You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

Although other CGs have their uses, they are obviously not as precious as this one, and Iori has always been very attentive to this.

In the past few years, he has gradually collected 28 points of painting style value, greatly expanding his own "capacity", and the mutual superposition has increased the upper limit of spiritual pressure to 390.

As expected, he did not encounter any obstacles on the road of cultivation. He grew naturally to his current level - spiritual pressure 375.

This number may not seem large, but based on Iori's usual contact and perception, he estimates that the spiritual pressure of a vice-captain-level Shinigami is only around 500 to 600.

As for the captain-level Shinigami... Iori has basically only come into contact with the like-minded old rogue Shunsui, and the old man Yamamoto who occasionally comes to inspect the school. With Iori's current strength, he has no way of guessing the depth of these two people.

Under normal circumstances, it would take hundreds of years for a Grim Reaper to grow to the level of a vice-captain, even if he had sufficient qualifications.

Iori has only been here for three or four years, and he has entered the Spiritual Arts Academy to formally start training. It has been less than two years, and he has already approached this standard~

Moreover, this is just the beginning for Iori!

The stronger he is, the more important people he will come into contact with, and his efficiency in collecting CG will also increase, and his painting style value will rise. His "qualification" and "capacity" will explode exponentially!

The upgrade speed will eventually surpass geniuses like Aizen and Toshiro, as well as cheaters like Ichigo.

Unfortunately, the triggering of CG is somewhat random, and he has no way of controlling the specific type.

Sometimes one pops up during interaction with other people, and sometimes one appears automatically for no apparent reason without him doing anything.

For example, he kept pestering Yuji, hoping that their interaction would trigger the CG, but in the end he got nothing.

On the contrary, one day when I was opening the store, my mother-in-law, Yuki and I were talking and laughing after work, and a bond CG appeared: [Real Family].

Later, Iori slowly figured out the trick and felt that the key might lie in "famous scenes", "memorable significance", "fashion value" and so on.

Following the rules, he has collected a lot of CGs over the years. Even though the delivery probability is comparable to that of some mobile games, and the precious [Painting Style CGs] are still relatively rare, after adding many attributes and increasing his original spiritual pressure limit, he can now be considered a small achievement.

In the eyes of others, Iori is already a "genius". After all, he has only been enrolled for more than a year, but his spiritual pressure is already comparable to that of the senior members of the Gotei 13. Even if he is placed in the 13th Squad right now, he can still get a chief officer position!

Even though being just a chief officer (top ten in the team) doesn't sound that impressive, in fact, if a Shinigami from Rukongai is promoted to this level, it is definitely considered to be outstanding, and even the aristocracy will look at a chief officer-level Shinigami differently.

Judging from Iori's "starting point", the fact that he can possess the spiritual pressure of a senior officer at this age shows that he has a bright future, and it is not an exaggeration to call him a "genius".

But Iori knew very well what the title of "genius" meant:

It’s useless!

Being promoted to chief official in two years means you are a genius?

Did you know that Gin Ichimaru graduated in the first year and killed three members of the team alone before his hair even fully grew?

Did you know that Aizen has reached the limit of a Death God in over 200 years and can’t go any further?

Did you know that it took the protagonist Ichigo Kurosaki just a few days to learn Bankai?

Did you know that a certain genius boy is known as the "strongest ice type", the youngest captain of Team 13, and his Zanpakutō is set to rival Ryujin Jakka, but in the plot he is used to brush up his battle records every day?

This is just the one in "Bleach". Iori hasn't even brought out the bald devil who trained for three years, the strongest Genin who is invincible with his mouth, and the low-level Saiyan warriors whose combat power soared from 100,000 to over 100 million - these monsters are brought out!

These days, cheating is nothing new, and it is nonsense to analyze the strength based on the settings. After all, some people can be killed by a motorcycle even if they use Zi-O...

Iori realized it a long time ago, that in this anti-routine era, neither bloodline nor fate is reliable, and only "class" will never lose value!

Of course, some people may cite examples such as Gojo Satoru, Chairman Ai, Garp, and Sasuke, who have very cool settings and strong strength, but always perform poorly for unknown reasons.

But don’t you see that characters like Levi, Tsugikoku, and Ashina Isshin, even though they are disabled, old, or dead from illness, and their strength is greatly weakened, they still make people feel invincible?

The reason is nothing else:

The quality is so high that even the original author can’t do anything about it!

As a person blessed with a "painting style", how could Iori be satisfied with just the title of "genius"?

In fact, he won't stop with "Death"!

But if he is really content with being wealthy and having some ability and wants to live a stable life... considering the plot, it would seem too stupid.

Even in the early and middle stages, captain-level strongmen often suffered defeats. In the later stages, an omniscient and omnipotent Yhwach appeared. He killed people as soon as he appeared and was fully capable of destroying the world. He was not the kind that could not be stopped even by the author's plot.

In this dangerous Soul Society, Iori decided on his ambition early on in order to protect himself and his family:

The "painting style" must be placed above the frosty sky!

Appearance, second degree, style... no matter what you call it, the supreme painting style is the fighting power that will never lose its value!

Since the first world I landed in was Death, let’s set a small goal:

The fashion value surpasses "No Moon"!

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Just as Iori was enjoying his bright future as usual, he frowned at the noise coming from not far away.

"It's so noisy." The boy looked over with dissatisfaction.

The faint smile on Youji's face gradually disappeared, and she looked at him coldly with a hint of displeasure in her eyes.

The brother and sister had already reached the entrance of the Shinō Spiritual Academy near the Hakudo Gate (one of the main gates of Seireitei). Normally, this was a place where no disturbance was allowed, but some people still dared to make noise.

Several senior students wearing white-sleeved, baggy pants and kimonos gathered at the door, divided into two groups, four against one.

The unpleasant noises mainly came from those four people. They spoke in an aggressive tone and surrounded a dark-skinned student, seemingly threatening him with something. However, judging from his expression, the other party was not afraid. No matter how the four people forced him, he remained calm.

The brother and sister saw this scene, but did not stop. They walked past leisurely as if they were strolling in the garden, which naturally attracted each other's attention.

"what?"

Someone with a gloomy face noticed something and turned around. After seeing who was coming, his expression suddenly changed. He was a little panicked at first, and then he forced himself to be calm, but there was a hint of fear in the depths of his eyes.

"Tsk...Okay, let's go!"

The other three also noticed this side after hearing it, but their eyes only swept across Iori and finally stopped at Yuki's face. They quickly turned their heads away. The ferocious look they had before disappeared, and they looked a little embarrassed instead.

Do you know him?

——Iori looked at Yuuki.

Yuji shook her head indifferently: I don’t know him.

Maybe they had met before, but Yuki had always treated people who had no talent and were of no use to her as nothing.

The leader glared at Iori before leaving: "Don't forget about tomorrow's matter, sharpen your skills now, Aizen Iori!"

After saying that, he led the three people away, and the students surrounded by them exposed their whole bodies.

It turned out to be a black-skinned young man with his eyes closed, seemingly blind. His race was different from the mainstream in Soul Society, but his facial features were not ugly.

"It's you, Tosen-senpai," Iori said as expected, "Are you in conflict with others again?"

This person is none other than Tosen Kaname, one of the future captains of the Gotei 13, but currently he is just an ordinary Shinigami trainee.

...I don’t know how he was able to enroll in school when he couldn’t see anything.

Although Iori remembered the general plot, he didn't know much about the life experiences of these characters. After all, the original book didn't say much, so he didn't know whether Tosen entered the Spiritual Arts Academy at this point in time, and whether he was a classmate of Aizen in the original book...

But this is a world of two "Aizen", and the details certainly cannot be completely consistent with the original. Why bother about it so much!

"Good afternoon, Iori-san, Yuuki-san."

Although he is blind, Tosen's other senses are very sharp, and Yuuki was noticed even though he didn't say anything.

"Have you just come back from home? You've worked hard. Thank you for what you did just now, otherwise it would probably take a long time."

Tosen bowed to the two of them. As a senior student, he didn't need to be so polite to Iori, but he still acted humble and used honorifics.

"You are blocked here because you are too honest. You should teach people like that a lesson. After a few beatings, they will learn their lesson."

Iori said mischievously, "You know, outside the Spiritual Arts Academy, these nobles cannot be touched. Only here can we openly 'compete' with them. This opportunity cannot be missed."

"Heh, Iori-san, you're joking... violence can't solve problems, it only breeds conflict and hatred." Tosen Kaname smiled calmly, "A friend of mine once said that the most important thing is that people can understand each other."

"Tousen-san's friend must be a very gentle person. It's really something to admire. I hope I can become as gentle as him in the future."

Yuji spoke softly with a smile, but there was a hint of sarcasm in her eyes. It seemed that her inner thoughts were completely opposite to what she said.

Iori was much more direct: "I agree, but there are many ways to understand each other. Communicating with fists is much more efficient than using language!"

Have a conflict? Beat the other party until he is convinced, right?

Do you know how Confucius convinced people with "reason"?

Tosen shook his head and smiled. Although he didn't quite agree with Iori's words, he didn't refute it.

Although he is a blind man, his academic performance is among the best among his peers. He is also upright, helpful, and often defends juniors and classmates who are bullied, so he offends many people.

The Aizen siblings are the few "good people" he knows who have power but do not bully the weak, so Tosen has a good impression of them.

"By the way, that person just now told you to prepare for tomorrow."

Dong Xian asked worriedly, "What's the matter? Can I help?"

"No, you can't help with this, and it's not a big deal. I just need to be careful with my strength."

Iori noticed Yuuki's inquiring gaze and immediately showed a half-smile.

"After all, it's pretty hard to pretend to be so strenuous just to run over an ant."

Volume 4: The White Moonlight of the Seireitei: Chapter : I'm Afraid I'll Accidentally Kill You

Soul Society, Shinō Spiritual Academy, the 13th Dojo.

boom!

boom!

boom!

The sound of wooden swords colliding with each other was sometimes sparse and sometimes fierce, the spiritual pressure fluctuations collided secretly, and they wrestled with each other like wild beasts. After a collision with all their strength, the field fell into deathly silence for a while.

In the vast and flat dojo, students wearing white dojo uniforms and black baggy pants sat in a circle, watching the changes in the arena intently. Everyone had a serious expression on their face, and some were even sweating.

The two swordsmen who attracted everyone's attention were one tall and one short, not wearing any protective gear and each holding a wooden sword.

The tall man looked to be in his early twenties, with masculine and regular facial features that revealed a firm look. His neat short hair stood up like iron wires. He had big hands and feet, long arms and legs, strong muscles, and a well-proportioned waist and back. His sturdy appearance concealed a strong explosive power. If he were born in the modern world, he would be a natural to be a military commander.

In comparison, the other man was much thinner and looked like a boy of only thirteen or fourteen years old. Although one could see the well-trained muscles on his arms, his height and weight were not in the same league at all.

The only advantage may be in appearance——

The boy has a very handsome appearance, with a pair of deep black pupils under his slightly messy hair. His handsome features are still immature, but he has a calmness that is inconsistent with his appearance.

It was the scorching heat of May, shining brightly, reflecting the focused expression of the young man and the thin layer of sweat on his skin, which attracted the attention of the female students.

If I were standing on the other side, I might be too fascinated by what I saw and get hit by Iori-kun in an instant - ridiculous thoughts like these popped up one after another.

At first glance, the two people in the field are standing still like statues, but if you look closely, you can see that the wooden swords are shaking slightly with the trembling of their wrists. This is not due to lack of physical strength, but like a poisonous snake looking for the flaws of its prey.

The two of them took or waded in very small steps, adjusting their relative position and angle bit by bit, constantly correcting their own according to the other's actions, and never allowing their feet to leave the ground for too long.

——Strictly speaking, this was not a fair fight, because one of them had studied kendo for four years and was a leader among his peers and was ready to graduate early.

The other one is a freshman who has just been enrolled for over a year. Not only does he lack experience, but he also has a huge gap in height and arm span.

Only those who have experienced actual combat will understand the meaning of "millimeter", not to mention that the gap between the two has become obvious.

However, no student stood up to stop this unfair competition.

There are two reasons. One is that the challenger is betting on his dignity as a senior. The other is that everyone believes deep down that this is a sword fight between two evenly matched people!

Just like Miyamoto Musashi used despicable means to defeat Sasaki Kojiro, but was still praised by people, because facing such a dazzling opponent, the challenger must use all his wisdom and courage and bring into play all his advantages in order to win!

Finally, the tall challenger couldn't hold back any longer:

When his "good friends" came to ask him for help, they just said that Iori was a playboy who relied on his swordsmanship to cause trouble everywhere, and asked him to suppress this guy.

But after a few rounds of fighting, he was sure:

Those bastards are talking bullshit!

If what they said was true, then Iori must be an impetuous brat and it is impossible for him to have such cold and calm swordsmanship!

However, now is not the time to pursue those things. The most important thing is to end this battle quickly.

It was clearly a standoff between the two sides, but he felt that his movements were gradually following the other party, and he was being induced by it. Maybe it was just an illusion, but it made him upset.

Years of experience in kendo told him that there was only one way to break the deadlock at this moment.

"drink!!!"

A loud shout came from his lips like a burst of winter thunder, which made people's eardrums hurt. The students around him tensed up and their hearts contracted, as if they encountered a hungry beast in the wild.

This was not just a simple shout, it also utilized the technique of using spiritual pressure to shock the mind. If someone else were in his shoes, they would definitely not be able to endure it and would either panic in their hearts or rush to take action!

But the boy disappointed his opponent. Even facing this powerful roar, the rhythm of his steps was not disrupted. It was like an endless ocean. No matter how he vented his anger on it, he could not get a response.