Renji's Clue

"Stay vigilant and don't stray too far from us. This mission isn't that simple."

When they arrived at the gathering point in South District 78, Soi Fon waved to them again, instructing them to keep watch around the area, and gave them several reminders before they left.

At this point, they only need to check some details, so they don't need to go too far.

Soi Fon, standing beside Dōsan Hanyū, wore a calm expression that concealed a hint of regret.

I'm such an unlucky guy.

She meant to help Dōsan, but ended up doing something wrong again. Looking at the back of the figure in front of her, Soi Fon clenched her fists.

She wanted to speak out, to risk her life to ensure Dōsan's safe escape, but Soi Fon knew that with her strength, it was just a joke.

I'm still the same as before, incompetent and unable to do anything.

However, just a few months ago, Dōsan Hanyū didn't seem to be much taller than me, but now he's already this tall.

The District 78 is a gathering place.

Not only was there the stench of poverty, but also a persistent, strong smell of blood.

Dōsan watched this scene quietly. Before entering the gathering point, Dōsan Hanyū had already sensed that due to the Hollow's attack, the souls that had been devoured were now scattered.

Moreover, the quantity was enormous, indicating that at least five hundred wandering souls were devoured within three days.

But the residents of District 78 didn't care at all, nor did they panic.

In this place, losing hundreds of souls overnight is as commonplace as eating a meal.

"Don't run, you damn redhead, I'll beat you to death!"

A shout came from afar, and a red-haired boy ran towards Dōsan and Soi Fon.

The red-haired boy was holding a worn-out bowl in the water, which had been reduced to a thin layer due to the violent shaking.

"Idiot, if you're so capable, catch up with me!" The red-haired boy made a face arrogantly.

"Don't run, you bastard..." The man chasing him was no joke. He was holding a bamboo pole and would definitely kill if the boy got too close. But when he saw Dōsan Hanyū companions in the direction the red-haired kid was fleeing, he turned around and ran away in fright, wishing he had two more legs.

The red-haired boy, tongue lolling out, stumbled and crashed straight into Dōsan.

The bowl of water was lifted, and Dōsan raised his hand slightly to catch it. The water in the bowl seemed to be manipulated and flowed into the bowl.

"Give."

Dōsan calmly handed the water to the red-haired boy.

"Thank you, thank you."

The red-haired boy was terrified by Dōsan's move; it was like seeing a god.

Not to mention him, even Soi Fon beside him was startled. This casual pull already felt like the flow of the Kidō.

Although this move has no offensive power, in essence, Dōsan Hanyū created a new style of Kidō.

The purpose of the people around him creating this Kidō was actually to fetch water for a red-haired boy.

"I'm not the kind of person who takes advantage of others for nothing. My Renji Abarai, and I'm in charge of the District 78. Mentioning my name around here will definitely get you anywhere."

Dōsan didn't speak, but a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips as he glanced at the water bowl in Renji's palm.

Renji blushed, but couldn't explain why, even though he was just a child, he was indeed very good at fighting.

Even without Dōsan, Soi Fon also discovered that this child possessed Spiritual Power, and that his talent was not weak.

Just as Renji was fleeing for his life, a Spiritual Pressure emanated from him, which Soi Fon keenly noticed.

But what did that have to do with her? Soi Fon didn't feel any appreciation for talent and just stood aside, waiting for Dōsan Hanyū to finish quickly.

In reality Dōsan and Renji's souls should be quite similar, but because their Spiritual Pressure developed too quickly, Dōsan Hanyū appeared much more mature than Renji.

From a World of the Living perspective, Renji looks like a six or seven-year-old child, not even as tall as Dōsan Hanyū's waist, Dōsan looks about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Upon hearing Renji's words, Dōsan did not respond. Instead, he drew his sword and swung it swiftly, slicing it across Renji's shoulder.

Renji was still unaware of what was happening when a black sword slashed down from his body, leaving him too terrified to move.

After swinging the knife, Renji patted himself down and felt no bleeding. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but even his previously heavy and tired body felt lighter.

Renji wasn't stupid. Although he didn't know what this kind-looking, white-browed boy had done to him, it probably wasn't anything bad.

"Don't go out at night," Dōsan advised.

Renji may possess Spiritual Pressure, as he is surrounded by the Spiritual Pressure of many Hollows. When a Hollow descends, he will surely die in this state.

Dōsan casually cleared away the Spiritual Pressure for him.

Soi Fon was a little better than Renji. She didn't feel anything when Dōsan Hanyū sword, but after he did, Soi Fon noticed subtle changes in Renji's body.

Renji was taken aback by Dōsan's reminder.

Dōsan had No Cause interest in Renji; his trembling was becoming more and more violent, and Dōsan could faintly hear No Cause's voice.

'Kill them, kill them all, kill them all!'

After Dōsan Hanyū man had walked several steps away, Renji called out from behind, then came back to their side, "Hey, buddy, what's your name? I, Renji, am here to repay a debt of gratitude."

My name is Dōsan Hanyū.

"Yu, Sheng, Dao, San." Renji muttered the name twice, as if he was trying to memorize Dōsan's name.

Seeing his reaction, Soi Fon became interested as well. "Because you possess the talent of Spiritual Pressure, that's why you feel hungry. If you want a better life, go to the Seireitei, go to the Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts, and mention my name, Second Division Captain, Soi Fon!"

Renji possesses Spiritual Pressure; even if his talent is lacking, as long as he mentions his abilities, enrolling in school shouldn't be a problem.

Of course, this is on the premise that he can successfully travel from the South Rukongai District 78 to the Rukongai District 1.

Hunger, Spiritual Pressure, Seireitei.

Soi Fon's words were brief and offered no explanation, but even this small amount of information was enough to Renji Abarai.

He wasn't from District 1; you might not see a single Soul Reaper here for over a decade. But Soi Fon's words seemed to have opened the door to a new world for him.

"Is this the Spiritual Pressure you're talking about?" Renji squatted down as if he were using the toilet, his face flushed red, but there was indeed a faint fluctuation of Spiritual Pressure around him.

This kid, Soi Fon was somewhat surprised by his talent.

"Yes," Dōsan replied with a smile.

After hesitating for Renji spoke up, intending to share his treasure with the two of them, saying earnestly, "If it's something like this, I'll take you to a place where there's a very strong Spiritual Pressure!"

Soi Fon and Dōsan looked at each other in bewilderment.

The Soul Society isn't a sphere; it has boundaries.

The South District 78 is already considered a spiritless zone, so how could there be any powerful Spiritual Pressure there?

Here comes the clue.