Bleach Zanpakuto Creator Novels & Stories

It looked dangerous… sacred… and strangely familiar. “The Blade of Tenebris,” I murmured, recalling the words I’d once tried so hard to forget. “It cuts not flesh, but spirit. A single strike leaves enemies hollow, their will severed. It was quenched in the Void during the First Apex War. Every wielder leaves behind a fragment of their soul.”

He slowly drew his Nodachi. The blade wasn't made of steel, and it wasn't made of magenta plasma. It was forged from pure, hyper-condensed Origin-Code, but the frequency had been entirely corrupted. It glowed with a blinding, absolute white light that hurt to look at. "I am the Architect of the Sky," the Shogun declared. "And I will format you myself." The Shogun didn't run. He simply vanished. "Where did he go?!" Reyes shouted, sweeping her plasma rifle across the empty courtyard.