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

Chapter 85 084: Soft Cap of 60

Chapter 85 084: Soft Cap of 60
This is a bone.

This is a double bone...

Seeing that the huge fist was about to hit her through, Arima Jing couldn't help but scream out.

"what!!!"

After the exclamation, Arima Jing was also "woken up" immediately.

He straightened his back from the floor and sat up suddenly. Arima Shizuka patted his forehead in a daze, revealing a rather surprised expression.

I was still in the dojo, covered with a thin blanket.

But now there is no trace of Yuan Liuzhai.

"Are you awake?"

The voice came from behind, somewhat low and unfamiliar... Turning around, I saw a serious-looking man sitting not far from me.

The two met eyes.

He was an elderly soldier with slicked-back hair, a beard, and a head full of white hair, except for the right side of his hair which was still black.

Arima Shizuka also saw the other person's lips move for a moment, and finally revealed a gentler smile.

"My name is Okiga Genshiro, and I am the third seat of the First Squadron. It's our first meeting, and I hope you will take care of me."

What a sudden self-introduction.

However, this style of speaking first without asking about the source does have a sense of the old Japanese style.

Okiga Genshiro...I remember now.

The other party is also a veteran official following behind Mr. Yamamoto, and his seniority is second only to Suzube.

In the original storyline, after the Thousand Year Bloody War, he also served as the vice-captain of the First Division.

Arima Shizuka also quickly stood up to return the greeting.

"No... this is me. I'm Shizuka Arima, a second-year student at the Shinō Spiritual Academy."

"I see. It really lives up to its reputation."

"...?"

Seeing that Arima Shizuka also had an expression of confusion, Okiya Genshiro's mouth corners slightly raised.

"The fact that a student can fight Genryusai-sama head-on is an unprecedented achievement. Arima-kun, this is something that neither Kyoraku Shunsui nor Ukitake Jushiro could do back then."

Yes, is that so?

But even if she said that, Arima Shizuka still couldn't be happy.

After all, my hand is still broken...

The bone must have been broken, and because of congestion, the entire forearm showed signs of swelling, turning into a creepy purple-red color.

Through the communication, Arima Shizuka also realized that she had lost consciousness for only about ten minutes.

Old man Yamamoto had already left the scene when he fainted.

——He is fleeing for fear of crime!

"We will also have someone to take care of your injuries, please come with me, Arima-kun."

Although she was in so much pain that she was grimacing, Arima Jing couldn't say anything unpleasant.

After all, the fact is just as Okiya Genshiro said, Genryusai himself had no intention of killing him.

And I have also gained a lot...

[You fought with Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni and gained a deeper understanding of the techniques of white-handed fighting. White-handed fighting +5]

Sure enough, it came.

Seeing this thing, Arima Jing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, when it comes down to it, just getting hit once in exchange for 5 points of familiarity is a pretty good deal in itself.

But this also raises another question...

"So 60 points is the soft cap, right?"

After all, Arima Jing couldn't believe that the old man's punch only had 5 points of attribute value.

Only those who have experienced it firsthand can understand that it is truly capable of breaking a person down - the well-trained body and the surging power.

Although the moves are exactly the same, one can feel that this is totally beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Considering the content in the original novel, this is obviously a sign that the other party is holding back.

It's really scary.

The so-called people of Seireitei who wrote history books had truly unfathomable strength.

No wonder the prison warden was always thinking hard about how to trick the other party when he was causing trouble.

Sure enough, among these captains, the one who deserves the most fear is old man Yamamoto.

"Arima-kun, please come this way."

"Ah... Thank you for your concern, Mr. Oshige."

All I can say is that the First Division is indeed extraordinary, and the medical staff in the team are at a level no less than that of the Fourth Division.

Under the action of Hui Dao, the bones healed and the subcutaneous tissues moved back to their original state.

Apart from some light bruises, there are no other residual symptoms for the time being.

Under the leadership of Okiga Genshiro, Arima Shizuka also went around to the cafeteria of the First Squadron's barracks.

The decor is surprisingly plain.

It's like some kind of employee cafeteria from the Showa era.

Low ceilings, swaying fans. Under the main theme of wooden appliances, the tables, chairs and benches are shiny, but more or less neat and clean.

Standing at the entrance, I could hear some team members talking. It was obvious that they didn't need to pay too much attention to discipline here.

Okiga Genshiro handed over a wooden tray and said calmly.

"Most of the allowances for the first team are used for food supplements, so everything here is provided in a self-service manner... Just don't waste food, this is also the teaching of Master Genryusai."

Oh, it's free?
Arima Jing also became excited all of a sudden.

Tamagoyaki cold cuts, green onion tofu, salt-grilled mackerel, and beef brisket curry cubes.

After adding another big bowl of rice, Arima Shizuka had already planned to leave with Okiga Genshiro.

But then I heard a shout from the kitchen.

"Please enjoy the freshly baked eel meat~"

The person's neck was twisted as if it was welded.

Okiga Genshiro chuckled and nodded slightly to Arima Shizuka.

"Just don't waste it, Arima-kun."

After queuing up again, Arima Shizuka happily brought over three large pieces of eel meat.

The braised food looks bright in color, and just the smell makes people salivate.

Even if you get beaten, you can still eat for free.

This is worth the price of the ticket.
The two of them wandered around for a while and finally found themselves in a relatively remote corner.

I saw a 'lonely' figure.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, the little old man actually sat in such an inconspicuous corner to eat.

"Master Yuan Liusai, I'm bringing people here."

The figure half turned around and responded with a calm expression.

"Thank you for your hard work. Let me rinse my teeth."

Their eyes met again, and although she was still nervous as if by reflex, Arima Shizuka still gritted her teeth and greeted him.

"Captain, Captain..."

"Just like Chongya and the others, just call me Yuanliuzai."

As if he didn't care much about the title, Yuan Liuzhai raised his right hand and lightly pointed to the side beside him.

"Take a seat."

Although he wanted to sit farther away, Okiya secretly winked at him, so he had to sit opposite Yamamoto.

"Does your hand still hurt?"

A calm tone came from the front, and Arima Shizuka nodded in response.

"Much better!"

"Well, that's good."

Yamamoto placed the chopsticks in his right hand flat, picked up the miso soup in his left hand, stirred it gently, and brought it to his mouth and took a sip.

"Although your skills are still rusty, they are much better than those of the inferior apprentices back then. The art of white fighting is so old that few people are willing to delve into it nowadays."

Yuanliuzai put down the miso soup, his expression seeming to be quite emotional.

"After the appearance of Zanpakutō, many Shinigami took it as their standard and neglected physical training. It's a pity..."

This seems to make some sense?
After all, a typical example is Omaeda Nozomi who had taken action before.

As a noble and the vice-captain of the second squad, his dialogue and fighting skills were neglected to this extent, which was enough to explain the problem.

"Arima Shizuya."

……Um?

What does this have to do with me?
Looking up, he could see Yuan Liusai staring at him calmly.

He put his hands together on the table, clenched into fists, and his expression was calm.

"Although I am old and no longer accept disciples, I don't want to see young people like you abandon the spirit of Yuanliu..."

"So, stay in the first team for a while longer."

……

This was a bit confusing, and the person involved took a moment to react before he carefully raised his right hand and touched his cheek.

"Do you mean to instruct me personally?"

"..."

Yuan Liusai's look as if he was looking at a fool was quite lethal.

"Ahem... why don't you say thank you now?"