LRAB Chapter 64 Ryūjin Jakka
Chapter 64 Ryūjin Jakka
In the Odin Hall, Su An stared wide-eyed in slight shock.
On the floor tiles of Odin Hall, an old man dressed in white Shinigami robes emerged from the shadows.
The old man held a wooden cane in his wrinkled hands. It was plain, straight, and round, but Su An felt that it was a sharp longsword, and that terrifyingly high temperatures seemed to be brewing within it.
Tap, tap, tap—
The wooden cane made a slow thud on the ground, supporting the old man as he walked step by step toward Su'an.
His face was covered in wrinkles, and when he got close to Su An, a sharp glint flashed in his narrow eyes. The aura of age was hidden beneath this glint, indicating that he was an old man who had lived for a very long time.
The muscles on his arms outside the sleeves of his white shirt were as hard as iron, and he exuded an imposing aura even without saying a word.
Su An had a gut feeling that this was an extremely powerful old man.
The old man looked around thoughtfully and said, "This isn't the Soul Society?"
He then turned to face Su An, his eyes closed, as if sensing something, his face growing increasingly surprised.
"It has no spiritual pressure at all, yet it is so powerful."
Interesting, interesting. Some of my captains might not be a match for you.
This world is truly fascinating.
"Who are you?" Su An realized that another phantom had appeared in his mind, and this old man had a terrifying aura.
"I am Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, the founder of the Gotei 13 and the first captain of the 1st Division, the founder of the 'Genryu' school and the head instructor of the 'Genji Shu' school, and the founder of the Shinigami Academy. I have a small reputation in the Soul Society."
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Kassel College, outside the church.
A knocking sound rang out on the door.
"Please come in." Inside the confessional, Chu Zihang slowly raised his head and said.
Someone pushed open the door and then closed it again, footsteps echoing in the church, a steady rhythm, so steady it was almost monotonous. The footsteps finally stopped in the very center of the church, and Chu Zihang opened the door to the confessional.
The two faced each other in silence. Chu Zihang's long black hair was not tied up, hanging messily in front of him, obscuring his face. He was wearing the uniform of Kassel College and carrying his prized "Murasame" sword.
The opponent was only about 1.6 meters tall, and his entire body, including his face, was covered in a black combat suit.
It was clearly a girl, with a curvaceous figure, but her posture—with her hands hanging down close to her sides and her head slightly lowered—made her look like a studious student who was always studying, and it was impossible to arouse anyone's interest.
After a moment of silence, Chu Zihang broke it: "You shouldn't have come."
"Why?" The expression on the girl's face remained completely unchanged.
"Because Su An is coming soon," Chu Zihang glanced at the doorway and slowly raised the Murasame sword in his hand: "You'll die when he arrives."
"That's not necessarily true," the emotionless girl replied calmly. "I run very fast."
"If you hesitate, you'll have no chance to escape." Chu Zihang's eyes held a hint of pity.
"I know." The girl with no connections thought for a moment, "but the boss said he would protect me. The boss is the boss, so I trust him."
"You believe everything your boss says?" Chu Zihang asked.
"Yes, I believe whatever he says," the girl with no connections said.
She then countered with, "Don't you have anyone important to you, someone you'd believe no matter what they say?"
Chu Zihang paused for a moment, then said, "I used to be very disobedient."
Silence, a long silence. Neither of these two opponents seemed to be very good at talking, and they had to rack their brains to come up with a new topic each time.
"Judging from your appearance, you must have always been a class leader back in China, right?" the girl with no connections suddenly asked.
"Yes, is this related to the upcoming battle?"
"It's nothing, I just suddenly thought of it." The girl with no personality said casually, "That's how class leaders are. They're students, but they think they're on the teacher's side. It's contradictory."
"I've already said I'm not contradicting myself," Chu Zihang said, frowning.
"I told you I just suddenly thought of it," the girl with no social skills said nonchalantly.
"You're stalling for time." Chu Zihang feigned perfectly timed confusion: "Why?"
"By stalling you, I'm also stalling Su An. This time is enough for him to find his younger brother, and then my mission will be complete." The expressionless girl remained calm.
"His...brother?" Chu Zihang repeated in confusion.
The girl with no social skills shook her head: "This is a secret of the Dragon Clan, something you shouldn't know."
"Let's begin then," Chu Zihang said, raising his hand.
"Okay," the girl with no connections replied.
"Words of Power? Lord Flame." After Chu Zihang finished speaking, his deep and resonant voice came from his throat, the rhythm getting faster and faster, evolving into a high-pitched chant.
"'The King's Flame'...that's the Word of Power with serial number 89..." Guderian, sweat beading on his forehead, stood in the command center. "He's just a freshman, how could he possibly use 'The King's Flame'?"
"I don't know, his bloodline is very special, extremely special," Schneider said in a low voice. "But with his 'Royal Flame,' the church is not a problem."
"A student riding 'Junyan' is like a child riding a motorcycle that's about to exceed its limit... We can only be thankful that he, like Su An, is still on our side," Manstein said.
"My Word of Power, Lord's Flame, is more proficient than yours," the emotionless girl said calmly.
The three professors turned pale. The next moment, they heard the exact same dragon script uttered in a girl's voice, gradually catching up with Chu Zihang's chanting. Moreover, unlike Chu Zihang's awkward chanting, the girl's syllables were clear and fluent, and the power of the dragon's flame was stronger than that of Chu Zihang!
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Inside the Odin Hall, the old man looked down at his hands, then looked up at Su An, a look of understanding flashing in his eyes.
"So that's how it is. I am your illusion, and you reside in reality."
My existence is to give you strength, my strength.
Without further hesitation, he raised his strong, powerful hand and held out his wooden staff to Su An.
"Please accept this Zanpakuto."
The old man handed over the wooden staff, with the other end falling into Su An's hand.
"This is...?" Su An subconsciously gripped the wooden cane.
The moment he grasped it, the wooden staff immediately shed its appearance.
The wood dissipated, revealing the true form of the weapons.
This is an ordinary-looking katana with a deep purple hilt and an oval-shaped guard. The scabbard is brown and gleams with the faint glow of age.
As Su An gently grasped the hilt of the knife, he felt an irresistible call.
The knife trembled and shook, yearning for Su An to call out its name, to call out its title.
Su An looked up at the old man, who nodded encouragingly.
So Su An followed his inner impulse and shouted out—"Ryujin Jakka!"
The instant he shouted, a terrifying heatwave began to spread from the wooden staff.
Flames began to swirl around the katana, dancing and leaping like fire sprites, illuminating Su An's youthful face.
He gripped the flaming katana tightly, looked towards the church, and said softly, "I think I can smell flames."