Heavenly Restriction User of the Gojo Clan: I Refuse to Be Cut in Half

"Alright. I'll have Yuki take care of it. Have her go to the Zenin estate and retrieve that Cursed Tool."

"Gojo Satoshi, one last question. What is the name of the Zanpakutō you're going to forge?"

This was a test from Tengen.

If Satoshi could name the sword, it meant its power already existed in some form.

But if he only had a conceptual image in mind and didn't know its name, then it meant Satoshi had simply acquired the forging method from somewhere else.

Satoshi smiled, a faint trace of amusement flickering in his eyes.

Tengen understood immediately. He had seen through her test.

She thought her plan had failed, but to her surprise, Satoshi spoke directly, revealing the name of the Zanpakutō he intended to craft for her.

"Urozakuro."

"The Zanpakutō I will forge for you is called Urozakuro. If you can fully master it, then the task of assimilation with the Star Plasma Vessel can be left entirely to the blade."

Satoshi stretched, then turned to leave.