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

Chapter 254 253: Long time no see

On a rainy night, the orange-haired boy stayed awake all night.

Until the end of school the next day.

Mako Hirako, who was about to leave the school, was stopped by Ichigo Kurosaki.

"and many more……"

Turning around, the former captain of the 5th Division saw the determination flashing in the other's eyes.

"I want to go with you!"

Nothing would change if he stood still. After realizing this, Ichigo Kurosaki chose not to hesitate any longer.

Mako Hirako raised his eyebrows slightly, and after a moment, a smile appeared on his face.

"I see... I understand. Then follow me!"

The two turned back and returned to the gathering place yesterday.

The other members of the Masked Corps still maintained their lukewarm attitude. In comparison, Hiyori was more friendly.

"Hey, brat!"

She shouted at Ichigo Kurosaki with a rather unfriendly tone.

"If you can't hold on any longer, just give up. Otherwise, you will really be eaten."

It's not an adjective, but a statement in another sense. The orange-haired boy was slightly stunned, then he chuckled and nodded.

"Well, thank you."

The melancholy boy's smile is absolutely terrifying.

Hiyori grunted, jumped up and kicked over.

"What are you grinning about, you bastard!"

"pain……"

Ignore this part of the episode.

After everything was arranged, the members of the Masked Legion gathered around, ready to deal with any unexpected situations.

"Ichigo, next you have to try to draw out that part of your power."

"I know you'll be nervous, but it's okay. The people here are not mediocre, and it won't be difficult for them to suppress you even though you're in a state of confusion."

"And during that time, you have to seize the time to get in touch with the other party and draw out the other party's strength to the greatest extent possible."

Although there are some deviations.

But under the influence of many external factors, Ichigo Kurosaki still came to the stage where he needed to face his own heart.

The man who symbolized the power of death and the Hollow, and who was entrenched in the depths of his own spiritual world...

If you don't face him directly, even Uncle Zhan Yue won't give you any help.

He could no longer ask for help from others. The only one who could save himself at this moment was Ichigo Kurosaki himself.

As assistants, Mako Hirako and others need to make corresponding preparations outside to prevent various accidents that may occur at any time.

Of course, time is not unlimited.

"For safety reasons, we will also decide whether to interrupt you based on the abnormalities in your body."

Mako Hirako took out a pocket watch, set it, and showed it to Ichigo.

"Five... no, ten minutes."

"If it's longer, I'll feel a little unsafe."

"The passage of time in the spiritual world is different from that in the outside world, so you don't have to worry too much about it."

all in all.

"Have a safe trip, Ichigo."

Too nervous to speak, Ichigo Kurosaki could only respond with a rather forced smile.

The Death God's Agent Certificate pulled the soul out of the body, and Ichigo Kurosaki appeared in a Death God costume. He looked around with a complicated expression and said in a low voice.

"Thank you……"

The slightly humble tone made Pingzi frown.

As he said before, he was just a kid who knew nothing, but he was forced to shoulder these unnecessary responsibilities.

After all.

This is also a dereliction of duty as an "adult".

Putting his right hand in front of his face, Kurosaki Ichigo slowly closed his eyes.

Taking a deep breath is just like what I have done before, nothing different.

Nourishes...

Black and red lightning flashed in the air, and as Ichigo Kurosaki's consciousness began to fall, wave-like air currents appeared around him.

Coo coo coo coo…

A milky white flow appeared on Kurosaki Ichigo's face.

The black and red mask fit tightly onto his face, forming a terrifying mask.

The air rolled back and rushed towards Ichigo Kurosaki, and at this moment, long and thin horns appeared on both sides of his face.

"real or fake?"

Aikawa Luowu, who was watching, put down the comic book in his hand, and his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses became slightly solemn.

"This mask..."

It was the same 'face' that I had seen many years ago.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

There is no doubt about Arima Shizuya's strength, but what is more concerning is the bond and connection this guy once had with his group.

As much care and concern as there was in the past, there is now as much resentment and disgust.

"Nothing to be surprised about, Luo Wu."

In comparison, Hirako Mako's expression was unusually calm - among all the people present, he had the most profound relationship with Arima Shizuya.

But at this time, he was the only one who could act as if nothing had happened.

"We already knew the outcome before we started, so there's no point in being surprised now."

Than dwelling on the past.

It’s better to focus on the present.

"Roar!!!"

The mask took shape, and Ichigo Kurosaki began to roar to the sky.

The breath of void power filled the entire basement. Everyone present looked aside at this moment, revealing different expressions.

"It's a little unexpected..."

"The degree of blurring seems to be less than 10%, but the aura it exudes is already very exaggerated."

"Is ten minutes too long? Pingzi."

In response, Mako Hirako simply smiled and did not choose to give a direct answer.

"If we can't even beat a youngster who just debuted, what's the point of our existence as a group of seniors?"

Speechless!

"So, everyone."

The masked troops that were originally surrounding him all turned their eyes.

Pingzi also looked at the others at this moment and opened his mouth to speak.

"Who's going first?"

Communicate with your own inner self, and both parties' consciousness will be focused on each other.

The power drawn out by loss will be manifested in the most "instinctive" way if it is not restrained and led.

During the conversation with Kurosaki Ichigo, external force must be used to suppress him.

This is the mission of the Masked Legion.

Before the words were spoken, Hiyori, who was beside Hirako, rushed forward impatiently.

"What else do you need to assign? I can handle it by myself!"

Aikawa Luowu wanted to stop it, but it was obviously too late.

This guy's temper is no different from a hundred years ago - impulsive and irritable, not good at thinking.

"Hirako!"

As a leader, Mako Hirako didn't have any major objections.

"It's not impossible to give it a try... The others just need to prepare a little bit and make sure nothing unexpected happens."

Not a formal organization.

As an illegal team born out of exiles, the communication among the Masked Legion is inherently casual.

"Watch this, little brat!"

Hiyori's right hand carelessly wiped across her face, as if it were a simple gesture to wipe away sweat.

A white, ferocious mask has emerged.

The power of the virtualization brought a more wild and intuitive feeling. "Cut him off, and kill the snake!"

The Zanpakutō in his hand underwent subtle and rapid changes along with the release words.

It became unusually thick and wide.

The blade end is densely and orderly lined with notches... From the appearance alone, it seems that the purpose of this weapon is to torture the opponent to death.

Hiyori jumped down from above and chopped down heavily.

Ichigo Kurosaki's response seemed a little slow - he just raised his Zanpakutō and barely blocked the oncoming attack.

bump! ! !
The momentum is quite strong, indicating that the strength of both sides is almost equal.

"Hahaha, you little brat, I didn't realize you have some skills!"

Then.

Hiyori twisted her body in the air with a hideous grin, and raised her right leg high, tearing through the wind and smashing her calf hard into Ichigo's cheek.

"How about this?!"

There was a muffled sound, followed by a staggering movement.

Ichigo Kurosaki seemed to be unable to react in his instinctive state and had no ability to resist at all at this moment.

Aikawa Luowu, who originally had a serious expression, unconsciously relaxed his tightly furrowed brows.

It seems... there is no need to worry?
The floating of thoughts only lasts for a moment.

And in the next moment.

Under the mask of Kurosaki Ichigo, a pair of extremely cold eyes suddenly opened.

He reached out decisively and grabbed Hiyori's ankle.

The sudden change made the expressions of everyone present more aware.

wrong.

This guy's condition is... not right!
Hiyori felt it most clearly. She struggled to raise her head and was about to say something.

"you……"

The words have not yet fallen.

Ichigo Kurosaki's right hand suddenly closed.

Cluck, cluck, cluck...pop!

A series of tiny echoes, along with Hiyori's screams, reverberated throughout the basement.

"Hiyori!"

Aikawa Rabu rushed forward subconsciously, and Kurosaki Ichigo did not look away. Only at this moment did he hold his Zanpakuto in his left hand and swung it gently.

No spiritual power was used, and it was not a formed move.

He simply tensed his body and swung the weapon with all his strength.

boom! ! !
The wind was blowing hard and ravines appeared.

An unfathomable trace appeared between the two sides, like the boundary between yin and yang, causing everyone who originally wanted to rush forward to stop in their tracks.

"what happened?!"

There were still people who didn't understand the situation, but several of those who used to be captains were now sweating profusely.

Well known.

The soul is like a fingerprint, it has unique characteristics, and each person's senses are different.

Therefore.

The aura emanating from Kurosaki Ichigo appeared at this moment.

This is also completely consistent with this theory.

Kurosaki Ichigo lowered his head and loosened his right hand.

Looking at Hiyori who fell to the ground and rolled around in pain, his tone was extremely cold.

"After all these years...your temper hasn't changed at all, Hiyori."

This tone.

This posture.

At the moment they realized the problem, everyone in the Masked Army had already entered the virtual state.

Hirako Mako took a step forward, her angry eyes unable to conceal even the mask.

"Arima Shizuya!!!"

correct!
The soul that was supposed to be in the spiritual world, communicating and pulling with Ichigo Kurosaki.

At this time, he took the initiative to float up and occupied the other person's body? !
The unexpected development had caused everyone in the audience to show expressions of shock and anger.

However, faced with this extraordinary anger, the person involved reacted quite calmly.

"You don't have to shout so loudly. I can hear you...Captain Hirako."

Without any intention of killing him, 'Kurosaki Ichigo' took several steps back, putting some distance between them.

"Just treat it as an old friend coming to say hello. Can the atmosphere not be so serious?"

"..."

The only response at this moment was everyone's "being on high alert".

No one would let down their guard at this time. After all, the man standing in front of them was the one who destroyed the entire Soul Society.

Mako Hirako walked forward slowly, jumped over the ravine, and held Hiyori, who was in so much pain that her whole body was covered in cold sweat, in his arms.

"What did you do to Ichigo?"

"What can we do?"

A light laugh escaped his lips, and 'Kurosaki Ichigo' spoke in his usual tone.

"Of course I am communicating with him, but he is still unable to use his power flexibly."

"In comparison, as a former captain, I am only able to do two things at the same time."

"It doesn't seem to be something difficult to understand, right?"

The members of the Masked Army were speechless.

After all, this is the first time they have faced such a situation - as mentioned before, Kurosaki Ichigo's situation is that he is carrying the souls of other people.

It is not simply 'one's own power'.

Then it seems that this kind of situation of possession is not too surprising?

However, the focus lies elsewhere.

"What on earth are you planning?"

Facing Hirako Mako's question, Kurosaki Ichigo pondered for a moment and then spoke in a light tone.

"Me? It's actually very simple... I hope you can do me a favor."

"dream!"

This answer was expected, so there was no surprise.

"Well... that's true at this stage, but it doesn't matter. I still have some time to wait..."

As for now.

"Just consider it as me coming to say hello in advance, everyone from the Masked Army."

Fengqiao Loujuro danced with the Kinshasa with an unusually cold tone.