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

"drink!!!"

Finally, accompanied by another loud shout, the tall student stopped testing and instead focused his energy, spirit and soul, and attacked at the moment when his "sword force" reached its peak.

Holding the robe, he was cut off!

He did not choose the frontal "Tang Bamboo" from top to bottom, but the slashing from right to left. This was not out of strategic considerations, but because the opponent had no flaws, so he chose the "Shape" that he was best at!

The powerful blow made people seem to see a real sword in a trance. The coordination of force and shape was perfect, as if blood would splatter on the spot in the next moment!

At this moment, it was as if a frame of the film was cut out. The young man, who was the latecomer, took a step forward without any warning. He was short in stature and slightly turned sideways, crouching down with a sharp and powerful wooden sword that brushed against his hair and sleeves and chopped down. He held the wooden sword with both hands at waist height, and like a praying mantis catching a small insect, he calmly released a lightning strike -

Snapped!

Crouching against the wind!

From bottom to top, he cut open the skin and flesh under the ribs, and hot internal organs and blood gushed out.

No, it's just a vision!

The students watching the fight gasped. Surrounded by the solemn and stern atmosphere, they almost thought that a horrific scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere was really happening before their eyes.

"Well!"

Even though it was not a real sword, the direct hit of the wooden sword caused the tall man severe pain. The cracking sound meant that his ribs were broken, but he did not give up. Instead, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to suppress the pain.

After several fine adjustments with his hands, the wooden sword swung like a nimble falcon. Then everyone heard three crisp sounds of "bang, bang, bang". It turned out that the young swordsman was pursuing the victory, but was blocked by the tall man with a small-range flick of the knife.

If you just look at his appearance, it would be hard to imagine that a tall and mighty man could have such delicate swordsmanship.

However, those who are familiar with him know that although he is good at aggressive fighting tactics, he also has excellent small sword techniques, and is a very talented person.

Of course, this only temporarily slowed down his decline and could not completely curb the attack of the young swordsman, Aizen Iori.

There is no way back!

Shooter Tetsuzaemon, who came from a prominent family, knew that if he could not fight back, he would have no hope of winning.

"Drink!"

With skillful steps and the power of the waist, he turned with accumulated momentum, and between the toes and heels, he instinctively switched to the sword style of counterattack.

The body is twisted but the momentum is even more fierce!

That loud shout combined the will to fight, pain, and awareness into one, and even indirectly boosted the spiritual pressure to make it more active.

The muscles all over his body were stimulated and stretched to the extreme, with veins bulging under his skin. He seemed to have turned into a longbow that opened like a full moon, releasing all his strength in an instant.

Poof! 1

Iori casually thrust his wooden sword forward, and just before the shooting range's slash fell, he accurately hit the opponent's exposed armpit.

"You are full of flaws, senior."

He even gave a gentle reminder.

Ka~six

As expected, with a dull thud, the shooter's arm was dislocated, like a broken bowstring, and the accumulated power became a sharp blade that hurt himself.

It even broke his sword power that was a combination of his spirit, energy and soul. A debilitating pain came over him, and all the muscles in his body lost control at this moment. His strength dispersed like water, and the wooden sword in his hand was also loosened.

Bang! Zero

Then, Iori's slashing blow hit his calf, causing him to grit his teeth and groan before falling to the ground on his side.

The world was spinning, and when the shooter calmed down, a breeze blew across his throat, and the tip of the wooden sword stopped three inches away from his body.

"..."

"Put away the sword, the victory or defeat——"

The senior in charge of judging raised his hand and shouted, "The winner is Aizen Iori!"

Volume 5: The White Moonlight of the Entire Soul Society: Chapter : Hot-blooded men are easily deceived!

The dojo was completely silent. The next moment, the audience, who had collectively breathed a sigh of relief, began to applaud. The noisy sound drowned out the calls for medical attention.

Several students who thought they were good at "Kaido" hesitated whether to enter the field for treatment, but the winning boy stretched out his hand at this time and looked around unhappily.

The applause suddenly became sparse.

There were many students at the scene who were more experienced than the two contestants, but the rule of the dojo was to respect the strong, and Iori, with such sharp swordsmanship, was enough to gain everyone's respect.

When things got a little quieter, the boy named Iori squatted on the ground, held down his opponent's shoulders, signaling him not to move, then reached out and felt around a few times, and he had an idea in his mind.

"Bear with me."

After a serious and gentle warning, the young man suddenly exerted force with his hands. With a "click" sound, the injured person's face suddenly turned red like liver, but the dislocated shoulder also recovered as before.

This makes the shooting range even more amazed and sad:

The fact that he did not suffer more serious injuries meant that Iori was able to accurately control the amount of force and was much more calm in this battle than the desperate Saza himself.

Is this the margin of genius?

hum~

As a faint green light emanated from Iori's hand, the tall man's expression gradually relaxed again.

"Hey! Thank you... um!" He looked up at Iori with complicated eyes.

"Yes!"

"Isn't he only a second year? And since he is so good at swordsmanship, why would he distract himself to practice Kaido (healing ghost art)?"

"It's probably just a low-level Huido... but it's still quite impressive."

Many middle and senior students outside the field felt complicated when they saw Iori treating his opponent seriously.

Being able to enter this academy, they are already considered candidates for death, and their fate will be very different from that of ordinary people.

But obviously, even though they are both Death Gods, there is a huge gap in their talents...

"Thank you... not only for healing me," Sheba said ashamedly, "but also for accepting this rude challenge."

Sheba had an indescribable feeling of shame and guilt on his face, and he looked at Iori under the soft green light, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Iori observed Shota's expression and smiled to himself.

He knew why this tall and rugged man like Lu Zhishen was so shy. Although the other party did not say it explicitly, Iori had already gathered the information through his connections before accepting the challenge.

The answer is "jealousy".

But it was not the shooting range that was jealous of him, but some students from so-called "famous families" who were jealous of the fact that the Aizen siblings were too prominent. Perhaps they thought that the two people from common families were too dazzling, so they joined hands to exclude them in all aspects.

Iori and Yuki knew about this, but they didn't care much:

Should I hide my shortcomings and make myself appear mediocre just because a bunch of idiots have opinions about them?

May I ask if your surname is Yamamoto or Unohana? Are you qualified?

In fact, this group of people failed to cause any trouble to the brother and sister. Instead, they suffered many setbacks. Iori's reputation as a kendo genius was gradually established through his "friendly exchanges" with them.

They are not stupid. After realizing that they are useless, they change their mindset and encourage experts to challenge Iori. The person being used is Shooting Range.

Shotaba Tetsuzaemon is a passionate man who values ​​friendship and loyalty. He is the future vice-captain. In the end, when Team 13 was hit hard, he became the leader of Team 1. He also has a significant role in the original novel.

Although he was still young, he already looked like an uncle, with such a fierce appearance that one would be mistaken for a gangster if he walked on the street.

But he is not the same as those playboys. Although he also comes from a prominent family, he is down-to-earth and hardworking. He works harder than anyone else in the dojo, just hoping not to bring shame to his family (his mother is the vice-captain of a team).

The reason why he was instigated was not because he had any opinion against Iori, but because he was too straightforward and credulous. His friends came to him and asked him to teach this kid a lesson, saying that Iori was arrogant and had humiliated them many times without reason. They asked the shooting range to teach this kid a lesson.

Because Iori did have a reputation for being "aggressive", Shooting Range mistakenly believed them, which led to this competition of the strong bullying the weak.

However, after the battle, he understood that if Iori was really an arrogant and domineering guy, how could he hold back during the battle and even help him?

You have to know that Iori is the challenged and is on the moral high ground. Even if he breaks Shai's hands and feet and humiliates him severely, there is no problem according to the rules.

This is the place where the "God of Death" is trained, and the greatest truth is that the strong are respected!

He looked towards a certain place in the shooting range and saw several students gathered there, avoiding each other's gaze and looking restless. He immediately understood everything.

"actually, I……"

Out of shame, Sheba wanted to apologize, but Iori interrupted him.

"It was a great competition. I haven't been so excited for a long time. Senior Shooting Range is really skilled. He made me break into a cold sweat."

Iori also glanced at those villains, with a smile on his face. He turned back to the shooting field and said, "Senior, you don't need to say more. In fact, I understand everything, whether it is their instigation or your anxiety... But I will not be angry about it. Do you know why?"

"This……"

Feeling the stinging pain from Iori's treatment of his wound, Sheba frowned in confusion: "Why?"

"Because of them, I met a good opponent!"

Iori finished the treatment, and the green light on his hand slowly faded away.

"You don't need to explain to me. I already know what kind of person you are."

"But we are not familiar with each other."

"Really? I think it's quite the opposite, because I have already experienced everything about Senior from the battle just now.

For swordsmen, or for men in other words, the best way to enhance understanding is the direct collision of fists, feet and swords. As long as both parties give their all, they will definitely be able to understand each other.

Your swordsmanship is both simple and steady, a rough jade that has been polished for countless days and nights...So I understand that a swordsman like you must be an upright person, and definitely not an accomplice of that group of villains.

And what kind of person I am - you should know it very well, right? "

Iori stood up with a smile, and in front of all the students, he stretched out his hand to the shooting range on the ground in front of everyone's surprised eyes: "I am really happy. From now on, I have a friend worth making close friends with."

"…This time I really…completely lost."

Shaiba shook his head, but grinned, grabbing Iori's hand hard and giving him a loud high five.

"Please give me your guidance in the future... Of course, I will speak with my sword, my old enemy (good friend)!"

The two swordsmen, one big and one small, looked at each other. After a pause, Shooting Range couldn't help laughing, and Iori also shook his head and laughed.

The people who witnessed the two of them putting aside their grudges with a smile were deeply moved by the atmosphere of mutual appreciation. Some of the more emotional female students even covered their mouths, looking like they were about to cry.

Ding!

【CG included】

【Writing Enemies Become Close Friends】

Category: Bond CG

Level: B (higher item drop rate)

Quality: Elite (Intermediate rewards have a higher appearance rate)

Extracting...

Calculating...

Rewards at a glance~

Property value:

Slight improvement in physical strength

Toughness: Slightly improved

Minor improvement in mental strength

Maneuverable and slight lifting

Avoidance and small improvement

Talents & Skills: (None)

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'That's a lot of attribute values!'

Iori was secretly surprised. Although it was a pity that he didn't draw any skills, this was the norm. After all, you couldn't expect any random character to contribute skills. But it was rare to see so many attribute values... The CG itself was also of a good level, which meant that Iori and Sheba had a high bond value...

What the hell, isn't this just a fight?

Bonds are so easy to earn? You are truly a passionate man!

Just when Iori was thinking about making a profit, a reminder sounded in his mind, which made him feel a chill in his heart and his eyebrows raised with joy: