Bleach: The Captain of the Fifth Division Becomes Stronger Through Training.

Chapter 14: This is Mercy

"Real sword training refers to the act of sparring with real swords and real swords."

"In the distant past, people were good at using this method to conduct fair and just contests and duels. After all, there is equality between life and death."

"Today, although this custom has declined, it has also developed into other types."

"That is to use real swords to raise the seriousness of both parties, so that they can concentrate much more than in training."

The act called guidance is being carried out all the time.

As a teacher alone, Aizen is indeed worthy of the word "responsible".

But this is not the right time to expand people’s knowledge!

As he listened to Aizen's explanation, Arima Shizuka broke out in a cold sweat.

No, no, no, no...

No matter how I think about it, there's no way I can be a match for Aizen.

What's more, if it was a wooden sword, I could still stay calm, but now that I'm using real swords, I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous.

Arima Jing's heartbeat couldn't help but quicken, and even her palms began to sweat.

This kind of reaction naturally cannot escape the other party's observation.

Aizen's smile remained unchanged. He pointed the tip of the blade downward and continued to pace steadily and slowly.

"Shizuya-kun, are you nervous?"

Isn't this obvious?
"Yes, I should be nervous. No...it's better to say that this is a normal reaction."

Aizen stopped pacing and began to walk towards Arima Shizuya at a leisurely pace.

"After all, this is the first time I've come into contact with a so-called real thing. This reaction is actually the most normal."

The tabi rubbed against the wooden boards of the dojo. I don't know how much sweat has seeped into them, but they are well maintained.

At the moment it exudes a glossy and smooth brightness.

"Just seeing something sharp like this will make you shrink back from the bottom of your heart. Fear of getting hurt, fear of bleeding... This is also a normal reaction."

"After all, few people are born warriors."

"Many people need to be screened and trained before they can gradually adapt to these things."

The distance is getting closer and closer.

Aizen's words were not just sounds, at this moment they even seemed to bring about a breeze, enveloping Arima Shizuya.

"You know what, Shizuya-kun. Every year, the new students are forced to eliminate one-sixth of the people at the end of the month."

"It's not that their academic performance is too poor, but they simply can't accept things like blades."

"With hesitation, no matter how light the sword is, it will become as heavy as a thousand pounds in the hands of these people, until they can no longer lift it."

The whispers were as gentle as running water, and while quietly and peacefully murmuring, Aizen had already arrived in front of Arima Shizuya.

The young man watched as the other man raised the blade and turned the tip until it was hanging on the side of his neck.

nervous……

No, it can even be said that it is oppressed by some invisible thing.

Arima Shizuka also felt that it became difficult to breathe. He could feel as if his throat was being strangled, and even his expression became ferocious.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably, like a mouse facing a wild cat, as if facing its natural enemy.

I can't see the other person's expression clearly.

Because Aizen's glasses reflected the incandescent light, giving off an aura that was devoid of emotion.

What exactly is this? ? ?
It was as if something invisible was tightly wrapped around Arima Shizuya's body, driving him almost crazy.

"Look, this is the weapon you and I share."

He brought the weapon in his hand closer and closer to Arima Shizuya's neck.

Although it had not yet been placed on the body, the sharp stinging sensation had already penetrated the skin completely.

"This is a karma creature. It is bloodthirsty, cruel, and has no emotions at all."

“So when you hold it, you should be most careful about showing mercy, and there is no room for hesitation.”

"Shizue... no, Shizue Arima, this is a battle for survival. This is the best time to prove your worth."

Although these seemingly plain words were spoken, Arima Jingye felt that the invisible sense of oppression was becoming stronger and stronger.

goo...

Even the air began to distort.

Fine beads of sweat dripped from his eyelids, sliding down bit by bit, and finally seeping into Arima Shizuya's eyes.

The pain was so severe that it was unbearable, but I couldn't avoid it, and I couldn't give in even a little bit...

Because intuition was telling Arima Shizuya.

There is no room for retreat at this moment!
If he showed fear, or even the slightest sign of weakness... the weapon hanging over his life would fall mercilessly, taking away all his life force.

"What's wrong? Why haven't you responded yet? Have you already accepted your defeat?"

"To surrender without fighting is the act of a weak person. Arima Shizuka, are you such a weak and incompetent person?"

"If that's the case, your life will be ruthlessly snatched away in the future. In that case, rather than letting those faceless guys trample on you, it's better for me to bury you with my own hands."

"Arima Shizuya, please keep this in mind..."

“This is compassion.”

As soon as the words fell, the suppressed sense of crisis was aroused at this moment!
Like a floodgate opened to release a flood of water, all the emotions rushed out in an instant, filling Arima Shizuya's chest in an instant.

You have to fight, you have to struggle, otherwise you will die, you will be plundered, until there is nothing left...

I have to resist, but, but what can I do...

The teeth were almost broken.

At the critical moment, Arima Shizuka felt as if all the pores on his body were stretched open, and he dropped his right hand reflexively.

In this desperate and confused moment.

He gripped the handle of the shallow striker tightly.

Draw the knife.

Keng...

There was a clear echo in front, followed by a loud noise that seemed to shake the heavens and the earth. Boom!!!
……

Fukai Tenda is in charge of managing the entrance and exit of the kendo field, recording a series of information, and making regular reports.

He lay in his homemade rocking chair, basking in the warm afternoon sun and taking a sip of freshly brewed hot tea.

Feeling that today is another peaceful day...

My thoughts couldn't settle.

A loud explosion loud enough to make his ears ring suddenly came from behind him.

The huge dust waves that were stirred up tore apart wooden boards and utensils, and blew living people weighing hundreds of pounds off the ground.

Shenjing Jiantian screamed and adjusted his posture in the air, but in the end he was unable to react at all and fell down awkwardly more than ten meters away.

Why? Why? ? Why? ? ?

What happened in the end?
Did the Hollows invade Soul Society? Or did someone bring something flammable and explosive into the dojo?

Wow! No matter what, it seems like a big deal!
In just a moment, he had thought of more than a hundred excuses to shirk responsibility.

His eyes followed closely and focused forward. He raised his right hand to cover his face and shouted to the students who were gathering around him.

"Don't just stand there! Hurry up and notify others to come and help. There's trouble in the kendo field!"

Using verbal communication is a rather low-level method, but there is no other way... No one present seems to be proficient in ghost arts.

He couldn't even use the Tianting Kongluo to pass on messages!

Fortunately, before the riot began to spread, Fukai Tenda's gaze penetrated the gradually dissipating smoke and dust.

He saw two figures standing inside.

That is……

The mind is 120% focused in order to see clearly what is happening inside.

Deep well felt field, go all out!
Finally, he saw clearly!

The man in the black corset had his hands hanging calmly.

She has short, slightly curly brown hair and a slim and frail figure.

But after seeing the other party's current situation clearly, Fukai Tenda couldn't help but gasp.

hurt……

A horrific wound.

It starts from the lower abdomen, runs across the body, and spreads to the shoulders.

It was as if he had suffered a horrible and cruel blow from the cassock head-on. Anyone watching would feel their teeth ache at this moment.

The black uniform of the Grim Reaper was completely torn apart, and the depth of the wound that penetrated into the flesh was unknown, and it was oozing out blood that was heart-wrenching.

Aizen Sosuke.

His glasses flew away somewhere.

There were even a few drops of splattered blood on his neck and face.

But even so.

Aizen Sosuke still had a rather strange smile on his face.

His hands were hanging down, and he didn't seem to be resisting. He seemed to be happy about something at the moment.

What is he laughing at?
Look, I don’t understand! This is a bit too scary!
And in the next moment, Fukai Kenta's eyes penetrated the completely dissipated smoke and dust, and finally saw another hidden figure.

It turned out that the other party was kneeling on the ground.

Her long black hair was tied tightly behind her head, one knee was touching the floor, her left hand was supporting her body, and her right hand was tightly holding a shallow handle.

The body was rising and falling rapidly and eagerly.

It was as if he was breathing heavily, as if he was feeling grateful for surviving a disaster.

There is Ma Jingye.

The hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat and stuck to his face.

The boy's eye sockets were slightly sunken, his mouth half open, and at this moment he was shaking uncontrollably, breathing, grasping at something called oxygen.

He looked somewhat weak, as if he was about to fall down at any moment.

But even so.

Aizen still chuckled and crouched down, extending his right hand towards Arima Shizuka.

There was a soft gurgling sound.

The wound was torn by the movement, and blood gushed out, wetting the clothes in an instant, and then condensed and flowed from the corners.

come down.

puff……

"Shizuya-kun, congratulations, you have won a chance to survive."

"Please also keep this in mind, remember it completely..."

"Remember the feeling when you swing the knife at this moment, because this is the power of resistance."

Arima Jing also wanted to say something, but in the end she rolled her eyes.

I fainted directly...