, they're not demonic... are they some kind of rule or concept...?"

'

"No! It's not just that! The spirit core of this sword... its heart..."

'

A few fine beads of sweat appeared on Wang Yue's forehead.

His fingers stopped at the junction of the hilt and the blade, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

"This is... an unrepeatable miracle!"

Feiniao stood aside, watching Wang Yue's expression, which was sometimes manic, sometimes in pain, and sometimes as if she had found a treasure, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Is this guy a fetishist? He's getting all worked up over a knife?

A full quarter of an hour passed.

Wang Yue finally let out a long sigh of relief.

He closed his eyes to calm his agitated emotions, then with a click, he sheathed the dagger back into its sheath and handed it back to Asuka.

This time, his actions appeared much more serious, and he even abandoned his previous frivolous demeanor.

"Flying birds".

Wang Yue watched as Fei Niao took the knife and immediately asked a question.

"Do you know what a Zanpakuto is?"

Asuka frowned and answered instinctively, "A weapon used to cut people."

Upon hearing this answer, Wang Yue covered her face in anguish and let out an exaggerated wail.

"Oh my God! What a waste! What a terrible waste!!"

He abruptly raised his head, pointing at Asuka with a pained expression: "No wonder that person insisted you go to the Shinigami Academy for further studies... You have such immense power, yet your understanding of Zanpakuto is shockingly superficial!"

"Listen up, you ignorant boy from Rukongai!"

"The original form of the so-called Zanpakuto was called Asauchi."

Wang Yue put his sunglasses back on, put his hands on his hips, regained his strong sense of rhythm, and began his rap.