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

Or...are you so scared after seeing this haori that you dare not speak?"

"No, I'm just too shocked to speak."

Iori smiled and said, "I don't know how I can be so lucky to drink with such a beautiful woman."

"Hehe~sly~ha!"

Saito leaned over and laughed, "But I like it! Keep it up.

I tell you, even if you know it's a glib talk, girls may resist it, but they will still feel happy.

Good boy, follow me!"

Before the laughter stopped, Saito let go of Iori, and without her making any movement, she returned to the rooftop in the blink of an eye. Iori couldn't see how she moved at all, and he was even more daunted.

However, the opportunity to meet such a powerful person also made him a little excited. He did not dare to delay and immediately used instant steps to reach the roof.

Ka!

A tile was stepped on by Iori and slid two inches.

Hearing the voice, Saito curled his lips, and left again without waiting for Iori to speak, and almost at the same time appeared on another rooftop fifty meters away.

"So fast...what does she want to do? Never mind!"

Iori's eyes focused, and spiritual pressure fluctuations appeared under his feet again. Suddenly he arrived at the same roof. He looked up and saw that Saito had left again.

He was also stubborn and couldn't understand what tricks this woman was playing, so he simply stopped thinking about it and just followed Saito's steps and quickly left the Maou Spiritual Academy.

"Wow? He can really catch up. Although I suppressed his speed, he is still at the vice-captain level. Judging from the uniform he is wearing, he should be a junior student... He has a bright future."

Saito slowly increased his speed, making it increasingly difficult for Iori to keep up, but it was manageable.

Gradually, Iori's instant movement skills actually became more "smooth", and although he was tired, he became more adept at it.

This surprised Saito even more:

It's not like she hasn't seen talented people before, but it's rare to find someone as adaptable and as fast as Iori. Generally, people who walk on the edge of life and death during wartime can often burst out with similar potential, but a god of death who grows up in peacetime...

"Oh no, my spiritual pressure won't be able to hold up at this rate!"

Iori frowned slightly, feeling exhausted, but looking at Saito who was always leading in front, a sense of confrontation arose in his heart, and he mobilized the remaining spiritual pressure to continue to perform instant steps.

However, in order to save spiritual pressure, he was more meticulous than before, reducing consumption appropriately, and concentrating his mind and not thinking about other things, focusing all his attention on how to use spiritual pressure more efficiently -

At this moment, the young man suddenly felt inspired and his body suddenly felt lighter. When he moved to a new position again, there was no sound under his feet, as if a breeze blew past and even the fragile tiles did not tremble.

"what?"

Iori was stunned for a moment, and actually stopped where he was, closing his eyes and carefully recalling the physical sensation just now, even forgetting about Saito's matter.

After a moment, the young man slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were bright and he did not look tired. Although his spiritual pressure was empty, he looked energetic, with a faint smile on his face.

"I finally understand. Flash Step is no different from normal running. The harder you run, the faster you go."

Seeing that he had finished his comprehension, Saito commented, "Many people think that the more spiritual pressure you inject, the stronger your explosive power will be. In fact, this is not the case. Shunpo is ultimately a skill of using spiritual pressure, just like Kidō. The key lies in the word 'control'.

Moreover, even in running, there is a difference between a 100-meter sprint and a long-distance run. Using all-out instant movement to charge around on the battlefield is simply courting death!

How to grasp the gap of one or two meters or even one or two inches within a distance of hundreds of meters is the key to victory or defeat... Well, it seems that you have already mastered some of the basics."

Is this just scratching the surface?

Iori was about to ask something, but suddenly saw what Saito was holding in his hand and fell silent.

Under the moonlight, Saito held a wine jug in one hand and a wine glass in the other. This would have been nothing special, but under the reflection of the moonlight, the wine glass was glittering and ripples were forming - it was the glass of wine she had poured before, and she had been holding it in her hands all along!

Even if the body shook a little more, the wine would spill out, but after such a fierce instant chase just now, the amount of wine in the bottle did not decrease much!

Iori took a deep breath, his eyes serious: It seems that it is just the surface...

If you only watch the animation, you will easily get the impression that the captains are all lame, but you will be quite interested in various Zanpakuto.

But in reality, how could a group of old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years be that simple?

In the plot, there are almost no villains who invade the Soul Society under fair conditions. They must prepare some targeted plug-ins before taking action, so that the captains who suffer from the disadvantages of intelligence will have poor performance...

If you think about it carefully, before Youha appeared, not a single captain died in the main storyline, but the seemingly powerful villains died one after another!

Don’t underestimate this group of people!

"Although I just did it on impulse, your performance is really beyond my expectations... I guess I have to treat you to a drink."

Saito pointed at Iori with his chin, and this time he did not use instant movement. Instead, he turned around and jumped down from the roof. The white haori behind him fluttered up and down in the night wind.

It was at this moment that Iori was able to see the words on the haori clearly in the moonlight and slightly widened his eyes.

Generally speaking, the captain's hat will have a number written on the back, indicating which team he or she is the leader of.

But there is no number on Saito's immortal haori, only a "滅 (灭)".

This means that she does not belong to the 13th Division, but to another team:

"It's actually the Hueco Mundo expeditionary force!"

Volume 9: The White Moonlight of the Whole Seireitei: Chapter : A Real Man Lives Between Heaven and Earth——

"Come~"

On a quiet hill in Rukongai in East District 1, an old cherry tree stands alone. Under the bright moonlight, two figures sit on the ground. The night breeze brings a hint of drunkenness, making people feel a little dazed.

Saito Bulaobusi handed the wine glass to Iori, and he took a sip directly from the bottle!

Iori noticed that Saito did not use the small bottles commonly used by Japanese people, but a proper jar-shaped wine vessel, and her unrestrained and wild style could basically only be seen in martial arts novels.

By the way, the boy had never touched alcohol since he came to this world. After a slight hesitation, he still brought the glass to his lips.

"Well!"

A spicy taste blocked the nasal cavity, and then the hot liquid slid into the throat like gasoline and burned in the stomach!

"Cough!" The boy couldn't help pinching his nose and coughing a few times.

There is no mellowness or sweetness at all, and it is not even as good as ordinary sake. It is basically a tool of torture!

How can anyone like to drink this kind of thing? I really don't understand...?

"First time? I brewed this myself, and it's a bit intense for a beginner."

"Ahem... Captain, are you used to drinking this kind of stuff?"

"Just call me Captain Saito."

The girl with twin ponytails shook the bottle and pouted in dissatisfaction: "I can't help it. I can't find a wine shop in Hueco Mundo. After I finish the wine I brought with me, I can only learn to brew it myself."

"Hueco Mundo..."

It is indeed so!

Iori's eyes changed, and he looked at Saito secretly, then hesitantly asked, "Captain Saito is not in the list of the Gotei 13, right?"

"Hmm?"

Saito glanced at him and chuckled, "Don't be so reserved. Ask whatever you want to ask. You just want to know who I am. I don't blame you. After all, I haven't been back for a long time."

Putting down the bottle, Saito looked up at the moon, smacking his lips as if he was calculating something: "About fifty or sixty... no, about eighty years? When was the last time I went back to Seireitei? Six

Never mind, it's all the same anyway."

She turned around and showed Iori the big "滅" character on her back, and said openly: "I used to be in Team 7, but later I was sent to Hueco Mundo for a shift. If I hadn't really found a drinking buddy this time, why would I be interested in a young boy like you... hiccup!"

"On duty... it's really the expedition team." Iori raised his empty glass half-heartedly to show his respect, "Thank you for your hard work, Captain Saito."

Saito definitely deserves the word "hard work", because Hueco Mundo is not a good place, and the punitive army or expeditionary force is a large-scale death squad with a survival rate comparable to the shipment rate of mobile games!

The so-called "void" refers to the soul after falling.

Unlike those who have successfully reincarnated into Soul Society, their minds have long been distorted, and they have become monsters that enjoy devouring souls. Their common features are the bone masks on their heads and the large holes on their chests.

The Hueco Mundo is, of course, the world where the Hollows live. Its nature is similar to that of the Soul Society, but it is basically dominated by chaos and desolation.

The duty of the God of Death is to maintain the balance of the three realms - the human world, the Soul Society, and the Hueco Mundo, and to ensure that souls can reincarnate normally between the three. Therefore, monsters like Hollows are naturally targets that need to be eradicated.

However, the void itself is also a part of the balance, and it will continue to appear and cannot be completely exterminated.

The God of Death will patrol the Soul Society and the human world, destroying the Hollows that occasionally appear in these two worlds.

Every once in a while, when the number of Hollows in the Hueco Mundo exceeds a certain number and begins to threaten the balance of the three realms, Soul Society will launch a large-scale crusade.

For this purpose, an elite force was specially selected from the Gotei 13 to carry out long-term missions in the Hueco Mundo, shouldering the responsibility of reconnaissance movements and outposts.

However, perhaps due to some technical issues, the "gate" leading to the Hueco Mundo is not always open. Instead, it is opened once every certain period of time to deliver supplies and rotate personnel, so the Soul Society cannot communicate with that side in real time.

It is understandable that the casualty rate of a unit of this nature is extremely high. Apart from the passionate young people, most of the people sent out are guys who are not liked by Team 13.

But Saito was the first captain, so why was he kicked out of the expedition?

Iori asked tactfully, "Why did the captain want to join the Hueco Mundo expedition? Wouldn't it be better for a strong man like you to stay with Team 13 to guard it?"

"Because someone has to go, and... I'm probably pretty annoying."

Saito took another sip and wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth. He seemed to be in high spirits and spoke without restraint.

"The old men in Room 46 just want all of us to disappear. If they have a legitimate reason to drive me to Hueco Mundo, that would be exactly what I want~"

She didn't explain anything in detail after she finished speaking, probably because she felt that there was no point in discussing anything deeper with a minor character like Iori.

However, Iori was obviously not as ignorant as she thought, because just based on this short sentence and combined with what he had seen and heard in his previous life, he actually figured out the general truth.

This is probably a story of "the cunning rabbit dies and the running dog is cooked"!

The first generation of the Gotei 13 was urgently established to fight against foreign enemies. The members came from mixed backgrounds, and the captains were all "possessed with special skills". They were known as the most vicious killer group in history!

Such a force is certainly useful in times of war, but after the overall situation stabilizes, it will inevitably appear very conspicuous. At least the "Room 46" as the ruling body must be wary of it.

In order to better manage Soul Society, these troublemakers with military merit and prestige must be eliminated one by one.

Using various means to exclude them or exhausting them in battles is already a relatively mild method. At least it has not reached the point of public execution...

In the original plot, when the protagonist Ichigo appeared, the only first-generation captains left in Soul Society were Yamamoto and Unohana.

There is no need to say much about Yamamoto. He is the maintainer of "order" and poses no threat to the Forty-Sixth Chamber. Unohana is in a "sheathed" state and is no longer the killer she used to be.

Apart from these two, all the first generation captains disappeared. It is unknown how many of them died in the war and how many for other reasons...

Of course, judging from Saito's tone and expression, the first-generation captains, including her, probably don't care about being ostracized.

Most of them are warlike and bloodthirsty desperadoes. Even if they have a "system", they will not change their nature. Dying in battle is what they want.

After thinking this through, Iori solved a mystery and felt relieved:

After all, what does this have to do with him?

No matter how the top leaders fight, or what plans the Forty-Sixth Chamber has, as long as you continue to accumulate strength and reach the level of Aizen or Yamamoto in the original work, you will naturally be able to ignore those corrupt nobles who are engaged in petty intrigues.

And if one reaches the level of Yhwach, it would not be difficult to even let the four great nobles lick one's shoes.

This is an extraordinary world. No matter how complex or sophisticated the schemes are, they are vulnerable in the face of absolute power. Strength comes first after all!

Just like that, Iori felt as if a layer of dust had been wiped off his heart, and he felt a lot more relaxed. He immediately started toasting Saito without any hesitation.

The older girl with twin ponytails was also a generous person. In her excitement, she told Ivan a lot of interesting stories about Hueco Mundo and Soul Society, which made Iori feel that her horizons were quite broadened.

But who is Iori? Having experienced the baptism of the information explosion in his previous life, he has always been good at talking nonsense. Even though Saito has nearly a thousand years of experience more than him, Iori still tells her many strange stories that she has never heard of, which makes this first-generation captain very excited!

Saito, a powerful old-school man with a lot of experience, had no airs of a superior and got along very well with Iori. In the end, the two of them even felt that they had met too late!

It seemed that she really regarded Iori as just a drinking buddy.

The moon passed its zenith, and the time was getting later and later. Even after the last pot of wine was finished, the two of them kept talking. They joked and teased each other, and began to satirize some shameful things in the Soul Society.

It was not until the sky turned faintly blue and a hazy white mist appeared on the horizon that the two drunkards stopped - they actually chatted for most of the night with a pot of wine!

"Hiccup... I haven't been this happy for a long time... Everyone, whether it's the old man or Yamashiro, are different from before... I don't know the juniors well, and ordinary soldiers don't even dare to talk to me... I always feel like I've been left alone~Hiccup!"

Saito's clothes were in disarray, and her flat chest bound up with layers of bandages could be seen through her wide open collar. She hugged Iori with a blushing face, and her fingers kept drawing circles on the boy's hot cheeks.

"A guy like you who is so fierce, funny, and most importantly, courageous... Hehe, it suits my taste. If you were in a thousand years ago, maybe you would have achieved something great!"

"Why, it's not working now?"

Iori was not completely drunk, but the alcohol made him lose some of his usual caution, and he spoke his mind without hesitation.

"How can a man live in the world between heaven and earth and live in depression for a long time?"

"……Chinese?"

Saito was stunned for a moment, not understanding Iori's native language, but drunkards are creatures that don't need logic, so he simply ignored it.