"It's the monk who doesn't allow us to touch Soul King fragments. If I had Soul King fragments too, the spirit garment I made would definitely be better than this one," Senjumaru said this angrily, but the moment she finished speaking, she fell silent.
Just now, because she really could not hold it in, she had still said some things she should not have said.
But some words, once spoken, are very hard to take back.
It was not only because Rosse was here. Even Senjumaru herself could not help but keep thinking about it.
Since the Soul King was already like that, what would it matter to take out just a little more?
Wouldn't it be good to make a unique spirit garment for every member of the Zero Division?
Although their Zero Division could resurrect, and Bankai still required blood contracts and the sacrifice of others, so in theory there was no need for defense in actual combat.
But… spirit garments were her ultimate pursuit.
If she could not create more perfect spirit garments, then what was the point of joining the Zero Division?
The truth was exactly as Rosse had just said.
Ever since she invented the Shihakusho, she had never improved further.
But how could she improve?
Before being promoted to the Zero Division, she could already make captain-level spirit garments.
After being promoted to the Zero Division, even though her body was reshaped by the Oken, she still could only make captain-level spirit garments.
She even occasionally had an absurd feeling that the Oken was not a blessing to her at all, but rather a kind of shackle.
If she had not become part of the Zero Division, with her personality, she probably would have secretly started researching with the Soul King's power long ago.
In the end, all these thoughts turned into a single sigh from Senjumaru.
She looked at Rosse with eyes like a still ancient well, her voice returning to its original indifference, "Don't bother anymore. I don't like the Royal Palace, I don't like the Zero Division, and I don't like Soul Society. At the same time, because of you, I can never go back."
"But…"
"I was born there, you were born here. We can never be..."
After hearing these resolute words, Rosse instead smiled.
The most unwavering convictions are never spoken aloud.
Words that are spoken, how can they be called true feelings?
'Do you really believe this yourself, Senjumaru?'
"Very beautiful words. I hope you can keep this original intention in the future. However, I've already shown my talent, so shouldn't it be your turn to show something?"
Rosse did not dwell on Senjumaru's words.
Talking about this too much would only make Senjumaru more resolute.
Better to say nothing at all.
When enough time passed, the cracks would naturally grow larger and larger, until total collapse.
"What do you want me to make? Wait… this is a Soul King fragment? Where did you get fragments like these?"
Senjumaru raised her head in shock, her eyes wide as she stared at the fragments in Rosse's hand.
Although all these fragments together were not even the size of a fingernail.
These were Soul King fragments.
As long as she added something the size of a single cell, it would be enough to raise a spirit garment beyond the captain level.
"That dismemberment feast back then scattered quite a few fragments across the Three Realms. I just collected them," Rosse said with a smile.
These fragments came from many sources.
Some came from the treasured collections of the Tsunayashiro and Shiba families, some came from other noble families.
His perception of the Soul King's power was far beyond what Aizen could manage at this stage, so he had easily obtained many fragments.
Up to now, Aizen had only guessed that the Hogyoku was related to Soul King fragments, without fully confirming it.
The remaining portion came from some scattered in Hueco Mundo, roughly only about one-third of what the nobles had provided.
It had to be said that the Five Great Noble Families who dismembered the Soul King back then really had an incredible amount of treasures.
Unfortunately, last time Aizen could not make too big a move. Most of the Tsunayashiro family's collection had been taken by the Kuchiki family and Captain-Commander Yamamoto. Otherwise, the number of fragments in his hands would probably be ten times more.
"What kind of clothes do you want me to make?"
Senjumaru knew that Rosse was tempting her, but she truly could not resist this temptation.
Creating a spirit garment that surpassed the captain level was the pursuit of her entire life.
Now, this opportunity was already placed right in front of her.
As long as she obtained even a tiny bit of a Soul King fragment, she could create her own perfect masterpiece.
For her, as the Great Weave Guardian, this temptation was even more intoxicating than a drug.
"Very simple. Make a set similar to the one you're wearing now, but tailored to my size."
The corner of Rosse's mouth lifted slightly as he handed half of the fragments in his hand to Senjumaru, then reached out and lightly flicked the tip of her delicate nose.
In an instant, a dense stream of reishi flowed along the tip of Senjumaru's nose and into her body, soaking her body that had long since dried up.
"Not enough. My current spiritual pressure is only third-grade spiritual might. I need first-grade spiritual might reishi, otherwise there's a risk of failure."
Senjumaru took a deep breath, sensing the energy of the Soul King fragments in her hand, and immediately gave the most precise judgment.
Using reishi to weave a spirit garment capable of bearing and fusing Soul King power was not a simple task.
"No problem!"
Rosse smiled lightly and leaned forward, bringing his face close to Senjumaru's.
"Hmph!"
Senjumaru had no patience to play around with Rosse at this moment. She decisively and proactively wrapped her arms around Rosse's head, pressing her red lips directly onto his.
Right now, her mind was filled only with making the spirit garment. Who had time to dawdle?
Anyway, everything had already been seen and played with. One more time did not make a difference.
Instantly, just as Senjumaru expected, reishi poured into her body without pause, filling the emptiness within her.
At that moment, she was like a vampire, greedily sucking from Rosse, as if she wanted to drain him dry.
The reishi transfer was very fast. In just over ten seconds, Senjumaru had recovered to the level of first-grade spiritual might.
Sensing that the transfer had ended, Senjumaru pulled away without hesitation, grabbed the Shigarami that Rosse had just been controlling, and knelt down, instantly entering a state of sword meditation.
She was still not at her peak, so she needed to adjust her condition to the best possible state.
No matter what, the spirit garment she made had to be better than Rosse's.
At this moment, she did not think at all about su!cide or escape. Her mind was filled entirely with how to construct the most perfect spirit garment.
After about half an hour, Senjumaru, having reached her peak state, suddenly opened her eyes.
Shigarami slowly drifted into her hands. This time, she did not have skeletal mechanical arms. Instead, she held a Shigarami in each hand, both hands dancing in midair with a mysterious rhythm, weaving strands of black reishi threads one by one.
When Shigarami was in Rosse's hands, it was like an industrial-age loom, fast but lacking beauty and soul.
But in Senjumaru's hands, Shigarami was like two lively paintbrushes. The threads they drew continuously intertwined, filled with artistry and beauty.
Those tiny Soul King fragments were also, under Senjumaru's careful division, gradually and perfectly integrated into the threads.
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