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“Let that boy stay; I wish to personally teach him.”

Yang Bo immediately turned to look at Yamamoto, his eyes filled with shock:

"Are you serious?"

He knew Yamamoto was referring to Tanjiro.

"His flames are very special. Ryujin Jakka is a flame of destruction, but his is a flame of the rising sun, which combines purification and vitality. I have never seen such a unique spiritual flame in the past thousand years."

"Among the flame-type Shinigami of Soul Society, all pursue destruction and slaughter, but he alone possesses a gentle yet incredibly resilient flame, and a pure heart, making him an excellent candidate for training."

"If you stay by my side, within a few years I can teach you all of the Demonic Arts, Slashing Techniques, and Instant Step. What do you think?"

Yamamoto stopped watching the battle in the sky, because he had already seen the outcome of the battle.

Neither Aizen nor Kisuke Urahara will win; neither side can capture the other.

He looked down at Yang Bo beside him.

The two stared at each other for a moment, then Yang Bo took a deep breath and waved to Tanjiro:

"Tanjiro, come here."

"grown ups."

"From today onwards, this Mr. Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni will be your new teacher. Learn Kido, Slash Techniques, and Shunpo from him."

Tanjiro looked incredulous and pointed at himself:

"I?"

You two were just stabbing each other in the back, and now you want to become each other's apprentices?!

Snapped--

He slapped Tanjiro on the back of the head: "Hurry up and become his apprentice. Even if you learn half of his skills, let alone surpass Yamamoto, someone like Muzan Kibutsugu wouldn't even have the thought of running away in front of you."

Yamamoto was not only strong, but also incredibly skilled at teaching disciples. Several captains and adjutants in the Gotei 13 were his students.

Tanjiro clutched the back of his head, his mind a jumbled mess, his gaze darting back and forth between Yang Bo and Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni.

"I originally wanted you to study under Urahara, but it's rare that Lord Yamamoto thinks highly of you, so hurry up!"

Yamamoto spoke at the opportune moment, his voice calm and deep:

"Young man, there's no need to jump to conclusions immediately."

"Today, you will come with me back to the First Division to experience the systematic training of the Demon Path and the Art of Slaying."

If you still do not wish to stay by then, I will not force you to remain; you may leave at your own discretion.

Since Yang Bo and Yamamoto both said so, Tanjiro nodded and bowed to Yamamoto, saying:

"Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Yamamoto. I am willing to follow you in my training."

As the saying goes, "He who eats another's food is bound to him, and he who takes another's money is bound to him," Yang Bo said, patting Tanjiro's head.

"Captain-Commander Yamamoto, don't worry. I may not be a good person, but I'm not a bad person either."

He took out the biological display bottle containing Kyoraku Shunsui and Komamura Sajin from his backpack, pointed it at the ground, and released the person directly.

"Captain-Commander Yamamoto, this is Tanjiro's apprenticeship gift."

Yamamoto: "..."

You're using my person as a gift to become an apprentice? Is that polite of you?

Chapter 247 Making a fortune

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"Kisuke Urahara, I never imagined you could grow to this level."

Aizen held the Mirror Flower, Water Moon in his hand, a cold and indifferent smile playing on his lips, as if he didn't care at all about the somewhat disadvantageous situation he was in now.

But in reality, after Rukia was brought back to Seireitei, he discovered that the Hogyoku that should have been in her body had disappeared, and he felt a loss of control.

Someone like him who enjoys planning things out hates losing control the most.

Urahara Kisuke, slightly out of breath, stared at Aizen:

"I underestimated your strength here, but... you won't be so lucky next time we meet."

Aizen narrowed his eyes slightly.

'Kisuke Urahara, was all of this part of your plan?'

"Farewell, everyone. When we meet again, I will be standing in the sky."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark and twisted rift suddenly tore open in the sky.

The void within the Black Cavity surged ceaselessly, and several colossal Gillian Hollows, their bodies as large as mountains and their heads stacked upon each other, emerged from the depths of the rift, their pale, hollow masks overlooking the battlefield-like landscape.

A square beam of pure white light fell vertically from the mouth of the Hollow, precisely enveloping Aizen's body.

Upon seeing this, all the Grim Reapers looked in horror at the crack in the sky.

“Empty…”

At that moment, everyone understood that Aizen had betrayed the Seireitei.

This beam of light is a spatial rescue skill exclusive to Gillian-class Hollows; the inside and outside of the beam are completely isolated independent dimensions.

No external slashes, demonic arts, or spiritual pressure can harm the person inside.

"Want to go?"

Yang Bo raised his hand, and a black hole appeared at Aizen's location.

However, due to the spatial constraints, the black hole, despite having swallowed Aizen, did not cause him any harm.

"Tsk, it seems that without spatial abilities, Aizen can't be harmed at all."

Aizen, as if ascending to heaven, turned his gaze to Yang Bo, who returned a polite smile.

"I'll come find you in Hueco Mundo in a few days, but the shopkeeper must research a device to counteract the anti-reflection membrane, otherwise, Aizen won't be able to stay next time either."

Kylian's massive body slowly retracted into the black cavity, and the beam of light carrying blue dye surged into the void rift.

The dark crack quickly closed, and the light of day returned to normal, leaving only a group of death gods standing on the hill, gazing at the empty sky, filled with resentment and helplessness.

Yang Bo glanced at Yamamoto beside him:

"Lord Yamamoto, I'll leave Tanjiro in your care. I have some matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now."

"Tanjiro, if you just train obediently, you can go back whenever you want. No one should be able to stop you."

With the 3-second invincibility of the resurrection coin, Tanjiro can summon the white mist from anywhere to return to the main world.

"Yes, sir, I will definitely study hard."

Yang Bo took out a golden trumpet from his backpack and blew it gently. Urahara Kisuke, who was originally in the sky, instantly appeared in front of him.

"Give me the gem."

Kisuke Urahara inserted Benihime back into his cane, a fawning expression on his face: "Then..."

Seeing this expression, Yang Bo instantly understood what Urahara Kisuke was about to say, and immediately refused with righteous indignation:

"No, you can't understand the Mind Stone. If you want to study it, I'll take you to the world where the stone was born sometime, and then you can study it."

Open Kisuke Urahara's accessory slot and remove the Heart Gem.

I glanced at the backpack, which was stuffed full of all sorts of random items and props.

"You're really cautious. Alright, forget about the gems. I'll give you a big backpack when you come to my place tomorrow."

"Gojo Satoru, we're leaving now. You should go back and get some rest too."

Gojo Satoru threw his adjutant at Yang Bo's feet, his six blue eyes fixed on Yamamoto beside him.

'Too powerful, unimaginably powerful.'

The Jujutsu Kaijutsu system has a strong mechanic, but the numerical values ​​are just so-so.

Unlike Bleach, which not only has various mechanics but also many abnormal numerical values.

While Yamamoto's full-force attack wouldn't destroy a planet, it would certainly be enough to destroy a continent.

The idea that the sky would burn and the sea would boil is not an exaggeration.

"Stop looking. You can't beat him. Before your domain can even expand, he'll have already chopped you into mincemeat."

The unstoppable, limitless power of the Remnant Flame Katana's Bankai is unstoppable.

Upon hearing this, Yamamoto turned his gaze to Gojo Satoru:

"Your abilities are quite unique, with a touch of the unreal. Would you be interested in becoming a Grim Reaper? I guarantee I can make you even stronger."

No, all I did was capture some Grim Reapers! Why are you trying to poach my employees like this?

Gojo Satoru chuckled softly:

"Sir, I'm very happy now. I'll think about becoming the Grim Reaper after I die."

"Alright, after you die, I will personally guide you."

For Yamamoto, who had lived for thousands of years, the lifespan of ordinary people, a few decades, was truly short.

Yang Bo almost burst out laughing. He reached out and grabbed Gojo Satoru's arm, pulling him into the mist and leaving Soul Society directly.

"You have such a twisted sense of humor, you even fool old men."

"No, I have actually considered becoming the Grim Reaper after I die."

Gojo Satoru extended his hand to Yang Bo:

"Give me some glass bottles that can hold people, and I'll go back and catch some sorcerers and cursed spirits for you."

'It's time to settle scores with the world of sorcery.'

Seeing Gojo Satoru's initiative, Yang Bo was overjoyed and immediately took out a dyed storage bag and handed it to Gojo Satoru:

“There are 51 here… never mind, I’ll round it up to 64. Help me catch a few more. Don’t worry, I’ll give you 10% after they produce the supplies.”

"Okay, then I'll go back and rest for a bit."