Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

Yoruichi Shihouin grinned and placed Mayuki's hand on her shoulder.

"You're too fragile. What kind of injury is this?"

"See that lazy guy over there? He stayed in bed for three days after sparring with me once, but he's still as lively as ever now."

“No wonder he didn’t want to play with you.” Aozaki Mayuki sighed. “I’m starting to regret it.”

"Shin-tsuki-kun, you can't back out now. I barely managed to escape."

Kisuke Urahara found a fan somewhere and watched the show while enjoying the breeze.

Hearing Urahara Kisuke's sarcastic remarks, Mayuki rolled her eyes at him.

Yoruichi Shihouin curled her lip and punched him on the head, sending wisps of smoke drifting out.

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and take out the little pills you invented."

"Okay, okay, don't be so irritable..."

Kisuke Urahara reached into his clothes, pulled out a small medicine bottle, and handed it to Mazuki.

"Here, take one pill every hour. It will help your body recover quickly."

Aozaki Mayuki took the medicine bottle, poured out a pill and put it in her mouth. Sure enough, she felt the pain slowly subside.

Kisuke Urahara stroked his chin; he had been pondering this ever since he learned of Mazuki's identity.

A student of the True Spiritual Arts Academy, who before enrolling, mingled in Rukongai, a district with a ward number of over 60, and established himself there.

He distinguished himself on his first day of school and quickly became the greatest genius in the history of the Shinigami Academy.

After establishing close relationships with the two captains, he also grew closer to Yoruichi.

How could someone like that be so naive?

A hint of worry crept into his eyes.

No matter how you look at it, this man is shrouded in too many mysteries, and getting involved with him would definitely be a troublesome matter.

He glanced at Masatsuki, who had regained his energy and praised him, and at Yoruichi Shihouin, who was chatting and laughing with him.

Well, he was recommended by that woman after all. I'll observe him for a while longer, and if there's any danger, I must stay away from him no matter what.

Thinking of this, he smiled and felt much more relaxed.

But at that moment, a bad feeling rose in his heart.

Aozaki Mayuki suddenly turned her head and looked in his direction, handing over the medicine bottle in her hand.

Upon seeing the medicine bottle, Mayuki suddenly thought of Kisuke Urahara's abilities.

In fact, besides making the Hogyoku, this man could do many other things.

His talent is enough to make Hogyoku, but it would be a waste to use it only for making Hogyoku; it could be used for other purposes.

Kisuke Urahara felt a chill run down his spine. He sensed an unspeakable desire in the other man's eyes as he looked at him, and a sense of emptiness, as if he had lost something, filled him with a feeling of emptiness.

He doesn't yet realize that he's drifting further and further away from the life of slacking off that he loves most.

"Alright, Little Moon, let's go. Don't forget our important business."

Yoruichi Shihouin patted Mayuki on the shoulder and pulled him away into the distance.

…………

In the kendo dojo, Aozaki Mazuki repeated to Shihouin Yoruichi every single word of the key points that Yamamoto had told him the day before.

Upon hearing Yamamoto's instruction on sword pressure, Yoruichi showed a thoughtful expression.

After a while, she nodded and said, "As expected of Captain-Commander Yamamoto, the way he taught the use of sword pressure is very detailed, and there are even some details that I myself have overlooked."

"This move is indeed very important for Shinigami who have not yet awakened their Zanpakuto, whose Zanpakuto is a direct attack type, and who lack offensive capabilities."

"Before I developed Shunko, this was the most frequently used fighting move."

"What kind of ability is Instantaneous Coaxing?" Zhenyue feigned ignorance.

Yoru paused, hesitating whether to tell the truth. Looking at Maki's sincere expression, he weighed his options for a moment and finally said:

"This is a fighting technique I created. Because my Zanpakuto is not suitable for combat, I combined Hakuda and Kido to develop this secret technique."

"To master this combat technique, you must be proficient in Ghost Path and White Fight. I will teach you when I have the chance."

"You're not qualified yet. Don't be too ambitious. Practice your sword press first. The Captain's fists are not easy to take."

Zhenyue nodded without saying anything more.

"Not good enough"... Hearing these four words, he sighed inwardly, feeling both disappointed and somewhat relieved.

He has only been exposed to these things for a short time. Although he has made good progress in all aspects, he is still far behind the top experts in these fields.

"Am I hurting him too much?"

Yoruichi looked up slightly and could see the disappointed expression on Aozaki Mayuki's face.

As she looked, her gaze gradually lost focus, and then she suddenly seemed slightly lost in thought.

If Zhenyue were to look up, she would find that the girl's attention was entirely on her.

Zhenyue didn't dwell too much on her "low talent" issue, nor did she want to spread her negative emotions to others, so she smiled and said:

"The captain did say that I need more time to mature. I will work hard. Let's continue practicing sword pressure."

"You really scared me to death just now. I thought you would be devastated by just one sentence. If the captain knew that his precious student was ruined by me with just one sentence, he would definitely come after me."

Yoruichi froze for a moment, her almost pity shattering instantly. Her smile turned into a wry smile, and it took her a long time to chuckle before she finally managed to say:

"However, you are still a natural cultivation prodigy. Even without this extraordinary talent, I believe you wouldn't be too bad."

Chapter 23 Fireworks

Zhenyue said quite frankly, "Maybe. In any case, all I know is that this world is dangerous, and I must improve my strength. No matter how good or bad my talent is, it is not a reason for me to give up."

"Well said, I'm really growing to like you more and more." Yoruichi chuckled. "Unlike Kisuke, who has talent but doesn't want to practice."

Aozaki Mayuki was even more candid: "Mr. Urahara is indeed talented, but it's probably not entirely because he's lazy, but rather because he lacks interest."

"He's quite enthusiastic about scientific research. Those kinds of drugs and training equipment can't be made without spending time on them."

Upon hearing this, Yoruichi Shihouin nodded, his eyes growing brighter as he accepted the explanation.

"You're right."

She had spent many years with Kisuke Urahara and knew him quite well; he was indeed a genius with a lot of inventions.

So, Kisuke Urahara's usual laziness is simply because he's not interested; inventing is what he truly enjoys.

Captain Kiryu Hikifune of the 12th Division enjoys scientific research and encourages his members to actively use their talents.

Once I become the captain, I might as well recommend Kisuke to the 12th Division.

Just then, news came from the family that Captain Kiryu Hikifune had developed a new technology that might allow him to be promoted to Squad Zero within a few decades.

With Kisuke's talent, he might still have a chance to reach captain level, learn Bankai, and become the captain of the 12th Division before that.

As she pondered, Yoruichi Shihouin had already planned out Kisuke Urahara's future in her mind.

Suddenly, a sense of pride welled up within her, as if "her own child is finally growing up," and she unconsciously straightened her back.

"I need to become a captain as soon as possible and send Kisuke to the Twelfth Division," Yoruichi Shihouin muttered to herself.

Not far away, Kisuke Urahara's heart skipped a beat. Even though he knew Yoruichi was just acting on a whim, his heart still started racing.

Zhenyue's expression turned serious. After a moment of silence, she slowly said, "It would be better to ask Mr. Urahara's opinion on this. After all, no matter what we say, it's all for Mr. Urahara's sake."

Kisuke Urahara's eyes stung, and he pressed his lips tightly together. He could no longer recall his suspicions about Mazuki from just moments before; a more profound feeling of gratitude welled up within him.

“No need. I’ve known him for many years and I understand him better than you do. He’ll definitely like the Twelfth Division.” A strange light flashed in Yoru's eyes. He was silent for a while before speaking.

“Kisuke has been secretly keeping some of his research at home, and he thinks I don’t know.” After a long silence, Yoruichi smiled and said, “This time it’s definitely not a prank; he’ll be happy.”

Kisuke Urahara remained silent.

Although I like to be lazy, I have to admit that I am really interested in this area.

“You don’t even know how long it will be before you become captain, so let’s focus on the present.” Zhenyue smiled. “Have we gone off track again? Didn’t we agree to help me train in sword pressure? If this continues, I’ll have to ask Urahara-san for help.”

"No, I've never been a teacher before, you're not going anywhere."

Shingetsu got up to leave, but Yoruichi grabbed her arm.

Beneath the hill of Twin Killers at night, two young men, both under two hundred years old, stayed up all night studying the Grim Reaper's fighting techniques.

The next morning, Shinju successfully released the sword pressure.

He covered the sleeping Yoruichi with a blanket, found a secluded spot, drew his Wanshang Senra sword from his waist, and swung it repeatedly at the surrounding rocks.

Streams of blue spiritual pressure, like sword energy from a martial arts novel, shot out from the blade, slicing through the surrounding rocks.

After examining the gap in the rock, Mayuki nodded in satisfaction.

Yoruichi Shihouin was indeed a good teacher. In one night of teaching, she not only answered all his questions and demonstrated the use of sword pressure, but also helped him guide his spiritual pressure and personally experience the way spiritual power flows when using sword pressure.

"Tsk..." Looking at the crazy girl who had been sleeping soundly all night, Zhenyue helped her tidy up her clothes and murmured almost imperceptibly, "What a pity, she's so pretty."

Although she spoke softly, Yoruichi Shihouin heard her clearly, but she wasn't angry; instead, she laughed.

Her smile held a playful allure, her expression resembling that of aristocratic young ladies experiencing their first stirrings of love.

Yoruichi, who is used to teasing others for amusement, is indeed not angry. When she joined the Second Division in her early twenties, she teased many female members, and countless members were infatuated with her.

However, as I've grown older and more matured, I've become much more restrained.

However, she's always the one teasing others; no one dares to tease her.

Aside from Kisuke Urahara, the men only saw her as the eldest daughter of the Shihōin family, while the women probably didn't even consider her a woman.

Time flies, and she's almost lost sight of who she is anymore. Listening to Zhenyue's words is really refreshing.

I vaguely recall how I used to dress up back then... It's true, apart from my parents, it's been so long since anyone has complimented me on my looks. I suddenly wonder if I've really become a weirdo.

Shinju shrugged and said, "What kind of wonderful dream is this? You're laughing so happily. I wish you could stay this happy forever."

He spoke with genuine emotion, his tone carrying an indescribable sense of envy, though it was unclear what he envied.

Yoruichi Shihouin's smile deepened as she carefully opened her eyes a crack and looked at Shinjuku with amusement for a while.