Bleach: The Self-Disciplined Captain of Seireitei

There are not many key points of knowledge, the difficult part is how to master them.

But it depends on the person.

With the eleventh level of sword skills as a foundation, it wouldn't take Sufeng too long to learn the technique of Fu Zhan.

After finishing the story, Yamamoto Genryusai asked Sufeng to try it on his own, while he was responsible for checking for omissions and filling in the gaps.

After a few simple attempts, he was surprised to find that Sufeng had already mastered the sword technique of Fuzhan.

If we have to say there is any difference between what he performed and what he performed, it is nothing more than the difference in proficiency.

Sufeng held the bamboo sword in both hands, concentrated his spiritual pressure on it, and chopped it down with all his might.

In an instant, new scars appeared on the crumbling dojo.

Huge gullies run the length of the floor, from the center to the edges.

It is slightly inferior to Yamamoto Genryusai, but not far behind.

Seeing this, Yamamoto Genryusai nodded with satisfaction, feeling quite relieved. Such talent was no inferior to any of his students.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to comment, a burst of wanton and arrogant laughter suddenly came from the corridor outside the dojo.

The suppressed and violent spiritual pressure also came along and then exploded into the entire dojo.

"Hahaha! Old man, here I come as agreed!"

As the wild laughter subsided, a tall figure stepped straight in.

The man had a ferocious face, with a scar on his left cheek that extended from the top of his head to his chin. The hem of his white captain's haori was jagged, and he had a weird hedgehog hairstyle with small golden bells tied to the ends of his hair. The sound of tinkling bells suddenly rang out in the dojo.

What is most eye-catching is the wild and wild gaze like a beast.

Captain of the 11th Division, Kenpachi Zaraki!

Sorry, I had some things to do at home, so the update is a little late. There are two more chapters tonight, and I am working hard to write them.

Chapter 140 I am the Tool

"Um?!"

Kenpachi Zaraki's gaze fell on the figure holding a sword in front of him. The huge word "nine" on the fluttering captain's haori was particularly eye-catching.

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

The wild laughter intensified, and the serrated Zanpakuto was swung straight forward. Kenpachi Zaraki laughed like a devil, full of cruelty.

"I finally found you, Captain of Squad 9!"

"Let's have a hearty fight!"

hum-

An even more violent spiritual pressure burst out instantly, covering the entire First Division in an instant. The materialized pressure even caused the floor to sink, and gullies to collapse layer by layer. The dojo, which was already overwhelmed, continued to emit creaking and wailing sounds.

"Captain Zaraki, you are overstepping your authority!"

Without waiting for Sufeng to reply, Yamamoto Genryusai took a step forward and endless pressure poured down on him.

"No private fighting between captains!"

The cold eyes were staring at Kenpachi Zaraki, but the temperature in the dojo was constantly rising, and the air was filled with the smell of burning, as if a suppressed active volcano was about to erupt.

"Haha, old man, don't be angry!"

Joyful laughter came from the corridor outside the dojo. A figure smaller than Soi Fong was running back and forth in the corridor, as if chasing something.

Yachiru Kusaka rode his scooter at a very fast speed and finally picked up a round stone with a crystal luster from the floor.

"Hey, I got you!"

She happily put the stone into her arms and slid into the dojo, "Ajian, this is just the first time I've seen..."

"Well, what's your name?"

"Tsunayashiro Sufu."

"Very good, I will call you Dafeng from now on!"

Kusaka Yachiru looked innocent and gave Sufeng a nickname with a smile. Then he looked up at Yamamoto Genryusai beside him and explained:

"Ajian is just too excited."

Yamamoto Genryusai nodded slightly, as if he had infinite tolerance for Kusaka Yachiryu. He immediately believed what he said, and his restless spiritual pressure also calmed down.

On the other hand, Kenpachi Zaraki still looks unrestrained.

However, this is not meant as a provocation, it is simply that he is unable to control his outward spiritual pressure.

Now is not even the time for Kenpachi Zaraki to use his full power. The eyepatch on his right eye is devouring his spiritual pressure all the time.

When he takes off the blindfold, he reveals Kenpachi Zaraki in his prime.

"You must learn to control your murderous aura, Captain Zaraki."

Yamamoto Genryusai warned, "If you act recklessly, you will only become a beast-like creature, acting only on instinct."

"Besides, didn't I ask you to come the day before yesterday?"

"Why did you arrive only now..."

Hearing this, Kenpachi Zaraki snorted in disdain and responded: "Tsk, I just got lost."

Yamamoto Genryusai: "..."

I'm afraid the only one who can say with such confidence that he is lost is Kenpachi Zaraki.

The First Division's barracks are located in the center of Soul Society, but it took him two days to find them. No wonder he still hasn't found the location of the Ninth Division's barracks.

There was silence in the dojo for a long time, with only the sound of Kusaka Hachiryu sliding his skateboard back and forth and inexplicable cheers echoing.

After a moment, Yamamoto Genryusai sighed helplessly: "I called you here mainly to teach you the way of the sword."

"As the captain of the Gotei 13, if you just fight like a reckless beast, it will only make the Gotei 13 lose face."

Sufeng noticed that when Yamamoto Genryusai said this, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his already narrow eyes could not detect the change in his gaze.

To conceal one's true purpose?

"Tsk, useless thing." Zaraki Kenpachi expressed disdain, "As long as the opponent is killed, it doesn't matter if it looks ugly or not."

"absurd!"

Yamamoto Genryusai said sternly, "The sword art is profound and extensive, how can it be compared to the behavior of a beast?"

"Captain Sufeng!"

"Please cooperate with me next!"

Sufeng looked confused and failed to understand the meaning of Yamamoto Genryusai's words.

"We must make sure Captain Zaraki realizes the power of the sword!"

Yamamoto Genryusai picked up the crutch that was placed aside. As the air flowed, the wood on the crutch instantly vaporized and a hot breath instantly spread.

"I will suppress my spiritual pressure to the limit, so you don't need to worry too much."

Sufeng: “???”

What's the meaning? !

So you drew your sword not against Kenpachi Zaraki, but against me, right?

It was not until this time that Sufeng understood the meaning of Yamamoto Genryusai's words.

The two of them fought with kendo and demonstrated it to Kenpachi Zaraki, hoping that he could appreciate the so-called essence of kendo.

In the past, he always treated others as tools.

Now the situation has changed and it is his turn to serve as a tool for Yamamoto Genryusai.

He was also very clear about Yamamoto Genryusai's thoughts.

If Kenpachi Zaraki were to experience the so-called kendo firsthand, he would most likely get carried away and use his spiritual pressure to its full potential.

By then, if Yamamoto Genryusai can't stop, he will have to stay in the Fourth Division for at least ten days or half a month.

To exaggerate a little, it is possible that it was burned to ashes on the spot.

After all, Kenpachi Zaraki's self-sealing has almost reached its limit.

Yamamoto Genryusai is known for his powerful attacks, and he has no healing methods to help Kenpachi Zaraki recover and unseal himself.

What there is is just an extremely terrifying destructive force.

"Drawing a sword towards the captain-general is really exciting."

Sufeng drew out his Zanpakuto with his backhand, his aura became more and more powerful, and the whole person was like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, giving people a burning feeling just by looking at him directly.

Being a tool is secondary. Being able to fight with Yamamoto Genryusai is definitely a rare combat experience.

Even if it's just an exchange of kendo skills, it would be enough.

Staring at the excited Sufeng, Yamamoto Genryusai seemed to realize that he had made a mistake again.

He sighed again, slowly drew out Ryujin Jakka, and then slashed forward with great courage.

Clang——

The sound of metal clashing erupted in the dojo, and high-temperature sparks flew everywhere.

Even though the opponent did not release spiritual pressure and only responded with simple swordsmanship, Sufeng still felt unprecedented pressure.

Different from Unohana Retsu's swordsmanship, it is complex and varied, with endless changes.

Yamamoto Genryusai is better at being straightforward, and his powerful slashes constantly burst out with abundant power, like an endless burning flame.

The sense of oppression keeps rising!

The volcano is constantly brewing and suppressing, with scorching flames rising continuously as the magma surges.

Sufeng could clearly sense that when a volcano erupted, everything would be destroyed.

This is the captain-in-chief of the Gotei 13, the strongest god of death in Soul Society, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni!

There's another chapter, it'll be later.

Chapter 141 The Furious Yuan Liusai

With one slash of the sword, the dojo trembled, as if it was about to collapse, with layers of cracks climbing up from the ground to the walls and ceiling.

Even if it is just pure swordsmanship, it still has an extremely terrifying power.

The excitement on Su Feng's face had faded, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.

Although it was stated in advance that this was just a sword fight, and the spiritual pressure of both parties was controlled at the same level.

But when facing Yamamoto Genryusai, the invisible oppression still makes people feel suffocated.

The atmosphere is filled with a burning breath.

Every time I breathe, I can vaguely feel a burning sensation in my nasal cavity and even my throat.

In this situation, Sufeng had no idea how terrifying Yamamoto Genryusai was when his spiritual pressure was fully unleashed.

Burning Soul Society is no empty talk!

Not far away, Kenpachi Zaraki folded his arms, his left eye fixed on the figures constantly interweaving in the dojo.

From his point of view, this so-called swordsmanship is no different from simple hacking and slashing combat.

It can even be said that the sword fight is not as exciting as fighting based on instinct.

"Tsk, boring..."

This time, the bystanders were clearly not as clear as the authorities.

Su Feng struggled to hold on, even the powerful sword skills as high as the eleventh level could not relieve his pressure.

Kendo: Extreme Sword Style!

The swift sword light flashed across the dojo, the air on both sides of the blade was instantly cut apart, and the sound of cloth breaking echoed in front.

There was a flash of fire in Yamamoto Genryusai's eyes, and his arm sank slightly. The originally rising Flowing Blade Jakka suddenly appeared in front of him. A tremendous force burst out, like a volcano erupting, and the hot breath came rushing in with danger.