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

Chapter 164 163: What a joke

And just as everyone was communicating.

Xiumu Yinling, who had been silent until now, suddenly looked up and gazed towards the distance.

The skin on the old man's face trembled, and his words came from his chest, dull and deep.

"It's about to begin."

Needless to say.

One word at this moment is worth a thousand words.

Everyone who was originally talking turned their gazes and stared in the direction of the other half.

That was the location that had been determined earlier and needed to be vacated.

It is also the place where the victory or defeat of the two teams is determined.

And at this moment.

The two men, already fully equipped and ready to go, stood on it.

Soi-Fong has already taken off her loose captain's haori.

She changed back into the covert operations force's unique tights, gathered all her drooping hair behind her head and tied it up tightly.

The tight clothing brought out her already slender figure to the fullest.

From a female perspective, Soi Fong does lack any angles that can be appreciated.

But as for the killer...

At this moment, the aura that was constantly surging and lingering around her body made it impossible for anyone to underestimate this slender woman.

His arms were folded across his chest, and his short Zanpakutō hung at his waist.

The furrowed brows lock the qi.

Although there were no more obvious movements, the aura she exuded alone made Soi-Fong have a presence that was enough to attract people's attention at this moment.

Perhaps this is what is meant by full concentration...

The forms of power are ever-changing.

"No matter how insignificant a thing is, it must have characteristics that are worthy of respect..."

At this moment, Kyoraku Shunsui recalled the teachings of old man Yamamoto when he was young.

It's really a shame - even if you chew and eat some things thoroughly, you still won't feel the importance of these things.

Only when you truly experience it will it feel so real.

There is no end to learning.

It is between the emotions, on the other side.

Arima Shizuka, the opposing party, also entered the scene.

Unlike Soi Feng, he did not directly choose to streamline the configuration until it becomes the lightest outfit.

She wears a haori with the number 'five' printed on it.

The young man stood not far away with high spirits, and with a slightly sideways posture, he placed his right hand lightly on the hilt of the knife.

The relaxed and comfortable expression formed a sharp contrast with Soi-Fong.

"Aren't you going to take off those things that are in the way?"

The one who spoke was Soi-Fong.

It is hard to imagine that the person who was speaking so harshly just now would speak in such a calm tone at this moment?
That is prejudice in the purest sense.

Now that we are here, it means that conflict itself is inevitable.

At this point, verbal attacks are weak and powerless.

It would be better to let the opponent show his true ability as much as possible. Only in this way... can we fight with all our strength.

You can laugh at the other person's incompetence without restraint.

Faced with this question at this moment, Arima Jing hummed for a moment and then showed a generous smile.

"No, I'm not like you. I can abandon my responsibilities and obligations and choose a path that allows me to take revenge."

Gao raised his left hand.

The sharp wind from the highlands blew over, making the thick haori flutter, revealing the death suit underneath...

It also made the boy's hearty smile appear more calm.

"I have become the captain of the fifth squad."

"I will fight you in the name of the Fifth Division."

"After all, this is a captain election. If there is no title, wouldn't it seem a bit thin and weird?"

——Inexplicable persistence.

It makes it seem like I'm fighting with you just for the title of captain of the so-called 5th Division.

Just as I expected, he looked like a clueless guy no matter how I looked at him.

It's really unpleasant.

Turning her head and gazing towards the distance, Soi-Fong spoke calmly.

"I am ready."

Arima Shizuka on the other side also nodded.

"That's okay with me too."

This was a private fight, so naturally there weren't any overly harsh conditions.

Suzuki Chojiro finally sighed, not sure whether he was sighing at the stubbornness of these two people or at his helplessness about the current situation.

"You two can do whatever you want. You can do it anytime."

"As for the conditions that require attention and caution..."

"Just don't let anyone die."

From then on, there were no more taboos.

Watching the captain and his deputy retreat to the other half of the field, Soi-Fong turned her gaze back.

Take a deep breath and give up the idea of ​​defending or making amends for the other party.

Soi-Fong took a light step forward with her left foot, and as she did so, she half-turned around.

He bent his right arm and placed it on the hilt of the knife.

"It's really hard to imagine, Arima Shizuya."

The sudden emotion seems a little abrupt.

But at the same time, the coldness in Soi-Fong's eyes became three times stronger.

"I never thought that there was a person who could annoy me so much."

Bend your knees slightly.

"I can't talk to you more than three sentences every time."

Keep your toes together and heels slightly lifted.

"Because you always find the things that annoy me the most."

Put all your weight on your toes.

"I once tried to understand Master Ye's teachings, tried to find your shining points, to neutralize this unpleasant feeling. But unfortunately..."

Like a bow and arrow ready to be released, it follows the principles of a covert action force.

Hidden and dangerous.

"You still make me hate you."

Just like a starting point, the moment she uttered the last syllable, Soi-Fong's figure completely disappeared.

——No, it’s better to say it disappeared.

It would be more accurate to say that it turned into a shooting star.

Because at the last moment, there was a loud roar and the surface of the stands cracked.

Soi Feng's figure was like a sharp blade, piercing through the shackles of the air in an instant.

advance.

This is an extremely simple attack method and also a basic skill in instant step.

Although it can highlight the effect of a surprise attack, it may seem a bit "unwise" at this moment?
It's linear motion after all.

There is almost no trajectory that is easier to capture than this one.

Arima Shizuka calmly drew his sword, as if quietly waiting to parry.

Just at the moment of touching, the 'meteor' suddenly stopped!
The toe of his right foot stomped heavily on the ground, and with the force of thunder, he completely lifted up the entire piece of land.

The scattered spiritual pressure created a strong wind, sweeping up all the gravel and sand, and rushed towards Arima Shizuya.

The spewed-out debris was like bullets, strong enough to kill all spirits, causing the onlookers to sigh with emotion.

"what is this?"

"It's a new way to use Shunpo. I think he has made some improvements on it."

"It's a little worrying...Isn't this captain quite young?"

From a certain perspective, Soi Fong does possess a talent no less than that of Yoruichi Shihouin.

however.

The killer move is not this.

Hidden in the strong wind, the flickering figure like a pitch-black butterfly began to launch non-stop attacks around Arima Shizuka.

A cold light flashed in it.

Chop, stab, stab, cut, chop...

The non-stop moves were like flowing water, accompanied by a visual effect that seemed like a clone, and they launched an encirclement and suppression war against Arima Shizuka with more people against fewer.

Sparks were accompanied by a sharp buzzing sound, the unique echo of iron colliding violently.

In just a moment of mutual testing, the two sides seemed to have already started a real fight and began a fierce confrontation.

bump!
With the last explosion, Shattered Bee's figure took off and landed lightly.

Standing on the tiptoe of her left foot, Soi-Fong, with a little sweat on her face, half turned sideways, panting and revealing a rather smug smile.

"You let me succeed, Arima Shizuya."

The other party did not answer immediately, but lowered his head in silence and looked at his left arm.

At the wrist position.

A dark and gorgeous flower bloomed silently in it.

Just like a tattoo embedded in the skin, the ink is so deep and deliberate, as if to highlight its unique sense of publicity.

At this moment, Arima Jing couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

Gravel and flash steps are just for cover.

The sudden release of the Zanpakutō increased its speed so much that even the opponent's nerves had been paralyzed, making it difficult for him to react in the first place.

This will make it easy to get caught.

It is indeed a unique tactic designed based on his own ability.

Just compared to this.

What he cares more about now is the thing in Soi-Fong's hand.

Slender and delicate, it doesn't even look like a weapon.

This was the first impression that thing gave him.

It was a luxurious item applied to the fingertips...

The overall appearance is a slender outline, and the whole body is golden, as eye-catching and dazzling as the stinger of a long-tailed bee.

Soi-Fong raised her right hand as if to show off.

"This is my Zanpakutō."

"It's called Sparrow Bee."

"It only takes one strike to inject a mark into a specific part. The second strike afterwards will trigger the mark, causing the victim to die."

"How are you? Are you scared, Arima Shizuya?"

"After all, you were planted with the Bee Pattern Hua without knowing it, and I can also take your life without you being able to detect it."

So, what?

Should he show the expected look of horror, or should he just beg for mercy?

Whatever it is - show your ugliness as much as possible.

Lord Ye will definitely see that your expression hidden beneath your calmness is your true underlying color!

Looking forward to it and waiting.

However, Soi-Fong saw that the other party had a rather relaxed expression.

"I see. It looks like a pretty thing."

What, why is this guy still so calm?
Before she could express her doubts, Arima Jing had already turned half his head and said to her with a smile.

"Do you think you're the only one with fast speed? Don't forget, I was also taught Shunpo by Master Yoruichi himself."

Just in terms of speed.

"Not below you."

One word fell to the ground.

The tights around Soi-Feng's waist ripped apart with a "pop".

"?!!!"

With a stunned expression on her face, Soi-Fong subconsciously reached out to cover the cracked hole.

Although it was a little late.

But it was not too late now - Soi-Fong realized that the opening was located from the back of the waist to the navel.

This implies a mind-numbing fact.

That is... the other party is fully capable of chopping off half of her body.

But it didn't.

Instead, he used an almost joking method to only cut the clothes without hurting the skin.

The technique, which was like that of a butcher cutting up an ox, seemed even more humiliating at this moment.

The young man sheathed his sword, freed his right hand and began to rub his chin.

"Two hits to kill?"

"It's a joke... but it's also very interesting."

"After all, if you imitate it occasionally, it can also have a fun effect."

Arima Shizuka also raised her chin slightly and half raised her left hand.

He made a gesture to let the horse come over.

"Let's stop here with the entertainment. How about showing off some real skills?"

(End of this chapter)