Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

Since Aozaki Mayuki came to the Spirit King Palace, Shutara Senjumaru has rarely seen Hikifune Kiryu cook himself!

Seeing Shutara Senjumaru's speechless expression of surprise, Kiryu Hikifune still wore that bright smile, and then slowly opened his lips and said:

"Zhen Yue's studies are about to end, and he hasn't come back since last night."

"Ah... has he already learned how to forge Zanpakuto? So fast!?"

Kiryuki smiled and nodded.

Aozaki Mayuki has been learning how to forge Zanpakuto for the past few days, and Shutara Senjumaru is aware of this.

However, to her surprise...

This matter was so important to Aozaki Mayuki that he even gave up coming to prepare breakfast for everyone.

"That guy is really annoying!" Shutara Senjumaru complained inwardly.

Don't forget that I haven't even accepted his confession yet, and now he's not even making breakfast for me.

Men really are all big jerks!

As Shutara Senjumaru pondered this, he stepped forward to help Hikifune Kiryu.

Kiryu Hikifune's breakfasts are very simple, consisting of ordinary Western dishes such as bread and hot dogs.

Next, Shutara Senjumaru showed off his special skill by cracking two eggs and having Hikifune Kiryu fry them into two delicious omelets.

Add a cup of steaming hot milk, and this becomes the delicious breakfast carefully prepared by the two older sisters.

At this moment, the restaurant was unusually quiet, because the man who was the object of the affections of the two beauties was not present.

Only two ladies sat quietly at the table, enjoying their food in small bites, creating a tranquil atmosphere throughout the space.

It wasn't until Kiryuki finished his meal early and returned to his room that the conversation ended.

The empty restaurant was left with only Shutara Senjumaru by himself.

The serene smile befitting a senior figure gradually disappeared from her face, replaced by a slightly somber expression.

She sighed silently, her heart filled with helplessness and melancholy.

She has been like this for the past few days, feeling rather down.

Although she tried her best to maintain her usual demeanor in front of Aozaki Mayuki and Hikifune Kiryu, they actually knew everything.

Shutara Senjumaru's brain is now a complete mess.

Since that day, Aozaki Mayuki has never confessed his feelings to her again, but those words are deeply engraved in her heart like a brand.

Although Aozaki Mayuki's behavior remained unchanged, Shutara Senjumaru couldn't help but repeatedly savor every word and phrase spoken that day.

"What should I do?!"

She murmured softly, her tone revealing a hint of confusion and bewilderment.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Spirit King's Palace, the culprit behind all this, Aozaki Mayuki, was laughing happily.

He raised a plain-looking samurai sword and brandished it a few times.

"I've forged my Zanpakuto!"

"Well done, Shinjuku! I knew you could do it!"

Nimaiya Oetsu raised his fist and said excitedly, seemingly even happier than Aozaki Mazuki himself.

"You can take this sword back and nurture it properly, but I don't know if it can give birth to a sword spirit."

Aozaki Mayuki raised her eyebrows:

"So, the sword I create might not have a sword spirit?"

No sword spirit?

Doesn't that mean he learned sword-forging skills for nothing?

He learned sword forging techniques precisely for the sake of those sword spirits!

Aozaki Mayuki was dumbfounded; he had spent a great deal of time and effort learning sword forging techniques.

If the final sword he created doesn't have a sword spirit, wouldn't all his previous efforts have been in vain?

Wang Yue of Nimaiya nodded slightly:

"That possibility certainly exists, but I cannot give a definitive answer."

"After all, you are the second person after me who can forge a Zanpakuto."

"Before I ascended to the Spirit King's Palace, I had taught others, but none of them were able to master this skill."

"If you have time, you can ask the monk. He has the ability to see through the names of all things in the three realms."

"Once Asauchi is handed over to a Shinigami, he will be able to know the name of the Zanpakuto."

"If he could see the name of this knife, wouldn't you then know the result?"

"If..." Aozaki Mayuki muttered to herself.

He noticed the uncertainty in Oetsu Nimaiya's words.

"Did you understand, Little Moon?"

Nimaiya Oetsu waved to Aozaki Mayuki with a slight smile on his face.

Aozaki Mayuki nodded in response, but a hint of reluctance was visible in his eyes.

To be honest, he really didn't want to go find that big monk.

"Since even you, the 'God of Swords,'..."

Wang Yue of Ermei House smiled and waved his hand:

"Don't underestimate that big monk. Although I'm a swordsmith, he's in charge of the naming."

"Don't be fooled by the fact that his Zanpakuto was made by me. You should have learned about Zanpakuto at the Shinigami Academy. Zanpakuto are an extension of Shinigami."

"His Zanpakuto ability has nothing to do with me; it's just an extension of his own ability."

"Simply put, his power is above mine as the 'Sword God,' the creator of Zanpakuto."

"So, when it comes to names, it's more reliable to ask him than to ask me."

Aozaki Mayuki stood there silently, gripping the asagi tightly in her hand, her gaze fixed on the distance, as if deep in thought.

Nimaiya Oetsu stood to the side, quietly watching Aozaki Mazuki.

His face was expressionless, and his eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, making it impossible to discern his inner thoughts.

Nimaiya Oetsu silently observed Aozaki Mayuki, awaiting his decision.

A moment later, under the watchful eyes of Nimaiya Oetsu, Aozaki Mayuki suddenly scratched his head.

His movements seemed somewhat casual, and he suddenly asked:

"Then I'll find an opportunity to ask. But before that... I've learned the art of sword forging, shouldn't we celebrate? I haven't had a proper chance to explore the Phoenix Palace yet!"

This question startled Nimaiya Oetsu for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure and nodded in response:

“You’re right, we really should celebrate…”

Upon hearing Aozaki Mayuki's words, Nimaiya Oetsu also laughed.

He grabbed Aozaki Mayuki's shoulder and laughed loudly:

"We're so in sync! I was all ready! Party! Party! Let's go!!"

His laughter was full of enthusiasm.

The group walked together toward the magnificent palace, ready to enjoy a lavish celebration.

Their figures gradually faded into the distance, disappearing through the palace gates, leaving behind a gentle breeze.

Chapter 363 Creating a Soul?

After a relaxing night, Aozaki Mayuki and Nimaiya Oetsu went together to the Kirin-den of Kirin-ji Tenjiro.

Under the warm hospitality of Tenjiro at Kirinji Temple, the three enjoyed a relaxing hot spring trip together, after which Aozaki Mayuki returned to the Wabuton-dono.

After he left, a tall, strong figure stepped into the hot spring, and a kind voice came from behind them—

"So, how was the child's performance? Pretty good, right?"

"Ok?"

Nimaiya Wang Yue turned around and looked at the kind-looking bald man behind him.

As expected, it was Hyosube Ichibei.

However, he did not immediately respond to Hyosube Ichibei's question, but instead washed his face in the hot spring water first.

He sighed deeply, leaned against the rock, and then slowly began to speak:

"Now I finally understand why His Majesty the Spirit King chose him."

After saying this, Nimaiya Oetsu closed his eyes, and the image of that rough Zanpakuto appeared in his mind.

The thing that makes up that sword is the same soul as the material itself, definitely not something man-made like Hikifune Kiryu.

He murmured softly involuntarily:

"Not only does his spiritual pressure surpass that of me, a member of the Zero Division, but... he can actually create souls. This power is truly terrifying!"

Everyone present was a powerful being whose spiritual pressure surpassed that of a Shinigami, and their senses were extremely sharp.

Therefore, when Nimaiya Oetsu spoke softly to himself, the other two naturally heard his words as well.

Kirinji Tenjiro's pupils suddenly contracted, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

Creating souls? How is that possible?

He had never heard of anyone being able to do such a thing.

Only a god could do something like that!

No, even a god might not be able to do that, after all, he had never seen the Spirit King do such a thing.

Hyoninbe Ichibei, however, waved his hand dismissively and burst into hearty laughter: