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This place is so dirty!

The two stopped at the end and looked at the figure sitting there so casually.

The other person sat up, and a broad, menacing head emerged from the shadows.

His expression was full of impatience, and also carried a very obvious sense of disdain.

"You... the vice-captain of the Fifth Division? Aizen Sousuke? And an insei? What... do you want with us?"

Oni Yanjo Kenpachi.

There are still nearly a hundred years before the story officially begins.

At this time, the contemporary 'Kenpachi' was not yet that one-eyed monster...

The other person suddenly stood up. His shihaka uniform was quite casual, with the front of his shirt half-open, revealing a rather gruesome patch of chest hair...

The straw sandals on his feet were stretched open by the ground, and his hands hung down, falling down from the sides of his broad body, giving him a rounded appearance.

Holy crap...

How come this guy is as strong as a bear?

Moreover, he was completely dark-skinned, and his most striking features were his dark complexion and weight. Incidentally, I don't know if it's just my imagination...

When he stood up, the indescribable smell became even stronger.

This caused both Aizen Sousuke and Matsushita Yusuke to take two steps back simultaneously.

wow wow wow...

How could anyone possibly withstand such a master?!

Matsushita Yusuke couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

This guy never actually appeared in the original work. Even when he was mentioned occasionally, he was just a background character in Kenpachi Zaraki's backstory.

In reality, there wasn't much room for further investigation.

After all, this guy's strength is directly inferior to that of Zaraki who hasn't been released, hasn't received special training, and hasn't been strengthened... What can I say if you're this bad? You're unworthy of the name Kenpachi!

No wonder Retsu Unohana never mentioned this guy; perhaps the old lady never truly believed he was her successor.

Closer to home.

Looking at this broad-shouldered, large, fat man, Aizen Sousuke pondered for a moment before speaking.

"I've come for something I explained before... Captain Onigenjo, do you remember this matter?"

"...?"

This situation of staring at each other is quite amusing.

Finally, it was someone next to Oni Kenpachi who leaned over and whispered something to him before he finally understood.

"Oh... student representatives are here for the exchange battle, right? I remember now... uh, yeah, there really was such a thing."

Student representatives, an exchange battle?

Matsushita Yusuke glanced at his side with some confusion, while Aizen Sousuke gestured "calm down" without turning his head.

Ultimately, Aizen was in charge of arranging things, so Matsushita Yusuke himself didn't have much say in the matter.

Forget it...

Now it's your turn to improvise, Lao Lan!

"Because our Eleventh Division has had difficulty recruiting in recent years, we also want to develop some cooperation with the Spirit Arts Academy. Hmm... it's always a good thing that someone is willing to come and exchange ideas."

Seeing the rough-around-the-edges guy nodding to himself, Matsushita Yusuke couldn't help but fall silent.

Brother, don't you consider whether this is a problem on your own?

Judging from the morale of the team...

Let alone volunteering, even those who were transferred here would probably cry and run back to Rukongai just from smelling this.

Moreover, this squad currently has no female members... Considering the average quality of its members, there will probably be quite a few of those messy harassments.

Damn it, what have you done to this team?

061: Another mission

He secretly complained to himself, but Matsushita Yusuke's expression remained unchanged. At this moment, he also took the opportunity to straighten his back and puff out his chest.

The reason is simple...

Aizen even made up an identity for him, so he had to put on a good show.

They're student representatives, after all!

As for the specific plan... Yusuke Matsushita probably understands it now.

"They want to advertise at the Spiritual Arts Academy, and I'm here on their behalf... After a friendly exchange, I'll have a good story to tell them back home."

To say it's impersonation is really an exaggeration.

After all, Aizen Sousuke is indeed a teacher at the Spirit Arts Academy, and Matsushita Yusuke's current skills are comparable to those of a professional, so beating up some young kids who haven't even graduated yet is a piece of cake.

"Captain Guiyancheng, which team member do you intend to send out to compete against the student representative?"

Aizen Sousuke urged him in a low voice.

The latter looked thoughtful, turned his head and looked at the people around him, finally locking onto the person closest to him.

"Sanchao, you go first."

The man stood up abruptly and nodded very respectfully.

"Leave it to me, boss!"

—Why is your spoken language so mixed up...?

Yusuke Matsushita watched as the other person slowly walked forward from the crowd.

Since they are opponents, we need to take a good look at them.

Yusuke Matsushita took a deep breath, jumped up on the spot, relaxed his body, and then focused his gaze.

The opponent's first impression was that he was very thin, yet quite tall.

Standing nearly 1.9 meters tall, he was ridiculously thin, like a bamboo pole. After observing him for a while, Matsushita Yusuke averted his gaze, finally focusing entirely on the other person's face.

His eyes were sunken, and his hair was dry and yellow. His eyes were mostly white with little black, and when he stared at people, there was an indescribable sense of oppression.

"Eleventh Division Commander, promoted after three terms, please take good care of me."

Although his behavior was somewhat polite, he didn't make any moves, just staring straight at Matsushita Yusuke.

This behavior was somewhat abstract, but Yusuke Matsushita's expression turned serious.

Because he sensed that this guy was not simple.

Murderous intent? A desire to attack? Or perhaps another, more mysterious intuition?

Perhaps both are true...

But no matter how it's described, Yusuke Matsushita can ultimately categorize it as 'dangerous'.

He sensed a faint sense of crisis emanating from this person.

'Has he ever been treated like a monster?'

In Matsushita Yusuke's view, even if this kind of person doesn't have many lives on their hands, they are probably the type who are quite good at fighting.

Only those accustomed to confrontation will strive for a 'favorable position' in such situations.

Their auras locked onto each other, but Aizen Sousuke, who was watching from the sidelines, spoke first.

"Captain Guiyan City, would it be convenient to change the venue for the next battle? The lighting here is too dim, which is not very convenient."

Aizen Sousuke's expression remained unchanged, but there was a hint of tension in his tone...

Nine times out of ten, it was because the smell was so irritating that he was really getting on his nerves.

"Then let's change it."

Guiyan City was quite casual.

The group of people walked out of the dojo in large numbers.

The Eleventh Division's barracks were surprisingly large. Considering that the division itself was located in a remote and sparsely populated area, its large size was to be expected.

However, Guiyan City is clearly a 'special talent' who doesn't understand planning. Not only has he allowed many areas to become desolate, but weeds have also grown wildly.

It must be more than half a person tall...

During this time, everyone searched around and looked at Gui Yancheng so much that he felt a little embarrassed and took the opportunity to give a few instructions to his subordinates.

'When you have time, go weed and remove weeds. Don't be too lazy...'

Uncle Lao, whose fault do you think it really is?!

They managed to find a relatively flat spot, and the two sides took their positions.

at the same time.

The familiar message finally appeared before Yusuke Matsushita's eyes.

[Victory over three dynasties]

[Synopsis: As a member of the Eleventh Division, Misaka Susumu's strength is almost equivalent to that of a Third-Class Seat Officer. However, he joined relatively late and was unwilling to deliberately curry favor with Oni Ichiro, so his rank is not high... In terms of strength alone, he will be a formidable opponent for you.]

[Rewards: Spiritual Pressure Level +8, Swordsmanship +3, Hiragana +2, Shunpo +1, Physical Zanpakuto +5]

coming……

Taking a quick glance at the contents of the panel, Matsushita Yusuke, while adjusting his posture, naturally assumed a fighting stance.

Just as he had predicted.

Once a suitable opponent is found, the mission will issue a corresponding 'bounty' reward. Moreover, the reward will vary greatly depending on the opponent's strength.

The rewards this time are absolutely generous.

However, risks also exist...

The opponent is no ordinary person; based on the information available, it is very likely that they are still holding back.

In other words, it's very challenging.

Yusuke Matsushita took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes slightly at that moment.

Meanwhile, Misaka Susumu silently drew his long sword into his hand, adjusting his posture as he slowly approached Matsushita Yusuke.

rustling, rustling...

The tabi socks rubbed against the sand, causing the gravel to roll and produce a short, faint friction sound.

Matsushita Yusuke didn't move; the two simply stared at each other in silence, with only the sound of Misaki Susumu moving around constantly in the background.

Gui Yancheng, who had been distracted, seemed to sense something and suddenly turned his head to look at the two opposing sides.

He raised an eyebrow, opened his mouth, and let out a short, startled shout.

"Whoa..."

It seems they saw something very strange.

But before he could speak, Sanchao Jin suddenly stopped what he was doing.

They didn't continue because they had reached the 'critical point'.

The two of them acted almost simultaneously, without tacit agreement!

call……

The two disappeared at the same time, and the wind that rose up howled and spread wildly in all directions!

Bang!!

Immediately following was a deafening echo.

The two figures locked together fiercely in the arena!

Different styles of Zanpakuto clashed horizontally, sparks flying, while both sides wore serious expressions.

This is a comprehensive test of one's qi, swordsmanship, and swift footwork abilities. The fight is conducted through a surprise attack, and if the difference in strength between the two sides is too great, the outcome can be decided almost instantly.