Chapter 57 If You Don’t Pay, You’re Not a Customer (Ch 57)

No Zanpakutō was used.
It was just a seemingly ordinary punch, but it contained a terrifying force that could penetrate all obstacles.
“puff!”
Gin Ichimaru only felt an irresistible penetrating force instantly piercing through his artificial body, brutally shattering the key nodes that maintained its internal functions.
The flow of spirit particles instantly became disordered and collapsed.
The artificial body seemed to have lost its skeletal support and was about to collapse.
The connection with the Zanpakutō “God Killing Spear” was also forcibly severed at this moment.
The light dissipated, and the short sword that had once displayed such astonishing killing power fell to the ground powerlessly, turning back into the form of a wakizashi.
Then, a pale yellow whip of light appeared out of nowhere, like a living snake, quickly and accurately wrapping around his body.
The fourth way to bind is with this rope.
The light whip tightened, tightly tying up Ichimaru Gin, who had lost the power to resist.
“It’s so light and loose.”
The God of Death Moze withdrew his hand, looked at Ichimaru Gin who was tied up like a dumpling on the ground, nodded with satisfaction, and even seemed to appreciate his own work.
This binding technique, with its tricky angles and just the right amount of tightness, highlights a professionalism.
The only pity was that the person being tied up was of the wrong gender, which wasted his professional skills.
Moze was very satisfied with the outcome of this battle.
He knew in his heart that if he had faced Ichimaru Gin’s Bankai before the fusion, he would never have been able to win so easily.
Even if the pirate Moze is shared, it is difficult to completely make up for the huge gap between Shikai and Bankai.
But everything is different.
The yin-yang harmonizing power brought by the tiger talisman is not only a balance, but also a complement to the soul essence of the god of death Moze.
The brief union with the Arrancar Moze gave him a glimpse of a higher level of power.
The God of Death and the Void are forces that exist in harmony with each other but have the same origin.
The Shinigami can gain the ability to become a Hollow by implanting the power of a Hollow, breaking the limits of power and greatly increasing their speed, strength, and spiritual pressure.
The Hollow can also obtain the power and rationality of the Zanpakuto through the Arrancar.
The combined power of the two has a potential far greater than one plus one equals two.
Ichigo Kurosaki, this wall-hanger, is born with a mixture of the powers of Shinigami, Hollows, and Quincies.
Since birth, his power has almost been at the pinnacle of the world of death.
Only a very limited number of people.
In order to facilitate his actions, the Death God Moze separated the Death God and the Arrancar again before returning.
But the experience and understanding of the mutual penetration and integration of these forces have been deeply engraved in his soul.
The spiritual pressure, perception, and strength of the God of Death Moze have all made a qualitative leap.
Therefore, even if Gin Ichimaru used his Bankai “God Killing Spear” and performed a killing move like “Unstepping Continuous Blades”.
The God of Death Moze was still able to arrive later and rely on the ability of Yuanna Wujian to block and interfere with Ichimaru Gin’s perception of spirit particles.
He used the secret technique he learned from Shifengyuan Yoruichi – Utsusemi, and flashed behind Ichimaru Gin.
And then, he only relied on the one bone penetration technique that was integrated with the “Ultra Destruction Fist”.
With an absolutely crushing attitude, he completely defeated Ichimaru Gin.
The Grim Reaper Moze kicked Ichimaru Gin who was tied up like a hairy crab on the ground.
He bent down, picked him up casually, swung his arm, and threw him in one direction.
“then.”
“Ah hey!”
Ichigo Kurosaki subconsciously stretched out his hand, and after a flurry of activity, he finally caught Gin Ichimaru before he hit the ground.
It feels soft and heavy in the hand.
Gin Ichimaru’s head tilted limply to one side, and the face that always had a fox-like smile on it was now lifeless.
Ichigo Kurosaki was confused by this sudden “feeding” and almost threw the person out.
“You bastard…”
The God of Death, Moze, seemed not to have heard his complaint and had turned around.
“Take him and follow me.”
The tone of command leaves no room for doubt.
“Ah? Where are you going?”
Kurosaki Ichigo asked in confusion.
But he subconsciously chose to obey the orders of the God of Death Moze and did not refuse.
Rukia walked silently to his side, glanced at Moze with complicated eyes, then signaled to Kurosaki Ichigo to follow.
Ichigo Kurosaki sighed, resigned himself to his fate, adjusted the person on his shoulder, and followed.
Urahara store.
jingle–
Some shabby wooden doors were pushed open roughly, and the wind chimes on the doors made a crisp and helpless sound.
Kisuke Urahara raised his head from behind the counter, revealing a pair of eyes that seemed lazy but secretly shrewd from under the brim of his iconic fisherman’s hat.
His eyes swept across the Grim Reaper Moze who walked in first, and then fell on Ichigo Kurosaki who was behind him, carrying a conspicuous “package”, and Rukia Kuchiki who followed closely behind.
“Oh my…”
Urahara Kisuke snapped the fan he was playing with and a worried smile appeared on his face.
“We really have some troublesome guests.”
The God of Death Moze spoke.
“Wrong.”
He corrected Urahara Kisuke.
“The one who pays is the guest.”
Moser picked up a bag of cheap snacks next to the counter and tore open the bag without hesitation.
“When did I ever give you money when I came to your place?”
Crunch——
A crisp chewing sound was heard.
The smile on Urahara Kisuke’s face froze for a moment.
It seems, seemingly, that this is indeed the case.
This guy acts like he’s at home every time he comes.
Ichigo Kurosaki was watching from behind, his mouth twitching, and he really wanted to complain about this guy’s shamelessness.
“Tsk, this senbei tastes bad, Mr. Urahara.”
Moser chewed it twice and threw the remaining half bag back on the counter.
He picked up a bag of shrimp crackers next to him, tore it open and tasted it.
“This one is just average, too trendy.”
The Death God Moze commented unceremoniously on the cheap snacks at Urahara’s store.
“Even if it’s just a disguise, please buy some high-end goods next time to cater to the tastes of our old customers.”
The veins on Urahara Kisuke’s forehead jumped almost invisibly, but he finally tapped his palms with his fan and suppressed his emotions.
“never mind.”
He sighed and decided not to argue with this guy with bandit logic.
Getting angry with this guy is just asking for trouble.
“Let’s get down to business.”
Urahara Kisuke stopped smiling and his tone became serious.
“You suddenly came to the human world with great fanfare, and openly shielded Rukia Kuchiki who had committed a serious crime.”
His eyes swept over Moze, then looked at Ichigo Kurosaki who was carrying someone behind him, and Rukia who had a complicated expression.
“Even attacking Captain Gin Ichimaru who had legitimate reasons.”
“What exactly are you planning?”
“You should have gotten the general idea from Yoruichi.”
Moze the Death God walked over to a row of shelves, looking for snacks as if he were in his own pantry.
He opened another bag of chocolate bars and bit off one with a snap.
“Originally, Aizen and I had a good understanding.”
“He waits for me to play my cards, and I look for the right moment to play my cards.”
“It’s like two chess players, facing each other across the board, each waiting for the other to make the first move, or…”
Moser paused and swallowed the chocolate bar.
“Waiting for an opportunity to overturn the chessboard directly.”
“but.”
Urahara Kisuke took over the conversation, the shadow under the brim of his fisherman’s hat obscuring the fluctuations in his eyes.
“Something is happening to you right now.”
“Something that makes you feel that you no longer need to maintain this fragile tacit understanding and that you can turn the table over in advance.”
Bang——
The Grim Reaper Moze opened another bag of potato chips, and golden chip crumbs splashed out.
He nonchalantly grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth, making inarticulate sounds.
“Bingo!”
“Absolutely.”
Moze chewed some potato chips, his eyes finally moving away from the dazzling array of snacks, and for the first time he looked directly at Urahara Kisuke.
“so.”
Moze swallowed the food in his mouth and casually patted the crumbs off his hands.
“I came here this time to ask you for something.”
He stopped beating around the bush and directly stated the core purpose of this trip.
“Transform to divine body.”
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