Back in his room, Yamabuki Haruto drew out his Zanpakutō and wiped it gently. The power of his Zanpakutō had first emerged in the previous battle. But what exactly is the ability of my Zanpakutō? His sword spirit cut the enemy into more than a dozen pieces in an instant. It was initially speculated that his initial release ability was related to his speed.
Not necessarily. Maybe my ability is just a Chuunibyou. The higher my Chuunibyou and shame level, the stronger my Zanpakutō's attack power will be! If that's the case... It seems pretty cool!
Which young man doesn't have a middle school dream in his heart? "I am the Dark Lord. You are all my servants. Prepare yourselves for death! Hahahaha!" As expected, the shame level is still off the charts!
Or was my previous guess correct? Was my Zanpakutō's true ability to summon a bunch of cute girls to kill the opponent? For most male Shinigami, this is a sure kill! Of course, if you want to kill someone, then kill me first! Trampling me to your heart's content! Don't show me any mercy!
At this time, the Zanpakutō was flashing with a faint light, as if it was about to explode! Why do I have such an unreliable master?Or just run away from home! That's what the sword spirit thought.
"Um...Brother Yamabuki, can I live with you first?" asked Chōjirō Sasakibe in a low voice. "Welcome, welcome!" Yamabuki Haruto was very welcome to have a little errand boy, no, a new roommate.
Now Chōjirō Sasakibe looks like a boy of about twelve or thirteen years old. He wears thin clothes and doesn't even have a pair of shoes. It would be embarrassing to take him out in this image. Clothes make the man, and saddles make the horse. For a kid like you, you should make a set of clothes that fit you, and then receive education, of course not re-education through labor.
"Chōjirō, do you know what is most important if you want to stay in the Gotei 13?" asked Yamabuki Haruto. Chōjirō Sasakibe shook his head. Actually, his idea was very simple. He just wanted to have a place to eat and no longer have to live the wandering life he used to. Although he was not very old now, he had to take care of his younger sister so he maxed out his housekeeping skills. He could do any job such as washing clothes, cooking, and cleaning.
"No no no! These are not important. The servants of the Shihōin family will do it for us. If you want to stay in the Gotei 13, the most important thing is to be able to fight! Starting tomorrow, I will let the old man teach you swordsmanship. Anyway, Yamamoto has nothing to do." Yamabuki Haruto directly pushed the most troublesome thing to old man Yamamoto.
Are you kidding me? How could I possibly accept a disciple?and…
From the previous battle, he had deeply realized his own shortcomings. A truly strong man must be a hexagonal warrior. It is tougher than a tank, can beat a berserker, has better burst than a mage, and has better output than a shooter. A healer's restorative touch, and a supporter's tactical genius! If you advance, you can fight five alone; if you retreat, you can wait for twenty rounds. Bah, I just said it!
If we use the worldview of Bleach, a hexagonal warrior must have the output of old man Yamamoto, the healing capacity of Unohana Retsu, the speed of Yoruichi Shihōin, the spiritual pressure of Sōsuke Aizen, the Kidō of Tessai Tsukabishi, and the IQ of Kisuke Urahara! This is the real Shinigami! As for whether the goal can be achieved? How should I know? I haven't tried it! That crappy system disappeared and just gave me a title.
Although Chōjirō Sasakibe didn't understand what this big brother was saying, he always felt that he was very powerful and impressive! So early the next morning, Yamabuki Haruto carried the half-asleep Chōjirō Sasakibe to old man Yamamoto for special training.
Yamamoto is very satisfied with his vice-captain. He is growing very fast. Just by going out for a walk, his spiritual pressure has doubled. Although he is still not as good as Saito Fuumaobushi and Shihōin Chihiro, as long as he is given some more time to grow, Yamamoto believes that Yamabuki Haruto will definitely become his powerful deputy.
As for the kid sitting next to him, dozing off with snot bubbling in his nose... Seeing that Yamamoto had a bad look on his face, Yamabuki Haruto attacked Chōjirō Sasakibe with a knife on the head.
"pain!!"
"Pay attention to the lecture!" Yamabuki Haruto shouted.
Chōjirō Sasakibe was so frightened that he sat up straight. Yamamoto shook his head slightly, this kid is incorrigible! Forget it, just treat it as an auditor.
"Yamabuki, what do you want to learn? I can teach you." Yamamoto said.
"Captain, after this battle with Xu, I have deeply realized the shortcomings of my own strength. I want to learn more about Kidō to make up for my shortcomings." Yamabuki Haruto said.
"Yeah!" Yamamoto nodded. He knew how to find his own weaknesses in battle and learn from them. He is worthy of being the talent that I have selected.
"Okay! Then let's start learning from the basics. Follow me." Yamamoto glanced at Chōjirō Sasakibe and found that the child had a confused look on his face. He was a rotten tree that could not be carved!
The three of them came to the Shihōin family's training ground. It just so happened that Shihōin Chihiro was also here. After explaining their purpose, Shihōin Chihiro said with a smile, "Want to practice the Kidō? Don't worry, there's a barrier set up here, so it won't be easily destroyed."
"Since you said so, I feel relieved." Yamamoto turned to Yamabuki Haruto and said, "Yamabuki, I will teach you a relatively basic broken way. Watch carefully."
Yamabuki Haruto concentrated his attention. Yamamoto pointed his palm at a target in the distance: "Hadō No. 88, Hiryu Gekizoku Shinten Raiho!"
A golden-blue beam of light with a diameter of two meters spurted out from the hand of old man Yamamoto. The violent spiritual pressure was so intense that no one else present dared to look up. Chōjirō Sasakibe even screamed in fear of suffocation. Yamabuki Haruto hurriedly stood in front of Chōjirō Sasakibe to help him block some of Yamamoto's spiritual pressure. The beam of light exploded in the distance, creating an extremely violent air wave that took several minutes to calm down.
"Well! Yamabuki, have you learned this relatively basic Hadō?" Yamamoto asked.
Old man, do you have any misunderstanding about the basics?You call the broken path of number 88 the basics?Please don't measure me by the basis in your eyes!What's with that hopeful look on your face?You don't expect me to learn this difficult technique just by looking at it, do you?I...I...I think I really learned it!
Yamabuki Haruto swallowed hard, he knew that he was the child of destiny and extremely talented, but he never expected that he could completely understand the trajectory of spiritual pressure and the composition of Hadō No. 88 with just one glance!
"You try it!" Yamamoto said.
Yamabuki Haruto imitated Yamamoto and raised his hands, gathering his spiritual pressure: "Hadō No. 88, Hiryu Gekizoku Shinten Raiho!"
A golden-blue beam of light burst out from his hand. Of course, its power and authority were far inferior to Yamamoto's, perhaps not even one-fifth of old man Yamamoto's, but he had indeed learned this Kidō!