He quickly got in touch with Shutara Senjumaru.
On the other end of the computer, Senjumaru sat in an empty room.
She looked at the chat, knowing that Kisuke Urahara had already informed Yoriichi Tsugikuni of her request, and a playful smile appeared on her lips.
She stretched out her slender fingers, typing on the keyboard, and asked with a hint of seduction:
"Well, have you thought about it? The heavenly clothes tailored by this concubine are not something just anyone can obtain, you know."
With that, Senjumaru lightly brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and continued typing,
"Even if that Kiryu paid a price and wanted me to tailor for that little girl in the lower realm, I didn't agree."
The reason for this was that her reishi was needed.
Unlike ordinary Shinigami uniforms, this heavenly garment was made of special material, capable of even blocking attacks from a Captain-Commander level.
Although for Yoriichi Tsugikuni, this level of defense might be irrelevant, what about those around him?
Shutara Senjumaru knew that Yoriichi Tsugikuni would not agree, which was why she made such an absurd request, so as to give herself an out and then propose other conditions.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni did not know Senjumaru's little scheme.
He looked at the text on the computer screen, feeling only that the other party was "teasing" him.
No wonder Kisuke had repeatedly shown a difficult expression at the time.
These seniors are not easy to get along with.
He shook his head helplessly, sighing inwardly, then replied:
"Do I have to take off all my clothes?"
"With all due respect, Ms. Shutara, I've never heard of such an inexplicable rule."
"If you just want to tailor a Shinigami uniform, I have existing data here."
"No, no." Senjumaru on the other end shook her head repeatedly.
Her hands, adorned with nail polish, tapped lightly,
"Existing data is not as accurate as direct measurement. Not having heard of it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."
"Hundreds of years ago, when this concubine was still in Soul Society, all the Squad Zero members I handled took off all their clothes. There's nothing to be ashamed of."
You also said it was hundreds of years ago… Yoriichi sighed softly.
Past rules would certainly fade and disappear with the passage of time.
At least Yoriichi had not experienced such things when acquiring his Shinigami uniform previously.
He was about to reply to her—that times have changed, and if possible, it would be better to change the condition, otherwise, forget it…
Unexpectedly, she replied first:
"It seems Captain-Commander is quite displeased with the request this concubine has made. That's understandable, after all, you are a married man. How about this?"
"You and your wife, please come to my palace soon. Let her personally take your measurements. What do you think?"
Yoriichi fell silent. If Uta came, there would be no problem.
But going to Senjumaru's palace, was this serious?
The Soul King Palace was simply too far away.
Normal measurement work could be done in Seireitei because there were computers that could transmit data in real-time.
Now… never mind. Although he didn't know the specific reason, after thinking about it, Yoriichi ultimately gave up on trying to understand.
Senjumaru being willing to take a step back was already a very good outcome.
Yoriichi collected his thoughts and asked, "When?"
"The sooner the better." Senjumaru continued typing, the smile on her lips becoming more pronounced,
"You're collecting combat data from Squad Zero members, so you must be seeking consent from more than just me and Hikifune Kirio, right?"
"Nimaiya Ōetsu also has some matters to discuss with you, so we can resolve everything at once…"
…
Inside Squad Zero.
After ending her conversation with Yoriichi Tsugikuni, Shutara Senjumaru boredly started playing a game.
She had expected Yoriichi Tsugikuni to appear a few days later, as he was the Captain-Commander and would have things to arrange.
Unexpectedly, before she even finished one game, she received news of two distinguished guests arriving.
Senjumaru raised her eyes, looking at the divine soldier reporting to her, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.
She lowered her gaze to look at the time on the screen…
Hmm, only fifteen minutes had passed.
This was too fast.
Did they use the Super-Dimensional Gate?
However, since they had already arrived, she couldn't pretend not to see them.
While informing Nimaiya Ōetsu of the matter, she tidied her clothes and invited the two in.
Then, the measurement for the heavenly garment officially began.
…
"Uta, you should know how to take measurements, right? Would you like this concubine to teach you?"
Senjumaru wore a seemingly enthusiastic smile, but her eyes held a subtle hint of anticipation.
"No, no need. Please, Ms. Senjumaru, stand further away. This is a matter between my husband and me."
Uta, with a slightly flushed face, pulled the changing room curtain shut, completely cutting off Senjumaru's intention to investigate.
This was a bad woman, Uta thought, and very perverted.
Teaching her? She clearly just wanted to do the measuring herself.
It was a good thing Yoriichi called her, otherwise…
Uta could barely imagine what would have happened next.
Outside the curtain, Shutara Senjumaru shook her head with a hint of regret, a flicker of disappointment in her eyes:
"What a pity."
She wasn't perverted; her desire to measure Yoriichi wasn't for anything else.
She just wanted to see why Yoriichi Tsugikuni possessed such a powerful body.
Due to her unique ability, Senjumaru's technique allowed her to thoroughly examine the opponent's physical functions during measurement and create the most suitable Shinigami uniform for them.
Although this operation could also be performed through clothes, she still preferred to see some Shinigami looking shy in front of her.
They would say no, but their actions of taking off clothes were very honest. However, now…
"Never mind. After all, he's the Captain-Commander; he should have some decorum. It would have been better if this concubine had left a few hundred years later."
Senjumaru sighed.
If she had left a few hundred years later, Yoriichi Tsugikuni would have been unable to escape her grasp when his Shinigami uniform was being made.
But now it was too late to regret; she could only try through his clothes.
With these thoughts, five minutes later, Uta finished the measurement work, pulled back the curtain, and walked out.
Her cheeks were visibly still flushed, because every time she thought of the bad woman outside eyeing Yoriichi's body, she couldn't calm down.
Normally, when girls admired him, Uta wouldn't say anything.
As the Captain-Commander, it was normal, but what was wrong with this woman in front of her?
She actually wanted to touch him directly, and in front of her, the legitimate wife…
Coming back to her senses, it completely overturned Uta's worldview.
Fortunately, she didn't succeed.
Uta silently exhaled, tightened her grip on the pen, and then handed the on-site measurement data to Senjumaru.
Senjumaru glanced at it, a subtle smile playing on her lips.
—A perfect body!
In over a thousand years of practice, it was her first time seeing such perfect data.
Not even Aizen, who pretended to be weak but was actually very strong back then, could compare to him.
Of course, although Senjumaru thought this without any ulterior motives, in Uta's eyes, it was different.
She just felt that Senjumaru was thinking bad things.
Uta puffed out her cheeks, becoming even more resolute in her decision that this bad woman must never get close to Yoriichi.
Rustle.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni walked out of the changing room, dressed.
He was expressionless, about to ask when the heavenly garment would be ready.
Suddenly, a strange atmosphere filled the air, interrupting his words.
Looking closely, it was Uta emitting it, a hint of jealousy.
"…" Yoriichi was silent and walked forward.
He asked, "Are you alright?"
Uta turned her head, her pursed lips combined with her determined gaze, the meaning was self-evident.
Yoriichi seemed to see her determination to protect him…
—Protect him?
Oh no, his eyes were playing tricks on him.
To witness such a thing in his lifetime, Uta had truly come into her own; it wasn't a wasted trip.
At this moment, directly opposite, Shutara Senjumaru had already put away the measurement data.
She sized up Yoriichi and spoke first:
"Come with me. Although we have the data, we still need to confirm the fabric for the clothes."
She then looked at Uta, "Uta can also come. If you don't mind, how about I make the decision to give you a matching couple's outfit as well?"
Senjumaru was incredibly perceptive; she naturally noticed the jealousy in Uta's eyes and continued with a smile,
"Please don't refuse. My hobby is tailoring, and I'm not interested in anything else."
"If two flawless heavenly garments are born from me and given to a talented couple, it would be quite a beautiful story to spread."
Upon hearing this, Uta was stunned.
Eh?
Not interested? But why?
Uta didn't understand, but upon hearing the terms "couple's outfit" and "talented couple," even with her lack of understanding, she felt a little relieved and was happy for once.
She nodded, then left the place with Yoriichi.
Subsequently, in another location, Senjumaru performed the measurement work for Uta.
If she couldn't touch Yoriichi's body, touching his wife wasn't bad either.
Although not as perfect as Yoriichi, for a Shinigami, it was sufficient.
After the measurements, Senjumaru looked at both their body data and then began selecting materials, striving to create a Shinigami uniform that represented her highest skill…
…
At the same time.
On the other side.
Nimaiya Ōetsu, carrying a huge glass box on his back, was hurrying towards Shutara Senjumaru's detached palace in Squad Zero.
As he walked, he hummed a cheerful tune, his expression very happy.
Although he usually looked this way, today was distinctly different from usual.
It was probably because of the box on his back.
When he arrived outside the detached palace, he saw Yoriichi Tsugikuni and Uta Tsugikuni sitting together under a porch roof from afar.
"Hey, little Tsugikuni!"
Nimaiya Ōetsu shouted at the top of his lungs, waving high at them, calling out an affectionate nickname.
No sooner had he spoken than his figure flashed, disappearing in an instant and appearing beside the two.
Yoriichi had just heard the greeting and was slightly startled, wondering who would call him that.
The next second, he saw the newcomer, the familiar figure and distinctive attire making him realize who it was.
It was Nimaiya Ōetsu, so it was no surprise.
Seeing Nimaiya Ōetsu gently put down the box behind him, Yoriichi nodded slightly, his gaze calm as he looked at him and asked,
"Did Senior come here because of Ms. Shutara?"
"Eh, don't call me Senior, it makes us sound too unfamiliar!"
After putting down the box, Nimaiya Ōetsu seemed to have shed a great burden, letting out a long sigh of relief.
He casually and enthusiastically put his arm around Yoriichi's shoulder, as if they were old friends of many years,
"Just call me Ōetsu. The Monk, little Kiryu, they all call me that."
"You're the Captain-Commander now, and the monk is your peer."
"If you call me senior, what will the monk do? You need to consider him more!"
His words were rapid, and his voice had a distinct rhythm, leaving Yoriichi a bit overwhelmed by the sudden enthusiasm.
Just as he was about to politely decline, Nimaiya Ōetsu unexpectedly pulled back a little distance after speaking.
He still wore an enthusiastic smile, his gaze shifting to Uta:
"Yo, I didn't expect your wife to come too. It's been years, and you're still so young!"
"It seems little Kiryu's cooking was very helpful to her back then!"
Uta Tsugikuni was slightly taken aback, unsure how to respond to the sudden compliment.
Fortunately, Nimaiya Ōetsu was very good at controlling the pace.
Knowing that the Tsugikuni couple couldn't keep up with his train of thought, he got straight to the point, stating his intention:
"I'm here to see you, indeed, because of Shutara Senjumaru."
Nimaiya Ōetsu's voice was still cheerful, but there was a hint of seriousness in his tone.
"Let me state upfront, I am very satisfied with the computers you sent over."
"It's just that the quantity is too small; one is completely insufficient for my honeys to use."
"Of course, these aren't the most important things, and I'm not saying this to ask you to send more computers."
"I just want to tell you that because of your computers, the relationship between me and my honeys has improved."
"So, I've decided to take the initiative and give you a good thing!"
"Honey" means sweetheart.
Although listening to Nimaiya Ōetsu's Japanese and English mixed conversation was a bit tiring.
However, Yoriichi still felt a glimmer of interest in this so-called "good thing."
His gaze first swept over the box behind Nimaiya Ōetsu, then over the other party's face, and he asked:
"It's good that you're satisfied. Is this what you mean by the 'good thing'?"
"What is this?"
Because the box was wrapped in cloth, and Transparent World could not see through objects, Yoriichi found it difficult to discern the contents inside.
The box looked like an ornamental fish tank, but it couldn't possibly contain fish.
But if not fish, then what?
Yoriichi recalled the other party's profession and title, and a faint guess formed in his mind—it couldn't be a Zanpakuto, could it?
As expected.
Seeing Yoriichi Tsugikuni's expression, Nimaiya Ōetsu nodded in agreement, a triumphant smile appearing on his face:
"That's right, it's a Zanpakuto!"
"Of course, it's a special Zanpakuto. It has no Shikai or Bankai."
No Shikai or Bankai, what kind of Zanpakuto is that?
Yoriichi was puzzled, his brows furrowing involuntarily, his gaze carrying a hint of incomprehension.
Seeing this, Nimaiya Ōetsu shook his head with a smile, then reached out and opened the box, revealing its true contents.
Inside the box lay a plain katana, its blade submerged in clear water, without a scabbard.
The reishi water gently rippled, and the blade subtly shifted with the movement of the waves.
At first glance, this sword appeared no different from a normal asauchi; however, Yoriichi Tsugikuni could discern its extraordinary nature.
Very sharp, uncommonly sharp.
If you ask why, it's naturally because—without a wielder, this sword, simply by gently swaying with the water, cut the water.
It truly cut it, even the reishi that composed the water was severed in half, similar to splitting an atom…
Although Yoriichi's Transparent World could not see through objects, it could push his perception to its limit.
He saw it clearly, and his heart couldn't help but tremble.
Is this still a sword?
His expression became strange.
Nimaiya Ōetsu did not possess Transparent World, so he couldn't discern the complex thoughts in Yoriichi's mind through subtle expressions.
After revealing the gift, he explained to himself:
"This sword is named Sayafushi. It's a failed product I forged ten years ago."
"Hmm, it's a failed product, but not entirely."
His tone carried some helplessness, but more pride.
"Because it's too sharp, it can even cut through the most basic reishi that makes up all things. I couldn't find a scabbard that could contain it, so it refused to appear."
"It was just left there by me."
"I originally planned to leave it there indefinitely, because, well, you know me, I have too many honeys around, so it doesn't make a difference whether I have it or not."
"But no matter what, it was forged by me, and I myself can't use it."
"So, I thought of you while using the computer."
"I think you can forge a suitable scabbard for it."
At this point, seemingly worried that Yoriichi Tsugikuni might misunderstand, Nimaiya Ōetsu quickly added a few sentences:
"Of course, don't think I'm asking you to work for me."
"When I say these words, I am, of course, giving this sword to you."
"And therefore, as its new master, you naturally have the responsibility to find a scabbard for it."
"Don't rush to refuse either; a Zanpakuto forged by me does not have a situation where it cannot accept another master."
"Even if you already have a Zanpakuto, you can still use it."
"Its power is even greater than you imagine."
"If all else fails, you can even give it to someone else."
"As long as they treat it well."
Nimaiya Ōetsu spoke extremely fast; Yoriichi was still pondering the meaning of the previous sentence when he had already finished everything he wanted to say.
The information was abundant, and Yoriichi gazed at Sayafushi, pondering for a moment, then slowly spoke:
"Why do you think I can make a scabbard for it?"
"Even you, the Sword God, cannot…"
Nimaiya Ōetsu interrupted Yoriichi Tsugikuni, retorting:
"So I am merely the Sword God, not the Scabbard God."
"Little Tsugikuni, you are different."
His tone was very serious, his gaze fixed on Yoriichi.
"Even back then, I knew you weren't one of us, otherwise the monk wouldn't be your peer."
"Do you still remember Hell? The reishi of Hell is completely different from the reishi of the Three Realms."
"If I recall correctly, the density of reishi is more than ten times that of ordinary reishi."
"Comparing them is like cotton and rock; you should understand what this means."
"A scabbard made of cotton would be easily cut, but it's not necessarily the same for one made of rock."
Saying this, Nimaiya Ōetsu drew Sayafushi and solemnly placed it in Yoriichi Tsugikuni's hand.
He patted Yoriichi's shoulder while continuing:
"As a member of Squad Zero, I cannot leave the Soul King Palace at will, so proving this matter can only be left to you."
"Little Tsugikuni, good luck, I believe in you!"
"You wouldn't refuse, would you? Can you bear to see a Zanpakuto without a home? If all else fails, giving it to Uta is also good."
"It's a self-defense weapon, cutting through everything. Even the former strongest Shinigami of a thousand years, Yamamoto Genryusai, would be cut in half by a single strike in front of it, regardless of spiritual pressure."
Yoriichi had originally intended to refuse.
Because he found it too troublesome, and he already had a Zanpakuto.
However, when he heard Nimaiya Ōetsu's last sentence, he ultimately hesitated for a moment.
Cuts through everything?
Based on its performance, it certainly seemed so, capable of even cutting through basic reishi.
No matter how strong Yamamoto Genryusai was, his body was also composed of reishi.
When it strikes, it doesn't cut his body, but the reishi on his body.
But…
Yoriichi Tsugikuni was in an internal struggle, and finally, he let out a sigh:
"Alright, I'll try. If it doesn't succeed, don't blame me."
"You'll give me this box too, right?"
"Otherwise, if it fails, there's nowhere in Soul Society to put this thing."
"It would be troublesome if it pierced through the ground after I woke up."
Upon hearing Yoriichi Tsugikuni's reply, Nimaiya Ōetsu's face immediately broke into a joyful smile.
He pushed up his sunglasses, nodding cheerfully, and said:
"Of course, we're like family! Not just this box, I'll prepare other things for you too."
"Including this sword's favorite snacks."
"Don't let it fool you by refusing to appear; in reality, it only refuses to appear in front of me."
"When I'm not around, it often gets along really well with my honeys!"
As soon as this was said, Sayafushi, which was originally still in Yoriichi Tsugikuni's hand, trembled.
As if its secret had been exposed, it was very displeased with Nimaiya Ōetsu's words.
Seeing this, Ōetsu lowered his hand from pushing his sunglasses and spread them helplessly: "Alright, alright, I won't say anything, is that enough?"
"From now on, your master won't be me anymore, so please don't get angry again."
"If you get angry and your current master also rejects you, don't come looking for me again. It's nothing to have no Shikai or Bankai."
"Anyway, its sheer sharpness is enough to make your master invincible throughout the world."
After speaking, Nimaiya Ōetsu turned to leave, but after taking two steps, he suddenly remembered something and added with a smile:
"Oh, by the way, about the computers, could you send a few more? Not many, just sixteen, seventeen, eighteen… thirty will do, the ones with the latest specifications."
He counted on his fingers while looking up, his eyes filled with anticipation.
"For you, as the Captain-Commander, it shouldn't be a problem, right?"
No problem, just thirty… too promiscuous.
Yoriichi was helpless, but since all thirty were Zanpakuto, he couldn't say much.
He merely said they would be delivered within a week.
Having received Yoriichi's definite reply, Nimaiya Ōetsu left with a joyful expression.
At this time, Shutara Senjumaru's material selection had also finished.
The two entered the house, took a look, found no issues, and prepared to return to Seireitei with Sayafushi.
The abilities of this sword needed a thorough test.
Incidentally, Yoriichi also wanted to see what its sword spirit looked like.
Given Nimaiya Ōetsu's personality, it was probably a beautiful young girl.
If he couldn't use it himself, giving it to Uta Tsugikuni for self-defense would also be quite good.
Yoriichi could already imagine the scene: war breaks out, Quincy attack, and are ultimately cut in half by a single strike.