Let the Bizarre Adventure of the Joestars begin.

Before this, Jeanne had tried dozens of Zanpakuto, each of which was top-notch. However, if she had to choose, Jeanne's favorite Zanpakuto was actually the third one she acquired.

It was a pure white Zanpakuto, and it seemed like it would suit Jeanne very well. However, after using it, Jeanne felt that the Zanpakuto wasn't quite right for her.

The second Zanpakuto she used was another Zanpakuto whose blade could transform into cherry blossom petals, and cherry blossom petals were also blades. No matter how you looked at it, it was an exceptionally suitable Zanpakuto for Jeanne. However, after using it, Jeanne still felt that this Zanpakuto was not hers.

After selecting dozens of Zanpakuto, Ms. Jeanne paused briefly, but this pause did not mean that Ms. Jeanne had given up on finding her own Zanpakuto.

It just made Miss Na start to think back, because every time she got a sword, she felt that the sword was very suitable for her, but after actually using it, she felt that the Zanpakuto was not so suitable for her.

"Ha." After letting out a long breath, Jeanne raised her head again to look at the countless Zanpakuto floating around. A little confusion began to arise in her heart, but this confusion would not stop Jeanne from thinking about which Zanpakuto was hers.

Rather, it was precisely this situation that made Jeanne start to think about how she could find her own Zanpakuto.

'First of all, my Zanpakuto must be here, that's for sure.' Thinking this, Jeanne didn't move forward. Instead, she sat down cross-legged on the spot, her ten fingers touching, the gap between her index finger and thumb just big enough to fit her chin. It wasn't a particularly meaningful posture, but Jeanne would occasionally make this gesture when she was thinking.

"Secondly, although all the Zanpakuto here have the potential to become my Zanpakuto, no matter how I use them, I don't feel like they're the weapons that will accompany me throughout my life." Jeanne casually beckoned a sword to her, then grasped it and examined it carefully.

The observation ended quickly. After Miss Jeanne casually swung the knife, she released it, letting it float back to its original position.

'If we consider a Zanpakuto to be a part of one's soul, it's absolutely impossible for it to be something that's easy to use but can't accompany one throughout one's life.' After experiencing the feeling that weapon gave her just now, Miss Jeanne came to a more accurate deduction.

'That's right, the soul!' Reminded by the keyword, Miss Jeanne seemed to suddenly realize something. She turned around and ran back the way she came, which was the spot where she was standing. After thinking it over, Miss Jeanne discovered a little bit of the problem and knew that she had found the way to break through the barrier.

"What's wrong?" She looked at Jeanne, who was running back panting, with a puzzled expression on her face. She seemed quite puzzled as to why Jeanne was not continuing to choose a Zanpakuto.

"You just said that my Zanpakuto is right there, isn't it?" Jeanne asked, pointing to the spot where countless Zanpakuto were floating.

"Yes, I did say that, but what does that have to do with your choice of Zanpakuto?" She used these words to express her dissatisfaction with Jeanne's sudden actions.

"After practicing sword meditation, the place I appear in is in the space within my own mind, right?" Before she could voice any questions or concerns, Miss Jeanne continued to ask.

"Isn't that obvious?" Miss Jeanne's question was met with a nonchalant response.

"So that means all those Zanpakuto are within the space of my heart." Having obtained the result she wanted, Ms. Jeanne already knew what she had to do.

"Yes, that's true." But she was also quite unsure about Jeanne's question, after all, she was Jeanne's Shikai, but she wasn't entirely clear about what Jeanne's Shikai actually was.

"So that means I guessed right." Upon hearing this, Miss Jeanne's face showed a knowing smile.

"What did you guess?" she asked with a puzzled look, after all, although she was a part of Jeanne's soul, she was not the whole of it, and not the whole of it meant that she did not know what Jeanne was thinking at this moment.

"I know the way to perfectly clear the stage." Saying this, Miss Jeanne turned around, looked at the countless Zanpakuto over there, raised her hand, as if she had already decided what her Zanpakuto would be.

"Have you made up your mind?" Looking at Jeanne's actions, she knew very well that Jeanne had already decided what her Zanpakuto would be.

But she never expected that the scene of Jeanne choosing her Zanpakuto would be so grand.

As Jeanne raised her hand, countless Zanpakuto approached her. Seeing this scene, she had no idea what Jeanne had done.

"Why did you summon all your Zanpakuto here? Do you intend to decide this here?" she asked Jeanne, hoping for an answer.

“You know what? In that brief period of making choices, I learned something…” Miss Jeanne’s answer to her question seemed a bit strange.

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Naturally, she asked, hoping that Miss Na could provide a satisfactory explanation.

“The more carefully you choose, the more you’ll discover that there are limits to your choices.” As she said this, Miss Jeanne was still calling out to all the Zanpakuto here.

"Unless..." As the Zanpakuto drew ever closer, Jeanne's words seemed to be coming to an end, but such words were not the end, but rather preparatory words for a grander finale.

“Unless?” she repeated Miss Jeanne’s words, but even after carefully considering Miss Jeanne’s words, she still didn’t understand what Miss Jeanne wanted to do.

"I want them all!!!"

"What? That's impossible!" she said mockingly at Miss Jeanne's words.

However, a few seconds after Jeanne finished speaking, all the blades floated in front of her, clashing and fighting, as if they were choosing the best Zanpakuto in order to fulfill her words.

However, it is not just a simple situation of collision and combat. If you look closely, the blades are more like a fusion than a collision.

In the end, countless blades merged into one, and Miss Jeanne naturally grasped the hilt.

"The name of the sword..."

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In short, one more chapter to go. Once I finish writing this, I can rest. The next chapter will explain my backlog of updates.

Thank you to Daomingsi Ying, Book Guest 5324034920, Tiandongshuo - White Night King, and Nero ~ Claudius for the recommendation votes.

Soul Slayer: Chapter Fifteen - Sword Name - Soul Slayer

Nine years ago, Aizen graduated first in his class from the Shinigami Academy and was subsequently admitted to the Fifth Division, becoming its last member.

He was responsible for processing a small number of documents and other miscellaneous tasks. Although Aizen was quite adept at this kind of work, in reality, every time Aizen worked, the vice-captain of the Fifth Division, Shinji Hirako, would be observing him from the side. Although Aizen did not tamper with the documents, he was still quite annoyed to be watched by such a person all the time.

"May I ask what's the matter, Vice Captain Hirako Shinji?" The voice was refined and amiable, completely lacking the playfulness he displayed when speaking to Miss Jeanne. However, for a captain like him, perhaps this was the best approach.

"You're in danger." Hirako Shinji looked at the person who had asked him the question. From his words, it was clear that Hirako Shinji had realized how dangerous Aizen was, but he couldn't say or see exactly how dangerous he was.

After all, Aizen gives the impression of being like a bottomless well. You know you'll die if you jump in, but you don't know just how deep the well is.

"How annoying, is this how Lieutenant Shinji Hirako tries to win over girls?" Aizen outwardly displayed a hurt expression at the evaluation of Shinji Hirako, but inwardly he was already considering whether or not to kill Shinji Hirako right here.

'Killing Hirako Shinji here is possible, but unnecessary.' After glancing briefly at the only exit of the room out of the corner of his eye, Aizen realized that although he had the ability to kill Captain Hirako Shinji, it was actually unnecessary.

Aizen knew very well that if he made a move here, he would inevitably be labeled as a traitor to the Seireitei. And if he betrayed them, who would pick up Lady Jeanne? Should he send that battle-crazed old woman, or that hooded, gloomy-faced man?

'In short, I need to hold back for now and wait for Jeanne to come back. Then I'll beat this guy to a pulp.' After a brief moment of thought, Aizen quickly came to the conclusion he wanted: any action should wait until Jeanne returns.

"Stop pretending, it's disgusting." As for Aizen's acting, Hirako Shinji saw through Aizen's problem in an instant.

"Oh dear, does Lieutenant Shinji Hirako want to see a side of me that no one else knows?" Although Shinji Hirako had already revealed his true colors, Aizen still spoke to Shinji Hirako in a teasing tone, as if this were Aizen's true nature.

However, this is not Aizen's true identity. Aizen had decided long ago that he must prepare two masks, one to deal with work-related issues, namely the issue of Hirako Shinji.

One card, to deal with Retsu Unohana and Kisuke Urahara.

The truth hidden behind the two masks can only be seen by one person, and that person is Miss Jeanne.

"I'll be watching you, because you're dangerous." Seeing Aizen remain unmoved, Hirako Shinji could only leave with these words before departing.

"Oh dear, this is really something." Aizen spun around in his chair and looked out the window at Soul Society. For the first time, he felt trouble, though it was just a trivial trouble that he could easily kick away.

'Jeanne, you've been gone for nine years. How have you been these past nine years?' The sunlight shone on Aizen's delicate face, forcing him to squint slightly as he looked out the window at the Soul Society.

'I wonder how much your soul has been repaired?' Carefully recalling every moment he spent with Jeanne, Aizen really wanted to go directly to Hueco Mundo to meet Jeanne.

'Yeah, I don't know what happened to you, but I think you must still be alive.' Although he knew his prayers were meaningless, and he was well aware of the situation, for some reason, Aizen felt like praying, praying for his only friend.

'If we meet, I'll definitely brag to you about my position.' She said it as if she were a girl throwing a tantrum, but Aizen knew very well that she wasn't being stubborn. She was just acting a little strange because she hadn't seen Jeanne for so long.

'So no matter what, you have to live, live until I come to see you, so that I can brag to you properly.' Although it was said in a fit of pique, in the end, he was still praying for Miss Jeanne.

'Oh, right.'

'One last thing.'

'I miss you.' After completing her daily self-reflection, Aizen turned back to deal with the documents on the table. Her prayer was probably meant for someone in Hueco Mundo.

It's just that this guy's current situation is a little bit off.

An immense, suffocating spiritual pressure kept surging within Jeanne's body.

Ordinary Hollows would be killed by spiritual pressure if they got close, while a Gillian-level Hollow could barely get close to Jeanne. However, just as they were about to devour her, the Hollows were about to be swallowed up.

He was killed by the sudden pressure of the blade.

The pressure of the sword was released by the Asagi on Jeanne's thigh, and such pressure made one wonder if this thing was really the most basic Zanpakuto Asagi that all Shinigami possessed, used for sword Zen.

"Your name is..." Miss Jeanne, who was practicing sword meditation, opened her eyes, grasped the asaka that had been placed on her lap, and softly called out the name she had just learned.

"Soul Slayer." The name is surprisingly simple, but the simplicity of the name does not mean that what the name represents is simple.

Asahi, whose name was called, showed no change in appearance whatsoever, as if Miss Na had called out the wrong name.

However, Miss Jeanne knew very well that she had not made a mistake in calling out the name, and that was why Asahi's appearance had not changed at all.

The appearance of Zanpakuto is the same as that of Asauchi. Zanpakuto encompasses all Zanpakuto, while Asauchi is a sword that can be upgraded to all Shikai.

Therefore, in appearance, Zanpakuto and Asahi are the same, except...

He drew the sword from its sheath and swung it in a random direction. In an instant, all the void in that direction perished, and this death lasted for hundreds of meters.

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In short, I've finished updating today. By the way, I still owe 10 chapters. I'll add them to next month's update after I finish this big update. Well, this month I've been updating 8,000 words a day, and next month I'll go back to updating 4,000 words a day.

Thank you woty and Tiandongshuo - Baiyewang for the recommendation vote.

Soul Slayer: Chapter Sixteen - Aizen's Departure

Two hundred years after Jeanne left for Hueco Mundo, Aizen became the third seat of the Fifth Division.

"It's been such a long time, Aizen, the Third Seat." Kisuke Urahara said, holding a cup of tea and looking at the perpetually fine weather in Soul Society.

"Judging by the time, Jeanne has been in Hueco Mundo for two hundred years now." After watching Kisuke Urahara lament how quickly time had passed, Aizen casually picked up a cup of tea that Aizen had placed beside him and accurately stated that Jeanne had already gone to the void.

"But, no matter what, it shouldn't take that long, right? As for Jeanne." Just as Kisuke Urahara said, the restoration of Jeanne's soul definitely wouldn't take that long.

“Ah, that’s why I came to find you.” Aizen said, looking at Urahara Kisuke.

"I know, but I didn't expect you to wait this long." Urahara Kisuke knew perfectly well why Aizen had come after seeing him arrive today.

However, understanding something doesn't mean you have to do it.

"I told her I would go find him." Aizen looked at the expressionless face of the man and said something simple: it was just what he had told Jeanne back then.

"Yes, I heard that." Urahara Kisuke was well aware of Aizen's words, after all, he had heard them too.

"But that's precisely why I can't let you go." Kisuke Urahara glanced at the girl with glasses and stopped her. If she was merely the third seat who hadn't yet mastered Bankai, going to Hueco Mundo would undoubtedly mean certain death—that was beyond question. Of course, Jeanne was an exception in this regard, given the testimony of the current Fourth Division Captain, Retsu Unohana.

It is known that Jeanne is indeed capable of fighting against a captain-level Grim Reaper, so in this respect, Jeanne is an exception.

However, such an exception does not apply to Aizen.

"As long as I can achieve Bankai, that's fine, right?" Aizen asked softly, looking at the person who was trying to stop him because of his lack of strength. But his words didn't sound like those of a third seat holder at all.