In Soul Society, I just want to retire

Western District 79.

Compared to the peaceful and tranquil neighborhood near Soul Society, this place seems very chaotic, and murders and robberies often occur.

The sun was scorching hot at this time. Under the shade of a tree, a burly man was taking a nap with his face covered with a straw hat.

Just when he was half asleep and half awake, a voice disturbed his sweet dream.

The man moved the straw hat covering his face slightly and saw that the person coming was a little boy of six or seven years old. The little boy was holding a few rolled papers in his hands.

"Is there something wrong? If not, don't disturb my sleep." The man felt a little bored and covered his face with the straw hat again, but the little boy pulled him up.

"Can you look at the words written on these papers? I can't read. Can you help me see what's written on them?" The little boy was very excited. "Can you look at them and see if there's any news about my parents?"

The man let out a sigh of helplessness.

This is called a newspaper, a tool used by nobles to kill time. How could it possibly contain news about your parents?

"Where did you get it from? A newspaper must be very expensive, right?" the man asked.

The little boy showed a troubled expression on his face, mumbled something, and then said, "None of your business, just help me check if there is any news about my parents on it."

The man was the only one who could read in the area. The newspaper was filled with densely packed small characters, which probably contained boring stories between the nobles.

The man took a look and found that it was indeed a murder case caused by adultery. Can't these nobles be more upright?

"This newspaper doesn't write about your parents. I advise you to give up and live a good life. Your parents came into this world twenty or thirty years ago. If they were still alive, they would have come to find you long ago." The man ignored the little boy, turned over and prepared to continue sleeping.

"No, no! They must not know that I have come to this world, otherwise they would definitely come to find me." The little boy muttered to himself, a trace of stubbornness flashed across his face. He must find his parents no matter what.

But before that, there is something more important to deal with.

"Get out here, you little bastard! How dare you steal our money?"

The shouting of several men came from the distance.

In a chaotic place like District 79, not to mention stealing, even murder is common.

"What trouble have you gotten yourself into again? I don't want to help you solve it this time." The man lying under the tree said lightly.

"I can handle this matter myself." The little boy gritted his teeth, took out a small knife from his arms, and walked towards the warriors.

A newspaper was very expensive in that era, and a child certainly didn't have that much money, so he chose the fastest shortcut, which was to steal other people's money to buy the newspaper.

He hoped that the newspaper would record news about his parents, whom he had not seen for twenty years, but unfortunately, he was disappointed.

Chapter 154: The Man Who Bears the Name of "Ghost"

"You bastard! You even dare to take our money. Don't you know how to write the word 'death'?" A samurai holding a katana strode over, followed by four or five samurai dressed in the same way.

These people were warriors who died in battle in this world. Even after death, they still maintained their ideals in life and would draw their swords and fight if they disagreed with someone.

The little boy was holding a knife in his hand, trembling with fear, but he should take responsibility for the trouble he had caused.

"One against four, it's not impossible to win! I'm smaller and more flexible. I'll rush up and knock down the leader first, and the others will naturally feel scared. That's it!" The little boy rushed forward without any skill, holding a dagger in his hand.

The man lying under the tree didn't want to watch anymore and covered his face with his straw hat.

"Snapped!"

The result was as expected. The little boy was slapped to the ground by the warrior, and five people surrounded him and beat him up with punches and kicks. The little boy could only hold his head and beg for mercy.

The reality was nothing like what he imagined.

After only three or four minutes, the little boy was covered in blood and had a bruised face and nose.

The samurai seemed to have vented enough, and drew his samurai sword, ready to cut off the child's head.

The blade swung down, and in that brief moment, an arm blocked the little boy and the blade.

"clang!"

It was clearly a human arm, but the blade felt like it was chopping off a piece of granite.

"Huh? Who are you?" The warrior hurriedly looked at the nosy person.

This person was the one who had just been lying under the tree wanting to take a nap, with a big straw hat on his head.

The man was extremely tall, over 1.9 meters, and had a very strong build. When he moved his arms slightly, his bulging muscles could be seen.

"What do you want to do? Do you want to meddle in other people's business? This guy stole our money, so it's reasonable for me to kill him." The warrior took two steps back and stood on the same front with his companions.

"What a hassle." The man moved his neck, which made a cracking sound. "He took your money, and you beat him up. That's enough. There's no need to go on a rampage. How about giving him some face?"

"Damn, you're looking for death!" The warrior pointed his knife at the man in front of him and said, "You don't believe in your name. I won't kill nameless people."

The man moved his neck, and his bones made a creaking sound. When he heard the other party ask his name, the man fell into reminiscence.

What was my name? I can't remember it!

"Just call me..."

He recalled something that happened a long time ago. He used to love fighting and would always rush to the front in every fight. Both enemies and teammates called him strong and like a devil, and gave him a nickname.

"Just call me Hyakkiji!" the man said leisurely, not caring at all that there were five warriors holding sharp blades in front of him.

Although they were samurai, the average height of these samurai in that era was less than 1.5 meters. After Hyakkiji stood up, he was over 1.9 meters tall. Looking at these samurai in front of him was like looking at dwarfs.

"Big guy, do you want to stand out?" said the warrior leader.

Bai Guisi moved his wrist slightly and said, "No, I will help him pay back the money he owes you."

The leader of the warriors snorted coldly, "There's no need to pay me back. You look so poor that you don't seem rich. Let's put it this way: one coin for one chop. He stole twenty coins from me. If you can stand here and let me chop you twenty times, we'll call it quits."

"Okay!" Bai Guisi ripped open his clothes, revealing his hairy chest: "Cut it as you like! I don't care."

These warriors even suspected that the man in front of them was a madman. They drew their swords and chopped off his shoulders without hesitation.

When they were alive, they were also famous warriors who could cut through armor with one sword. However, this sure-fire sword strike on Bai Guisi was like hitting a piece of steel plate.

It doesn't look like a human body at all.

That body seemed to be carved from the hardest diamond.

After one blow, Hyakkiji yawned lazily.

The warrior looked at his hands in disbelief.

The knife broke.

The tiger's mouth split open and blood gushed out.

"Monster! This man is definitely a monster. Come on, kill him!" the warrior leader shouted.

The four warriors behind him also drew their swords and slashed wildly at Hyakkiji.

As a result, after just a few chops, their swords were broken.

"Hey! We agreed that you'd get a big coin for every chop you made. Now you've only made twelve chops in total, with eight left. I don't want to owe anyone a favor, so keep chopping me! I feel so comfortable with you chopping me!" said Baiguisi.

Damn it! This person in front of me is not only a monster, but also a pervert.

"Witchcraft! This must be witchcraft. Just because a knife can't cut him doesn't mean fists can't beat him! Everyone, use your fists!" The samurai leader rushed forward and punched Hyakkiji in the nose.

Then his finger was broken directly.

This guy is not a human being at all.

Even a body made of iron cannot be so strong.

"Let's go! We encountered a monster today, we don't want this money!" said the warrior leader fearfully.

As a result, this time it was Baiguisi's turn to be unwilling.

"I still owe you eight slashes. Keep on chopping me. If you don't chop me, I won't be able to sleep at night and won't be able to enjoy my meals! Keep on chopping me! Chop me!" When Baiguisi saw these wandering warriors preparing to escape, he followed them in a panic. These wandering warriors saw him as if they had seen a ghost and were so scared that they rolled and crawled.

"Oh! Why is it so difficult to find someone who can hurt me!" Hyakkisi sighed.

After the warriors left, he looked down at the little boy whose face was bruised and swollen from the beating.

"How is it? Can you stand up?" asked Hyakki Temple.

The little boy struggled to get up from the ground and wiped the blood from his nose with his hand.

"Hyakkiji, why is your body so strong? You must be the strongest person in the world, right?" The little boy said with envy.

But Hyakkiji said, "How can I be the strongest in the world? Do you know the Gotei 13? I heard that all the powerful Shinigami gather there. I really want to go and see it."

"Then go ahead!" the little boy said, "I heard that the strongest Shinigami of all time were all named Kenpachi. If you become Kenpachi, wouldn't that be very prestigious for me?"

"You sound like you know everything." Bai Guisi knocked him on the head and said, "Let's see if you dare to steal other people's money again in the future."

"I know a lot," the little boy said excitedly, completely forgetting the scar on his face. "I'm well-versed in information. Rumor has it that becoming Kenpachi is easy. All you have to do is defeat the previous Kenpachi. Go ahead and give it a try! You can definitely do it."

Chapter 155: The Secret Technique of Using the Weak to Defeat the Strong

"The strongest god of death? Kenpachi?" Hyakkiji looked at the clouds in the sky, wondering what he was thinking deep down in his heart. All people with powerful strength have one common characteristic, that is, bellicosity. In fact, Hyakkiji is the same, but he possesses too much power, and ordinary people simply cannot satisfy his desire to fight.

"It's rumored that the Gotei 13 have gathered the most powerful Shinigami in Soul Society. Maybe they can actually find a Shinigami who can rival me!" Hyakkiji muttered to himself. Suddenly, he picked up his sword and strode forward. The little boy hurriedly followed him and asked, "Hakkiji, where are you going?"

Without even turning his head, Hyakkiji said, "Of course, I'm going to challenge the strongest god of death. Even if I can't win, it should still be fun!"

An excited smile appeared on the little boy's face. He didn't expect that Hyakkiji would actually challenge the most powerful god of death "Kempachi". This must be very interesting!

"Wait for me, I want to witness the birth of a legend. When you become the strongest god of death, I will spread your story throughout the streets and alleys and make you a celebrity." The little boy chased after him happily.

Bai Guisi just smiled slightly. Although he was a bellicosity person, what he hated most was trouble. So when facing ordinary opponents, Bai Guisi was too lazy to fight. Anyway, these people couldn't hurt him, and if he fought back, it might attract more flies, so he just let them fight to their heart's content.

Mako Hirako was undergoing special training at this time. He was looking at Yamabuki Detou with cold sweat, holding his Zanpakuto in his hand. He originally thought that this sword training would only use wooden swords, but he did not expect that Yamabuki Detou would actually propose that both sides use real swords for training.

"Bastard, do you want to kill me? How can I beat you!" Hirako Mako shouted. He had used all the means, but he could not hurt Yamabuki Detang at all. The gap in strength between the two sides could not be made up by small means.

"Dang!" The knife in Hirako Mako's hand collided with the knife in Yamabuki Detang's hand, and as a result, the knife in her hand flew out like a meteor and nailed to the wall of the training ground.

Mako Hirako found that both of his hands were cracked and bleeding.

Yamabuki Ditang looked at Hirako. He originally thought that if he pushed him hard, maybe Hirako could squeeze out some of his potential. However, no matter how he persecuted Hirako Mako, the boy's strength did not improve significantly.

As expected, a genius like Kurosaki Ichigo might not be found once in a thousand years.

"Forget it, today's special training ends here. Come here and I will bandage your wound. By the way, I will also teach you a sword technique to use when facing someone stronger than yourself." Yamabuki Ditang said.

After working with Yamabuki Ditang for the past few days, Hirako Mako has clearly realized how unreliable this man is: "Is there really such a sword technique?"

"Don't look at me with such suspicion. I have spent many years researching this. You can learn it if you want or not!" Yamabuki Ditang said bluntly.

"Learn, why not learn!" It was rare for Hirako Mako to take out some real stuff from Yamabuki Detang's hands, so how could she not learn from it.

Yamabuki Ditang said seriously, "The true essence of this sword technique lies in footwork and chanting. Only by mastering these two can you grasp the essence of this sword technique."

"Footwork? Chanting? Could it be an advanced swordsmanship that incorporates instant movement and kidō?" Hirako Mako was shocked. This was something extraordinary.

"You do what I say next." Yamabuki Ditang said seriously.

Mako Hirako swallowed his saliva. The wound on his hand had healed by then, and he pulled out the sword that was nailed to the wall.

"Hold the hilt of the sword with your right hand, support the sword with your left hand, and raise both hands horizontally." Yamabuki Ditang said in a deep voice.

Hirako Mako's heart was in turmoil. He had heard that some people used this posture when launching Kidō. Was it really as he had guessed? This was a technique that combined Kidō with swordsmanship.

"Bend your knees and stand tall. The next part is the chanting, which is the most important." Yamabuki Detang looked at Hirako Mako with a serious face.

Pingzi felt that his posture was strange.

"Listen carefully, the spell you chant is 'Sir, I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again!' The voice must be loud and resonant, and the main point is sincerity." Yamabuki Ditang said.

"My lord, I was wrong...I was wrong! Are you kidding me? How could you have such an outrageous swordsmanship?" Mako Hirako threw the sword in his hand to the ground.

Yamabuki Ditang burst into laughter. "You're so gullible, aren't you? You actually tried to imitate me so seriously! No, no! Laugh for a while! It's not completely useless. A real man can bend and stretch. If you encounter a soft-hearted enemy, maybe you can really save your life. Come on, shout it out loud, don't be shy."

"This is a lie! They are obviously kidding me!" Hirako Mako was furious.

"Yes! I'm just kidding you. In this world, there is no such thing as swordsmanship that allows the weak to defeat the strong. Strong spiritual pressure is the real king." Yamabuki Ditang laughed.

In the entire Bleach series, the only one who can defeat the strong with the weak is the Royal Guard's lethal force. He can turn Ichigo, who has two swords, into a carpet in one encounter, and almost kill the Sword God. He once crushed Yoruichi and beat up the store manager, but in the end he barely won with the help of Grimmjow's sneak attack.

It can be said that he truly ignored the spiritual pressure and directly dealt real damage.

As for other people, especially the Shinigami and the Hollows, they cannot escape the "theory of invincible spiritual pressure".

For example, Zaraki Fuuya can control the spirit particles and merge them into other people's bodies, launching sneak attacks from within their bodies. This ability seems to be almost invincible, but when facing Kenpachi Zaraki who has not yet been unsealed, he is beaten like a grandson.

Zaraki Fuyouya wanted to control the spirit particles to invade Kenpachi Zaraki's body, but Zaraki Kenpachi's spiritual pressure was much stronger than his. The spirit particles were crushed by the spiritual pressure as soon as they approached Zaraki Kenpachi's body. Not only did he fail to hurt Kenpachi Zaraki, but Zaraki Fuyouya himself was also seriously injured. Even if he merged his own spirit particles into the air, Zaraki Kenpachi directly cut the air with his sword, seriously injuring Zaraki Fuyouya again.

In the end, he could only escape back to the hell in a mess, and was madly mocked by Aizen.