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

"You're lucky this time! Let's go!"

After saying this, which Iori was unable to refute, the remaining two men helped up their most seriously injured companion, seemingly intending to call it a day.

"Huh?" Iori looked at them in surprise, "Who asked you to leave?"

"…What do you mean? Do you still dare to attack us?!"

The masked man was fearless: "We are——"

"Is it really okay to say it out loud?"

Iori interrupted him impatiently, and said with a half-smile: "You don't want your family name to be known to others, do you? As a loser."

"..."

The man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized something. Although his expression could not be seen, it seemed that he must be very embarrassed.

"Let me guess. You originally wanted to teach me a lesson. Even if I reported it to the Normal School and Team 13 afterwards, I had no definite evidence because I was masked. I couldn't do anything to you. I could only swallow my anger."

After saying that, Iori paused, and seeing that the other party had not refuted, he couldn't help but reveal a sarcastic look.

"Have you really never considered the possibility of 'failure'?"

"..."

"To put it bluntly, the Gotei 13 is an organization that advocates the use of force. If today's incident gets out, and people know that a group of noble children attacked a young boy and ended up with everyone injured... I think everyone in the family will feel 'proud', right?

Those who have brothers and sisters should be careful. If it were me, I would not leave my family business to such a loser. "

"You...what on earth do you want to do!?"

The leader who was knocked down by Iori at the beginning had actually woken up a long time ago, but he was just pretending to be dead because he was too ashamed. Now after hearing this, he finally couldn't hold back and shouted at Iori loudly, but no matter how you sounded, he sounded weak.

It should be noted that the so-called "famous families" in Soul Society are also divided into different levels.

The five great nobles who have existed since ancient times and even served the Soul King are naturally the most honorable beings and generally do not interfere with the normal order of the Soul Society.

Then there are the middle and upper class nobles, both big and small. Although they have fame and background, they are ultimately unable to transcend and must rely on the Four Great Nobles or the Gotei 13 to exist.

They will strive hard to win a seat in the thirteen teams. If a captain-level strong man can emerge, their family will not decline for at least two to three hundred years.

Finally, there are the new nobles who were born in the common people, relying on military force to stand out in the Thirteen Teams and finally gain a foothold. These families are not rich in resources, and once they lose the support of military force, they will easily fall.

Back to the six people in front of them, not to mention whether bullying the weak with the strong is detrimental to their reputation, the fact that they were easily beaten by Iori is enough to make them lose their value in the eyes of their elders.

Traditional Japanese families are very cruel. They will give up when they should. They would rather adopt a step-son or marry a son-in-law than let a loser inherit the family business!

What's more, "Bleach" places particular emphasis on force, so it is even more blatant in this regard.

"I mean well and want to cover up this scandal for you." Iori's smile was as warm as the spring breeze.

The leader hesitated: "Are you willing to keep this a secret?"

"No problem, it just requires you to pay a small price."

“…Huh! I see.”

The masked man thought for a moment and thought he understood what Iori meant. He sneered disdainfully: "As expected, you are from Rukongai. Tell me, how much do you want?"

"money?"

Iori tilted his head and said, "Indeed, I am not someone who despises money, but the extra money that can tempt me... you can't afford it."

Just kidding, his "literary works" are circulated throughout the Soul Society, and the royalties he gets from Kyoraku Shunsui every month are quite considerable. If he hadn't kept some mad scientist who devoured money like a beast... Iori would have lived a life like a god long ago!

"No money?" the masked leader asked doubtfully, "Then what do you want?"

"Don't be nervous, just stay here and be good."

"……what?"

"After all, the actual combat test of the Hollow is only available in the senior grades, and a sophomore like me doesn't even have the chance to use a real sword, let alone actual combat. If I want to go further, this alone is far from enough."

Iori swung the wooden sword, making a short sound of breaking through the air, and said with a smile: "Because hitting a wooden stake and a human body, the feeling is completely different~"

“…You bastard!”

The masked man finally understood, his eyes bloodshot and veins bulging on his forehead where Iori couldn't see.

"You actually treated us as stakes!"

"You can fight back."

Iori disagreed. Although the skills of these masked men were average, as he had just said, no matter how many times they swung their swords, whether they were cutting the air or dead objects, the feel would definitely not be as good as that of a living human.

After just this one battle, Iori felt that his attribute values ​​had improved slightly, and were even more effective than the empty swings he had practiced for more than an hour before!

“Do you really know what you are doing?!” The masked man who was so arrogant before even started to tremble in his voice. “If this kind of thing gets out, what will those teachers think of it——Ugh!”

"You finally realized it. It's you who should keep the secret for me. After all, it's too embarrassing for you."

Seeing his expression, Iori sighed, "Can you show some courage? As a god of death, you should have been prepared when you decided to beat me up."

"Cuck!"

The masked man said with difficulty: "Can we... reconcile?"

laugh!

Iori smiled.

"Please don't be afraid. I am not a demon. I will not leave you with any injuries that are difficult to heal."

The moonlight coming in from the window reflected on the boy's face, and his smile was warm and kind.

“After all, accurately controlling strength is also a very important practice, and if someone gets hurt, you can also practice the return move at the same time.

I promise to make full use of your bodies and not waste any of them."

"Yami! Don't come over here!"

"Stand firm, hold your weapon tightly, and attack! Even if you have to act as a target, you must fulfill your duties, senior."

Iori took a step forward: "This is where your 'value' lies."

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

Ding--

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Rewards at a glance:

Style value +2

Note: The current cumulative painting style value is "33"

"What? This can also increase the style value?! It's really an unexpected result..."

Iori was startled, then he started to fight more happily~

……

"What a scary little ghost!"

On a rooftop, a short figure wearing a Shibauri jacket and haori sat on the tiles with a wine jug and a small cup beside her. She looked at the dojo with a ruddy face. Although it was difficult to see clearly from this position, she seemed to know everything that was going on.

Judging from her appearance, some people would believe that she was less than 20 years old. She was short and thin with a youthful appearance, long purple hair tied into two ponytails, a black leather mask on her left eye, and a frivolous sitting posture and tone.

She is just a bad girl~

But anyone who sees her white haori will immediately put away their contempt, because that is what only the captain of the Gotei 13 is qualified to wear, and it can be said to be a symbol of strength and achievement.

If Iori were here, he would be very surprised, because in his "memory", this should be a person who died eight hundred years ago!

"But it suits my taste. The soldiers recently are all good kids. It's rare to see such interesting guys~ノ

Youth is great, it reminds me of the old days~

But the old guys died or were imprisoned, and Yachiryu was smiling all day long, which was disgusting. Life was getting more and more boring...

Hmm? This spiritual pressure texture... is it an illusion? Has this guy become a little stronger... No, no, no, it can't be that obvious anyway.

The girl with the eyepatch picked up the bottle and shook it, looking very confused.

"There are still so many left... Has my alcohol tolerance gotten worse?"

Volume 8: White Moonlight of the Seireitei: Chapter : Hueco Mundo Crusade ⑦

"Huh~"1

After working up a sweat and consuming most of his spiritual pressure, Iori put on his clothes and walked out of the dojo feeling relaxed and at ease. A few figures flashed by behind him.

It was already midnight. Iori looked at the moon hanging high in the sky. Just as he was about to go back to the dormitory to have a good sleep, a voice suddenly called him.

"Hey, kid, do you want to come up and have a couple of drinks~"

Iori looked in the direction of the voice and saw a dim figure sitting carelessly on the roof opposite with his back to the moonlight, holding something reflective in his hand, which seemed to be a wine glass.

"So close... I didn't even notice it before?"

"Hmm? Didn't you hear clearly?"

The man didn't hear Iori's answer, and stood up with the wine glass and wine pot - 0

bass!

Iori's shoulders sank, and then a drunken body came over, hugged the boy's neck without hesitation, and said to him with a sly smile:

"You've never had it before? Then you're in luck. Come and smell it. This is top-quality sake. Hey, I brewed it myself!"

As she spoke, she poured three-quarters of the wine glass and placed it under Iori's nose.

So fast!

——Iori felt horrified in his heart, and forced himself not to make a move. This level of instant movement was beyond his ability to deal with, and if he started fighting, he would definitely lose miserably!

I'm afraid that even Yuki's flash step can't compare to this person... No, they are not even on the same level!

Only then did he see the other person's true face, which turned out to be a young woman wearing an eye patch.

She looks like a young girl, but judging by her words and actions... she is most likely a legal lolita, a specialty of Soul Society. After all, the appearance of a soul has nothing to do with its real age.

"This hair color, eye patch, captain's haori... could it be... Saito Immortal, one of the first generation captains?"

After recognizing this man's identity, Iori was extremely surprised, but his mind calmed down. At least he didn't have to worry about being attacked and killed.

But then I began to doubt: Has Saito Bakurou lived to this point in time in the original work?

You have to know that this is the first captain who is from the same era as Unohana Retsu, who fought against the invasion of the Quincies a thousand years ago (strictly speaking, eight hundred years ago) and saw Yhwach with his own eyes.

Saito never appeared in the main anime, and only had a few seconds of screen time as a character in the flashback. All we know about Iori is that she was one of the first captains... and seemed to be a lunatic.

But half of the first generation captains died in that decisive battle! From the information I saw in my previous life, it seems that Saito was not one of the surviving captains...

Well, this doesn't mean anything. After all, the original work didn't complete this part of the plot, so it's not surprising that there are hidden plots. And the world where Iori is is obviously not the original "Bleach", after all, Aizen, one of the soul characters, is gone...

As long as you make sure of the general direction, there is no need to worry about these details.

However, if we accept the fact that Saito is still alive, it brings up another question:

Something is wrong! Saito should be the first captain of the 6th Division, but the current 6th Division is from the Kuchiki family!

And... Iori has been here for several years, and has never heard of any captain with the last name Saito, so it is impossible that he was transferred.

There's something wrong with this guy!

However, he has been the captain for hundreds of years after all... He shouldn't just draw his sword and chop people like that, right?

"Hey? Are you stupid? I'm talking to you~"

Saito poked Iori's cheek in dissatisfaction: "Why, do you dislike me because I'm an old woman and don't want to drink with me?

Tsk~ You don't know what's good for you. Don't look at me like this now. I was once a big shot. The people chasing after me lined up from Baidaomen to No. 80 Rukongai!