After the banquet was over, it was already the latter half of the night.
Kenma, as the main character of the banquet, was inevitably toasted frequently.
Besides the boisterous pirates, even the elders of the Uchiha clan, who had regained their youth, sincerely expressed their gratitude to Kenma.
While offering him wine, they also cried their eyes out.
When everyone at the scene had fallen into a deep sleep, Kenma shook his somewhat drowsy head.
Just as he stood up, he was quickly supported by Shisui at his side.
"My lord, are you alright?"
"The room has already been cleaned up by the elders. Why don't you go and rest for a while, my lord?"
By the light of the lamp, Kenma looked at Shisui beside him, his handsome face showing undisguised concern.
He shook his head and gently patted Shisui's shoulder, signaling that he didn't need support.
"I'm not that drunk."
It was rather speechless, actually. The wine Whitebeard and the others were drinking had been diluted with water.
The spirit particles in the wine were much higher than in water. Except for Whitebeard and Ace, the physical condition of the others made it impossible for them to drink even a little.
Two sips would give them a strong feeling of fullness.
When Kenma and the other two walked out of the courtyard, the two elders, Setsuna and Kakkaku, were standing at the gate, personally guarding it.
They had also been injected with the potion and had transformed into their youthful appearance of their twenties.
Looking at the scar on Setsuna's face, a thought struck Kenma, and he said, "Setsuna, speaking of which, there are still many disabled people in the clan, right?"
"Replying to my lord, yes," Setsuna said respectfully. "There are many ninja in the clan who, due to the war, could not receive proper medical treatment and had to have limbs amputated in order to live."
Kenma became thoughtful.
He remembered that the disabled elders of the Uchiha clan, after being injected with the medicine, had regained their youth, but their bodies were still incomplete.
Thinking of this, he instructed Shisui at his side, "When we get back to the Seireitei, you will inform Mayuri Kurotsuchi to make some medicine that can regenerate severed limbs."
"As you command!"
The potion Kenma had brought this time could only replenish the vitality of an aged body and inject the necessary spirit particles.
Although it could make teeth grow back, this was just a side effect of rejuvenation.
To repair the bodies of these people, special medicine was still needed.
"By the way, Shisui, how much of the medicine we brought is left?"
Faced with Kenma's question, Shisui was already prepared and immediately replied, "Replying to my lord, there is still enough for over forty people."
The elder Kakkaku from behind hurriedly took two steps forward and respectfully held up the wooden box in his hands. The outside of the box had been reinscribed with a sealing Kidō.
Kenma waved his hand.
"Just leave it with you for now. In the future, if you encounter someone who needs to use it, give them a shot."
"If it's not enough, just inform Shisui or me, and I'll have more made."
Kakkaku and Setsuna immediately nodded, solemnly accepting the order.
"We obey."
Kenma led the three behind him and, following a familiar path, arrived at the courtyard where the Senkaimon was located.
The guards at the entrance of the courtyard, upon seeing Kenma's figure, hurriedly let them pass.
Just outside, nothing could be seen of the courtyard.
But when Kenma and the others passed through an almost transparent barrier and walked through the gate, they saw a huge building had been constructed in the courtyard, towering into the clouds, similar in style to a temple.
The building was hung with candlelight, making it bright in the night, and there were two teams of elites in Uchiha uniforms on duty here.
Kenma stopped at the foot of the steps, his brow slightly furrowed in confusion.
"What's going on here?"
Setsuna hurriedly explained, "During this time, we have renovated this place, built rooms, and set up a barrier to conceal the Senkaimon."
Kenma looked at the palace-like building before him. If it was just a room, it was far too large.
Shisui at the side acted as Kenma's mouthpiece and asked curiously, "Elders, isn't this building a bit too tall?"
Kakkaku glanced at Kenma, who was walking in front, and said softly, "Considering that my lord might bring back someone as tall as Whitebeard, that's why it's so grand."
When Kenma finished climbing the steps and entered the palace, he saw twelve huge pillars standing on both sides of the hall, with guards still on watch.
In the very center, two square wooden pillars stood there.
Other than that, there was nothing else, making it look incredibly spacious.
Setsuna asked tentatively, "My lord has come to this place again. Is it to travel to another world? I will immediately dispatch the clan's elites to escort you."
"No need."
Kenma waved his hand, refusing Setsuna's request.
"This time, we are going to an unfamiliar new world. Too many of you will only slow me down."
"For this trip, I will only take Shisui."
Faced with Kenma's decisive words, Setsuna and Kakkaku exchanged a look and sighed in their hearts, no longer trying to persuade him.
In the end, it was because they were too weak…
Kenma scanned the area and ordered the people, "All of you, withdraw. My next actions will be quite large, and it is not suitable for you to be here."
He then said to Shisui, "Shisui, you withdraw as well. Don't let anyone disturb me."
"As you command!"
Hearing Kenma's order, everyone in the palace bowed and withdrew, closing the great doors.
Only Kenma was left in the entire palace.
Kenma came to the Senkaimon, drew the sword at his waist, and softly chanted the release phrase of his Zanpakutō.
"Sever, Kiritsugu!"
A clear light shone from the blade, flowing along the edge, exuding a chilling coldness.
Kenma's mind settled, and the scene before him changed. He was now in the inner world of his Zanpakutō.
Kiritsugu's deep voice sounded from behind Kenma.
"It seems… you're going to another world again…"
"That's right."
Kenma turned around and looked at the black and red figure.
"What, Kiritsugu, are you going to refuse me?"
"How could I…"
After a moment of silence, Kiritsugu's voice sounded again.
"Since it is something you have decided… then I wish you the fortunes of war."
Kenma nodded, then looked at the points of light inscribed with the characters for 'Fire' and 'Sea.' He adjusted his angle slightly and swung his Zanpakutō down forcefully.
The scene before him changed, and he was back in reality.
Kenma's sword had also swung down.
Crack!
Crack crack!
With a crisp sound like shattering glass, the space of the Senkaimon was shattered by his sword, revealing a black spatial rift.
But it wasn't over yet.
At this moment, he had only broken the space here. Kenma still needed to continue slashing!
And this slashing of Kenma's took nearly an hour.
When he felt some fatigue, the weight in his hand suddenly lightened.
A wave of joy washed over him. Knowing that he had broken through the final layer of the spatial barrier, he quickly reached out and activated the Senkaimon.
The other side of the Senkaimon immediately appeared at the end of this spatial passage, taking root and stabilizing.
In the dark space at the end, a white light suddenly lit up, revealing a wooden house door.
"Compared to last time, the time consumed has been reduced a lot."
Breaking through the spatial passage was undoubtedly the most laborious part.
The last time Kenma had opened one, his spiritual pressure was only at the level of a lieutenant, and it had taken him nearly three days.
But now, his spiritual pressure was at the captain level, and his Spiritual Class was about to cross into the second rank!
It had only taken him less than an hour!
That's right.
Kenma's current realm had reached the peak of the Third-Class Spiritual Authority, the Great Perfection stage. With just a little more, he could advance further and become a powerhouse of the Second-Class Spiritual Authority.
In the entire Seireitei, those with Second-Class Spiritual Authority were few and far between.
'I wonder how many Kenseis that's worth…'
Kenma thought of this old joke and couldn't help but smile.
His rapid progress was due not only to his own diligent and unceasing cultivation, but the main contributors were, of course, the even more diligent and hardworking Uchiha and the others.
The total amount of spiritual pressure drawn from them had pushed Kenma forward by more than half.
The three he had signed contracts with before, Urahara Kisuke, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, and Hachigen Ushōda, had also contributed a great deal.
And in all that time, how much had passed?
From the time he made the contract with the Uchiha clan until now, Shisui had not even graduated yet.
Kenma figured that if he pushed himself a little harder and made contracts with a few more good prospects, even the First-Class Spiritual Authority was within reach.
If he were to become a First-Class Spiritual Authority, he estimated it would only take an instant to sever the spatial barrier and open a spatial passage.
At that time, he wouldn't have to make Shisui and the others avoid him when opening a path, as he did now.
He didn't want them to see him struggling to open a new path here, which would affect his image in their minds.
After resting for a while and feeling that he had recovered for the most part, Kenma called out.
"Shisui, you can come in."
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