Jing Ling Ting.
In front of the opened black cavity passage, Senju Cheng's body was sent out.
As the person in charge of the funeral home, Rinka Yamada has long been accustomed to the deaths and remains of countless Shinigami. She even experienced the sacrifice of her husband, Seinosuke Yamada, more than fifty years ago.
However, when the man who had been taking care of him silently for more than fifty years and provided him with countless conveniences in life and work appeared in front of him in this form, Yamada Rinka couldn't help but feel extremely sad.
Vaguely, Yamada Rinka suddenly seemed to see Senju Makoto lying in front of her smiling softly and caring about herself...
At this moment, Yamada Rinka felt that the sadness in her heart was even worse than when Yamada Seinosuke died in the past. Her hands that were preparing to hand over Senju Makoto's body and place it in the funeral home could not stop trembling.
In fact, Yamada Rinka even hoped that the man in front of her with a calm and gentle expression would just fall asleep and immediately open her eyes and give her a warm embrace, telling her through actions that she was still alive.
And just when Yamada Rinka was holding back her grief and preparing to take over the body of Senju Makoto with tears in her eyes, a figure suddenly blocked her in front.
"Captain...Captain Unohana?"
Yamada Rinka said blankly.
However, the profile of Retsu Unohana seen from Yamada Rinka did not have any trace of the gentle smile in the past, as if it were a piece of ice that had not melted for thousands of years.
In fact, Unohana Retsu did not respond at all to Yamada Rinka's greetings, and hugged Senju Makoto's body as if there was no one else.
In addition to the gentleness of the movement, Yamada Rinka also felt a little skilled...
Immediately, Unohana Retsu took the body of Senju Makoto and disappeared in front of many gods of death, and then returned to his own courtyard, placing Senju Makoto in the oldest and most beautiful cherry blossom tree in the Seireitei. Down.
On the other hand, Uozhihua Lie seemed to have lost his mind, quietly staring at the body of Senju Makoto.
A long time... a long time...
Maozhihua Liecai seemed to have suddenly come back to his senses and murmured.
"Cheng, have you forgotten the promise? Didn't we promise to wait for you when you come back?"
As he spoke, Unohana Retsu's palm gently touched Senju Makoto's face, and his originally cold and calm eyes were filled with tears unconsciously.
"You lied to me, Cheng..."
"Do you know the price of deceiving a teacher? You should know it very well."
"Don't even think about escaping. Even if I chase you into hell, I will make you understand this completely..."
Unohana Retsu spoke slowly, but his hands slowly reached out and pulled out the Zanpakuto. The blade reflected Unohana Retsu's loving eyes.
"Cheng, fighting... is really the most wonderful thing in the world..."
"But what I hope for now is to have a thorough and soul-crushing fight with you."
"It doesn't matter if it's hell, I'll find you soon, Cheng!"
Unohana Retsu murmured as the blade of the Zanpakuto slowly moved across his neck.
The next moment, just when Uozhihua Lie's palm was about to exert force, he suddenly felt something pulling on his blade.
Unohana Retsu turned his eyes, and what he saw was a few green grasses that seemed to be spreading from green grass, tightly wrapped around the Zanpakutō blade.
Uozhihua Lie's eyes were startled at first, and then turned into ecstasy. He turned his head and looked along the direction of the green grass, which was extending from his living room.
"Forest and nectar?!"
Suddenly, Uozhihua Lie thought of something and ran towards the living room in a panic.
And as Unohana Retsu rushed into the living room, the green grass wrapped around the Zanpakuto blade in Unohana Retsu's hand quickly retracted into the pot that Unohana Retsu had regarded as a treasure for more than fifty years. The flower arrangement work "Forest and Dew".
In Uozhihua Lie's mind, the words that Senju Makoto once said appeared subconsciously:
[As long as I haven't died, then the 'forests and meadows' will continue to exist unchanged...]
Unohana Retsu asked cautiously, as if she was afraid of breaking a certain hope. "Cheng, you are still alive... right?"
The green grass on the "forest and sedge" did not answer, but still surrounded and protected the beautiful Mao flower in the center as before.
However, at this moment, Uozhihua Lie had already got the answer he wanted, and said with a gentle smile on his face.
"I see, then let's continue the agreement reluctantly, Cheng... I will wait for you to come back..."
The last voice was very low and firm...
…
And in the conceptual space that represents "name".
The dark haori covered by Senju Makoto spread unknowingly wider and wider, making the endless night sky seem to get darker wherever it passed.
Regarding "name", Senju Makoto has a deeper and deeper understanding...
That is the basic thing that constitutes Hueco Mundo and Soul Society, that is, the deeper essence of "spirit".
Name is matter, rule, and power!
Names are also complicated!
The world is made up of various "names" intertwined with each other, just like the names that make up the Death Overlord costume. In addition to "Spirit Son", there are also "Black", "Thread" and so on.
And Senju Makoto's "Swastika: Vientiane Edict" is the basis for Senju Makoto to have control over the name of the "Spirit Son".
At the same time, Senju Makoto also understood that the end point of the evolution of Shinigami and Hollow is to break through the limitations of his own name, and thus have the opportunity to directly control the "name" related to his own abilities.
In a sense, it is from the chess piece itself to the person playing chess...
Just as Senju Makoto continued to control the "Spirit Son" in a secret way, he suddenly sensed the emergence of another will in the conceptual space of "name".
The next moment, the "black" in the endless night sky seemed to completely roll over, and a turbulent sound containing shock and anger echoed throughout the entire conceptual space.
"Who?! Actually stealing the power of 'name' secretly!"
Immediately, Senju Cheng, standing in the endless night sky, suddenly felt that he was locked by a certain line of sight, and the "black" around him actually materialized and squeezed towards Senju Cheng.
"boom!"
When Senju Makoto raised his hand, the concept called "Spirit Son" also rose up in an instant, turning into walls to block Senju Makoto's face.
Obviously in this conceptual space, "black" and "spirit" are just ubiquitous concepts...
However, the collision between the two produced a substantial and terrifying collision.
Senju Makoto, who was covered in a dark haori, turned his eyes and looked forward, only to see a bald man with thick eyebrows and a beard appear, wearing the captain's haori that Senju Makoto was very familiar with.
However, behind the bald captain Haori... what was written was the word "zero".
