The All-Round Genius

"It's confirmed. Captain Soi Fon, Unohana, and several other captains have all accepted the same classified mission." Ōmaeda wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Hmm, so what mission? Where did they go?"

Seireitei is such a small place, and the disappearance of several captains at the same time spread throughout the entire Seireitei in half a day.

What task?

Sweat beaded on Ōmaeda. How did he know about the mission?

But seeing Captain Soi Fon's unfriendly gaze, Ōmaeda's face was covered in greasy sweat.

"Perhaps, a top-secret mission?"

"Bang!"

Soi Fon kicked him, Ōmaeda.

"Come at me all at once!" Soi Fon shook off Captain's Haori, and a surge of Spiritual Pressure began to rise.

Swish swish swish

Dozens of figures surrounded Soi Fon; this was her guard, the Thirteenth Division, the execution squad that struck fear into the hearts of the entire Seireitei.

Swish.

Facing their superior, the Punishment Force' expressions remained unchanged, their movements perfectly synchronized, as if they had rehearsed countless times before simultaneously drawing their Zanpakuto.

The Spiritual Pressure surged throughout the space, and the Punishment Force, like bullets, charged toward their superiors with murderous intent.

Soi Fon's face grew increasingly gloomy, her eyes glazed over, and her thoughts had long since wandered elsewhere. But Soi Fon, known for her diligence, was instinctively ready to react.

"Bang!"

Soi Fon kicked out with her right leg with an extremely large amplitude and exaggerated posture, sending the unfortunate Punishment Force flying backward.

Although Soi Fon had already suppressed her Spiritual Pressure, and this attack wouldn't be fatal, it was still a bit excessive from the perspective of regular training.

The Punishment Force remained unfazed, and taking advantage of Soi Fon's Zanpakuto footing, they plunged their Soi Fon straight into her vital points.

Soi Fon's right foot slammed down, and the ground cracked open around it. The entire Second Division barracks and the other members of the Second Division, who were unaware of what was happening, felt the earth shake violently.

The intense Spiritual Pressure emanating from the crack in the ground sent a group of people flying.

Immediately following, at the crack in the ground, Soi Fon unleashed her Hakuda, dancing gracefully like a performer on a stage.

Suddenly, a slight pain in her arm brought her back to her senses. This attack had no effect on her at all, but it made Soi Fon truly realize that they had become stronger.

The root of their strength lies in Dōsan Hanyū.

"Enough!"

The sound was like a thunderclap. Before the Punishment Force with spare strength could react, Soi Fon swung her leg and kicked her group of subordinates away.

Soi Fon turned her head and tiptoed away.

Ōmaeda, who had been pretending to be dead for fear of being beaten again, suddenly stood up.

"Captain Soi Fon, where are you going?"

He was genuinely worried that Captain Soi Fon might have a moment of despair and go to Captain-Commander Yamamoto to fight him.

"I'm going to the Tenth Division!"

She, Soi Fon, is a loyal warrior, unlike Yoruichi Shihōin, but going to find those two heavy drinkers in the Tenth Division has nothing to do with loyalty!

"Watch out, Captain!"

Ōmaeda was still worried.

Be careful, you still owe me several million rings.

"Although I still want to use you, kid, didn't you go a bit too far?"

Sensing that Kensei was out of danger, Hirako's tone returned to its usual flippant and languid manner, and the murderous intent in his eyes faded.

"... Don't you feel like you're doing something completely meaningless?"

Dōsan Hanyū let out a soft breath, his eyes gradually turning cold.

"Unjustifiably obstructing outsiders who are carrying out their duties."

"A bizarre provocation and fight."

"Arrogant language."

"Are you indifferent, or do you think this is just a joke?"

What Dōsan Hanyū finds most annoying is self-righteousness, arrogance, and those who inexplicably stand before him with the air of a victor, talking to themselves.

The Jinmao in front of him was almost the type of person that Dōsan Hanyū hated the most.

"Honestly, really, it seems you've misunderstood me! I really hate communicating with people. I'd rather use my fists than persuade you to agree to my request."

Disgusting, nauseating.

With a cold look in his eyes, Dōsan Hanyū slowly drew his Zanpakuto, only to find himself inexplicably using his left hand.

It has the same disgusting and repulsive ability as its owner.

While Dōsan Hanyū was still adjusting, Hirako had already moved forward, without using many fancy techniques, and slashed at Dōsan Hanyū with a single blow.

Dōsan raised the black blade Law of Causality, to block in front of him. The Spiritual Pressures of the two sides clashed, but the exchange was brief.

Hirako seized the initiative and struck again, Dōsan continued to block.

During this time, Dōsan Hanyū did not attempt to retaliate with Mirror Reversal, because Mirror Reversal is essentially Kidō, which is the ultimate control. He was not yet used to it, and using such a delicate attack could potentially cause unpredictable consequences.

One cut after another.

Shinji Hirako's slashes were very strange; his attacks were wide and sweeping, with tricky angles, making them even more unpredictable.

From a swordsmanship perspective alone, his attacks differ from traditional styles in Soul Society.

True mastery of swordsmanship ultimately returns to simplicity, but Hirako seems to have taken the opposite path, with his slashes exhibiting extremely complex angles and variations.

But without a doubt, this kind of attack is best suited for Hirako.

"Huh?"

Even though the attack was progressing slowly, the two had exchanged more than thirty blows in the blink of an eye.

Hirako was always on the offensive and in control, but despite having the upper hand, he didn't gain any advantage.

This was something Hirako could hardly believe.

Generally, those who can achieve this level either have Spiritual Pressure overwhelming them, like when facing the Old Man Yama, they feel like a hairy monkey.

They are either incredibly experienced in combat, like Zaraki.

This time, Dōsan Hanyū showed Hirako what the third type of person was like.

Genius.

Hirako had seen geniuses in Kidō, geniuses in combat, geniuses in Spiritual Pressure amplification, and geniuses in Zanpakuto power.

Even the lieutenants of the Gotei 13 can rely on hard work and opportunity; every captain of the Thirteenth Division can be called a genius.

This time, Hirako encountered an all-around genius for the first time.

Another collision, and the two players separated.

This time, Dōsan rushed out and launched the first attack.

This angle?

Hirako raised his sword to block, but suddenly sensed something was wrong. He stepped back, but a flash of blood from his chest seeped into his eyes.

The wound wasn't deep, Hirako looked at Dōsan Hanyū with a serious expression.

Dōsan Hanyū looked back calmly, a faint gray mist spreading from the Law of Causality.