Naruto just wants to be a god of death - Chapter 421

The wind blew by, but failed to dispel the stagnant atmosphere at this time.

Kurosaki Ichigo was at a loss.

He felt like the heroine in the so-called romance novel, two excellent men fighting for their right to belong.

He held the knife on his back and stood numbly and stiffly beside him. He wanted to speak out but didn’t know what to say.

Support Naruto, right?

He also tended to do so in his heart.

But Uncle Naruto dared to say it frankly, but he didn’t know how to say it.

There is always a kind of person who will turn into a “despicable villain” who doesn’t care about the survival of the three realms if he speaks out.

Can you talk to the monk?

Not to mention that I didn’t agree with him in my heart, not to mention that this was going to be the opposite of Uncle Naruto who had always been so good to me. He wasn’t that cruel-hearted yet.

“Let them handle their matters.” While he was struggling, a male voice sounded behind him.

Kurosaki Ichigo turned his head.

It was a man with an airplane haircut who appeared quietly behind him.

Or rather

It felt like he was silent and he was the only one.

Naruto and the monk both turned to look at him as soon as he appeared.

“Is this Kurosaki Ichigo?” Kirinji Shitenro reached out and patted the orange-haired boy on the shoulder, “His injuries are quite serious.”

“Just give it to me first and take it back for treatment.”

Naruto’s eyes fell on him.

“The matter you are worried about is not something I can decide.” Kirinji Shitenro spread his hands and shook his head, “Little Naruto, what I want to do is to heal Kurosaki Ichigo, that’s all.”

He paused and spoke earnestly: “Including the remaining ones, Hikifune, Nigeya, and Shutara.”

“Their mission is the same as mine, to do to Kurosaki Ichigo what they did to you.”

“That’s all.”

Naruto glanced at the monk, then nodded: “Then I will leave Ichigo to you for now.”

“Don’t worry, take a dip in my hot spring, and he will immediately become more energetic.” Kirinji Shitenro grinned, grabbed Kurosaki Ichigo’s wrist, and led him away in an instant.

Wait for bystanders to leave.

The monk then spoke: “You want to do something to me, don’t you, little Naruto?”

“If you still have the idea of ​​using Ichigo Kurosaki as a wedge.” Naruto nodded and refused to give in. “It doesn’t make sense, so I will have to use my fists.”

The monk grinned: “You are very talented, more talented than Yamamoto Genryusai.”

“Very powerful too!”

“I heard Nimaiya say that you have transcended the concept of ‘reaper’, and you are different from the way chosen by the sinner Soyousuke Aizen.”

“but”

“I’m different. I’m different from everyone else and every opponent you’ve ever faced.”

“You can’t explain the principles of fists to me.”

He was confident, his voice was calm, and he was confident.

“The meaning of Kurosaki Ichigo’s existence is wedge.”

“As long as I am here, nothing will happen to the Soul King. The purpose of the existence of the Zero Squadron is to protect the Soul King’s safety.”

“only.”

“In order to prevent that extremely small possibility, even only one in ten million.”

Naruto frowned.

From the monk’s perspective, he is full of confidence.

But as far as he was concerned, the Spirit King was already determined to die.

Those remarks gave Naruto a premonition that he would die in this war.

Whether it’s suicide or self-commitment.

so.

Regarding the “wedge” matter, the outcome should be decided early, instead of waiting until the “death of the spiritual king” happens before considering it.

If so, Kurosaki Ichigo might really be pushed to the top and become that “wedge”.

The monk’s expression changed: “It’s what Lord Spirit King said to you that made you worry like this.”

“Then Kurosaki Ichigo should do it even more.”

“Keep it for later use!”

He opened his hand and took the initiative.

“Thousand-mile Palm”.

The spiritual power condensed in an instant, forming an extremely huge palm, tens of meters high, and slapped Naruto head-on.

“Uzumaki Naruto, you are still too young.”

“kindness.”

“It shouldn’t be a strong person, it shouldn’t be the emotions that a person like you should have.”

“Go back and reflect.”

The giant hand pushes and stirs up wind and waves.

There was no murderous intention, but the arrogance of being aloof and wanting to teach him a lesson seemed to overflow.

Naruto remained expressionless as he drew his sword.

In the hand, the blade dispersed into tiny particles, and with the help of the wind brought by the giant palm, it grew surgingly in the blink of an eye.

“Make trouble, Uzumaki.”

Although the form has changed, the essence of the power has not.

Begin to explain the release.

The giant palm froze out of thin air, and with a clicking sound, the stable spiritual power structure collapsed here.

Haven’t photographed Naruto yet.

It tilted into a surging spiritual storm, surging from both sides and blowing into the sky.

“Is this the power of your knife?” The monk narrowed his eyes, spiritual power surging between his pupils, “It looks good.”

“but.”

“You seem to have underestimated me.”

“This power alone is not enough to defeat me.”

“The strongest Shinigami is Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni.”

“But I, like you, hold the position of Team Zero, but I just choose to become a Shinigami.”

He stretched out his hand, held it at his waist, and pulled it outward.

Pull out a handful.

A unique knife.

Its appearance does not show any connection with a sword. It is a brush longer than an arm, with ink hanging on the tip, fluffy and soft.

Only the aura of spiritual pressure exuded by it shows that it is a Zanpakutō.

“I was born in this world before the three realms were built.” The monk said calmly, his eyes rolling while speaking, and his blood-red pupils gradually disappeared under his eyelids, leaving only turbid yellow whites, filling the entire eye socket.

“Lord Soul King gave me the name of ‘Eye Monk’.”

“This allows me to master an ability.”

“It is precisely because of this ability that the person who finally stayed with Lord Soul King was me.”

“Instead of the group of guys from the five nobles.”

“I told you just now.”

“I can give names to everything in the world, and naturally, I can also take back the names of everything in the world.”

He swung the huge brush in his hand.

Ink splashed and collapsed on the ground, large and small ink dots, scattered like gravel.

“Dye it black! Ichimonji!”

As he spoke, a cold light flashed.

This is an extremely powerful sword. The moment it was released, the feeling of being “dyed in black and white” became clearer around the monk.

The light became dim.

Kurama’s face was solemn.

Just the breath made it a little uncomfortable.

“Now you have no chance to regret.” The monk held the end of the sword with one hand and the pen with the other hand, grinning, sunny, “I am different from those people in the Soul Society.”

“They spoil you.”

“And I won’t.”

“Young people always have to learn some lessons to know what they can and can’t do.”

“You have to be more mature, Uzumaki Naruto, otherwise.”

“How should I lead the Gotei 13 in the future.”

He raised his leg and bowed, and stepped out in an instant.

It’s not entirely the instant step skills of the god of death, but also some of the skills of the Quincy’s “flying sickle kick”.

The speed is very fast!

The history of the three realms is millions of years long.

That is to say

This guy’s life span is at least millions of years.

With such a long time, no matter how stupid one is, he can hone his skills and abilities to a terrifying degree.

Not to mention him.

He slashed down with a knife.

Kuroma barely caught it, and flicked his tail, pointing it at his body.

But he was half a beat slower.

Naruto caught it and reached out to grab it.

The wind and particles blew, wrapped around the pen knife, pulled it back, and dragged the monk to stagger.

The strike failed.

But the monk grinned: “Do you know what my Ichimonji ability is?”

Naruto’s face changed slightly.

Kuroma noticed something and turned his eyes away, unbelievable.

“Cut the name but not the flesh.” The monk patiently explained to him, “The effect is just like what you feel now-“

Naruto lowered his head and looked at his hands.

The spiritual pressure

did not lose or disappear, just turned into half of what it was before for no reason.

“Don’t get me wrong, it’s not just spiritual pressure.” The monk raised his knife and pointed it at him recklessly, “It’s power.”

“All your power will be reduced to one-half.”

Naruto stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

The vortex of wind was still blowing, but. Just as the monk said, if you want to activate it to exert the same power as before, you need to consume more spiritual pressure to do it.

The power is weaker and the consumption is greater.

But even so

Naruto grabbed another knife at his waist.

“Kurouma.”

The fox on the shoulder shrank and went back to his inner world.

“Half”

“Even if it’s half of our power, we can beat him.”

It knew what power Naruto wanted to use after pulling out “Kurouma”. In front of an enemy of this level who possesses this kind of rule power, just “Shikai” and the power of Kurama itself are not enough to help too much.

Only

Naruto shouted: “Bankai——”

The monk’s face finally changed a little. His eyes were as white as “white eyes” and no expression could be seen, but the movement of his facial features released his inner emotions.

Surprised, unexpected.

In his intelligence, Naruto did not know “Bankai”, whether “Kurama” or “Uzumaki”.

Even if he used it now, he should use the “Uzumaki” sword.

After all, he was reforged and reborn by Nimaiya Wang Yue.

But the first “Bankai” he performed.

Was it “Kurama”?

The chanting of the words continued.

“Three evils and three virtues, Maha Six Paths”.

The golden light was draped on Naruto, brilliant and dazzling.

The six lines, the Tomoe lines, and the robes.

All gathered on him without missing a single one.

The monk’s face was heavy.

This spiritual pressure

What concerned him was not its strength, but a vague symbolic meaning.

Just like himself, the power displayed by this sword was not limited to the “power of the god of death”.

It turned out that before the “Uzumaki” sword was born, Uzumaki Naruto had already embarked on such a path?

Not only that.

Naruto raised his hand, and after the Bankai, the half of the power that was originally wiped out by the monk was recovered, and even amplified, becoming stronger.

Hooking his fingers.

The wind was blown again.

The spirit particles were driven and adhered to Naruto’s spiritual power little by little.

“Sage Mode” was also activated at this time.

The golden coat was coated with a small layer of colorful light.

Holy, brilliant, and unattainable.

From the outside, it looked like the most precious divine object in the world.

“Shinta and this kind of method similar to that of a Quincy.” The monk muttered, his voice no longer so calm, “It’s beyond my imagination.”

“Naruto.”

“The Soul King has always refused to say.”

“But no matter what the source of your power is, it is necessary to teach you a lesson today.”

He paused and thought for a while.

“That move was too cruel for you. You and I just have different ideas, and it’s not to the point of life and death.”

“So–“

Spiritual power gathered in his body.

“You should have heard that before the birth of Zanpakutō, the Shinigami could develop a power similar to today’s ‘Bankai’, called ‘Shin’.”

“It is different from Bankai.”

“Your Kurama and your Uzumaki, their power release should also be classified as Shin’s, not Bankai like ordinary Shinigami.”

“Let me teach you a lesson.”

“How to use Shin’s.”

Although he kept saying that he would teach Naruto how to use Shin’s, he did not release it immediately, but waved the Ichimonji in his hand and splashed it.

Naruto was careful.

If he was hit, his power would be weakened by half.

The most important thing is that it is not clear whether this ability can be superimposed.

If it can, half of the power will be lost at a time, and it will probably be weakened to the level of a seat officer in a few times.

Instant step, Flying Thunder God, Flying sickle kick

These footwork techniques are used in succession. The monk’s instant step is not slow, but it is difficult to catch up and cause an effective attack.

After that, there was no more slashing.

It’s just…

Inner world.

Kurama muttered: “What’s wrong with his knife? It’s a blade and a pen tip.”

“It also spills some stuff.”

“It’s dirty.”

Naruto curled his lips. How could Kurama say such things? It’s not him who got dirty, but himself.

But he was also very curious.

These black inks will not affect the strength or behavior, but they are dirty and a little uncomfortable.

When most of Naruto’s body was splashed with ink.

The monk suddenly stopped, grinned, raised the knife, and chanted the word spirit.

“Really fight!”

“White pen one word.”

The knife in his hand changed slightly, and the blade seemed to turn back into a brush. The ink on it disappeared, leaving only the white and clean pen tip.

A circle of white, rich, cloud-like spiritual pressure, with ripples in circles, spread out with his body as the center.

“I didn’t have the chance to use the power of Ichimonji on you just now.”

“It can not only reduce your power by half, but also erase the name of the things it has stained black.”

“Did you sense it?”

Naruto stayed where he was, narrowing his eyes slightly.

So.

Erase the name?

This sounds very subtle, and he still remembers his name.

Even in his inner world, Kurama did the same. After the monk said this, he shouted without hesitation: “Uzumaki Naruto.”

“I haven’t forgotten your name.”

(4k today, w word tomorrow!)