"We just need to use this!"
Sora took out a small blue-black orb.
"What is this!!?" Looking at the object in Sora's hand, Ichibe'e and Hikifune were very puzzled.
"Heh heh, this? It's a good thing!" Sora smiled: "You haven't seen this before. Down below, it's called the Hogyoku!"
"It's essentially a universal wish-granting device! But as you can imagine, a wish-granting device can't truly be universal, right?"
"So the origin of this thing is also very simple. It's a fragment of the Soul King's authority."
Sora explained: "Because of the current state of your Soul King, his authority was scattered across Soul Society, eventually collected by two geniuses who each created a Hogyoku."
"Finally, the two Hogyokus were merged into the one in my hand, which is the Soul King's authority!"
"Does that make sense?"
"With the Oken's lock meant to protect the Soul King, plus the authority to modify it, of course there's no problem!"
Sora said calmly.
But by this point, Ichibe'e and Hikifune were already stunned!
Their Soul King was a vegetative being with no authority, like a wax statue, non-functional.
But now Sora held that authority, which meant he was effectively the true Soul King of this world!
Since he could even do something like this, modifying Hikifune's object of protection to be himself.
Looking at Sora, Ichibe'e's feelings were very complex.
If Sora was still just a foreign guest, he could maintain an attitude that was neither humble nor arrogant. But if Sora could also be considered the Soul King of this world...
Ichibe'e couldn't say for sure… he just knew he didn't want to provoke Sora anymore.
At that moment, Sora asked: "If the modification can be completed, would Hikifune-san be willing to come with me?"
"Of course!" Without even glancing at Ichibe'e, Hikifune gladly accepted.
"Great, great, hahahahaha!" Seeing Hikifune accept his invitation so readily, Sora was overjoyed.
"Well, let's go to the next place!"
Sora stood up first: "I heard that all Shihakusho are made by Shutara Senjumaru?"
"I wonder if I might have the honor of having Shutara Senjumaru weave a garment for me?" Sora looked at Ichibe'e.
"Huh?" Ichibe'e thought to himself that Sora wasn't a Shinigami of the Seireitei, so why would he need a Shihakusho.
This was akin to a form of official appointment. Although the Shihakusho might not look like much, it was actually very important. Otherwise, Shutara, who created the Shihakusho, wouldn't have been invited to join Zero Division.
This sufficiently demonstrated the effectiveness of her Shihakusho.
The most obvious example was when Rukia gave her Reiatsu to someone, and her Shihakusho instantly faded in color.
This showed that the Shihakusho could reflect the wearer's condition to some extent.
Subsequently, led by Ichibe'e, everyone arrived at Shutara's Weave Palace.
"Oh, Shutara Senjumaru, I've brought the person. He wants you to weave a garment!" Ichibe'e greeted.
"Weave a garment!?" Hearing Ichibe'e's words, Shutara was momentarily stunned, then asked: "For whom?"
As she spoke, Shutara's gaze fell on Sora: "Is it for this honored guest?"
"Of course!" Ichibe'e said matter-of-factly: "If not for this honored guest, then who else?"
"Alright, alright, I'll leave him with you. I'll go out first!" After speaking, Ichibe'e turned and walked out.
He looked like a dog was chasing him.
Just as Sora was wondering why, ahead, Shutara suddenly let out a creepy laugh.
"Ohohohohohoho!"
Senjumaru laughed like a queen.
"Hmm?" Hearing Shutara's queenly laugh, Sora didn't understand why she was laughing so joyfully.
But he understood soon enough.
"Honored guest, having me weave a garment comes with some rules. Do you understand?" Shutara's eyes sparkled as she spoke mischievously.
"Hm? Rules?" Sora was taken aback by her words.
Then, he actually remembered. There were rules.
And those rules...
"Heh!" Sora showed a nonchalant smile. Although the rules were a bit unusual, he wasn't afraid.
But even though he knew, Sora didn't say anything outwardly. He simply asked: "And what might those rules be?"
"The rules are simple!" Senjumaru Shutara smiled slightly: "To have me weave a garment in my palace, you must first take off your clothes and let me take your measurements personally."
"Heh heh heh!" Senjumaru Shutara chuckled: "Honored guest, do you understand now?"
"Strip, then!" Sora didn't mind.
As long as he wasn't embarrassed, it would be the other person who was embarrassed.
His mentality at this moment was just like Gilgamesh from the Fate series.
There was not a single part of his body that he couldn't show.