"Get lost! If you dare say that again, I'll fight you to the death!"
Senjumaru completely lost her previous composure, her body beginning to struggle nonstop.
'Holding me in his arms, feeding me, and still teasing me from time to time. This bastard of a man is so shameless, how has he not been beaten to death already?'
But her struggling might be enough to casually shove an ordinary person to death. In front of Rosse, though, it was reduced to nothing more than a bit of flirtatious meaning. He even felt the strength was too light to count as a massage.
"Hahaha! I didn't say that to mock you. I just think, don't you feel like you should come up with something new?"
Rosse gently stroked Shutara's silky hair, as if he were petting an animal he kept.
"Heh! I see it clearly now. All that stuff you said earlier was just to provoke me into working for you. Fine. I can help you. I'm even willing to make special spirit garments for you, and I'm willing to make spirit garments for the Espada of the Hollow King's Palace and all the Arrancar. But do you really dare to wear them? Do you really dare let me make them?"
Senjumaru straightened herself up from Rosse's arms, staring at him with a cold laugh. In her heart, she did not believe for a second that he would agree.
To make spirit garments, she would need access to reishi.
If she touched reishi again, she would not be careless this time.
As long as there was even the slightest opportunity, she would choose suicide, or do something that could affect Rosse.
And besides, she was the Great Weave Guard.
If he let her make spirit garments, then he should not blame her for doing a little something inside the clothes.
Even across a world, as long as reishi was used as the activation medium, she could easily cause the wearer to be pierced to death by needles.
She did not believe Rosse was unaware of this.
So she was certain that Rosse did not dare do such a thing at all.
"You seem to have misunderstood what I meant," Rosse said with a strange smile.
"Heh! You're clearly just scared. No matter how much you say, it's only covering it up."
A trace of contempt appeared in Senjumaru's eyes, as if she had returned to being that once supremely confident Great Weave Guard.
"Nope. I never said I'd let you do it. So why are we even talking about daring or not daring? When you first made the Shihakusho, didn't you rely on weaving with a Zanpakuto, and then, after receiving the Soul King's recognition, have the Soul King's power grant it to all Shinigami?"
"That's true, but with the pitiful number of Arrancar you have in Hueco Mundo, even if I wove them by hand, it would still be enough."
Feeling that Rosse was insinuating her achievements relied on the Soul King, the look in Senjumaru's eyes grew even more hostile.
If she were not unable to beat Rosse, she would have forcibly yanked the cherry out of his mouth.
They were not even as big as the ones from his vice-captain or his First Espada. Were they really that tasty?
"That I believe. But since right now you can only weave by hand, then why can't I just do it myself?", Rosse suddenly changed the subject.
What happened next caused Senjumaru's expression to gradually become blank. Her Zanpakuto, Shigarami, suddenly appeared in its released form.
And then, she watched with her own eyes as her Shigarami, under Rosse's control, used her reishi as material and transformed into countless flowing black threads.
The attire of the Hollow King's Palace gradually took shape amid interwoven light and shadow. The black silk that clung to the body was as deep as the night. The ankle-length cut discarded the bloated outline of the Shihakusho, instead using smooth lines to outline a beauty that was just right.
The gold thread along the collar and hem was a symbol of status, carrying an elegant nobility. It made this garment, perfectly tailored to her figure, appear even more imposing.
As the Great Weave Guard of Soul Society, Senjumaru's evaluation of this garment was simply perfection.
This was not because of its appearance.
Fit and beauty were only the first step in making a spirit garment.
The difference between a spirit garment and ordinary clothing lay in its unique functionality.
And the moment this garment was woven, Senjumaru understood its functions.
After all, it was woven from her reishi. Although she did not know where Rosse had drawn the reishi from, when she herself had not even a drop left.
But since Rosse could use her Zanpakuto, using her reishi did not seem particularly difficult either.
"A perfect masterpiece!"
Senjumaru pressed her lips together and gave her praise.
Although she was unwilling deep down, in her most professional field, she would not say anything against her conscience:
"In a normal state without spiritual pressure attached, it has vice-captain-level slashing defense and vice-captain-level Kido defense. Even captain-level hakuda damage can be reduced by 20 percent…"
"At the same time, this spirit garment can store reishi in advance, allowing it to repair itself the instant it is damaged. And if spiritual pressure is applied, with the spiritual pressure of you and me, it would be enough for this spirit garment to be immune to all same-level attacks except Bankai."
"So, how did you achieve a spirit garment of this out-of-spec standard?"
Senjumaru looked at Rosse with an extremely complicated expression.
Being weaker was one thing.
Her Bankai being used better by someone else, she accepted that too.
But in making spirit garments, she was still inferior?
Then in front of Rosse, aside from being a doll, what use did she even have?
With Rosse's strength, he did not need her at all in battle. He could control himself and even a fake version of her to fight alone.
"Can't you make a spirit garment of this level?"
Instead of answering her question, Rosse asked back with a mix of curiosity and amusement.
He took the finished spirit garment and personally dressed Senjumaru in it.
During the process, Senjumaru was like a doll, letting him arrange her without any intention of resisting.
Being surpassed in the field she was best at was too great a blow for her.
"No. Captain-level spirit garments are my limit. Overall, they're one tier weaker than yours. If I wanted to make a spirit garment like this, I could only add Soul King fragments as material."
Senjumaru shook her head, not avoiding the current state of the Soul King at all.
This bastard understood Soul Society even better than she did. She had also realized that some secrets she thought were important actually had no need to be concealed at all.
"Then why do you think I didn't use power of the same level?", Rosse said meaningfully.
"Heh!"
Senjumaru glanced at Rosse's body and snorted.
"This body of yours does possess three powers, but it hasn't reached the zero boundary and fused beyond it. It's still quite far from the Soul King's power," She often saw the Soul King's human-pillar form, so she was very familiar with that level of power.
Rosse was very strong, that was undeniable.
But it was only on the level of the monk, or slightly beyond the monk. In his own world, his positioning was probably similar to the monk as well, just an imperialist invader.
That level of strength was indeed very strong, but compared to the Soul King's level, it was still a whole major tier apart.
"Even if I don't have the Soul King's power, just like how you can mobilize the Soul King's power, I'm also favored by the world, you know?"
Seeing Senjumaru's expression gradually lose its smile, Rosse raised an eyebrow.
"No way. Could it be that the Soul King would rather be dismembered by others than be willing to give you power to use?"
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