Yachiru's Legacy

Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts Training Grounds.

"Hey, are you dead or not? If you are, I'll step over your corpse." Number 360, with his long, straight black hair tied up, squatted next to Sōji Sanjō, his eyes blinking incongruously.

Sōji Sanjō lay sprawled on the ground, feeling utterly ashamed. He couldn't even lift his face, remembering his earlier boastful words and arrogant pronouncements.

I've already tried so hard, so why is there such a big gap?

With his superior skills in Hakuda, Kidō, and swordsmanship, Sōji Sanjō, who was filled with ambition after reuniting with Dōsan Hanyū, was completely overwhelmed and rendered numb.

Not to mention the Sanjō, the other four trainees were also bewildered.

They knew of Sōji Sanjō's reputation; he was the number one person to be reborn three times and cultivated for more than ten hours every day.

Isn't Number 360 the worst student in the class?

Isn't it true that he's good for nothing but annoying the teacher?

Being late or skipping class is considered part of the "good student" model.

Smearing glue under classmates' and teachers' seats and putting insects in them is considered a common practice.

She's incredibly strong.

Over the past six months, the organization of the Artificial Soul has been fully established, and it has also been incorporated into the Soul Reaper combat system.

However, the Artificial Soul Corps and the Soul Reapers did not get along well.

It's not just discrimination, or rather, only a small part of it stems from Soul Reaper's discrimination against Artificial Souls.

More than anything, it was because they couldn't bear to.

In every battle, their comrades are risking their lives, and if the situation turns slightly unfavorable, the Artificial Souls will unleash some desperate moves.

There's no other way, because the purpose of creating Artificial Soul is precisely to serve this function.

In the long run, which Soul Reaper could accept that?

In order to expand their influence, some of the Artificial Soul carefully selected by Ichimonji Tsunayashiro began to infiltrate the Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts.

Experts see the details.

Just now, the sword attack between Number 360 and Sōji Sanjō even made Dōsan Hanyū's heart flutter.

Although Dōsan was not skilled in swordsmanship, he could still see the extraordinary nature of the Number 360 swordsman.

Number 360 seemed to notice Dōsan Hanyū's gaze and proudly curled his nose, "Does Teacher Hanyū know Yachiru?"

Yachiru?

Dōsan Hanyū naturally thought of that pink-haired loli with her little feet sticking out of her head and who couldn't remember people's names.

"The Yachiru" refers to a group that has mastered eight thousand different sword styles across the three realms and has killed countless people, hence the name "Yachiru."

The students were also shocked, and even Dōsan Hanyū was taken aback.

The trainees were astonished to learn that such a person actually existed.

What shocked Dōsan Hanyū was that the sweet-voiced, pink-haired little girl was really that terrifying?

Yachiru is very strong; Dōsan Hanyū could sense it, but the sheer number of lives he's taken...

Imagine Yachiru with her hands behind her back, a sinister smile on her face, and then the scene before her eyes is one of corpses strewn everywhere.

Dōsan Hanyū thought it was quite possible!

That's true. How could someone who's been around Kenpachi Zaraki be harmless?

It's not Dōsan's fault. Dōsan Hanyū usually just cultivates and reads. But the other one, Yachiru, who has killed countless people, is from a very distant era and is simply beyond Dōsan Hanyū's reach.

'You do have some knowledge.'

Number 360 muttered to himself, pointing to himself, "When I was born, my soul was edited with the swordsmanship instincts of the Yachiru; I am essentially a weakened copy of the Yachiru."

"Hiss..."

Seeing the arrogant attitude of Number 360, the trainees gasped in surprise.

Has the Tsunayashiro Clan already reached this level?

Although battles primarily depend on Spiritual Pressure, imagine how powerful Tsunayashiro's Artificial Soul Corps would become if the skills and experience of strong individuals could be incorporated into their Artificial Soul Bodies!

However, some insightful individuals have already recognized the drawbacks of the Artificial Soul Technology.

Artificial Soul Technology continues to develop, the Seireitei will truly continue to be dominated by this group of people.

If the fearless Artificial Soul were to rebel, what would become of Soul Society?

Dōsan nodded in approval of Number 360's performance, feeling a sense of pressure himself.

"Teacher Hanyū."

Following the sound, Dōsan Hanyū looked toward the person who had spoken.

She was a girl with an air of nobility; the original Rizukihime Kasumiōji was more like a young lady from World of the Living conglomerate.

The female student in front of me was also wearing a school uniform, only with some aristocratic decorations on her head, but her demeanor was quite extraordinary.

There was even an empty circle around her, the difference between her and the other students was like heaven and earth.

"Teacher Hanyū, we hope you can defeat Number 360 with your kendo skills and prove that you are truly worthy of being our kendo teacher."

The female trainee spoke without any hesitation.

Dōsan glanced at her. "Do you think I'd really like to be your teacher?"

He would be thrilled to receive a salary without doing anything.

Even being locked up in that luxurious the Jail, Central 46, would be fine.

Eat as much as you want, drink as much as you want, and there's hardly any pressure.

"Teacher Hanyū, please agree to Princess Anzuhime."

"Lord Hanyū as powerful as you wouldn't be afraid of losing, would you?"

"Teacher Hanyū, we will not agree to have you as our kendo instructor unless you agree."

Not to mention that Dōsan Hanyū has already lost the trust of the Thirteenth Division and has been demoted to the Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts.

Even when Dōsan Hanyū was at the height of his fame, there were still people who dared to belittle Dōsan Hanyū and curry favor with the Tsunayashiro Clan.

"Would Teacher Hanyū like to give me some pointers?" Number 360 showed off her long, white legs.

Although he didn't know who Anzuhime was, Dōsan Hanyū didn't hesitate much; he always did the same thing.

In the world of Seireitei, ultimately, one must prove oneself through strength.

Wasn't it the same when I joined the Second Division?

Dōsan Hanyū and Number 360 each held a wooden sword, facing off against each other.

"Drink!"

Number 360 doesn't care about chivalry; he'll just draw his sword.

Kendo is generally practiced by nobles nowadays, and in a simple kendo match, there is usually a series of etiquette rituals first.

The wooden sword was rather light, Dōsan Hanyū was actually a little unaccustomed to it, especially since he had just been imprisoned in Central 46 for three months.

Number 360's slash was incredibly fast, aimed at Dōsan Hanyū's side waist.

Dōsan easily dodged it.

In swordsmanship, Spiritual Pressure is not used; skill is what matters.

But strength, reaction time, and vision—these cannot be concealed.

The sword strike Number 360 was already quite stunning.

"Watch out, Teacher Hanyū."

Dōsan Hanyū remained calm and composed, then swung his wooden sword horizontally, aiming straight for Number 360's wrist.

At that speed, it's certain that Dōsan Hanyū would have struck his own wrist first.

Number 360 knew perfectly well what was going on, but had no choice but to switch from offense to defense, trying to block Dōsan Hanyū's attack.

"Snap."

The gap in strength and physical fitness was irreconcilable; with one strike, the Number 360 wooden sword fell to the ground.

"Teacher Hanyū, if we're just relying on strength, then this fight is meaningless. After all, you are Hanyū's former captain."

This time, the sound was rather unpleasant.