"Brother Urahana!" Inside the house, a gangster wearing straw rope wooden shoes ran in from the door in a panic, panting and shouting at Urahara Jiro, who had his back turned to him.
Urahara Jiro is wearing a cherry blossom-colored samurai uniform, with a ponytail tied behind his head. His spine is straight, his face is lean and lean, his eyes are open and closed, breathtaking, and he has an air of calmness and authority. He is kneeling on a straw mat, with the door behind his back, holding the bottom with his left hand and holding a cup with his right hand, enjoying the tea ceremony.
Although it is just some messy camellia, it is already a rare elegance considering the conditions for his coming here.
"Don't panic. Keep a calm mind in everything. Only in this way can you find a way to win in the face of danger." Urahara Jiro sipped the edge of the teacup gently, the fragrance of tea soaked his lips, "Tell me, what happened?"
"Yes, Brother Urahana." The gangster took a few breaths, his panicked face softened slightly, and he couldn't help but secretly praise the calmness of his brother Urahana. Even his companion and only capable man under him since childhood was hacked to death, and he was still so calm. He is indeed the younger brother of Bleach, Urahara Jiro!
"Brother Dongdu was hacked to death at the entrance of the village." The gangster also imitated Urahara Jiro's calmness and said calmly in a calm tone.
'Clang!'
The mottled green tea cup fell to the ground, and the light brown camellia water spilled all over the floor.
"What did you say?" Urahara Jiro turned around suddenly, with a fierce look in his eyes, and his not strong body exuded the aura of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Dongdu has grown up with him and loyally followed him. Yi-Yi is the only one who can rush up and block the knife for himself when others want to stab him.
Urahara Jiro has a lot of affection for Dongdu. Since his brother Urahara Ichiro became Bleach, he has taught him many sword skills. He also taught some of his sword skills to Dongdu so that Dongdu can easily block the sword for himself.
Although I have only learned a few moves that Dongdu can use to block knives, for ordinary civilians, Dongdu can hit four or five people without any problem.
Now Dongdu is dead!
Urahara Jiro is shocked and sad. Which group in the nearby village dares to kill Dongdu without giving him face?
Don't you know that I, Urahara Organization? Don't you know that I, Urahara Jiro? Don't you know that my Urahara Jiro's eldest brother, Urahara Ichiro, is Bleach? Don't you know that Bleach is so powerful?
Dongdu just went out for two rounds as usual, oppressed the people, killed a few untouchables, snatched some children, and completed the tasks given by the above. The crime will not lead to death. Who dares to kill my brother Dongdu!
"Who dares to kill me, the vice president of Urahara Organization?" Uraka Jiro's face was as cold as a knife, and his face was filled with cold anger.
"He was a child without clothes. He came towards the village and met Brother Dongdu. He had no spirit of Bushido. He threw the ribs like a dagger and stabbed Brother Dongdu in the neck." The little gangster quickly said He replied, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, Brother Uhua's feelings for Brother Dongdu are really deep. Brother Uhua, who has always been secretive about his emotions and anger, was angry at the death of Brother Dongdu.
"A child without clothes?" Urahara Jiro's anger suffocated and he looked at this gangster with suspicious eyes, as if to say, are you fucking kidding me?
Dongdu is so strong and has such big chest muscles.
A kid killed Dongdu?
Or a child without clothes?
"Yes, they were brought by the two children who escaped before. They should be revenge on our Urahara Organization. They are coming to Urahara Organization's headquarters." The little gangster said with a serious face. He really did not lie.
Although it may sound a little outrageous, he saw it with his own eyes from a distance.
Now it is estimated that the two uninjured companions have been killed by the ruthless, cruel and unclothed child.
This child without clothes is so cruel!
"Hmph, trash!"
Urahara Jiro's sharp and cold face showed anger, as if he hated iron for not being able to turn into steel.
I taught you so many sword skills, but in the end, you Dongdu couldn't use any force, and you were thrown to the side by a child and stabbed to death. It was really embarrassing and useless, and the child didn't even have any clothes on.
"Is the kid coming?"
Urahara Jiro wanted to go out angrily, wanting to kill the child directly, but before he reached the door frame, he suddenly felt that it was inappropriate for him, the leader of a youth club, to go to find a child without clothes.
If you let the league clubs in other villages know about it, you will be laughed to death. Do I, Urahara Jiro, still have the nerve to hang around?
His footsteps stopped in front of the door frame, and he asked with a calm expression.
"Yes, they have been coming to the headquarters." The gangster replied.
Urahara Jiro's face changed from calm to calm. He walked back to the straw mat and knelt down. He took out a sword, wiped it gently and carefully, and said calmly, "Wait for them to come and take death!"
When the little gangster saw Urahara Jiro's style, his eyes immediately showed admiration. He looked up and admired his heart. He turned around and stood guard by the door, looking at the vicissitudes of the world with a plain face.
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He-El picked up Cherry Blossom Fall. His child's hand was a little thin, and when he held the hilt of the sword, he felt like he couldn't hold the center of gravity tightly.
The blade of Cherry Blossom Fall is only one meter and two meters long, and with the handle, it is one meter and forty, which is taller than He-El himself, but this is not a problem for him.
Any weapon can display its ultimate skills in the hands of He-El.
For He-El, all weapons are just a matter of distance, the distance between oneself and the enemy, the distance one can control, and the distance one can control.
He once saw the gaps between atoms and mastered the magnetic field distance between atoms. Although the body of this child is not as powerful as his original body, and does not have various eyes that can see the distance between atoms, the fine control and unique sense of distance control left behind are unmatched by any master-level swordsman.
Any weapon, with his control and distance control, will become a magical skill that can turn decay into something magical.
He-El casually played with the Cherry Blossom Fall in his hand. The tip of the knife picked up the navy blue martial arts uniform on the lying body of Dongdu. He waved the knife with a flash of light. Cherry Blossom Fall was there. His hands looked heavy and big, but the sword light he swung was as smooth as flowing water, and pieces of clothes splashed in the air. When He-El stopped, a martial arts uniform suitable for He-El fell from the air.
Ichimaru Gin and the two uninjured gangsters were stunned.
He-El took a step forward, and the clothes just fell on his body. He reached out gently and put on the navy blue martial arts uniform. He casually fastened the belt around his waist, inserted Cherry Blossom Fall into the scabbard, and put it on his shoulder. He said to Ichimaru Gin and Rangiku calmly:
"Kill them."