Kuchiki, Do You Know of Any Medicine for the Brain?

How powerful is the Tenzō Tenjō for developing spiritual entities?

Even ordinary captains cannot inflict effective damage on it, and in its special form, Tenzō Tenjō can even withstand Bankai with its own body.

However, upon closer analysis, including the research report given by the Twelfth Division, it was found that Tenzō Tenjō's performance was exaggerated.

Spirits, by their very nature, have an upper limit.

The most direct way to break through this limit is to increase Spiritual Pressure.

However, the Spiritual Pressure in the Tenzō Tenjō was not exaggeratedly strong.

Dōsan Hanyū found inspiration for Shunkō's development, which would be difficult for Soi Fon, the Gotei 13, and other active captains.

Even if they knew the direction, it would still take them a hundred years of cultivation.

But Dōsan Hanyū is different.

Long-term, high-intensity training has given Dōsan Hanyū a unique adaptability and skill set.

He could completely imitate the Tenzō Tenjō, develop his own spiritual abilities, and create a unique power that surpasses even the Shunkō.

This technique gave Dōsan Hanyū a new idea and direction.

A few minutes later, seeing that Dōsan Hanyū and Dosan Hanyu were silent, the students calmed down and stopped praising Dōsan Hanyū.

Kyōko Tsunayashiro is still here.

For a time, the students were both intimidated by the status of the Tsunayashiro Clan and respectful of Dōsan Hanyū's strength, at least they were no longer willing to blindly criticize him.

All-rounder.

In terms of combat, the students had not heard of anything that Dōsan Hanyū did not understand.

Needless to say, the swordplay of Zankensōki is also something that Dōsan Hanyū has such insights into, even in the long-neglected field of swordsmanship.

Being versatile doesn't mean being strong, but it certainly doesn't mean being weak, and such talent is truly enviable.

The students now harbored some hostility towards Dōsan Hanyū, and dared not mock the Tsunayashiro Clan anymore; they stammered and could not utter a word.

However, Dōsan Hanyū ignored all of this and was only calculating the time. His strength gave Dōsan Hanyū the right to choose.

His choice was to take good care of the people he needed to take care of and do less useless things.

Judging by the time, get out of class is about to end.

"You should all leave," Kyōko Tsunayashiro spoke first. "You all leave; I have something I want to discuss with Dōsan Hanyū."

Oh?

Dōsan Hanyū was just wondering how to make do with the remaining ten or so minutes when this unexpected good thing happened.

By the way, who is this girl?

Even though they no longer dared to mock their teacher, Dōsan Hanyū, they wouldn't stand up for Dōsan Hanyū.

"By the way, the class next door is having Master Kuchiki's calligraphy lesson."

"Let's go quickly."

"They're gone, they're gone."

The trainees scattered like birds and beasts. They were curious, but they wouldn't risk their lives because of it.

When Number 360 turned around again, he spat the chewing gum he had been chewing into his hand and then pressed it under the table.

After everyone left, Kyōko Tsunayashiro quietly looked at the white-browed boy in front of her.

Before that incident, Kyōko somewhat admired Dōsan Hanyū.

It's not the kind of worship like the San Fan Club.

Those who are trapped in darkness either yearn for the darkness within darkness or pray for the light.

Knowing the history of Soul Society and deeply aware that she has sinful blood flowing through her Kyōko, Kyoko hates her own surname and her relatives want to abandon this sinful bloodline, yet she also smugly enjoys the surname Tsunayashiro.

Her contradictory nature evoked a strange emotion in the young prodigy who rose to fame in Rukongai.

Kyōko saw the affection that Jin'ya had for her.

But the smell of sinful blood is simply nauseating.

Kyōko didn't harbor much hatred towards Dōsan Hanyū; her only point of anger was probably that the Tsunayashiro Clan she should have despised, had been insulted.

This girl asked me to stay, but she didn't say anything.

Wow, such a good thing really exists.

As time ticked by, Dōsan Hanyū even lowered his head to stop himself from laughing out loud.

What a wonderful thing! Although I don't know your name yet, I hope you can come to the next class.

When Kyōko came to her senses, she saw Dōsan lower his head and Dōsan whether he was shy or full of remorse towards her.

It is said that Jin'ya Tsunayashiro even submitted an application to Dōsan Hanyū on his behalf, hoping that he would marry into the family.

Unfortunately, it seems that due to an unexpected event, this did not come to pass.

What a pity.

"Dōsan Hanyū, I can give you one more chance."

Kyōko's calm statement, delivered in a voice devoid of any emotional fluctuation, broke the tranquility of the space.

These words left Dōsan Hanyū completely bewildered.

What opportunity?

Do we know each other?

Fortunately, Kyōko didn't leave Dōsan Hanyū completely confused. "Dōsan Hanyū, I allow you to marry into my family and become my husband!"

Ha?

Dōsan Hanyū looked at the girl who was having an episode.

To be honest, it doesn't fit Dōsan Hanyū's aesthetic.

And he also has a mental illness.

"You should be able to feel my sincerity." Even after saying this, Kyōko Tsunayashiro didn't change anything.

All of this is perfectly natural; it is a gift from the Tsunayashiro Clan, from Kyōko, from Anzuhime.

This is getting stranger and stranger.

Even when Dōsan Hanyū was provoked or looked down upon, he didn't have such complex emotions.

The main problem is, I don't even know who you are.

Looking at the girl's calm yet confident expression, Dōsan Hanyū knew that if he asked her name now...

That might be even more awkward.

Dōsan Hanyū lowered his head, delayed for a minute, and then silently calculated the time.

Three.

Two.

One.

Get out of class dismissed.

"Excuse me, class is over, I have something urgent to attend to."

Dōsan Hanyū Shunpo were incredibly fast; Kyōko Tsunayashiro only felt a blur before her eyes, and he had already disappeared without a trace.

Licking her lips, Kyōko finally changed her expression and smiled slightly.

"Where has your fighting spirit gone, Dōsan Hanyū?"

Byakuya Kuchiki, who had taken his grandfather's place in calligraphy class, leaned against the door, looking like he wanted to keep strangers away.

His approach was indeed effective; many trainees preferred to jump out of the window rather than approach the door that Byakuya had blocked.

Frowning slightly, Byakuya raised his head and said softly to the air in front of him, "You're late, Dōsan Hanyū."

As the last word fell, Dōsan Hanyū stood steadily in front of Byakuya.

"Feel sorry."

Byakuya waved his hand and turned to signal Dōsan Hanyū to follow.

Following behind Byakuya, Dōsan Hanyū Dōsan still thinking about what had just happened. He had been confessed to before, but he had never even seen someone directly ask him to marry into their family.

I've never even heard of that!

Byakuya led Dōsan to a room that resembled a dojo, similar to a private teacher's office; the Kuchiki Clan should provide such preferential treatment.

As soon as Kuchiki opened the door and Dōsan Hanyū entered, he couldn't help but ask, "Kuchiki, you're so knowledgeable, do you know anything about medicine that can cure brain disorders?"