A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

Seventy hours have passed since Frank entered the abyss of despair.

period.

Frank tried to climb up countless times, and even used his own teeth to bite the protrusions on the rock wall, just to replace his hands and let him climb a little higher!

But even so, Frank's best record was just climbing two or three meters more, and the price was a good tooth.

"The time... is almost here."

Lord said silently in his heart: "Frank...don't force me to kill you with my own hands."

Under the abyss of despair.

Frank lay weakly on the ground, with a bitter look on his face.

He was careless.

I thought it would be easy to find the power hidden in the depths of my soul, as Lord said.

But after dozens of hours and countless attempts, Frank was almost desperate, and even had a suspicion, thinking that Lord was lying to him!

Where is the power hidden deep in the soul?

In this silent and claustrophobic darkness, Frank has called countless times, prayed countless times, and even begged...but there is no answer!

Only the chain became shorter under the erosion, and now only the short section on the chest remains.

The pain of the soul and the despair in the heart all herald his end, and they will disappear like this chain!

But Frank was not reconciled.

Consciousness gradually dimmed, and Frank felt as if he had a dream.

In the dream, there are his family members and the ghosts who died under his hands. These scenes switch back and forth, like a marquee.

tick tock... tick tock...

A cold touch came, and Frank opened his eyes, only to find himself lying in the ruins.

It was raining heavily under a gray sky.

The raindrops fell on his body, which was cold and biting. Frank got up slowly, his eyes were a little confused: "Where... is this?"

"This is your inner world."

A man in a white trench coat appeared, whose appearance was somewhat similar to Frank.

"Who are you?"

Frank immediately raised his vigilance, and his muscles tensed up, ready to fight back at any time.

"Poor... pathetic..."

Frank in white said coldly: "How many times do I have to call before you can hear my name?"

Frank's eyes turned cold: "I've never seen you before, who are you? Why do you look the same as me?"

"Don't see it yet?"

Frank in white sneered, with disdain on his face: "I am you...Frank!"

"You are me?"

A flash of inspiration flashed in Frank's mind, and he suddenly thought of what Lord said before, subconsciously: "You are the power hidden in my soul that Lord said?"

"you can say it this way."

Frank in white said lightly: "But to be precise, it should belong to your power of death."

"Great!"

Frank's eyes lit up: "Give me strength quickly, or I will become a monster!"

"Give you strength?"

Hearing this, Frank in white looked slightly cold, "Frank, you may have made a mistake."

"What do you mean?"

Frank frowned slightly, puzzled and said, "Don't you belong to my power?"

"Tell me, what do you want?"

Frank in white said coldly.

"I......"

Frank was stunned suddenly, not knowing how to answer this question for a moment.

yeah...what do i want?

He had never thought about this before, he just used his anger to take revenge and eliminate all evil!

But when Frank in white asked, Frank suddenly didn't know how to answer this question.

"Frank..."

Frank in white said lightly: "Do you still remember how many lives fell under your gun?

Is it one hundred, two hundred?

Or one thousand, two thousand?

What are you after?

Revenge?

Or uphold justice?

Or is it just venting anger?

Tell me.....Frank!

Are you an Avenger now, or a Punisher? "

Frank clenched his fists, and the veins on his forehead popped up: "Is there any difference?"

"There is a difference..."

Frank in white has deep eyes: "I need to know your answer, tell me your most authentic answer, Frank!"

Frank was silent.

As Frank in white said, many times, I have not figured it out.

Is he an avenger consumed by rage, or a punisher who executes justice?

Frank lowered his head, his eyes full of loneliness, and muttered to himself:

"I was desperate...

I have also been lost...

Whenever I think back to that day, when the sinful bullet pierced their chests, my anger can't be contained, and it's even going to swallow my sanity!

I am certain......

As long as there are interests in this world, evil will never be eradicated. This is a helpless and never-ending war!

Anger is my bullet!

Hatred is in my blood!

And justice...is what I believe in!

Since law and order cannot be judged, it is up to me to be the punisher to maintain that ridiculous and pale justice!

Violence against violence, blood for blood!

This isn't revenge...it's punishment!

Sinners should be punished! "

Frank's eyes were red, and he roared almost like a roar. The invisible spiritual power was vibrating, setting off a tornado that soared into the sky!

"Remember what you believe at this moment..."

Frank in white showed a smile, with a hint of relief and a hint of pity:

"Call...Frank!"

"Call....my name!"

......

boom! ! !

A blazing meteor shot straight into the sky from the bottom of the pit, and then quickly fell to the ground!

"Oh?"

Lord raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "It seems that you succeeded, Frank."

Frank in a black windbreaker, with a huge white skull printed on his back, holds his own Zanpakuto in his hand!

Unlike Lord's Zanpakuto, Frank's Zanpakuto is a standard western knight sword.

This sword has neither a gorgeous appearance nor a gorgeous decoration, it is just an ordinary and simple sword that is easily overlooked by others!

"This sword..."

Lord's eyes fell on the knight sword, and he was a little surprised.

Zanpakuto is the embodiment of its soul. In other words, its style, appearance, and ability are all related to the individual's soul.

But Frank's Zanpakuto turned out to be an ordinary western knight sword, which was somewhat beyond Lord's expectation.

"Thank you."

After Frank thanked Lord, he turned to look at the sword in his hand and muttered, "Is this... is my power?"

"congratulations."

Lord clapped his hands and said, "From today onwards, you are no longer Frank the Punisher, but the God of Death—Frank!"

"Ah......"

Frank grinned, shook his head and said, "I prefer Punisher to Death."

"Then the third lesson~"

Lord pulled out the knife in the cane and pointed it at Frank: "Come and show me your Zanpakuto ability."

Compared to Frank calling him the God of Death, he was more curious about the power of this seemingly ordinary sword.

"Okay!"

Frank didn't object either, and said with a smile, "I was almost killed by you, so it's not too much for me to cut twice?"

Lord smiled and said, "If you can do it."

"Be careful, Lord."

Frank stroked the blade of the sword with his rough hands, with a heavy look in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "This is the first time I use it, I won't be responsible if I hack you to death!"

"bring it on!"

Lord narrowed his eyes slightly, and a huge spiritual pressure was released instantly, like a landslide and tsunami, rolling up waves of wind and waves out of thin air!

With his sword in his chest, Frank glared angrily, growled, and read:

"Justice is pale and humble, but it is by no means powerless!"

"Shijie—Pale justice!!!"

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