After closing his eyes for a moment, Kenma suppressed the complicated thoughts in his mind. When he opened his eyes again, his expression had returned to its previous calm.
The answers from the two Kiritsugus were already clear enough.
Now that things had come to this, what could he do even if he didn't accept it?
In the future, if he were to form contracts with other souls, his two Zanpakutō would still behave this way.
It was definitely not something he could change with a single sentence here.
At least one doubt in Kenma's heart had been resolved.
"This issue ends here. I have another confusion."
As soon as Kenma said this, a trace of doubt appeared on the faces of the two Kiritsugus.
The white-haired, brown-skinned Kiritsugu glanced sideways at the other Kiritsugu beside him.
The black-haired Kiritsugu looked at Kenma and couldn't help but sigh.
"Kenma, I think I know what you want to ask."
"Ask. As long as it is your question, I will answer it."
Kenma recalled the strange occurrences he had encountered before.
After groaning for a moment, he didn't immediately ask the question that had been weighing on the bottom of his heart for a long time. Instead, he asked a smaller question, though he didn't know if it was related.
"When I took Shisui to the Jujutsu world previously, at first, Shisui couldn't see those Curses, even with his Sharingan."
"But after I shared my vision with him, and even after I withdrew my vision, he could surprisingly still see them."
"What exactly is going on with that?"
This question somewhat exceeded Kiritsugu's expectations. He was slightly stunned, his gaze lowering as he said in a deep voice, "I suppose I let him see."
Hearing Kiritsugu's answer be so uncertain actually surprised Kenma for a moment.
"You suppose?"
"Yes. Shisui is excellent. Even without my power, relying only on his personal potential, he would slowly begin to see after staying in that world for a period of time."
Kiritsugu's voice paused.
"It's just that relying solely on his power would take a very long time."
"After all, he is the spare body you designated in advance. So, after I detected his situation, I connected that part of him more tightly to you and stimulated his potential in the shortest possible time to achieve a vision consistent with yours."
"This way, even if you encounter unknown dangers, there will be a roughly equivalent backup beside you, making it convenient for you to transfer your consciousness and deal with the danger."
Kiritsugu's answer could be said to have taken internal caution to the extreme.
Given Kenma's strength at the time and his understanding of the Jujutsu world, was there really anything that could threaten him?
However, this was Kiritsugu's consistent style.
He raised vigilance to the maximum and would never let go of any possible danger.
Kenma's heart stirred, and he suddenly said, "Stimulated Shisui's potential to the maximum?"
"Kiritsugu, I don't recall you having such an ability?"
Kiritsugu paused slightly and looked at the other white-haired Kiritsugu, seeing him nod gently.
Just as the black-haired Kiritsugu was about to continue speaking, Kenma's voice rang out again.
"Aside from the matter with Shisui, what made me realize something was wrong was what happened after I brought those pirates to Soul Society."
Hearing this, Kiritsugu's face remained silent, but he sighed inwardly.
Sure enough, it was this matter—
Kenma continued, "At that time, I signed contracts with those pirates and brought them back to Soul Society."
"Their reaction to being in Soul Society was shocking. As time passed, their entire souls began to gradually collapse and dissipate."
"Yet, those successfully contracted souls like Whitebeard remained safe and sound, forming a sharp contrast."
"What was even more surprising was that after I contracted them, the disintegration of these undead was stopped as if by a miracle—"
"Added to the fact that I recently realized these contractors cannot awaken a Zanpakutō—no matter how I think about it, it's unusual."
Kenma's voice deepened.
"Even if I am a soul from another world—no matter how miraculous, I shouldn't be able to do this."
"And to be able to accomplish such incredible things, after thinking it over, there is only one possibility."
The black-haired Kiritsugu's breathing quickened for an instant as he looked into Kenma's eyes, which were full of composure, and saw the expression of extreme confidence in his own deduction.
His heart couldn't help but settle; those surging emotions miraculously calmed down in an instant.
"Kenma, it seems you have already guessed it."
Kiritsugu nodded. His expression was solemn, but his tone was surprisingly calm, even to himself.
"Correct, just as you deduced."
"I am your power, but the root does not come from you, but from someone else."
Kenma opened his mouth, murmuring in a low voice, " The Soul King—"
"Correct!"
The black-haired Kiritsugu nodded again.
The white-haired Kiritsugu at the side spoke gravely, "Kenma, I am the power derived from your reality, originating undoubtedly from your soul."
As his voice fell, he pointed to the black-haired version of himself beside him.
"And this one beside me, who intruded into our body, mimicked becoming a member of us, and disguised himself as your Zanpakutō, [Kiritsugu]!"
"His true identity is precisely a fragment of the God who sits high in the heavens, scattered down to the lower realms!"
"He is the Joint of the Soul King!"
Kenma's pupils constricted slightly. "The Soul King's Joint..."
To the three worlds here, the existence of the Soul King was too high; there was no difference between him and God.
And he wasn't a simple nature deity, or a god formed from the faith of people like an incense deity.
He was the true God of monotheism, omniscient and omnipotent!
Named Adonais.
Countless years ago, the Soul King created boundaries, thereby creating the current three worlds. However, he was sealed by the ancestors of the Five Great Noble Families working together, dismembered, and made into a wedge to stabilize the three worlds.
The dismembered parts still retained mysterious power and fell into the three worlds.
Kenma had guessed about his situation, but after hearing the Zanpakutō's reply, he still felt a shock that was hard to describe.
He looked at the black-haired Kiritsugu.
Kiritsugu nodded slowly.
"He is right."
"My true form comes from the Joint of the Soul King. My ability is 'Connection'."
"It is precisely because of the high level of my status that I can accomplish those things that seem incredible to ordinary eyes."
Seeing Kiritsugu actually admit it, the heavy stone in Kenma's heart finally fell to the ground.
No wonder—
This made complete sense.
If it involved the power of the Soul King, doing those things wasn't so incredible after all.
Thinking of this, Kenma suddenly asked, "But—how did you come to be on me? When did it happen?"
"From the very beginning."
"The beginning?"
Kenma reacted abruptly.
"From the moment I first arrived in Soul Society?"
"Correct," Kiritsugu said in a deep voice. "Kenma, you are an entity from the outside world. Yet, you didn't have that much power. When you first arrived in Soul Society, just like those pirates, you would have collapsed before long."
"And it was at that time that I entered your body and became a part of you."
"It is precisely because of my existence that you were connected to Soul Society and this world, allowing you to survive smoothly."
"It is as simple as that."
After listening, Kenma remained silent for a long time.
Once he processed it, he couldn't help but raise his head to look upward.
His gaze seemed to pierce through the wooden roof, reaching the God who resided high in the heavens.
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