An Inner World Full of Adult Content

"Hmm...?"

Dōsan opened his sleepy eyes, pursed his lips, and then silently sensed.

Although the Shiba Clan's hut was blocked by Sekkiseki, with Dōsan Hanyū's current strength and his sensitivity to Spiritual Pressure, this small amount of Spiritual Pressure was enough for him to sense.

Moving the puppets around him to a corner, Dōsan, leaning against the corridor and yawning, arrived at the training ground gate.

"Ah..."

A groan instantly snapped Dōsan's still-drowsy eyes open, dispelling some of his sleepiness.

If you do this, I won't be sleepy anymore.

I stepped forward gently and pushed open the sliding door.

Inside the training ground, Ganju Shiba sat cross-legged, his face already covered in sweat.

"Call."

But Ganju paid no attention. He remained cross-legged, or rather, he no longer had the strength to stand up. His legs trembled, and the Spiritual Pressure around him rose like a coiled dragon.

What are we practicing?

It looked quite impressive, but in Dōsan's opinion, it seemed to be of little use.

"Fine, seeing a plot that's not what I wanted to see," Dōsan yawned and was about to close the door.

After all, it's normal for Brother Ganju to act strangely sometimes.

Dōsan's hand slid gently, making no sound at first, but Ganju, who had been releasing Spiritual Pressure, sensed Dōsan's presence with his foolish sixth sense.

I Have a Scroll of Kidō God and Deity Illustrations

Is it Dōsan?

Dōsan, who had initially been reluctant to cooperate, could only hum in agreement. He had an early class the next day and was thinking of getting some sleep.

"I didn't expect you to find out after all." Ganju shook his head with a sigh. Before Ganju could finish speaking, Dōsan's hand was on the door frame, unsure whether to pull it or not.

"Come in, Dōsan, I'll tell you everything you want to know." Ganju tilted his head back, as if ready to offer himself at any moment.

Ha?

A direct refusal would probably hurt Brother Ganju's feelings.

Sigh, Dōsan shook his head, then with a "smack," he turned and ran away, pretending he hadn't heard it.

It's not that he's heartless.

Based on Dōsan's experience, Ganju shouldn't be in any serious trouble.

Dōsan's unexpected move surprised Ganju.

"Dōsan, help me! Help me, little brother Dōsan!"

Helpless, Dōsan sat cross-legged next to Ganju with a helpless expression and dark circles under his eyes.

The sturdy Ganju, resembling a bear, wore a reminiscent expression, clearly indicating that I was about to start rambling. "I know, my elder sister has something on her mind, it's related to Father."

"I know that Brother Kaien doesn't support Sister Kūkaku."

"But I know..."

"Wait, Brother Ganju." Seeing that Ganju knew more and more, Dōsan quickly stopped him, "I know what you want to say, but you don't have to be so tactful."

The atmosphere was ruined, and Ganju rolled his eyes at Dōsan with some displeasure. After carefully considering his words, he finally only said one sentence.

I want to become stronger.

"Yeah, I want to too." Dōsan pursed his lips; becoming stronger would mean he could use his Zanpakuto less often.

"I'm serious." Ganju glared. "I've been studying the history of the Seireitei lately. In the era before Zanpakuto, some geniuses could awaken their abilities without using Zanpakuto!"

Yes.

The Zanpakuto is merely a medium; Dōsan already knows this.

However, historically, there is no need for Zanpakuto to awaken their abilities; Dōsan Hanyū only knew two of them.

One is the Tenzō Tenjō.

One of them is Dōsan himself.

Although he prides himself on hard work, Dōsan has to admit that this ability might really be innate.

"There's no other way. I suggest you focus on practicing your Zankensōki's techniques."

"Ah!

"!" Ganju reluctantly continued to ask, "Then, with my talent, when can I help Sister Kūkaku?"

Seeing the Ganju eagerly awaiting the answer, Dōsan was too embarrassed to tell the truth, and instead said rather tactfully, "I estimate that in a hundred years, you'll be Captain-level."

The Ganju. A hundred years had passed; by then, his sister's hair would probably be taller than him.

"Even you can't do anything? Then I guess I'll just have to continue on my own." The researcher sounded somewhat disheartened.

That's wonderful! I've been waiting for you to say that.

In order not to "alarm" Brother Ganju, Dōsan deliberately slowed down his pace.

"Hey, Dōsan," Ganju covered in cold sweat, "If I die from exhaustion here, I'm entrusting my sister to your care."

You think I'd fall for that?

Do you think I'm still the same person I was a few months ago?

He shook his head dismissively, Dōsan no sign of letting go of his feelings.

"What a pity. Knowing you like dolls, I ordered a lot of doll costumes for you from the doll shop."

Dōsan slowed his pace, thought for a moment, and said, "Since you're gone, I can collect it on your behalf."

"Dōsan, if I'm gone, please take good care of my brother, my sister, Koganehiko Shiroganehiko, and the First Division Captain, the Second Division Captain, the Third Division Captain, the Fourth Division..."

Alright.

"I'm really scared of you." Dōsan turned back again, his face dark. If he didn't stop him, wouldn't Brother Ganju talk until the wee hours of the morning?

Hehehe.

Dōsan stood before Ganju and softly spoke, "Effort will be rewarded..."

Dōsan's voice was faint, but it sounded like thunder to Ganju, leaving him dazed and confused.

Will hard work always pay off?

The Ganju murmured.

At that moment, Dōsan's eyes flashed with a cold light, and then he raised his right hand together, like a sharp blade, and slashed down.

"The Law of Causality ·Humanity!"

This is the ability that Ganju has been dreaming of most: to unleash his power without using his Zanpakuto.

This was the result of the battle against Kuruyashiki Kenpachi.

He realized that the power he possessed allowed him to enforce the complete Law of Causality without being affected.

But for Dōsan, this felt like taking out a loan from his future self, Dōsan felt vaguely uneasy.

The Law of Causality principles of humanity dictate that everything should be aligned with one's own ideals, and that any action taken is therefore correct.

"Doing" means success; correcting errors.

Dōsan's hand chopped down along Ganju's head, and Ganju seemed to be in a different dimension, his eyes wide open.

As the gray fog dissipated, the Ganju's pores shrank slightly.

"You sensed it, Brother Ganju?"

"Huh? I've already learned it?" Ganju patted his whole body in disbelief. "But I don't feel anything."

"No." Dōsan stared wide-eyed at Ganju's back. "You've already mastered the ability."

Behind the Ganju was a woman whose eyes were covered by black ribbons, who wore a noble dress and made no attempt to conceal her ample bosom, her behavior revealing her voluptuous figure.

If Rangiku embodies languor, then the woman before you is radiant beauty.

Dōsan looked at Ganju Ge's materialized ability, clicked his tongue, and couldn't help but speak his mind, "Although I've already assumed the worst of you, I still didn't expect your inner world to be so erotic."

Ha?