The Swordsman Who Cut Open the Sky

"Wow, so handsome!"

The now-childish Dōsan Hanyū exuded an elegance and composure that captivated these "commoners" from Rukongai.

"Teacher, are you an aristocrat?"

"Teacher, are you the Soul Reaper?"

"Teacher..."

Dōsan Hanyū put his index finger to his lips. "Everyone, one by one. The teacher is indeed a lower-ranking noble, and as for the Soul Reaper, I should be considered one."

Central 46 Chambers should be considered the Soul Reaper, right?

"So, teacher, which squad are you in? Are you Seated Officer?"

Dōsan Hanyū shook his head, and the students' eyes immediately dimmed.

Before his promotion, he was a captain, and a captain of the Shin'ō Noble Guard, who was on par with the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13.

Dōsan Hanyū didn't look fierce, and he was so kind and approachable that these young trainees gradually became bolder and less burdened.

"Teacher, what kind of Kidō do you know?"

What kind of Kidō do I know?

Dōsan Hanyū actually counted on his fingers, but the key point was that he couldn't even count on his fingers the Kidō he knew. "I know quite a lot."

"The teacher is exaggerating."

"Teacher, what can you teach us?"

Dōsan Hanyū confidently answered this question, he had a tiny bit of confidence in himself, "All the Kidō you can learn."

"Haha, then teacher, can you teach me Hadō number 90?"

These children were somewhat impolite.

However, Dōsan Hanyū rarely uses the 90th Hadō, the Black Coffin. He feels it's not very practical and would be better to just use the 99th Hadō, Five Dragon Destruction.

Considering the Spiritual Pressure consumption, the Five Dragon Destruction Technique is still much more cost-effective, even though it's not particularly useful.

Anything that can be recorded and learned in batches has limited strength.

"Hadō 90 is unacceptable; that's against the rules."

Hadō above number ninety are not allowed to be taught privately; in a sense, they are considered forbidden techniques.

However, Dōsan didn't know the specific reason why this kind of Kidō was forbidden.

"I understand, teacher. Are you employed by the Kidō Corps? Are you the Kidō Chief?"

"No." Dōsan shook his head. The changes over the past thirty years could actually be felt in his words and actions.

In the past, these commoners from Rukongai would not have dared to be so presumptuous when facing nobles.

Captain-Commander Yamamoto did indeed change Soul Society, but how much of that change was driven by his own selfish motives?

"Alright, students, follow me to the training ground. Today we'll continue practicing Hadō #31: Shakkahō."

"Good."

Most students felt listless and dispirited upon hearing that they had to attend class.

"Renji, hey, Renji, what's wrong?"

Momo Hinamori tugged at her friend's sleeve. Renji, that straight guy, was just like all the other female classmates, completely mesmerized by Teacher Hanyū.

"Ah?"

The sound beside him startled Renji awake. Renji looked up, he saw Dōsan's back and quickly looked down again.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Momo Hinamori asked curiously.

"Keep your voice down, Hinamori."

"Huh?" Momo Hinamori was already quite shy, and her voice was already very soft, so why Renji so strangely today?

"I think I've mentioned it to you before, the swordsman who sliced through the sky that I saw when I was a child."

Of course I've mentioned it.

As Renji's companions, Hinamori and Kira had heard Renji once.

What dark clouds shrouded the earth? A Soul Reaper, with every gesture like divine punishment, wielded a black blade whose light surpassed the sun, and with a single stroke, he cleaved the sky in two.

"You mean, that swordsman is Teacher Hanyū?" Kira covered his mouth, his voice low but unable to conceal his tone.

"Very similar, extremely similar."

Judging from his tone and posture, the two who knew Renji well knew that Renji was almost certain that Teacher Hanyū was that person.

"But, but, Teacher Hanyū doesn't have Zanpakuto!"

Um?

The two turned around, and it was true.

Why? Is it because of the ban on knives?

After ten years of peace, the Seireitei reinstated the sword ban, prohibiting all Soul Reaper from carrying swords within the Seireitei without prior application.

However, generally speaking, Captain-level, except for a few well-behaved ones, don't care about this kind of thing.

"This is the firing range. Everyone can start practicing."

"Hey, teacher, teach us something else! The Shakkahō is so boring!" a female student said coquettishly, whether she genuinely loved learning or had ulterior motives was unclear.

"The Shakkahō is the most essential of the Kidō learn. Nowadays, Soul Reaper battles are all about Zanpakuto. First, master the Shakkahō, and after successfully graduating, you can slowly learn other Kidō."

Although Dōsan Hanyū is fond of Kidō), for ordinary Soul Reaper, mastering Zanpakuto) is more cost-effective, and it is also easier to achieve the same level of combat power using Zanpakuto.

"The teacher is lying," the female students said coquettishly, and some even started to touch her without restraint.

"Teacher Hanyū, I think you're wrong!" The timid voice, coupled with the firm tone, left the other trainees bewildered.

"Hey, Hinamori, are you crazy?" This usually troublesome boy in the class has been the most well-behaved so far this lesson.

"I believe that Kidō is the foundation of Soul Reaper. Mastering Kidō helps us communicate with Zanpakuto, and I also believe that the potential of Kidō is very high."

It's unimaginable that the well-behaved Hinamori could write such a long speech.

"Yes, you're right. Kidō also has a very high ceiling, but compared to mastering Zanpakuto, it requires more talent."

"The teacher is bragging, the teacher is bragging."

"Unless you let me see Hadō Number Ninety-Nine!"

Dōsan smiled and shook his head. His Spiritual Pressure surged, and the students' vision went black for a moment, but they recovered in an instant, though they didn't know what had happened.

Teacher Hanyū's hair was all flying, and his expression was somewhat serious, but the students couldn't sense any Spiritual Pressure at all.

For some reason, even the most mischievous student stopped teasing them.

With a pull of his Dōsan Hanyū created a mirror-like illusion before the students' eyes.

In the picture, standing next to Dōsan Hanyū, is the most mischievous girl with pigtails; she appears to be in class.

"This is what it looked like during my class yesterday," the girl with pigtails exclaimed. She had been so bored in history class yesterday that she had fallen asleep on her desk.

The scene in the mirror should be similar to what it was back then.

How amazing!

It wasn't over yet. Dōsan Hanyū reached into the world of the mirror and then gently tapped the illusory sleeping twin tails in the mirror with his fist.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

The mirror world shattered, leaving only the real world, where a girl gently rubbed her flushed forehead and pouty pigtails.

What's this?

A magic trick?

Magic?

Dōsan Hanyū shook his head, looking at the students who finally seemed to be attending class, "This is Kidō."

"Essentially, it's not much different from the Shakkahō."