Then Let's Spar with Kidō

"Come in." Soi Fon turned her back to the door, feigning composure.

Ōmaeda looked up, he inexplicably sensed that his captain was acting differently, as if he was somewhat uneasy.

Upon seeing that it was Ōmaeda, Soi Fon's already conflicted feelings turned into anger.

The two schemes almost cost him his life, and what's worse, he somehow managed to use the third one.

The main problem is that Isshin Shiba is too arrogant.

They openly and legitimately retained the position of the Third Seat of the Tenth Division for Dōsan, which was also somewhat of an announcement to the Thirteenth Division.

Aren't the Tenth Division Second Division their rivals now?

They completely disregard Soi Fon. Do they think I spent those dozen Seireitei Communication headlines for nothing?

The thought of that headline photo Soi Fon blush inexplicably. She turned her head and discovered that Ōmaeda was secretly watching her.

Soi Fon became inexplicably impatient and angry.

"Smack!"

Soi Fon slammed her hand on the table. "Too slow! Only seven matches in so long!"

One hundred matches! At least one hundred matches a month for the members of the Second Division and those guys from the 11th Division!

One hundred matches!

We're the Soul Reapers, not an assassin organization. Why should we be chasing sales targets?

Ōmaeda's legs went weak with fear. "Won't the Captain-Commander reprimand us?"

"As long as you follow the plan and don't use any weapons, you don't need to worry about the Captain-Commander."

He's gone mad! The captain's desperate attempt to get Dōsan Hanyū is insane.

Logically speaking, a talented teenager shouldn't be like this.

Could it be that everything said in Seireitei Communication is true?

As the mastermind behind the whole incident, director Ōmaeda thought he knew everything, but it's possible that the two of them developed feelings for each other while filming.

As expected of the captain, if he really gets together with Dōsan Hanyū, will the Shiba Clan then have to take care of the debts owed by the Second Division?

Under Ōmaeda's gaze, Soi Fon felt that the fat man's gaze was extremely piercing.

You bastard, isn't this all your fault?!

Putting emotions aside, Soi Fon's instincts led her to act like a gambler, investing so much only to have it all benefit someone else. How could the proud and arrogant Soi Fon possibly accept that?

Soi Fon glanced at Dōsan Hanyū, "To ensure your plan succeeds as soon as possible, go and challenge Ikkaku Madarame."

Ikkaku Madarame?

That bald guy who can Bankai but stubbornly refuses to move from the Third Seat, causing the entire Third Seat of the Thirteenth Divisions to become a battleground for him?

He thought no one knew about his Bankai, but actually, everyone in the Gotei 13 with good connections knew.

As for how it got out?

A pink-haired little girl who likes to sit on the captain's shoulders and an orange-haired mature woman who likes to drink heavily declare that they have nothing to do with each other.

"Captain, there's no need for that Ikkaku. I feel I can take on the challenge of Yumichika."

Soi Fon rolled her eyes at her subordinate, "You're the Third Seat, Yumichika only the Fifth Seat. Are you really that eager to embarrass yourself?"

Seeing that the captain was determined to sacrifice himself, Ōmaeda's body went limp, and he walked out weakly.

Before joining the 11th Division, he had many things to do, the first and foremost being to make his will.

Rangiku, who was drunk and delirious, staggered back to her barracks, took out a straw doll she had woven in the shape of Gin Ichimaru, and began to prick it hard with a needle.

The naive Rangiku probably never imagined that a conspiracy from the Second Division was looming over her.

10 PM.

The Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts has both outdoor and indoor practice rooms, separated by Sekkiseki.

After practicing Kidō outdoors, Dōsan Hanyū pushed open the door to the practice room.

Inside the practice room, a boy with a watermelon-shaped haircut, dressed in a tight-fitting training suit, was maneuvering and turning using special obstacles.

Judging from the level of Spiritual Pressure emanating from the training room, he must have been training here for a while, at least three hours.

Shunpo.

Dōsan watched with great interest.

The opponent's Shunpo speed is far inferior to mine.

However, it is very flexible and performs exceptionally well in emergency stops and transfers, even better than the Dōsan.

After all, Dōsan has only been cultivating for a short time. Even if he has done the amount of training that others have done in a year in just one month, he still needs to strengthen his practice in the details.

Watermelon Head seemed to sense someone entering, and his steps were no longer as disorderly as before.

The figure moved with a pattern, one body becoming two shadows, like Dōsan attack.

It felt as if two monkeys were jumping wildly at Dōsan in front of him.

Dōsan raised an eyebrow, intending to use Shunpo, but he sensitively sensed the changes in the Reishi around him.

This was discovered by Dōsan during his previous studies of the Kidō.

Unless the assassin is exceptionally skilled at concealing their presence, he can judge whether the other party is hostile by observing changes in the Reishi around them.

Dōsan could even use this move to determine the enemy's attack pattern.

It was not an attack, nor was there any malicious intent.

Dōsan Hanyū made a judgment immediately and did not choose to dodge.

In a split second, the watermelon-headed man used Shunpo and gently pressed down on Dōsan Hanyū's shoulder, a subtle smile appearing on his thick lips.

' Dōsan Hanyū didn't react immediately.'

In a fight, he wouldn't dare say that this strike would definitely kill Dōsan, but it would at least establish a considerable advantage.

Having succeeded with a single blow, Inorei Hikaru offered no sarcasm or provocative words, simply letting go easily. "Sorry Dōsan Classmate, what are you doing here so late?"

"I heard there's a training ground sealed off by Sekkiseki here; I've come to cultivate."

"Cultivating? So late?" Inorei Hikaru's wooden eyelids lifted slightly. "Do you cultivate at this time every day?"

Hikaru initially thought that Dōsan Hanyū was simply curious about the academy's environment.

"Yes." There was no need to hide it, Dōsan smiled, "I usually cultivate until about two in the morning."

The training ground fell silent for a moment.

It was neither shock nor admiration. Xi Guang showed a mixture of surprise, confusion, emotion and other emotions.

"I was once a genius too, but back then I never wanted to, nor would I ever actively cultivate."

Hikaru looked at Dōsan with a puzzled expression, but he concealed the second half of his sentence.

Even so, my peers still can't keep up with me.

"There are no geniuses in the world, and talent always has its limits. Therefore, I believe the true genius in the world is the genius of diligence."

[That's right, Dōsan Hanyū has no talent at all, he just works hard] -- Authoritative certification by Ganju Shiba.

Dōsan's words were true, but they inexplicably made Inorei Hikaru's nose sting with tears, and the joy she had felt from crushing her opponent with her Instant Shunpo was completely swept away.

"I still believe you're a genius, but I don't believe any genius can work harder than me." The watermelon-headed man did a 360-degree backflip, creating distance between himself and Dōsan, and extended a hand in a fighting stance. "Let's have a match!"

"Sure." Dōsan nodded readily, as he himself enjoyed sparring.

Besides, as Brother Ganju said, good sparring between Soul Reaper is the best way to enhance their relationship.

"Then what shall we spar about?"

Hikaru pondered for a moment.

Zankensōki.

Shunpo had just confirmed that there was indeed a gap between them. What he wanted was a fair fight, not ridicule.

Hikaru glanced at the black sword at Dōsan's waist, no longer needing to consider the Zanjutsu.

During class, Dōsan Hanyū said that he defeated Menos Grande with Cero using only Hakuda fighting techniques.

"Let's use Kidō, the most direct Kidō to clash..."

Dōsan Hanyū, who had been somewhat eager to try, suddenly froze, his white eyebrows drooping.

Ganju said that sparring can enhance the friendship between two people.

But are you sure that after the Kidō match, Watermelon Head won't hate you?