readytorunbook Chapter 610 The True Initial Release?
Chapter 610 The True Initial Release?
The same liberation phrases, the same initial phenomena, overlap and merge with the realm created by the butterflies, as if transforming the entire courtyard into a kaleidoscope of bizarre and wonderful worlds.
However, Yuko's confusion only deepened.
Can you show me the difference?
"What exactly is different?" she murmured to herself, without hesitation.
Time was of the essence; she had to find the answer as soon as possible.
"Snow Breathing - Seventh Form - Narrow Passage - Flight!"
Yuko's figure vanished instantly, her body traversing irregularly at ultra-high speeds between countless mirror surfaces thanks to the properties of the prism.
This is a technique that Yuko has never used in the outside world. Combining the Zanpakuto's ability with the skillful use of breathing techniques, Yuko is confident that almost no one can pinpoint her location, not even Yoruichi.
She appeared behind the butterfly, the blade gleaming with a chilling light, aiming straight for its heart.
In the inner world, one does not die.
Despite the almost unavoidable attack, the smile on Butterfly's face remained unchanged. She didn't even move her feet, simply holding her knife horizontally in front of her with nonchalant ease.
There was no earth-shattering clang of metal against metal, no tremendous sonic boom from the collision of spiritual pressure.
Yuko's knife tip came to an abrupt stop less than a finger's width from the blade of Butterfly.
It wasn't blocked, nor was it bounced off by some force; rather, it was an indescribable and eerie phenomenon.
The momentum of her forward rush vanished, and Yuko's body stiffened due to the abrupt stop, revealing a huge opening.
"Gotcha, Yuko." Butterfly's voice rang in her ears.
She had moved to Yuko's side without her noticing, and the blade was pressed flat against Yuko's neck. The cold touch made Yuko's pupils contract slightly.
“…What?” Yuko froze on the spot, her double pupils filled with disbelief.
She didn't see... the trajectory of the movement.
Under clear vision, the butterfly showed no signs of movement.
Yuko subconsciously turned her head, and the butterfly's figure suddenly disappeared from its original spot, appearing at the other end of the courtyard, its back to her, admiring the koi in the pond.
How can it be?
Yuko's golden double pupils suddenly contracted. Even the movement of a prism couldn't be that fast; there should at least be signs of movement or indications that it was covered by calmness.
But the butterfly was different; she seemed to appear there naturally, like a simpler form of spatial movement that didn't require a prism.
The butterfly tilted its head slightly, its lips still bearing that gentle and composed smile: "Yuko, you can see the flow of all things in the universe, so why do you only stare at your reflection in the mirror?"
"A reflection in the mirror?" Yu Zi was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked to her side. The prism with its mottled and bright colors could not reflect any image at all.
But she had a hunch.
"You mean, my method of fighting by moving through prisms is actually wrong?" Yuko frowned. "Actually, I can move freely in this space?"
“It seems you still don’t understand just by talking.” Butterfly shook her head and sighed softly. “Then let’s try another way.”
She raised the knife again, but this time, the tip wasn't aimed at Yuko, but at the dazzling prism world around them.
Do you think you can completely control the space you've created?
“Of course,” Yuko answered without hesitation; it was her ability.
In a sense, the power of a Zanpakuto is an extension of the soul.
"Is that so?" Butterfly chuckled lightly, casually swinging the knife in her hand forward.
It was another silent, stealthy strike.
Yuko immediately sensed something was wrong. Some kind of connection between her and the Prism had been severed.
She tried to jump to the other side through a prism, just like before. However, when her consciousness sank into the prism, she found that the once interconnected spatial pathways had become fragmented.
The connection between her and the target prism vanished. It was as if the bridge between two islands, originally connected by a bridge, had been removed.
Yuko asked in surprise, "How did you do that?"
She and the butterfly must have the same abilities, but she couldn't understand the butterfly's abilities at all, as if they had completely different abilities.
Butterfly smiled faintly: "The release phrase of a Zanpakuto is 'Disorder,' and the form it takes is this bizarre and illusory prism space. You then thought that 'Disorder' meant disrupting space."
A butterfly landed in front of Yuko and gently touched a floating prism with the tip of its knife, creating a ripple.
Upon hearing this, Yuko subconsciously murmured, "Disorder...formlessness..."
Could it be...
As the embodiment of Yuko's soul, her thoughts were immediately captured by the butterfly.
"You're right. The so-called disorder refers to interference. And the absence of form symbolizes the meaning of all things and the myriad phenomena."
The butterfly continued, "Everything in the universe is governed by its own principles. Flames burn because of the principle of combustion. Water flows downwards because of the principle of gravity. Swords wound because of the principle of sharpness."
"Our Zanpakuto is called the Butterfly of No Form. No Form means formless and shapeless. What it cuts is not tangible things like flesh and blood or spiritual particles, but the rules that constitute all of this, which is..."
Yuko wasn't stupid; she grasped the point quickly and murmured, "Interfering with everything... the law..."
That's not just a simple spatial movement, but the result of interfering with space, disrupting the connection between the prisms.
Make the process disappear, present only the result, or even... distort the result.
Yuko felt a chill run down her spine; she was completely stunned by the result.
In her view, the essence of this ability could be described as absolutely heaven-defying.
She always thought she possessed a powerful spatial ability, but she never imagined that it was just the tip of the iceberg, merely a superficial manifestation of power.
Severing the laws...
If that's the case, then the possibilities surrounding this knife are simply... indescribable.
"The essence of the Formless Butterfly is not to create these prisms for spatial movement. These prisms are merely the manifestations that leak out when the power interferes with the laws, causing minute cracks in the rules of the world, but you mistakenly believe that they are the power itself."
The butterfly casually slashed at the prism beside it, splitting it in two, and slowly disappeared into the air.
“So…that’s how it is…” Yuko murmured softly, the confusion in her eyes vanishing, replaced by an unprecedented clarity and excitement.
“Then…” Yuko took a deep breath and, imitating the butterfly, poured this understanding into the Zanpakuto in her hand.
She lightly touched a prism in front of her with her knife.
Where the mind goes, the sword intent follows.
hum-
With a soft sound, a ripple appeared on the surface of the prism, which then slowly disappeared.
Not just this one prism, but all the prisms in the entire courtyard have completely disappeared.
It worked!
Seeing this, the butterfly smiled with genuine satisfaction: "You finally understand. The butterfly without form has no fixed shape; its power depends on your understanding and intervention."
"Then Swastika..." Ikuko asked impatiently.
If even the true Shikai is this powerful, wouldn't the Bankai be capable of destroying the world?
She misunderstood Mr. Yamamoto; he really did have such amazing abilities.
The butterfly blinked, looking puzzled. "Didn't we have an agreement? You have to find out for yourself?"
Yuko's lips twitched slightly: "That's true, but I think agreements shouldn't be taken too seriously. Sometimes you have to be flexible."
Butterfly tilted her head, a slight smile on her face: "Yu Zi is quite the smooth talker."
"That……"
"But I refuse."
Yuko wanted to ask more questions, but Butterfly interrupted her: "Go, Yuko. There's a tough battle waiting for you in the outside world."
"Furthermore, the power of a Zanpakuto is ultimately based on strong spiritual energy. No matter how powerful the ability is, it cannot exert its full power if it is paired with weak spiritual pressure."
"Please remember this."
As soon as the words were spoken, the inner world receded like the tide.
Yuko suddenly opened her eyes, still sitting cross-legged on the rock in the cave. Kisuke Urahara was concentrating on creating a Gikai, while Yoruichi stood guard nearby; it seemed only a moment had passed.
Looking down at the Zanpakuto resting on her lap, Yuuko's lips curled into a confident smile.
Yamamoto's Ryujin Jakka is essentially a law of extreme high temperature and destruction; Aizen's Kyoka Suigetsu is essentially a law of complete hypnosis and manipulation of the senses.
In the past, these were thorny problems.
Now, if she can analyze its principles, she has the opportunity to use the Blind Butterfly to interfere with it, or even... reverse it.
This Shikai is already this powerful; imagine how amazing the Bankai is...
Yuko gritted her teeth. That wretched butterfly was keeping her in suspense again!
"Hmm? The training is over?" Noticing that Yuko had woken up, Yoruichi raised an eyebrow and looked over, just in time to meet Yuko's golden double pupils.
“Don’t worry about the interdimensional gate.” Yuko walked to the cave entrance, looked in the direction of Seireitei, and her golden double pupils shone with an unprecedented light. “I feel like I’m invincible now.”
"..."
I think you've gotten too big for your britches.
Yoruichi raised an eyebrow: "What? You've already mastered Bankai?"
Could it be that they're using the current situation to threaten her into teaching her Bankai?
How can there be such a good Zanpakuto!
Yoruichi thought to herself, "I have to admit, she's at least half right."
Yuko crossed her arms and said, "No, I didn't."
Yoruichi was stunned and almost went crazy: "Then why are you looking so arrogant?!"
"That's because I have completely mastered the initial understanding."
"...If you hadn't told me, I would have thought you had mastered Bankai." Yoruichi was speechless. What was with this confident attitude?
Yuko raised her index finger and shook it lightly: "That's because you don't understand my Shikai yet. If you did, you would definitely want to cling to my leg."
"Although I'd love to see for myself where your confidence comes from, the current situation doesn't seem to allow it." Yoruichi glanced at the other two busy people.
Yu Zi proudly declared, "Hmph, anyway, I'm more than ten times stronger than I was before!"
Ye's eyelid twitched: "I hope so."
Although this guy can sometimes act like he's having a brain fart, he's not one to talk nonsense when it comes to serious matters.
She must have undergone a tremendous improvement to have become so arrogant.
It just makes you a little curious about what exactly happened.
The true initial interpretation?
The release of a Zanpakuto can indeed be incomplete due to various issues, such as the Zanpakuto not cooperating, deliberately mispronouncing the release phrase, or possessing multiple release phrases.
But what exactly did you go through to become so arrogant?
Yoruichi looked at Ikuko, whose nose was practically pointing to the sky, and couldn't help but feel annoyed.
After muttering a couple of complaints to himself, Yoruichi said seriously, "Yuko, I have an idea."
"Huh? What?"
"You know the duties of the Thirteenth Division, right?"
"It seems to be a squad that maintains peace in the present world, right? Some members are stationed in the present world."
Yoruichi nodded slightly: "That's right. Therefore, the 13th Division actually has a portal."
“But surely Mr. Yamamoto couldn’t be unaware of this?” Yuko frowned slightly. “What if they had made preparations in advance?”
Yoruichi took a deep breath: "Then we have no choice but to take a gamble."
She didn't doubt that old man Yamamoto would hide the portal; after all, without bait, these fish wouldn't fall for it.
The only gamble is on where old man Yamamoto will be lying in ambush.
She didn't think that old man Yamamoto would put all his eggs in one basket, and she couldn't rule out the possibility of private interdimensional portals in other noble families.
After all, the possibility that they might forcibly seize it cannot be ruled out.
That said, this could actually be considered a plan, but the possibility that other nobles might hide the portal cannot be ruled out.
In this case, it seems that focusing on the bait is still the simplest approach, as a direct breakthrough would be much easier.
But then another question arises: can they really defeat the other captains and escape successfully?
Each of them has to deal with at least two captains, no... just to be on the safe side, at least one person has to stay behind to look after Hirako and the others, so that's two or three people.
Yoruichi said seriously, "Yuko, tell me honestly, how confident are you in dealing with old man Yamamoto?"
Yuko said calmly, "If I was only 50% confident before, now I'm 100% confident, assuming he doesn't use his Bankai."
Grandpa Yamamoto is very strong in both spiritual pressure and ability. Based on the principle that spiritual pressure determines everything, if the spiritual pressure is too disparate, the law of flame burning might occur.
Therefore, Yuko did not become arrogant; she had a clear understanding of her own abilities.
But no matter what, she was confident that her overall abilities would not be inferior to Yamamoto in his initial release state.
And Bankai...
“Unless absolutely necessary, old man Yamamoto will not use Bankai, so we can rest assured about that.” Yoruichi knew that Yuuko was not the type to make empty boasts, and nodded slightly. “With your words, we can try to break through head-on.”
Although it may not be just the captains surrounding them, if things go smoothly, they only need to withstand the first wave of attacks to have a chance to escape successfully, thanks to the forbidden spatial teleportation technique mastered by the Great Ghost Taoist.