Someone Was About to Start Showing Off
Although the Second Division's barracks looked quite simple, with monotonous beige walls and some simple flowers and plants around, for some reason, the Second Division's major creditor Third Seat Ōmaeda Ōmaeda, was offering prices starting at 10,000 rings.
"Come on, Dao Third Seat, don't be shy, eat more."
Although they do not yet know which squad or position Dōsan Hanyū will join after graduation, it is a certainty that he will start as Seated Officer.
Dōsan knelt around the group, looking at the meager meal on the table, feeling somewhat at a loss for words.
No, I have no intention of being polite.
What's with this Soi Fon Fans sushi? It's just a rice ball drizzled with Soi Fon Fans, and it's ready to serve?
This is an insult to a chef.
Besides the sixth seat of the Ittōbō Murashita, there were also seven members of the Second Division. Before Dōsan could even take his place, a diligent Soul Reaper poured them all a full glass of sake.
The Second Division currently has only two vacant seats among the top Seated Officers: the Fourth Seat and Fifth Seat. Third Seat Ōmaeda, has also hinted that these two Seated Officer are reserved for Dōsan, who is Murashita.
He naturally wanted to please them.
Also, Ittōbō Murashita and six others carried the prayers of the 108 members of the Soi Fon Fan Club.
Find this man, Dōsan Hanyū!
Seeing the eager gazes of a group of men, Dōsan had no choice but to add a piece of sushi and stuff it into his mouth.
Well, how should I put it?
The Soi Fon Fans is really good Soi Fon Fans; it's sweet with a hint of spiciness.
The rice balls are also soft and chewy, with the rich aroma of rice grains.
However, the combination of the two is incredibly jarring.
Even just adding a single piece of seaweed would be helpful.
"Lord Dao Third Seat, these are all fine wines."
In order to find a weakness in Dōsan Hanyū's strategy, Ōmaeda only charged the members 50,000 rings before taking out two bottles of fine wine worth over 100,000 rings.
That's incredibly kind of them.
Dōsan waved his hand, "Sorry, I'm not much of a drinker."
Don't drink alcohol?
Is this for real?
As expected of Third Seat Ōmaeda, his scheme was indeed meticulously planned and executed.
Murashita and Tomokazu exchanged a glance. "It's a custom of the Second Division; guests must drink at banquets. Don't worry, with us looking after you, you'll be fine."
As they spoke, several Soul Reaper simultaneously raised their glasses, "A Seated Officer Hanyū."
Without hesitation, the group downed their drinks in one gulp.
Looking at the wine glass in front of him, Dōsan swallowed hard, still somewhat hesitant to speak, "After I drink, I always inexplicably bump into something and hurt myself."
In response, the Ittōbō Murashita maker patted his chest reassuringly, "Don't worry, even if I get injured or even kill myself, I won't let you suffer the slightest bump or bruise."
Dōsan was somewhat skeptical of this.
But seeing that the Murashita was leading the way again and wanted to toast him, Dōsan could only reluctantly drink it all in one gulp.
After finishing his drink, Dōsan Hanyū lowered his head. The others couldn't see his reaction clearly, but they could already sense his intoxication.
A glint appeared in the eyes of the Ittōbō Murashita, and he pulled a black notebook from his pocket. "Brother Dōsan, I have a few questions I'd like to ask you. How are you?"
Dōsan hung his head and only shook his head twice when he heard someone calling him.
He was definitely drunk.
Neither the Ittōbō Murashita expected things to be so simple.
He's about to become a major contributor to the Soi Fon Fan Club, his portrait hanging on the wall of the club's meeting room just like Captain Soi Fon Soi Fon Fan Club's, and he'll even save three thousand rings in membership fees every year!
Murashita opened the notebook containing over three hundred questions, starting with the less sensational one, "Excuse me, are you and Soi Fon really together?"
It was like a spark, instantly igniting the flames in the eyes of the surrounding Soul Reapers.
Dōsan Hanyū's shoulders twitched.
"Seated Officer Hanyū?"
Murashita tentatively stepped forward to touch his face, when a hand, sharp as a scalpel, slashed across him.
As the sixth seat of the Second Division, Ittōbō Murashita reacted quickly, extending his palm to catch Dōsan's attack.
The numbing sensation emanating from his palm made Murashita realize that something was wrong.
Seeing that things had changed, the surrounding Soul Reapers quickly stood around, forming an encirclement that they had practiced many times.
However, although the ban on swords within the Seireitei had become virtually ineffective since the rebellion fifteen years ago, they still wouldn't openly carry swords in their own barracks.
Even so, the Second Division Soul Reaper, skilled in hand -Hakuda and Shunpo), should not be underestimated.
Dōsan kept his head down, so the others couldn't see his expression, but the Spiritual Pressure gradually rising from Dōsan made them feel uneasy.
It's unmistakably the Spiritual Pressure of Seated Officer-level, without any exaggeration.
"Sixth Seat Murashita, what's going on?"
Standing at the Murashita, he gave a wry smile. "I think I misunderstood what he meant by 'not being a good drinker'."
"Watch out, they're coming."
The Ittōbō Murashita was the first to be hit, stretching out his hands to protect his chest.
Dōsan Hanyū Hakuda punch, slamming it hard into the arms of the Murashita.
The Murashita couldn't stop him and was sent flying backward, crashing into the wall that was priced at three thousand rings.
"Murashita Third Seat, are you alright?!"
The force of that attack sent chills down the spines of the Grim Soul Reapers.
"Don't come any closer." Murashita a bitter laugh, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. "Your arms are broken. Protect your vital organs. A blow like that, hitting them directly, won't be enough to withstand it."
Even though he was a sixth-rank official, the fact that his arm was broken by a single blow due to carelessness speaks volumes. He was initially somewhat dissatisfied and resentful, but the Ittōbō Murashita was completely wiped out.
"Try not to take the hit head-on, and be careful to protect yourself..."
Before Murashita could finish speaking, Dōsan Hanyū had already kicked two team members away.
"Use Kidō, not the art of Hakuda."
The incantation of the Kidō was slow to begin with, and Dōsan's punches and kicks were both fierce and fast. Before the people on the field could make an effective counterattack, they were already knocked to the ground.
Worse still, things have blown up.
Dōsan made no attempt to conceal his Spiritual Pressure, and his hammering movements were quite powerful. The Soul Reaper of the Second Division immediately noticed the Spiritual Pressure of this battle, and it was their comrade who had fallen to the ground.
At its peak, the Second Division had about 500 members. At this time, the Second Division had about 200 members. Apart from the Patrol Corps, the other members in the barracks began to gather in the center of the battlefield.
Hikaru and Jinmao were imprisoned in the Second Division's special the Jail, not the Maggot's Nest, but the Jail similar to the regular barracks of other divisions, and were fitted with devices to restrict their Spiritual Pressure.
Even the few Second Division Soul Reaper who were questioning the students sensed something was wrong. Dozens of Spiritual Pressure surged, causing the entire Second Division barracks to tremble.
"What's going on? Is there a fight going on upstairs?"
"Was it Ryoka?"
Realizing something was wrong, the Soul Reapers in charge of the interrogation all left to provide support.
Hikaru silently sensed it, then muttered softly, "I feel like it's Hanyū-kun's Spiritual Pressure."
Although Dōsan Hanyū's Spiritual Pressure did not reach the Vice-Captain-level, he was already outstanding among these ordinary members.
"It's the Spiritual Pressure of the Dōsan Sect! Could it be that the Dōsan Elder of the Dao Sect has come to save us?" Sōji Sanjō, who felt like he had been sentenced to death, had a renewed hope in his eyes.
"No." The blonde Rizukihime's voice drew everyone's attention.
Rizukihime hugged her shoulders and shivered. "I have a feeling someone's about to start showing off."