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Style value +3

Note: The current cumulative painting style value is "31"

Calculate based on current worldview~

The current upper limit of spiritual pressure is "110+31*10=420"!

Current spiritual pressure: 381

(The average Reiatsu of a vice-captain is around 500-600, excluding those who have hidden their Bankai.)

Volume 6: The White Moonlight of the Seireitei: Chapter : A Human-Shaped Target

It was still the 13th dojo. Three days had passed since the battle that had moved the onlookers and made Iori and Shota famous.

It was now dusk, and the students were returning to their dormitories. In the dojo, which should have been quiet and deserted, the sound of short and sharp swings could be heard.

The handsome boy looked serious with beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, but his movements were decisive and swift. The amplitude of each arm swing and the distance of each step were as precise as the hands of a clock.

The bamboo sword, specially made of bitter bamboo and steel wire and three times heavier than a real sword, breaks through the air again and again. This bamboo sword called "Su Zhen" is the basic skill of the basic skills of Kendo. Its main purpose is to practice the strength of both arms and the correct posture when swinging the sword.

Because it is too simple, it can’t even be called a “technique”.

The kendo master once said that basic skills are the most important thing. Although swinging the sword thousands of times every day is boring, it will definitely reward you when you need it.

But the students who study here often disagree, because most Shinigami pay more attention to spiritual pressure and Zanpakuto, and believe that these two are the decisive factors in victory or defeat.

Slash (Kendo), White (Taijutsu), Walk (Shunpo), Ghost (Kidō) - these four techniques are also very important, but they are just the ways they use to train their physique and hone their spiritual pressure.

Once you learn the true name of your Zanpakutō, that is, complete the "Shikai", most of your attention will be focused on developing your Zanpakutō's abilities.

Iori is an exception. First of all, he believes that Zanpakuto's combat system is quite complete, which will be of great help if it is well developed. If he only relies on Zanpakuto, if he encounters an enemy with poor compatibility, he will be restrained and defeated.

Don't believe it? Look at Enelu next door~

It just so happens that he possesses the talent of [Perfect Death God] which he got for free from Aizen. Since he can develop all-roundly in moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic and labor aspects, he should not focus on one subject alone!

Secondly, for Iori, this seemingly simple and boring exercise that does not bring much improvement is actually quite cost-effective, because -

Zheng!

The bamboo sword fell again, but this time the sound of breaking through the air was exceptionally clear and cool, just like a real sword cutting through the gaps in the wind.

"call……"

Iori slowed down his movements, exhaled a breath of hot air, and a hint of happiness appeared in his eyes.

I can feel... this body is undoubtedly growing stronger slowly and steadily!

Many people will have similar feelings after strenuous exercise. Even those who stay at home and occasionally run will be confused by the excitement and think that their physical fitness is still good, but in fact most of them are just illusions.

The human body is extremely plastic, but it cannot be changed overnight. It requires daily nourishment and exercise, and only after long-term persistence can obvious changes be seen.

Iori is no exception. His strength is not achieved overnight. Like ordinary people, he needs training, but the difference is -

His growth rate was much faster, and at this moment he was indeed stronger than before!

The amplitude is not large but it is not false!

This is because, although his illustrated book cannot be upgraded on the spot like in the game, the attributes added by collecting CG can be developed in the form of "potential", allowing Iori to improve at an unusual speed. Even with the most ordinary training methods, one day can surpass others' several days or even weeks of hard training.

The same goes for spiritual pressure. There will be no obstacles before the upper limit of the style value is reached. In the original work, Aizen needed to study the Hogyoku after he grew to his limit in order to break the shackles of the Shinigami system, but Iori is naturally not restricted. In a sense, his talent exceeds that of this black-bellied BOSS.

Physical strength, spiritual pressure, the ability to kill Hakuzouki... Even if he did nothing and just let nature take its course, Iori could become a captain-level master, and a well-rounded one at that.

But this is not enough. If you want to truly reach the top, you cannot just follow the rules. You must have something extraordinary that others cannot match.

Even if you max out your attribute values, you still can't beat some mechanics, like old man Yamamoto who was cut in half by Youha...

Iori knew very well that, let alone other worlds, in "Bleach", the most reliable way to obtain a unique "trump card" was to get a cheating Zanpakutō.

However, Iori has some concerns about the predecessor of Zanpakutō, the white sword "Shōchi" that serves as the carrier of the sword soul...

call!

call!

……

Iori was not satisfied with the slight progress, and the regular sound of Suzhen continued to echo in the empty dojo.

Even if we put aside the utilitarian motive of increasing strength, Iori himself also likes to swing in the air. This way of clearing his mind and letting his body constantly switch between tension and relaxation makes him feel extremely relaxed, and even his mood becomes cheerful.

Perhaps because of this, he unconsciously curled up the corners of his mouth during exercise.

call--

At a certain moment, the movement suddenly stopped, and the trajectory of the bamboo sword was cut off against common sense, without an inch of unnecessary swing. This complete control of the sword in hand is exactly what is called margin in kendo.

At this time, several dark shadows of various sizes appeared at the entrance of the dojo. Under the moonlight, one could only see that they were wearing plain martial arts uniforms, and their heads were completely covered by black cloth bags, leaving only their two eyes exposed.

Iori lowered the wooden sword and glanced at the door, not caring at all. He turned around and took a towel from the clothes basket by the wall to wipe the sweat off his neck. Then he simply pulled the uniform from his chest, revealing his entire upper body, revealing muscles that were not very strong but very well-proportioned.

"Phew~ Now I feel much more comfortable." The young man moved his neck while putting the bamboo sword back into place as if no one was around, and took out the special wooden sword used for combat training.

The hardness of this wooden sword is almost as good as that of steel, and it is even heavier than a real sword. It was specially made by the teachers of the college for the purpose of training students.

Iori took the knife he usually used and wrote the words "Lake Toya" on the handle as a mark.

Turning around and taking a quick look, the young man was inexplicably disappointed: the swords used by these masked men were not real.

What a pity, according to the rules of the academy, if they used real knives in this kind of dishonorable sneak attack, it would be a matter of life and death, and no one would say anything even if they were all killed - of course, whether they would be retaliated against in secret was another matter.

"One, two, three... only six people? Are you looking down on me? Never mind. Six people are barely enough."

"This guy... is just a pretentious guy!"

"No matter how much I say, it's useless. You can't leave today!"

"Aizen, give up. Don't think about delaying. No one will come to rescue you. We deliberately waited until this time to come out. Blame it on your stupidity for staying alone until so late."

The leader was obviously very confident. In order to successfully "hunt" Iori, he specially invited five good fighters. Some were good at kendo, and some were good at shunpo or Hakutachi (physical skills). Although they were definitely not the opponents of Iori and Shaiba individually, with the cooperation of each other, they did not think Iori could escape.

"Hmph, don't worry, I won't kill you. Just one hand or one foot, and you'll have to lie down for half a year."

"Half a year?" Iori narrowed his eyes, "It's a bit too cheap for you."

"What did you say-"

"Besides the Zanpakutō, the biggest weapons that the God of Death relies on are Zan, Haku, Shun, and Oni."

Iori ignored him and continued to talk: "For example, instant movement is to move at a speed that cannot be seen by the naked eye. If you are confident in your reaction ability, you can move directly to the opponent--"

bass!

The masked man in the lead only felt a flash before his eyes, and a white shadow flashed in the hazy moonlight. Then his chin was hit violently. His brain instantly went foggy, his feet were lifted off the ground, and the whole person fell backwards!

“—Like this.”

A breeze blew past everyone. Iori took a step forward and drew his sword from his waist using the Iai technique. By the time these people reacted, the leader's jaw had been cracked.

"asshole!"

"So fast!"

"Everyone be careful, this guy——"

Iori's eyes were cold and he remained calm even though he was in the enemy's camp. He dodged the incoming wooden sword by leaning sideways and somehow managed to grab the opponent's wrist with his left hand.

Like the bite of a poisonous snake, the arm turned into a tough rope in that instant, and the sudden pulling force flowed through his whole body. The person who was caught was completely unaware of what was happening, and his body lost balance and was subsequently dragged along.

"Return!"

boom!

Like a failed somersault, the masked man fell backwards to the ground.

Then, the white socks soaked with sweat fell down, and Iori kicked the guy who wanted to raise his head again.

——Bai Da, a technique that uses physical skills to subdue the enemy, often used in battles where the goal is to capture rather than kill.

After waiting for a moment, as several more wooden swords fell towards his head, the boy disappeared instantly.

"Continuous instant steps, I only mastered it two days ago."

Iori recalled the time when he and Aizen Sosuke played together, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. However, his hands were still moving swiftly.

Snapped!

With a casual swing, without using any specific moves, relying solely on strength and speed of the sword, he directly broke a wooden sword in a head-on collision. The momentum of this blow did not slow down, and it swept across the opponent's chest, causing him to kneel down in pain.

This one move almost made this person suffocate!

"Successful!"

After knocking down three people in a row, one guy finally seized the opportunity and raised the wooden sword behind Iori, apparently intending to use the "Karatake" to hit Iori's head from top to bottom.

But Iori, who had his back to him, glanced at him with disdain, shook his shoulders and turned sideways, just avoiding the strong wind.

"Nani!"

What the hell! Don't act like it's a surprise!

If you want to launch a sneak attack, be more professional. What's the point of shouting in advance?

But if you think about it carefully, it’s not surprising that the so-called samurai are a peculiar race who shout “Heaven’s punishment” even when carrying out assassinations.

While the other party was still surprised, Iori had already calmly raised his hand and aimed it at the depression just below his sternum.

"【White Thunder】!"

Without chanting, a current immediately spread throughout his body, the intense stimulation paralyzed his entire body, he groaned as if his throat was being strangled, and after a tremor, he collapsed to the ground.

At this moment, Iori suddenly turned around, crouched down and turned sideways nimbly. A ball of fire passed by him, causing a burning pain on the skin on his arm.

It turned out to be a masked man on the edge of the battle group, who had been quietly preparing for the ghost art. It could be seen that he was quite skilled, as he finished the chanting in such a short time, but his accuracy and delivery speed were a little bit poor.

When Iori turned around and rushed over, he was obviously a little flustered, waving his wooden sword in vain, while Iori had already dodged and came close.

"【Charge】!" 3

Breaking the Way 1: Charge!

The wind pressure released from Iori's fingertips was restrained into a physical impact, creating a transparent ripple that sent the man, who had curled up like a giant shrimp, flying three meters away.

"Finally, there is Kidō, an advanced spell that uses spiritual pressure to cause phenomena."

"No, impossible!"

Although there was still one person standing unharmed, the one who was knocked down by Iori's physical skills also stood up again, but he was trembling all over and could only barely hold the wooden sword. Seeing several companions who they thought were "skilled" being knocked down in a few breaths, they had lost their will to fight.

"You're only a second grader... How could a commoner like you break the chant? This is a skill that even we haven't mastered yet!"

Hearing this, Iori looked at them in confusion and said, "You talk as if you have great skills. Forget about the Chant of Destruction. Even the basic swordsmanship and instant movement have not been used by you guys, have you?"

"……"land

The masked man was speechless, and then became angry: "It's all because of you, a shameless guy, who attacked us by surprise! If we were prepared, how could we be defeated so easily by you without even using our best moves!"

Shameless? Is six against one just? ⑦

By the way, they actually called that a sneak attack... these guys are pretty naive.

Iori was speechless and was too lazy to refute the other party. Anyway, in his eyes, these guys were just talking human targets.

Volume 7: White Moonlight of the Seireitei: Chapter : Cruel Smile

Since these masked men dared to cause trouble for him, they must be confident in their skills. They are definitely not as skilled as Iori in the four techniques of killing Hakuzouki, but they may have some skills.

Unfortunately, there is a huge gap between theoretical results and actual combat...

If Iori had not practiced against Yuuki frequently and been occasionally provoked in daily life, he would not have been able to perform so well in actual combat.

So, attributes alone are useless, they still have to be converted into real combat power!