Bleach: The Self-Disciplined Captain of Seireitei

If Tsunayashiro Sufu dared to hurt his beloved captain, Yamada Seinosuke would definitely...

He gritted his teeth secretly, but couldn't think of any way in which he could threaten Sufeng.

The gap in strength between the two sides is too great, they are not at the same level at all.

As for status and position, the difference is even more outrageous...

The Fourth Squad’s barracks are extremely large and, in addition to a comprehensive first aid station, also have gardens, a pharmacy, a morgue and other buildings.

Considering that Unohana Retsu himself loves kendo very much, a corresponding dojo was set up in the team barracks.

After passing through several corridors, the two of them arrived near the dojo.

"Captain Sufeng, please wait here for a moment."

Unohana Retsu pushed open the isolation door next to him and walked straight in.

When she walked out, Su Feng's eyes lit up.

The captain's haori and death suit that symbolize his status have been taken off, replaced by a pure white kendo uniform.

The red belt cinches the waist and the black hair hangs down in front of the body. Although it lacks some gentleness, it adds a lot of capableness.

Completely different from the past.

Just as gentian turns into sawgrass, the healing plant of disease has transformed into the symbol of battle, yarrow.

"Please come in, Captain Sufeng."

The gentle smile remained the same, but with a little more expectation and repression.

Unohana Retsu opened the door of the dojo and motioned for Sufeng to enter.

Inside the dojo, the spacious and open floor is empty except for a few flower arrangements placed in the corners. The air is filled with a light and refreshing fragrance, giving people a relaxed and happy feeling.

All I can say is that this is worthy of being the 4th Division's territory, there are things everywhere that can help you adjust your mindset.

In Unohana Retsu's opinion, for patients, a good mentality is conducive to recovery from injuries.

This is the experience she has accumulated over the years.

Since it was just an exchange of kendo, the two did not choose to use Zanpakuto, but instead borrowed the bamboo swords used for practice in the dojo.

The two men stood in the midfield holding swords, and the unique aura of kendo masters was brewing between them.

When Yamada Seinosuke and several idle officials arrived near the dojo, the two still maintained their original postures without any change.

The only difference is that the gazes of both sides became more fierce.

Only by experiencing it yourself can you feel the oppression of the first generation Kenpachi.

This is Sufeng’s first feeling.

Just looking into the other person's eyes was like being in the freezing cold wind of the coldest days of winter. The biting chill made people instinctively tighten the bamboo sword in their hands.

Fortunately, Sufeng is not just a show-off. Having reached the tenth level in the field of kendo, he has already understood what momentum is in battle.

Although his gaze was not as pure as Unohana Retsu's, it also touched her in a different way.

Looking at the existence in front of him that was as gentle as jade, Unohana Retsu couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

It's been too long since I've seen such a look.

Unlike Kenpachi Zaraki's beast-like and bloodthirsty gaze, Sufeng's eyes were as sharp as a blade and as firm as a rock.

The momentum of the two was entangled and constantly rising.

until...

The corners of Unohana Retsu's mouth slowly rose, and his aura once again underwent a drastic change.

Even in Sufeng's sight, the pure white figure in front of him was constantly entangled with a bloody aura, and the pungent and strong smell of blood filled the dojo.

It was as if... the first generation Kenpachi walked out slowly from the blood pond hell, with his arms open, inviting himself to join in.

The nearly solidified sticky blood continued to flow out until it enveloped the entire dojo.

Unohana was moved.

The bamboo sword was raised and chopped down forward with great swiftness.

Kendo·Tianxindu celebrity!

As a member of the Yachiryu school that claims to have mastered all the schools in the world, Unohana Retsu started with a very advanced kendo school.

The bamboo sword in his hand seemed like the boundless sky, and the majestic momentum pressed towards Sufeng.

The illusion in Sufeng's sight was instantly broken, and the extreme danger made him instinctively swing his bamboo sword.

Snapped!

The crisp sound of the bamboo swords clashing against each other echoed in the dojo.

Faced with the first attempt, Sufeng took it smoothly, and his right arm holding the bamboo sword subconsciously stretched forward, trying to suppress it with force.

Seeing this, Unohana Retsu's face once again showed a gentle and joyful smile, as if he was a child who had obtained something he had always desired.

"Sure enough, I was not wrong about you, Captain Sufeng."

"Just his proficiency in the Mujushin Sword Style has surpassed Kyōraku and the others."

This "they" refers to multiple people, but at the very least, they are captain-level Death Gods.

Those who have not reached the captain level, no matter how powerful the swordsmanship is, will not be able to communicate with the existence of Unohana Retsu's level.

The force of the collision between the bamboo swords alone is enough to crack the jaws of an ordinary Grim Reaper and make it impossible for him to stand steadily.

"Captain Unohana, thank you for your praise."

Facing Unohana Retsu, Sufeng was humble for the first time in a long time.

The brief conversation did not stop the fight. Instead, it was like the last calm before the storm, instantly bringing this so-called kendo exchange to its climax.

Unohana Retsu launched another attack at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye. The bamboo sword in his hand seemed to have life, slashing and chopping at all kinds of strange angles, hitting the places where Sufeng's defense was off.

Sufeng was not willing to be outdone. He gripped the bamboo sword tightly with both hands and practiced the kendo style in his mind to the fullest.

As he had said before, instinct belongs to beasts, and only reason can control oneself.

Countless kendo schools were constantly integrated through the collision of bamboo swords, and completely became Sufeng's personal exclusive style.

Unohana Retsu's attack was like a heavy hammer, and each strike expelled some of the impurities from the iron block.

Going against the wind like a small boat, we keep moving forward in the storm until we reach the top!

Chapter 50: Satisfied, Unohana Retsu's Joy

The sound of bamboo swords hitting each other echoed continuously in the dojo like a rainstorm.

Yamada Seinosuke and others stared at the scene inside in amazement. They subconsciously put themselves into the scene and felt their scalps tingling and trembling.

At the beginning, the sword-fighting exchange between Sufeng and Unohana Retsu was still within their acceptable range.

The extremely fast slash was only slightly blurry.

But as time passed, their speed and strength became more and more outrageous, and the intricate trajectories of the bamboo swords were connected into lines, outlining hazy light and shadows.

Even the "pa pa" sounds of the bamboo swords hitting each other were connected into one, describing the sound wave impact visible to the naked eye, enveloping the dojo.

As his body moved, a strong wind blew, destroying the wooden floor in the dojo.

In just a short moment, the aftermath of the bamboo sword's swing left the dojo in ruins, with hideous knife marks scattered across the floor.

"Huh... Isn't this a bit too exaggerated..."

"I know there's a big gap between my ability and the captain's, but is this gap a bit too much?"

"Whether it's the captain or Captain Sufeng, their swordsmanship is undoubtedly at the top of Soul Society."

Yamada Seinosuke felt a little sore in his eyes. He stared intently at the figures in the dojo, trying to keep up with the pace of the two people.

But the fierce momentum and the attacks that were so fast that they could not be caught made his eyes more overwhelmed.

Until it is filled with blood and becomes dry.

He shook his head and stopped trying. The gap in strength was too big, and forcing himself to keep up would only hurt himself.

Yamada Seinosuke still has this self-awareness.

The scene on the field was one of evenly matched strength, with two blurry figures constantly crossing each other's positions, and the crisp sounds of the bamboo swords hitting each other echoed continuously like a symphony.

However, only Sufeng himself knew that he was now completely suppressed by Unohana Rei and had even fallen into the opponent's rhythm.

There is still a considerable gap between the tenth dan and the tenth dan.

Su Feng's tenth level is because his level just meets the standard.

But Unohana Retsu's swordsmanship is at the tenth level because the highest swordsmanship standard in Soul Society is only at the tenth level.

In Sufeng's opinion, the claim that he has mastered all the schools of thought in the world is not an exaggeration at all.

Even slightly restrained.

When one reaches the level of Unohana Retsu, creating dozens or hundreds of schools of thought on one's own will be as easy and smooth as drinking water.

From the beginning of the battle until now, there has been absolutely no repetition in the sword techniques she has used.

Moreover, each move was smooth and harmonious, completely natural and perfect, just like the sky, without any flaws.

As the battle progressed, Sufeng's nerves became more and more tense. He was fully focused, and his eyes seemed to be filled with the breath of wind.

He tried to break Unohana Retsu's rhythm and thus control the direction of the battle.

But even if he used his own kendo style, his opponent remained unmoved, and even responded with moves from multiple different styles in an instant.

The angle and even the force of the strike were unheard of.

If nothing unexpected happens, this should be a style created by Unohana Retsu.

As to whether it was what he thought about in his daily life or a move he created during the battle, it is unknown.

As time passed, Unohana Retsu seemed to have noticed Sufeng's predicament, and deliberately slowed down the bamboo sword in his hand.

Sufeng only felt the pressure relieved, and the arm that swung the knife couldn't help but become lighter.

The rhythm returns to the two of them again.

The bamboo sword uses light and slow strokes, heavy and fast strokes, to draw a beautiful picture.

Sufeng was like a sponge, trying his best to absorb Unohana Retsu's sword knowledge, and then forging it into his own in battle.

With Unohana Retsu's deliberate efforts, his swordsmanship level continued to improve at a rapid pace.

Kendo is one of the four basic fighting techniques of the God of Death.

Even if it is just a small improvement, it is enough to be reflected in one's own strength.

At a time when improving strength is becoming increasingly difficult, even a tiny change is enough to make Sufeng happy and surprised.

After realizing this, his eyes were filled with fiery intent as he looked at Unohana Retsu.

There is no passion mixed with personal emotions, only the absolute purity of kendo.

The two of them stared at each other in mid-air, and there seemed to be a burning smell in the air.

Unohana Retsu was pleasantly surprised to find that Captain Sufeng seemed to be constantly moving closer to him and gradually becoming similar in character to him.

Is there a mutual respect between the sword masters?

Or is it the desire for fighting?

Or...

Unohana Retsu doesn't mind Soul Society adding another strong man.

in contrast.

She desperately longed for the emergence of a strong man so that she could enjoy the pleasure of fighting to her heart's content.

no doubt.

The appearance of Sufeng filled the emptiness deep in Unohana Retsu's heart.

She seemed to have seen a piece of top-quality uncut jade, which would become a rare treasure with just a little carving.

The corners of his mouth rose more and more, and the uncontrollable joy was integrated into his swinging.