The Loss of Kidō
"The Sovereign! Masks of flesh and blood, all things, soaring wings, things bearing the name of humanity! Scorching heat and strife, surging southward across the sea, marching forward!"
"Hadō 31: Shakkahō!"
Ōmaeda chanted with a solemn expression, the surrounding Spiritual Pressure like boiling water.
Flames erupted from his palm, and the Shakkahō fired, instantly shattering the targets on the training ground.
It was completely sealed off; the target was reduced to undetectable powder.
Ōmaeda first gave a light snort, then turned his head with great pride, "This is Hadō Thirty-One."
Dōsan, who was resting nearby, nodded in approval. The use of the Shakkahō was quite brilliant.
By observing the subtle signs, one can see the Ōmaeda's demonstrated Kidō abilities would make him a formidable Kidō instructor at the Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts.
Maybe he can win?
But when Ōmaeda turned around, he was completely stunned to see six female students staring intently at Captain Dōsan without blinking.
Ladies, this is going to kill you.
After all, we also need to consider the impact. We can't exactly tell them that each of them spent over 20,000 rings to go on stage and commit suicide for the audience's entertainment.
The Kidō Suicide Society can't even use the Shakkahō. You can't even do that, yet you're still watching others. You might as well just commit suicide now.
How did my big eyes end up choosing them?
Two of them were cute girls, and I was too soft-hearted to ask for 3,000 less.
Seriously, if I could turn back time, I would definitely...
Pay more!
The team was divided into two groups: the suicide team, who had "zero foundation" in Kidō, was taught the most basic Kido by Ōmaeda, and the advanced Kidō by Nanao Ise.
Dōsan wasn't trying to slack off; it's just Dōsan he himself had no experience in cultivating the Kidō.
He cultivated the Kidō by relying on the Ganju. Although he himself found it very effective, Dōsan's attempts to promote it were met with challenges.
After training all morning, Ōmaeda sat listlessly Dōsan. Even though he was on the verge of death, he still had to maintain a good relationship with Dōsan so that he could keep the female team members company when they were buried together.
"Captain Dōsan, oh dear."
A female team member, with extremely poor acting skills, tripped over her own feet with her left foot, then stepped on her left foot with her right foot, and finally fell flat on her face towards Dōsan.
She got so into the role that before Dōsan could react, the female Soul Reaper's forehead had already slammed solidly into the ground.
The female companion next to her completely ignored the loser lying on the ground, and even secretly stepped on her foot.
"Captain Dōsan, could you teach us?"
What should be taught?
Horse stance training method?
Dōsan, on the contrary, became genuinely interested.
"Hey, Dōsan, are you popular?" A cheerful voice, tinged with the smell of alcohol, approached Dōsan.
Without Isshin Shiba's restraint—no, his drinking habits— Rangiku either drinking or on her way to drink.
His face was flushed, and he was shaking his head and swinging the wine bottle.
Still drinking?
Rangiku Matsumoto certainly possesses a certain level of Kidō), but this also includes Dōsan's understanding of her, as well as the information the Second Division has about Rangiku.
Rangiku Matsumoto's Kidō level can only be described as slightly above average at the Vice-Captain-level. With this level of strength, she is not absolutely safe in this sinful killing society.
"Sister Rangiku."
Although Dōsan felt awkward about choosing the Second Division back then, Dōsan still spoke up, wanting Rangiku to take this matter seriously.
"Ha?"
Rangiku reached out and tucked Dōsan under her arm. Although she was already seven-tenths drunk, Rangiku subconsciously remembered that she couldn't force Dōsan to drink.
Dōsan glanced discreetly at the unsuspecting Soul Reaper and quietly slipped the scroll to Rangiku.
"Let me see... What? It's so dangerous?"
In every Kidō Exchange Meeting, the Kidō Master leads one or two Vice-Captain-level Soul Reaper.
The Kidō priest really went there to perform and exchange ideas.
Rangiku's alcohol level immediately dropped by a third, and her first thought was that Isshin Shiba was up to no good. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and she tilted her head back and drank the wine in her glass in one gulp.
"Then I definitely need to drink some more." Rangiku blinked her pale silver eyes, licked her lips, and looked like a greedy little kitten.
"Huh? Dōsan remained silent, just showing a normal expression."
"Yes, Dōsan San hasn't shown any new expressions all day."
"Dōsan, could you demonstrate Kidō? Third Seat Ōmaeda's demonstration wasn't quite right." A female Soul Reaper rested her chin on her hands.
Am I not very standard?
Ōmaeda pointed speechlessly to his large face.
Even Nanao Ise, from the advanced group, was speechless as she looked at the group whose eyes were full of stars but who had no interest in training.
Although she was willing to obey and agree to sacrifice.
But even now, Nanao still can't understand why the Captain Kyōraku sent her here to keep these bored, love-obsessed people company.
Looking at the hopeful eyes of each of the female Soul Reapers, Dōsan sighed.
Although he was forced into this situation, they were caught up in it, and to put it bluntly, Dōsan Hanyū couldn't completely sever ties with it.
Dōsan stood up and Shunpo appeared in front of them. Before the shadow behind him had even disappeared, Dōsan was already standing in front of them.
There was a gasp of surprise, accompanied by a continuous clicking sound. Dōsan never dreamed that their shutter speed was faster than Dōsan own Shunpo.
"Next, I'll demonstrate the Hadō #4: Byakurai."
The female Soul Reapers stared at Dōsan Hanyū with starry eyes.
Feeling somewhat uneasy, Dōsan held up two fingers and pointed them towards an open space.
"Hadō #4: Byakurai".
The Soul Reaper, who was in charge of taking photos, had to press his eyes right up to the camera lens.
The other female fans stared intently, even forgetting to breathe.
But after a moment, nothing happened.
Um?
The female Soul Reapers shook their heads, exchanging bewildered glances.
Dōsan, on the other hand, looked completely bewildered.
He can't feel it anymore.
When Dōsan raised his hand earlier, he had a strange feeling, as if something invisible was entwined around Dōsan's soul.
By abandoning chanting, he can unleash the Kidō.
Why?
This strange phenomenon has been studied by Kūkaku, Isshin, and even the academy's dean and Captain-Commander Yamamoto, and even discussed with Dōsan in private.
Dōsan couldn't explain it either.
However, Dōsan would feel a strange aura helping him every time he used the Kidō.
It wasn't Dao San himself, but rather the energy of this world that was helping Dōsan mobilize this Kidō power.
But.
Now, that feeling is gone.
Even Dōsan felt somewhat uncomfortable when he saw that what he had always possessed was now gone.
"What's wrong, Acting Captain Dōsan?" The most observant of Nanao, noticed Dōsan's unusual behavior.
"Without..."
Taking a deep breath, Dōsan began to chant, "Rulers! Masks of flesh and blood..."
The Shakkahō is Dōsan's most proficient Kidō.
As the third note of the countdown began, Ōmaeda dropped in astonishment, and Rangiku put down her sake bottle.
Those close to him all knew that Dōsan never chanted when he used Kidō.
As he finished chanting, flames gathered in his palm, and the surrounding Spiritual Pressure began to vortex, creating a terrifyingly powerful effect.
Rangiku, Nanao, and Ōmaeda, the three vice-captains, were all very serious at this moment, as their Spiritual Pressure far exceeded the level of the Shakkahō.
Moreover, the Shakkahō in Dōsan's palm is very unstable.
Trusting Dōsan, the three did not immediately make a move, while the remaining female Soul Reaper, feeling the immense Spiritual Pressure, excitedly squealed and cried out.
With a loud "bang!", accompanied by the distortion and spread of Spiritual Pressure, the fireball from the Shakkahō exploded in Dōsan's palm.