Why Was Dōsan Hanyū Only Seven Years Old?

"Calm your mind and surrender your body and soul to your blade."

The new teacher replacing Ōuna is a thin young man with narrow-rimmed glasses. He is currently in the meditation room, Dōsan third-year students.

Everyone sat cross-legged, with a standard Asauchi lying flat on their laps.

Except for one particularly special black knife.

"Wow!" the students exclaimed.

As the students' eyes gleamed with excitement, Dōsan drew his sword. The black blade, smooth and bright No Cause black jade, dazzled the students, and even the experienced teachers couldn't help but take a second look.

Not to mention them, even Rizukihime beside them craned her neck, eager to get a closer look.

"Um, could you please focus your attention on your own knives?"

The new teacher was a bit timid. Seeing that the classroom was in complete chaos, he didn't dare to raise his voice. He just stretched out his hand and pushed the air around with sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Hey! Quiet down, can't you see the teacher is lecturing?" Jinmao- Rizukihime stood up, the biggest troublemaker among the three students now seemingly transformed into a disciplinary committee member.

At this moment, everyone regained their fear of the head of the Kasumioji Clan's branch family. Rizukihime nodded in satisfaction, then glanced at the Dōsan's thigh.

"White-browed guy, put your knife down beside you, so these spineless bastards won't stare at it."

"Yes, yes, yes!" The teacher nodded frantically. "Everyone should also know that placing a knife on your thigh is merely a way of expressing an attitude of equal communication; it's not mandatory."

With Jinmao and Watermelon Head flanking him on either side, Dōsan didn't refuse after hearing what the teacher said.

Rizukihime sat back down, even unintentionally moving slightly away from Dōsan, giving him ample space to place his sword.

Dōsan didn't even glance at her, and placed himself in the gap between himself and Hikaru, despite Hikaru's gaze that seemed intent on killing him.

How infuriating!

The teacher on stage continued explaining, but Dōsan seemed a little distracted at this point.

Ever since his Zanpakuto awakened, he always felt a strange sense of unease whenever he gripped it No Cause.

No Cause he could use it as freely as his limbs, but Dōsan always felt inexplicably uneasy when he grasped it and then released it.

At that moment, he would become inexplicably powerful, but his heart would also become inexplicably empty.

While reaping the rewards, he also felt as if something inexplicably had been lost within him.

The black sword beside him seemed to be surrounded by rising gray mist, which held endless allure and attraction for Dōsan.

No Cause to resist any longer, Dōsan retrieved Bu Yin. With a crisp "click," the young teacher, who was lecturing enthusiastically in front of him, was startled and curled up like a shrimp, supported only by one leg.

He couldn't help but be afraid; his strength was only that of a seasoned Soul Reaper, Zanpakuto hadn't even awakened yet.

"Dao... Dōsan, is there something you need?"

The teacher's frightened voice startled Dōsan awake, and the surrounding classmates looked at Dōsan with some confusion.

Dōsan then awoke in a daze.

Knowing he had caused trouble for his classmates and teachers, Dōsan apologized profusely, first bowing to the teacher and then to his classmates.

What else could they do but forgive?

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well."

"Ah, ah, ah." The young teacher nodded, adjusting his small glasses. "Dōsan, you should go back and rest. You're still a minor; you need to take care of your health!"

This was an unexpected bonus.

Normally, Dōsan wouldn't agree, but today he really wasn't feeling well.

"I'm so sorry, teacher."

Dōsan reached out to catch No Cause, but the moment his hand touched No Cause, he immediately released it as if he had been electrocuted, then chuckled and picked up his knife.

Dōsan's figure disappeared after the classroom.

Rizukihime raised her hand, her voice sweet, "Teacher, I'm not feeling well either, I need to rest too."

"No."

"Why?" Rizukihime pointed to her face in disbelief. "I, Rizukihime, Kasumioji Clan! Why can he rest, but I can't!"

"Because Dōsan's spirit is still a minor, while Kasumiōji- chan, you are already over a hundred years old."

Rizukihime felt as if she had eaten shit, and damn it, Dōsan Hanyū had managed to pull it off again.

They were all so annoying. Turning her head, she saw that her little follower Inorei Hikaru, was actually looking worriedly in the direction of Dōsan Hanyū.

Rizukihime was furious. She reached out and pinched Hikaru's arm twice.

"Waaah..."

Tell me, what exactly are you?

No Cause Dōsan left the classroom, he raised his hand to face the sunlight, only to find darkness in his vision.

He believed the knife had no ill intentions; he trusted that it was connected to his own mind and that he could rely on it.

But why is it that whenever Dōsan holds No Cause, he always feels inexplicably flustered and fearful?

"Hmph, hmph." In the distance, an orange-haired Soul Reaper hummed a song, carrying a stack of papers, and walked towards him.

"Rangiku... Sister?"

Is it a coincidence?

Still...

During my most difficult time, it was Rangiku Matsumoto Rangiku helped me out of my confusion, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

She showed me a different world.

Now, when I'm feeling lost, it's you again.

"Huh? Dōsan."

Rangiku panicked for a moment. She knew it was class time, but she had no desire to ask any questions.

What's there to ask? Isn't it normal for students to skip class?

Rangiku Matsumoto was carrying a stack of papers, about 30 centimeters high. When she saw Dōsan Hanyū, Rangiku panicked and kept searching her mind for her good friend Ōmaeda's schemes.

Currently, Ōmaeda's status in Rangiku's heart is second only to a certain silver-haired girl.

The main thing is that they treat you to expensive wines every day, costing tens of thousands of yuan, and they don't want anything in return. It's hard not to develop a good relationship with them.

Recently, Rangiku, who has been so busy with work that she's going bald, received a plan from her good friend.

Remembering what Ōmaeda, and with Dōsan appearing before her again, Rangiku suddenly burst into tears with a loud "Wah!"

Dōsan was surprised and rushed to Rangiku's side, "Sister Rangiku, what's wrong?"

"Little Brother Dōsan, I never imagined that the last person I would meet in this world would be you. Don't stop me, let me die..."

Dōsan looked at his hand, which he hadn't even had a chance to reach out.

I didn't stop you, did I?

And, Aunt Rangiku, why do you only cry out but don't shed any tears?

"Sister Rangiku, what happened? Why don't you tell me while you drink?"

"I'm talking to you about serious business! Why are you drinking?"

Upon hearing about the sake, Rangiku's cheeks, which had been raised due to "crying," relaxed, and the corners of her mouth turned up, but she forcefully suppressed it, letting out two "humphs," her crying sounding somewhat like coquettish pouting.

Do you have chrysanthemum sake?

"Yes," Dōsan nodded hurriedly, like a chick pecking at rice.

"Let me tell you, if I want to die after I've finished drinking, don't try to stop me!"

West Rukongai, District 49.

A wandering spirit is bound to a simple instrument, and Mayuri Kurotsuchi and Nemu Kurotsuchi are observing various data.

"I am very sorry, Lord Mayuri, but the examination of all 360 individual rogue souls revealed no abnormalities."

No problem.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi turned his somewhat disgusted face to look at the street not far away.

Apart from the reincarnation of Nemu Kurotsuchi, which is currently unconfirmed, all other experimental data are normal.

Scientists need to let the data speak for itself.

This is just an ordinary District 49 Rukongai.

Scientists must also have a rich imagination and keen intuition.

There are definitely some problems here, some things that are beyond his level of understanding.

"I'm getting more and more excited!"

"Lord Mayuri, I've remembered something."

Mayuri Kurotsuchi turned around, looking at Nemu Kurotsuchi, who was growing taller and more intelligent and beautiful, and remained silent for a moment before speaking, "Remember, from now on, when I look at you like this, it means you have to keep talking."

"Yes, I 'Lord Mayuri." Regardless of what Lord Mayuri says, I should apologize first. "Before Dōsan Hanyū was discovered to possess Soul Reaper, we investigated Dōsan Hanyū, and it turned out he was a Dōsan Hanyū spirit who had been in Soul Society for ten years."

"Then why is Dōsan's spirit only seven years old?"