A Performance in Full Dress
"What was that just now, a secret technique?"
Without chanting, it does not belong to the Kidō Path.
Furthermore, Rizukihime had never heard anyone mention the term "Mirror Reversal."
"It's a secret technique, I suppose."
Dōsan recalled the feeling from just now.
His own Mirror Reversal is still in the experimental stage. He uses his strong judgment and analytical abilities to sense and replicate the fluctuations of the opponent's attack, and then counteract or retaliate in a doubled form.
However, in essence Mirror Reversal should not be called cancellation.
Instead, it replicates the counterattack. Because the fluctuations in Spiritual Pressure highly overlap, when the same Spiritual Pressure is output, the effect appears to cancel each other out.
In numerous experiments with Hikaru, Dōsan only managed to launch a counterattack a handful of times, because the Soul Reaper's attack methods were more complex and unpredictable.
The attacks from the void are more direct, and Dōsan is more able to master the fluctuations within them with greater precision.
"Using Spiritual Pressure fluctuations to counterattack is a complex technique, unlikely to be widely adopted, but it's not rubbish."
The beginning was fine, but the words "not trash" deeply stung Rizukihime.
"Here they come again, watch out," Dōsan warned.
Number 7 tilted his head back, his eyes devoid of any life.
Before, her gaze was cold and indifferent, as if she disregarded everything.
But now, looking at Number 7 again, the two could only see the death in Number 7's eyes.
Number 7 lifted his foot to step forward, but was stopped by Rizukihime's outstretched hand.
With a habitual flick of her golden hair, Rizukihime left Number 7 with a cool silhouette.
First, I won't give you another chance to be arrogant.
"Secondly, I'll show you what real trash is!"
Rizukihime pointed to herself with her thumb, then gave Number 7 a cool profile shot.
"Careful!"
Accompanied by Dōsan's urgent voice, a Cero exploded at Rizukihime's feet, and Rizukihime, caught off guard, was blasted directly into a crater.
Rizukihime stood up, her golden hair and beautiful face covered in dust. She coughed twice, spitting out a mouthful of dirt.
Rizukihime tilted her head back and looked at Dōsan blankly, as if to say, "You did this on purpose, didn't you?"
"Sorry, the Mirror Reversal failed."
What a coincidence! Why did I fail right when I was behind you?
With my current level of Mirror Reversal, it's not easy to block a skill like Cero.
Because skills like Kidō and Cero have even more unpredictable and difficult-to-copy fluctuations.
The trainees and the Modified Souls quickly stabilized the situation.
Aside from the initial incident where a Modified Soul chose to self-destruct to protect a student who was bewildered by the sight of the Void, causing a wave of panic, the Void forces, relying on their superior strength, were completely routed afterward.
"Attention Soul Reaper! The experiment has entered its second phase. All Soul Reaper, please protect the safety of the trainees."
Near the District 49, the Twelfth Division command was operating according to plan.
This is just an appetizer; this level of weakness is hardly a test.
The Twelfth Division Soul Reaper at the scene followed orders and began scattering bait to lure Hollows away; this was something they were very familiar with.
"Dōsan Hanyū, continue to increase the amount of bait used." Behind the frontline staff of the Twelfth Division in this experiment, Iji Yamada, the 10th Seat of the Twelfth Division, was giving instructions.
The Soul Reaper from the Twelfth Division in charge of communications shuddered and his face turned green on the spot. He knew about the feud between Iji Yamada and Dōsan Hanyū.
But what this Soul Reaper didn't expect was that the Sage of Central 46 was present for this experiment, yet Iji Yamada dared to interfere?
"Enough with the nonsense, get started."
The messenger sitting in front of the equipment gritted his teeth. With the captain absent, Yamada 10th Seat was the highest-ranking commander here, and he had no choice but to obey orders.
Looking back, Yamada sighed as well; the two of them were from two different worlds.
But today's instruction was indeed a command relayed by the captain through him.
Iji Yamada forced himself not to think about these things.
But what no one present noticed was that a fleshy bud was wriggling and twisting on the back of Yamada 10th Seat's neck.
"Hey, hey, hey, is this any good, Shūhei? You're a grown man, can't you be a little tougher?"
A woman with purple hair in pigtails stood in front of Shūhei, looking at him and his Shūhei with disdain as they vomited uncontrollably from fear.
"Sorry, Sister Number 88, it's just that..."
Shūhei was panting heavily; the oppressive feeling from the Spiritual Pressure was almost too much for him to bear.
"Pah, pah, pah, what a boring man. I thought you'd look good based on your appearance."
"Why didn't I get matched with Dōsan Hanyū's group? Now we should be able to have a good fight."
They are Modified Souls, transformed from ordinary individuals, not machines, and they also possess their own joys and sorrows.
"I'm so sorry." Shūhei smiled helplessly, feeling somewhat embarrassed by being mocked by a woman like that.
"Here we go again." Number 88 glanced at the two bored men she had brought with her; she knew the truth. "The real experiment is just beginning."
Before the words were finished, a creature with short legs and arms, standing over two meters tall, appeared beside the three of them. Without saying another word, a red light gathered between its claws.
"Cero." Number 88 gritted his teeth, "You two, run!"
The "Void" that can Cero isn't just about Cero; there's a very high probability that it also possesses other special abilities. Its own strength might be insufficient even for self-defense.
The other companion, a complete novice, didn't hesitate at all, turned and ran. Shūhei gritted his teeth, not knowing what to do, and turned away.
Beads of sweat appeared on Number 88's forehead, but he didn't hold back his sarcasm, saying, "You really chose the wrong opponent."
"Your Majesty! Mask of flesh and blood, all things, soaring with wings, bearing the name of mankind! Truth and temperance, the wall of unknowable dreams, stand solely upon it!"
Hadō 33: Sōkatsui.
Blue light emanated from Number 88's palm, and a surge of force erupted from Dōsan's palm.
But when it hit Hollow, it didn't hurt at all. Hollow kicked out and used its short front paws to pounce on Number 88.
"Ah."
Number 88 cried out in pain, which startled Shūhei Hisagi behind him.
Damn it.
With a determined effort, Shūhei didn't consider whether he could do it or whether he should go back; instead, he rushed back with a heart full of passion.
At this moment, Number 88 was already in a state of retreat when Shūhei Hisagi jumped out and punched Hollow's mask.
I've used the Hakuda.
Shūhei looked at his fist with surprise, feeling the power he had gained.
"Run! Shūhei!"
Shūhei turned his head stiffly, and with a "plop," hot blood splattered into Shūhei eyes.
That's not his blood.
It turns out the blood Modified Soul was the same as his.
"Hadō 63: Raikōhō"
The high-level Kidō unleashed by a true Seated Officer were completely neutralized by this attack, turning Xu into ashes without any resistance.
However, for Number 88, the Sanjō of "severe injury," "lack of mastery," and "abandonment of chanting" resulted in the collapse of her Reishi.
Silent tears streamed down the face of Shūhei Hisagi, who was still a boy at the time.
It wasn't fear, it wasn't sadness.
Rather, it was resentment towards one's own incompetence.
I looked up, and rainwater mingled with tears.
It's raining, but I can't hold up an umbrella for this life that has passed away.
A cold hand cupped Shūhei's face, and Number 88 left Shūhei with a faint smile, like a fleeting ephemera.
"Fool, didn't I tell you long ago? This is just my destiny, the destiny of Modified Soul."
When the music starts, all we can do is dance. It's a grand stage play, and we don't know who the dancers are or who the audience is.