Ichigo leaves and takes up residence in Soul Society!

Even though it was no longer of any use, Soi Fon was still proud of her intelligence. When the topic came up, she didn't bother to find out the answer. She immediately clenched her fist and quickly increased her spiritual pressure, causing visible air currents to swirl around her seemingly slender and soft wrist.

Then, accompanied by those words, he suddenly punched Shinomiya-sama in the face.

boom!

The Four Palaces Lord did not dodge, nor did he even blink.

The fist landed firmly on the tip of his nose.

The powerful spiritual pressure created a strong wind that didn't even scratch his skin. It swept past his face like a train, leaving billowing dust behind him. Two stone pillars were snapped in half by the unseen impact and fell to the ground with a deafening roar.

Although they were unharmed, their sheer force was terrifying.

It was enough to scare even a vice-captain-level Grim Reaper to the point of freezing in place, unable to move.

"how?"

Soi Fon lowered her fist. Although she was a little disappointed that she didn't see Shinomiya Takeru's frightened expression, she was more looking forward to seeing what kind of evaluation he would give.

"You should be able to understand my intention in doing this."

"..."

The Four Palaces Master truly understood, and it was precisely because he understood that he was speechless.

"Captain Soi Fon... do you want me to involuntarily recall my life as I'm about to die, and find the answers within it?"

“Is there anything wrong with it? After all, you need to recall, not think. My method can not only meet the needs, but also work for most people. Although it is a bit dangerous, I think it is very worthwhile compared to the benefits of Bankai.”

Soi Fon crossed her arms, tilted her head, and looked displeased.

Clearly, she wasn't joking; she genuinely believed it.

The Four Palaces Lord subconsciously looked back at the path he had come from.

Omaeda has been gone for a long time and can no longer be seen.

But he could still remember the other person's sturdy figure.

This is good.

Because if the other side were to "accidentally" die due to non-combat casualties someday, they wouldn't be forgotten so quickly.

"Four Palaces?"

"Sorry, I was wondering if you had any other ideas. Normally, there should be a backup plan, right?"

"That's a redundant question."

Soi Fon turned and walked to a rock pillar, saying to Shinomiya Mikoto, "It seems your memory is really not very good... Didn't I say last night that I would show you unimaginable power? Although this technique is not yet complete, having you come here to train with me can also refresh your mind, and maybe you'll remember something."

"But neither this milder approach nor the more radical one from before is of any use. What a pity."

As she spoke, Soi Fon's hands were once again enveloped in spiritual pressure, which was more intense and scorching than before, displaying a blazing white glow that was more tangible than air currents—it was clearly high-density Kido spiritual pressure.

She didn't use much force; she simply tapped the surface of the rock pillar gently with the back of her hand, as if knocking on a door.

The rock pillar, over ten meters tall and too large for more than a dozen people to encircle, shattered instantly with a "boom," sending fragments of rock raining down, only to be blown away again by the spiritual pressure emanating from its body.

"how?"

Repeated questions.

But Soi Fon's tone was noticeably higher.

It wasn't smugness, but rather pride.

He offered his explanation before the four palaces could answer.

"My self-created White Fighting Technique, by entangling the spiritual pressure of the demonic path, greatly enhances the destructive power of my limbs, so that even a weak woman like me can easily shatter mountains."

"When combined with excellent Shunpo (Instant Step) and superb hand-to-hand combat skills, the boost to combat power is absolutely no less than that of Zanpakuto release."

"In fact... once completed, it wouldn't be surprising if it rivaled Bankai."

"By the way, at this stage, it's not even a semi-finished product; it's just the surface at best."

"Yes."

The Four Palaces Venerable pondered for a moment.

"Your demonic spiritual pressure conversion rate is too low, and the compression process is not smooth enough. So, when you wrap it up, it will not only be a beat slower, but it will also result in insufficient tightness in wrapping your hands and feet. If you throw a punch like this, the power will definitely be dispersed."

"The best outcome would have been a pinpoint explosion, followed by bombing, and the worst would have been a shock attack. And you're currently at the worst level."

"Your spiritual pressure outlet seems to be narrower than others, which is due to differences in physical condition and there's nothing you can do about it. But if you think about it from another perspective, don't output too much spiritual pressure at once. Instead, output it little by little at an extremely fast speed, making the spiritual pressure as flexible and sharp as a knife..."

"Also, your Kido Spiritual Pressure Conversion Efficiency is too low, which may be related to a lack of mental concentration. I suggest... What's wrong? Why that expression?"

"...?"

Soi Fon opened her mouth, as if to say something but then stopped herself.

Even though it's supposed to be a sparring partner... shouldn't the other person be the one thinking differently?

"...Fifth Division...Is Aizen's Kido course that good? You're a first-timer, yet you have such a thorough understanding of the practical application of Kido spiritual pressure."

"I did benefit greatly from the teacher's Kido lessons, but they have little to do with what you're saying... If I may be so bold as to ask one more question, has Captain Soi Fon not seen the footage of my battles in the video room? I clearly used a move... a final form that combines swordsmanship and Kido... Wasn't Captain Soi Fon asking me to spar with her for that reason?"

Shinomiya-sama looked at Soi Fon with some surprise.

Soi Fon was also taken aback.

"The video hall isn't omnipotent, how could it film so clearly... At most, it can only record some footage when you make a big fuss... I have no recollection of the techniques you mentioned, I only know that you unleashed your Zanpakuto and went around causing destruction."

"When we were surveying the site of your battle with Adjuchas, we found a large area of ​​trenches that looked like they were cut with a knife. But isn't that your Shikai ability?"

"..."

"..."

The two looked at each other, feeling that what the other said was right, but also as if something was wrong.

"Never mind, these things aren't important..."

Soi Fon shook her head vigorously, then stared intently at Shinomiya-no-Taka.

"You just said... the final form that combines swordsmanship and demonic arts, right?"

"Did I say that?"

The four palace officials frowned.

call!

The fist came hurtling towards him like a cannonball.

This time, the Four Palace Masters dodged away with a swift movement.

Seeing his incredibly graceful footwork, Soi Fon stopped in place after missing her target, turned her head to look at the young man on the rock pillar, and frowned.

"Hey, Shinomiya... who taught you Shunpo?"

"I figured it out myself... If you want to learn, I can teach you, just like I did when I was instructing you."

Shinomiya-sama's joking words made Soi Fon laugh.

"Who do you think you're talking to? Fine, I've invited you here to spar. Whether you're just going through the motions or your skills are fully developed, you'll inevitably have to put them into practice. You can use the Bankai you just learned to familiarize yourself with its performance."

"That won't do... that would be too unfair."

Shinomiya-sama shook his head and rejected the proposal.

Soi Fon had intended to arrogantly declare, "You think you can beat me with your Bankai?" But the moment she saw Shinomiya Mikoto place his hand on the hilt of his sword, the hairs on her body stood on end.

Even though we were so far apart, I felt a sense of crisis, like someone had a knife to my throat. This could only mean that... this was something that would definitely happen in the next moment!

"...The final form that combines swordsmanship and demonic arts."

Soi Fon suppressed her distracting thoughts; she no longer believed the other person was joking.

"I'd like to see just how beyond my wildest imagination it is."

A loud, rumbling sound came from the rugged stone forest.

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, it was the third day before the verdict.

On this very day, three uninvited guests arrived at Runlin'an in West Rukongai.

In everyone's eyes.

This is what is known as... "the calamity of travel".

Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Severed Ringed Snake Braid

District 1, Xiliuhun Street, Runlin'an.

"Wow~ It's been over a hundred years since I last came back, and nothing here has changed at all. Everyone is still as warm and hospitable as ever."

"Don't be silly, is this how you show hospitality?"

Yoruichi's golden eyes reflected the desolate street scene.

"Everyone... is hiding because of us?"

Although the streets were deserted and seemed abandoned, Orihime could sense the presence of many people.

"I really want to say no, but as things stand..."

Kisuke Urahara turned his gaze to the Seireitei behind him.

Can't see anything.

Surrounded by high walls, it was an impregnable fortress, completely blocking everything from Seireitei.

"It seems that everyone not only regards us as malicious intruders, but also expected that intruders would come to visit us."

"It must have been those people who were behind it, otherwise they wouldn't usually let the Silent Spirit Wall fall down."

Yoruichi's expression remained unchanged, but her tone became more serious.

"Mr. Urahara, Ms. Yoruichi, how do we get in now?"

"Yeah... Let's get Kisuke to change out of those eyesore clothes first, otherwise even if we manage to infiltrate, we'll be discovered very quickly."

"Any questions?"

Kisuke Urahara turned around in front of the two of them, looking at his clothes blankly.

"Isn't this a normal Shinigami uniform? I wore it because I thought it would help me blend into the Gotei 13."

"Are you planning to infiltrate the First Division to hold a captains' meeting and gather intelligence without restraint?"

Orihime watched as Yoruichi grabbed Urahara Kisuke's white haori with the number "twelve" printed on it and ripped it off, and she shrank back in fright.

"Yes, that's more like it... Let's go."

"Miss Yoruichi? Where are we going?"

"Of course we'll go to Seireitei. There's a gate there, right? We can just go in through the main gate. Don't worry, I know the guards very well."

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Not only was Orihime dumbfounded, but even Kisuke Urahara muttered under his breath, "Now you call this unbridled?"

But Yoruichi had already taken the lead, so what could they do but follow?

Walk to the bottom of the White Gate.

As expected, a giant jumped out.

"Hey, Sidanfang, long time no see, do you still remember me?"

Yoruichi raised her hand to greet the honest and simple-minded gatekeeper who was holding two axes.

"Of course I remember... Yoruichi Shihouin..."

Sidanfang looked at the man who was now only wearing a Shinigami outfit and had lost his captain's haori.

"And you, with your help, fled abroad, the great criminal Kisuke Urahara, how dare you come back and trample on this pure land!"

I sensed undisguised hostility.

Orihime subconsciously looked at Yoruichi.

Didn't you say you had a very good relationship?