Dōsan Hanyū Becomes a Target

Dōsan can accept salt being mistaken for sugar, but he absolutely cannot accept oil being mistaken for vinegar.

What's even more unacceptable is that when Dōsan pointed out the problem, Tatsuki was still stirring the food in the pot, saying, "They're all about the same, about the same, no problem."

Did they use oil instead of vinegar, turning a sweet and sour dish into something like stir-frying with oil?

When Tatsuki Arisawa brought the dishes to the table, Dōsan took a bite with a blank expression.

Is it still edible?

The sweet and sour flavor turned into a salty and mild flavor. Although it was a different taste, it was actually quite nice.

Tatsuki Arisawa picked up a piece, his eyes shining. "Hmm, a new flavor, not bad."

Dōsan's values are about to collapse after just one or two bites.

If Dōsan's cooking skills are described as "edible," it means that Tatsuki Arisawa's level of skill is somewhat extraordinary.

Is this okay?

Is cooking really that simple?

"Is it delicious? I want some too!"

A hideous black Hollow opened its massive maw and the Roar at Dōsan, its Spiritual Pressure beginning to boil.

"Tasty!!"

Tatsuki inexplicably felt a chill run through her body, as if she were under immense pressure. Her gaze fell on the empty space, and although she couldn't see anything, she could keenly sense that something was there.

"Sorry, Arisawa-kun, they're here to see me."

Dōsan sighed. In the world of Soul Reaper, almost everything is linked to Spiritual Pressure, and perception also comes from Spiritual Pressure to some extent.

Therefore, Dōsan Hanyū, who had lost his Spiritual Pressure, did not notice their arrival at first.

"What did you say?" Tatsuki Arisawa could only manage a weak reply.

"You can see me after all, right? You have no Spiritual Power, and you're not the Soul Reaper, so why do you have such an alluring scent?"

Xu was puzzled and moved his large face closer to Dōsan Hanyū.

Dōsan turned around and smiled at Tatsuki, then punched the small fry.

A single punch pierced through the body of the lowly villain, instantly annihilating him.

The battles between Soul Reaper are battles of Spiritual Pressure; this is universally acknowledged and beyond question.

However, unlike some powerful humans, Soul Reaper) evolve their spirits to adapt to their ever-increasing Spiritual Pressure.

Like Tenzō Tenjō Hakuda, possessing the Spiritual Pressure and combat power of a top-tier captain, his spirit body could inflict unbearable damage on the three realms with a single, all-out Hakuda.

He stood there, and even without using his Spiritual Pressure, no ordinary Captain-level could break through his defenses.

Moreover, Dōsan is a super captain whose combat power surpasses that of a top-tier captain. Even if physical strength is not Dōsan's forte, dealing with a few weaklings like Void is no problem for him.

As for strength, in terms of attack and defense, they should have the strength to reach the Captain-level.

However, its speed is even slower than that of a regular Soul Reaper, and its attack methods are severely lacking.

Dōsan first picked up the wooden sword next to the door, then went to the balcony and drew back the curtains.

Under the moonlight, the miscellaneous fish outside looked like dumplings being dropped into a pot, but they didn't attack humans indiscriminately. Instead, they wandered around the space, searching for Dōsan Hanyū.

"Where? Where is it?!"

"Tasty..."

Dōsan smiled faintly, gripped the wooden sword, and then lightly leaped over the edge of the balcony.

"I'm here!"... This is the eighteenth floor.

Dōsan forgot that he had already lost his Spiritual Pressure; at this height, even Tenzō Tenjō would be finished if he fell.

However, how could the Void Realm allow Dōsan to fall down so easily?

There are too many monks and not enough meat; being strong is a win.

A ten-meter-long centipede, floating in the air, lunged at Dōsan, but was trampled under his feet.

Dōsan raised the wooden sword, closed his eyes, and gripped the hilt with both hands.

"One-Sword Style: One Thought Dragon Subduing Flash!"

The wind began to howl. Without Spiritual Pressure, this sword move looked simple and unadorned. The sword pressure was unleashed and landed on the swarm of voids in front of him, which were like a swarm of locusts crossing a river. In an instant, the small voids directly in front of Dōsan were annihilated.

Because there was no Spiritual Pressure to protect it, the sword technique, which was unleashed by the pressure of Dōsan Hanyū spiritual bodies, shattered the wooden sword.

I was careless.

Dōsan looked at the Garganta in the distance, one after another, and the increasing number of small, insignificant creatures, and clenched his fist.

Meanwhile, the centipede-like phantom beneath Dōsan's feet began to descend rapidly and uncontrollably. Dōsan stretched out his hands and inserted them into the centipede-like phantom's body as he fell.

Just as he was about to lose his footing, a blinding Spiritual Pressure, as intense as the sun, emanated from afar.

"Getsuga Tenshō!"

A crescent-shaped attack slashed down from afar, a sword strike infused with Spiritual Pressure shattering the clustered Hollows.

A fairly ordinary Spiritual Pressure at the Seated Officer-level, coupled with rather crude sword pressure techniques.

But it must be mentioned that the orange-haired Soul Reaper boy carrying what looked like an enlarged cleaver saved his life.

"Hanyū-kun, are you alright?"

The blonde girl, Orihime Inoue, stood energetically beside Dōsan.

"No, thank you for coming to help you, but you can call me Dōsan. I'm not a classmate."

"You're welcome, Hanyū-kun."

Orihime extended her slender hand in a salute, and then readily agreed.

The orange-haired boy rushed into the virtual group, wielding a black cleaver and began hacking wildly.

"Getsuga Tenshō."

"Getsuga Tenshō."

"Getsuga Tenshō."

Dōsan's eyelids twitched as he watched. If he had used such crude skills during training with the Second Division or the Shin'ō Noble Guard, Dōsan would have definitely taught him a lesson.

What is his name?

"This is Kurosaki-kun, Ichigo Kurosaki."

The girl placed her hands on her chest as if in prayer, but even Dōsan could see through her romantic feelings.

'Ichigo Kurosaki.'

Dōsan couldn't help but murmur the name. It was too familiar. This name was like a demon in Dōsan's heart. He had desperately wanted to know who this name belonged to.

"Hey, Kurosaki, let's see who kills more Hollows this time."

White robes, white bow, arrows flying like lightning—such a combination, such Spiritual Pressure, could only Quincy.

Ishida's Spiritual Pressure was not as Ichigo Kurosaki's, but his attacks were far more Kurosaki, and the two were actually quite evenly matched in their speed of destroying Hollows.

"This is Ishida-kun, Uryū Ishida."

Dōsan squinted and muttered the name again.

"Never heard of it."