Sōji Sanjō
"Boss Dōsan, are you alright? How about we reschedule for another day?"
Sōji Sanjō was on one side, surrounded by nine classmates including Rizukihime and Hikaru. They had agreed to come to the training room to train at this time today.
Although Dōsan himself planned to take a break for a while, simple training had become a habit for him in this period.
"It's okay, I'm fine."
"Leave it to me."
Dōsan -Mitsui-san, who was previously found to Dōsan, is now acting as Dōsan Hanyū's personal medical assistant, following Ōuna's instructions.
Mitsui-san, carrying a large case, hurried forward. Under the bewildered gazes of a group of students, he began rummaging through his equipment. After a few operations, he stared at the data displayed on the case and said, "Mr. Dōsan, the test results are fine. If we want to conduct further examination, we'll need more sophisticated instruments."
"No need, I'm really fine." Dōsan felt a little embarrassed about wasting resources.
Rizukihime, watching from the side, felt a pang of jealousy. Looking at Dōsan's subordinates, her own retainers stood there like wooden statues. Rizukihime turned her head, and Hikaru looked at Dōsan Hanyū with a worried expression.
Rizukihime stood at the back of the group, trembling with anger.
That bastard Hikaru, he's never been this nice to his own sect leader.
'It's not that he can't care about people, he just hasn't met the right one yet.'
Despite feeling nauseous, Rizukihime endured it. She had to bear the humiliation and expose Dōsan's true colors to achieve a magnificent reversal!
"Bang! Smack!"
A loud noise came from afar, and when the group looked up, they saw a huge firework.
"Wow, what beautiful fireworks!" Rizukihime exclaimed, her eyes sparkling.
Dōsan felt that the fireworks seemed somewhat familiar, as if they were the brand-new version of Kūkaku's fireworks, Hanazuru No. 10086.
Impossible.
Kūkaku Kaku hates Soul Reaper the most, and she also makes pickles for them herself. If they don't eat the same thing twice, they can eat for a while.
"Hey, when the fireworks exploded, it looked like someone fell down!"
"Holy crap, it really is!"
"It's too late to save them."
As the fireworks exploded, a figure was seen falling face down from the deepest part of the display.
This was a little interlude, like a performance to add some entertainment.
The group chatted and laughed as they arrived at the training room, which was usually empty at this time of day.
As I said before, the upper limit of Soul Reaper is generally fixed after you are born into the Soul Society.
The increase in Spiritual Pressure of Soul Reaper) is a natural increase.
"Shall we start by practicing Shunpo?"
Dōsan tentatively opened his mouth, Zankensōki Shunpo was still Dōsan's weakness.
"Boss Dōsan, you decide. Whatever training you want, we'll follow."
Sanjō waved their hands dismissively. What a joke! Of the six or seven people here, which one is actually here for training?
Don't be ridiculous. Everyone here, except for that lunatic Rizukihime and that idiot Inorei Hikaru, are just low-ranking nobles on the fringes.
Because someone in their family became Soul Reaper, and the family itself was still weak, they were gradually not accepted by the noble circles and wanted to peacefully pursue the path of a Soul Reaper.
Everyone was happily accompanying the young master in his studies. When Dōsan Hanyū was happy, he became Soul Reaper and helped us out a bit.
Sure enough, after Sōji Sanjō said that, the other random classmates all chimed in.
"Dōsan, classmate," Hikaru suddenly spoke up, drawing everyone's attention with his quiet words, "I have some weights from the Kasumioji Clan here, about a ton, which I think would be perfect for you."
Rizukihime: (๑•̌.•̑๑)ˀ̣ˀ̣
Holy crap, there's a dog.
"Carrying weight shouldn't have much of an impact on Shunpo training, right?" Dōsan was somewhat doubtful. If it were truly useful, he would have used it long ago.
Don't use ordinary training methods to think about Soul Reaper. The essence of Zankensōki is the output and control of Spiritual Pressure, not the adaptation of the body.
"No, Dōsan, although the added weight doesn't significantly improve the speed of your Shunpo (Shunpo), it greatly helps with the micro-management training of Shunpo, which will be very helpful for creating your Mirror Reversal."
"Oh, oh, oh, Hikaru, you've figured it out again."
His companions, surprised and suspicious, distanced themselves from Sōji Sanjō.
It's obvious that Dōsan has a special sense for Hikaru, so why is Sanjō attacking Hikaru at this moment?
Sanjō not only ignored him but continued to speak sarcastically, "Dōsan, don't bother with him. Hikaru has really gone mad with cultivation, always doing those weird things. It might not be suitable for us, much less for a genius like Dōsan."
Hikaru clenched her fist tightly, but then immediately relaxed it.
He has suffered far too much humiliation; these Sanjō or so words are nothing compared to what he has endured.
Moreover, he didn't take Sōji Sanjō seriously to begin with, so it was less of an insult and more of a display of his ignorance.
"Sanjō -kun, actually, I feel that what Hikaru -kun said makes some sense." Thinking that he might have embarrassed Sanjō, since Sanjō meant well, Dōsan continued, "Sanjō- kun, would you like to give it a try?"
The other students who came with the same purpose as Sanjō almost couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh out loud. Sanjō had really gone mad.
Unexpectedly, upon hearing Dōsan's polite words, Sanjō immediately seized the opportunity, saying, "Alright, I'll give it a try too."
How shameless! Now his companions are really starting to look down on Sanjō.
Only Mitsui-san Dōsan, understood the situation and couldn't help but sigh.
Only now has he truly seen through it all; the world of the nobility is no different from theirs.
To understand Sōji Sanjō's foolish actions, you need to remember that Sōji Sanjō is here to curry favor with Dōsan Hanyū, or to put it bluntly, to be Dōsan's lackey.
After that exchange, will Dōsan Hanyū dislike Sōji Sanjō?
Won't.
Because Sōji Sanjō has always been committed to praising and elevating Dōsan Hanyū.
He elevates people while relentlessly attacking those who consider themselves on par with Dōsan.
Dōsan Hanyū won't be angry. In fact, based on Sōji Sanjō's recent behavior, Dōsan Hanyū will subconsciously accept that Sōji Sanjō is one of his own, and although he made a mistake, the other party was thinking of him.
Mitsui-san even wondered if, if the gap between his Sanjō family and the Kasumioji Clan hadn't been so vast, Sōji Sanjō would have dared to fire upon Rizukihime.
Compared to Sōji Sanjō, the behavior of the other academy students was simply like trying to have a virtuous woman while being a prostitute.
They might spend an entire night training with Dōsan, and the next day, Dōsan Hanyū might not even know their names.
The opportunities were equal for everyone, but in just a few words, Sōji Sanjō was already ahead of the pack.
Seireitei, the territory of the Twelfth Division.
A pink-haired loli sat on the shoulder of a hedgehog-headed man wearing a white haori from the 11th Division.
"Hey, I say Yachiru, it's already dark, haven't you found Old Man Yamamoto's barracks yet?" The prickly man's voice was extremely hoarse, as if he had a piece of iron in his mouth.
This is Kenpachi Zaraki, the captain of the 11th Division.
"Wait, didn't Ken-chan say we should go this way?"
The voice of Yachiru, the vice-captain of the 11th Division, is the complete opposite of Kenpachi's; it is clear, crisp, and full of childlike charm.
"But then, didn't you lead me in this direction again?"
"I don't remember. This way, Ken-chan must be right here."
"Yachiru, don't point fingers like that! Old Man Yamamoto promised tonight I'd have a worthy opponent to enjoy!"
"Okay, okay, this way, Ken-chan." Yachiru stretched out her finger, shook it twice, and pointed in a direction like a spinning wheel.
Kenpachi followed the direction Yachiru was pointing, then turned back and looked at it twice more, somewhat uncertainly.
"Isn't this the way we came from?"