Unlike Rosse, who had relied on the power of the world to rapidly accelerate the formation of the spirit garment, because of insufficient spiritual pressure, and even more so because the power contained within the fragments of the Soul King was far too vast, her every act of control appeared incomparably slow and incomparably meticulous.
As if a top-tier embroiderer were using her very soul to stitch together a robe that came from a god.
Rosse left only a single thread of his attention behind in this undersea royal palace, quietly watching.
The bulk of his focus was still placed over in the Soul Society, dealing with the various aftermaths following that great battle.
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And just the forming of the spirit garment alone took a full seven days and seven nights.
On the first day, the prototype of the clothing appeared. It was a long robe based in a black as deep as night.
Its form bore a few similarities to Kurosaki Ichigo's Shikai-era shihakusho. Yet in its tailoring, it incorporated some intricate embellishments, making it look far more artistically refined at a glance.
On the third day, golden patterns began to spread across the black canvas.
This was not simple decoration. Instead, the dissolved power of the Soul King was transformed into golden threads, stitched needle by needle into the robe. In the end, they traced circles of gilded trim along the edges and cuffs, both magnificent and majestic.
On the fifth day, deeper layers of detail began to emerge.
Within the lining of the robe, and within the hidden patterns along the hem, streaks of deep indigo like a star-filled sky gradually surfaced.
This was an entirely new color born from the fusion of Rosse's reishi after being added, mingling with the power of the Soul King and Senjumaru's reishi.
It was not ostentatious, yet as light flowed across it, it made the entire robe seem as though it contained a vast, profound ocean, filled with mystery and nobility.
On the seventh day, when the final thread was drawn in, this one-of-a-kind Hollow King's garment was finally completed in Senjumaru's hands.
It hovered quietly in midair, its overall appearance a restrained pitch-black. Yet the flowing golden patterns upon it were like a burning river of stars in the night, radiating an unquestionable majesty. And the faint hints of deep blue hidden in the shadows endowed it with a godlike nobility and mystery.
"A perfect creation. A perfect fusion of power, authority, and art," Rosse voiced his praise as he gently spread his arms.
The clothes he had been wearing instantly collapsed and shattered into dust.
The Hollow King's garment made by Senjumaru was a complete set, inside and out, requiring him to hold nothing back.
"My craftsmanship does not require your praise," Shutara Senjumaru slightly lifted her chin, trying to maintain her last shred of pride.
Yet her subtly trembling fingertips and the uncontrollable fervor shining in her eyes had long betrayed her true feelings.
With a light wave of her hand, the Hollow King's garment that had been hovering quietly seemed to come alive, gently falling into her hands.
She walked toward Rosse.
At this moment, the look in her eyes as she gazed at Rosse had completely changed.
It was no longer the gaze reserved for a conqueror or a captor. It was the gaze of the most devout believer, looking up at a god about to descend.
It was the gaze of the most obsessive artist, appraising the most perfect masterpiece of her life.
She personally held the garments, her fingertips brushing across Rosse's skin as she dressed him by hand, her movements gentle and filled with ritual, just as Rosse had draped a robe over her not long ago.
To personally place her perfect creation, into which she had poured all her effort, skill, and even her soul, onto the one and only perfect vessel capable of fully interpreting it.
To her, this in itself was the highest honor imaginable.
Setting aside positions and past grievances, no matter how unwilling she might be in words, she had to admit deep down: The man before her was the only one qualified to wear this garment.
In her heart, Rosse's qualification had already surpassed that incomplete god within the Soul King Palace.
A perfect garment should be matched with a perfect person.
The Soul King was indeed great, but how could that shattered body ever be worthy of flawless perfection?
One piece after another, when Senjumaru, in a posture almost like worship, put the final outer robe on Rosse and fastened the gilded belt, the look in her eyes burned to its peak.
Just as she had imagined, no… even more perfect than she had imagined.
Before donning this robe, Rosse was a powerhouse who restrained his strength and nobility, yet felt unfathomable.
Unless he deliberately released it, that kingly aura of ruling all under heaven would not constantly reveal itself.
But now, the moment the robe fused with fragments of the Soul King fully merged with his body, an indescribable, seemingly innate divinity spread out from him.
He did not need to make any movement, nor speak a single word. Simply standing there, he seemed to become the center of the world.
That was no longer a man. But a god walking among mortals, or the one and only king whom no common being could dare to gaze upon.
"Perfect, absolutely perfect!"
Senjumaru admired Rosse in a trance, as though she were appreciating the most valuable artwork in the world.
This was her greatest creation. All the accumulation of thousands of years had been unleashed at this moment. This was her soul's work.
Even if her strength became greater in the future, even if the materials were better, she would absolutely never be able to create something this good again.
Rosse did not look at Senjumaru, who was acting like a lovestruck fool. Under normal circumstances, he would have been more than happy to tease her a bit.
But now, he merely closed his eyes slightly, feeling the weight of the spirit garment on his body.
Judging purely by materials, the materials of this spirit garment were not better than those of the spirit garments he had made before.
But in terms of rank, this spirit garment had definitely crossed beyond the SS tier, reaching the height of SSS.
Even if it had only just barely reached that level, compared to an SS-tier spirit garment, it was still a difference like heaven and earth.
Just by standing there wearing this garment, aside from Captain-Commander Yamamoto, all the captains together would be unable to cause him any harm.
If he personally activated its spiritual pressure barrier, he could even tank Captain-Commander Yamamoto's Zanka no Tachi: South without taking a scratch.
In terms of defensive power, this spirit garment had already exceeded Rosse's expectations.
Not to mention that this spirit garment also possessed some special functions.
The most basic function was that it allowed him to carry the aura of the Soul King.
To others, this held little value, but to him, it was of immense worth.
Entering the Shinigami world with this aura, even if he used the powers of his own world, he would no longer be rejected by the world, and could even evade the Soul King's detection.
After all, the current Soul King was far from the Soul King who could create worlds. It was merely a world core with an empty shell, whose self-awareness had almost completely dissipated.
As for the other functions, whether on the defensive side or the assimilation side, they were more than enough to make Rosse feel genuinely satisfied.
Of course, what satisfied him the most was still the most special function of this spirit garment.
That most special function completed the final piece of the puzzle for devouring the Shinigami world.
If nothing unexpected happened, this should be Senjumaru's greatest act of aiding the enemy.
Though it was only to fulfill the supreme pursuit in her heart, it also presented him with the most valuable gift for flattening the Shinigami world.
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