Oh No, Someone's About to Start Showing Off

"Bankai ·Dragon Hōzukimaru."

The edge of Soul Society, the South District 78, is a place of poverty and hunger.

At this moment, the entire space began to tremble, dark clouds gathered, and lightning flashed and thunder roared in the clouds.

Even those wandering souls in small villages, several miles away, were all forced to prostrate on the ground by this immense Spiritual Pressure.

Ikkaku Madarame descended from the clouds step by step, putting away Hōzukimaru. Ikkaku let out a light breath, "Phew, so it was Intermediate Menos Grande. No wonder we lost so many Soul Reaper. But this was really enjoyable. Here, I can use Bankai without restraint and don't have to worry about being discovered."

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"Oh, it's Hell Butterfly." Yumichika put away the small vanity mirror, extending his fingers to take the large, alluring black butterfly. "It's actually a message from the captain! When did the captain learn to use Hell Butterflies!"

This is too advanced. If the captain knew how to use the Hell Butterfly, he wouldn't have gotten lost in 24-hour intervals.

"Hey, look quickly, what did the captain say?"

This is the captain's first time using Hell Butterfly, it's quite a ceremony.

"Let me see... Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts... Dōsan Hanyū, it seems they want you to go to Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts and spar with someone named Dōsan Hanyū."

"Huh? Dōsan Hanyū, is that the white-browed brat who follows Rangiku around?"

Mentioning Rangiku, Ikkaku shook his head sadly; the two actually got along very well.

What a wonderful person she is, but she's a woman. The moment I saw those two lumps on her chest, I didn't even have the urge to stab Ikkaku.

"Yes, it's said that a year later, Dōsan Hanyū will become the Third Seat of the Tenth Division."

"Roar?" Ikkaku Ichiraku, the Third Seat in Soul Reaper is quite prestigious. "Hurry up and get going, Yumichika!"

"No, something's fishy." Gongqin, who considered himself ten times wiser than the Ikkaku Yumichika, shook his head. "If there's a good opponent, why would the captain think of you?"

Ikkaku twisted his neck twice.

That's right.

"Could it be that the opponent is too weak?"

As soon as the words were spoken, Ikkaku rejected them himself; Captain Zaraki had no interest in the weak.

"Could it be that the opponent is too strong?"

Their eyes met, and then they both shook their heads. Such a good thing?

Are you kidding me?

If the opponent is very strong, why would the captain possibly let him win?

"However, I feel like this can't be completely resolved in a short time!" Yumichika turned his head again to look into the distance, where the aura of emptiness reappeared. "This time it's my turn. There will be a next time, after all, the captain specifically named you for Dōsan Hanyū's battle."

"Hey, the captain specifically called me out this time, so it doesn't count."

"Ha, how about I go instead?"

The cicadas' chirping in the height of summer was so noisy, but it couldn't drown out the female teacher's mechanical, monotonous instruction at the lectern.

This is a lesson on the theory of the Kidō, but the content is quite important, especially for those who are reborn three times and only have a superficial understanding of the Kidō. Before practicing Kidō No. 30 or above, it is very important to lay a sufficient foundation.

Therefore, the content was very dry, and the female teacher's teaching style was also very unique.

She maintained the same tone throughout, not just when lecturing.

Even if a guy with Jinmao makes her angry, her expression might be like a gloomy, rainy day, but when she's angry, her voice is still the same.

Who would listen to that?

Especially last night, Dōsan Hanyū was taken away by the Vice-Captain Chōjirō Sasakibe, Chojiro, late at night.

Those classmates who trained with Dōsan and the others but left early are now kicking themselves.

In particular, they later heard that the Vice-Captain Sasakibe had actually asked for the name of Sōji Sanjō.

Doesn't that mean that if Sōji Sanjō continues to maintain his top-three ranking in his grade, he'll have a chance to enter the First Division?

Even being First Division is better for these minor nobles than being 10th Seats in the other divisions.

Unlike their fathers, they became Soul Reaper not to protect the Soul Society, but to find a good patron, someone with lofty ambitions, and another dream to revitalize their family.

A perfectly good opportunity to show off, gone.

Also, the Captain-Commander inexplicably started paying attention to Dōsan Hanyū, and his early departure might have left a bad impression on Dōsan.

Well?

I don't know what I was so anxious about yesterday.

These people, who at least showed their faces in front of Dōsan Hanyū, are all like this.

There are also more than a dozen other students who are interested but too proud to admit it, and now they are kicking themselves for it.

The lecturer on stage was devoid of emotion, like an old-fashioned radio that kept spinning on its own.

Those in the audience sighed deeply, like old men nearing the end of their lives.

"Report."

The female teacher was still engrossed in her lesson when this noise interrupted her. She checked the time.

That's incredibly arrogant!

get out of class ended in less than half an hour, and you only just thought of coming over?

The female teacher slammed her hand on the table in anger, "Come in!"

Dōsan Hanyū pushed open the door and entered. He had experienced a strange battle yesterday. Although it was brief, Dōsan was also very tired after the battle, so the Captain-Commander let him stay in the First Division.

Upon seeing that it was Dōsan Hanyū, the female teacher's expression softened, though her tone remained the same, "Oh, it's Dōsan- kun. Come in quickly."

I'm so sorry, teacher.

"It's alright."

The female teacher had also read Dōsan's information; he was skilled in Kidō, which was extremely rare among Soul Reaper.

Kidō is a fighting style that uses the brain.

This is infinitely more advanced than most of the students below who will only end up Zanpakuto and slashing with their Zanpakuto.

"Yo yo, it's Dōsan again! Come in quickly, ptooey!"

Upon seeing Dōsan, the blond-haired Jinmao in the audience's eyes sharpened, and he wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth. He had arrived ten minutes earlier than Dōsan Hanyū, so why was he the only one being scolded?

The female teacher froze, clearly realizing that her behavior was somewhat awkward, but if she changed her words now, it would probably be even more awkward.

"I'm so sorry, but I stayed at the First Division yesterday." Dōsan only felt apologetic, after all, he was the one who broke the rules.

Rizukihime's smooth golden hair stood on end again, and her lower eyelids twitched involuntarily.

Oh no, everyone run! That guy with the white eyebrows is about to start showing off again.