"Hakuda has many techniques, but the path of my Original Flow is completely different from the Shihouin Clan's inherited style."
Following behind Yamamoto, Arima Shizuya copied him and dried his body with a rough cloth.
Arima Shizuya grimaced as he asked, "Huh? Is that so?"
Without turning around, Yamamoto gave a low hum before speaking in a deep voice.
"Do not slow down. Do as I do! Speed up and let the heat from the friction spread through your entire body! Drying yourself with a rough cloth is a test of willpower. Do not treat it carelessly."
No way, that's practically scraping off dead skin.
Not everyone had a body covered in scars like his, where rubbing with a cloth looked like scraping off dead skin.
If his skin got rough, Kotetsu Isane would probably dislike it too.
I haven't even gotten married yet...
Still, considering Yamamoto's keen awareness, as though he had eyes on the back of his head, Arima Shizuya grimaced and began speeding up.
"My skin's going to split, Yamamoto..."
"Use honorifics when addressing me! Stop copying that brat Shunsui at every turn!"
It was only just beginning to brighten in the First Division's courtyard.
Today, Arima Shizuya once again followed behind Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni, personally experiencing the essence of the Original Flow.
Chōjirō Sasakibe, standing nearby, seemed quite fond of this sight. Every day, he would wait at the side and sip a cup of lukewarm black tea.
"You sound energetic today, Arima-kun."
After all, he had more or less gotten used to it by now.
Arima Shizuya returned a strained smile, then turned his thoughts back to their earlier topic.
"Head Captain Yamamoto, regarding the Hakuda techniques you mentioned just now..."
"Ah, right. I nearly forgot about that."
The rock-solid body stood not far before