The Scientific Gun-Fu!

Whatever Ichiro said to Urahara, he said the exact same thing to Yoruichi. With those two dragging things out day after day, even a "shipper" like him was getting anxious!

Compared to the happiness of his good brothers, a little bit of public displays of affection was nothing!

Emmm, perhaps it wasn't just a little?

Regrettably, although their relationship had improved since then, they still hadn't pierced that layer of window paper to make things official. Perhaps they weren't ready, perhaps they were afraid to face it, or perhaps it was due to the families...

Ichiro didn't pry into the specifics; even an honest official finds it hard to settle family disputes, and he had more important matters to attend to—preparing for war!

Ichiro hadn't forgotten the captain's warning that day. These past few days, they had been using the secret passages within the school to reach the underground training space.

Although the captain said staying at the academy was safe, there was always a "what if," especially with a rebellion destined to fail; when faced with death, people would do anything.

Yes, Ichiro believed this rebellion was doomed to fail. Just kidding—unless the Head Captain himself led the rebellion, who could possibly jump around in front of the strongest man in Soul Society?

Therefore, even with the captain's assurance, Ichiro still had to make thorough preparations.

For instance, right now...

After the morning classes ended, the three of them were walking slowly toward the cafeteria as usual when, suddenly, screams erupted ahead, and students began fleeing toward them in a panic.

The three exchanged glances and frowned. Urahara rested his right hand on the Zanpakuto at his waist, Yoruichi nodded at the two and vanished from the spot, while the transmutation circle on Ichiro's sleeve lit up simultaneously. Two silver-white automatic pistols appeared in his hands, and a pair of square-rimmed glasses materialized on the bridge of his nose.

Adjusting his glasses, Ichiro's figure instantly vanished from the spot!

...A few minutes ago...

Dozens of Soul Reapers wielding Zanpakuto had suddenly appeared on campus. Scanning the stunned students, they seemed to have found their target and charged toward a girl with a sinister grin!

"Clang!"

At that moment, a Soul Reaper in black tactical gear suddenly appeared, blocking the leader with a fierce expression!

"Do you have any idea what you're doing?"

"We know exactly what we're doing! Don't get in our way! The young lady of the Kuchiki House, she's the one we're here for! Get her!"

"You're courting death!" Despite the words, the guard in black clearly lacked confidence. Although the young lady he was protecting belonged to the Kuchiki House—the head of the Four Great Noble Houses—she was only a collateral branch. Furthermore, since they were at school, he was the only guard. With his strength, he could handle two or three, but this many...

"Shing!"

However, the young lady behind him wasn't just a vase; she immediately drew her Zanpakuto and stood her ground, staring at them with focus!

"Clang—clatter!"

Yet, in a single exchange, her blade was knocked away, and she stood frozen in place, stunned by the enemy's killing intent and spiritual pressure!

Well, she was a vase who didn't want to be a vase...

"Young Lady!"

"You still have time to worry about her? Die!" A flash of malice crossed the leader's eyes. He raised his Zanpakuto high and, under the cover of his teammates, slashed down from the side!

Just at this critical moment, a gunshot suddenly rang out!

"Bang!"

"Clang!"

"Who?! Pfft—" The leader had barely spoken when a blade tip suddenly protruded from his chest. Before he could turn to see who the killer was, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and lost consciousness entirely. In his final moments, only the cold voice of Yoruichi echoed in his mind...

"Hado #4: Byakurai!"

"What..."

"Bang!"

"Bind, Benihime!"

Black and red ribbons suddenly flew out from nearby, but instead of binding the attacking Soul Reapers, they tightly wrapped around the young lady of the Kuchiki clan, leaving no gaps. Layer upon layer, they formed an exceptionally thick barrier of spiritual pressure.

The goal of the three in this battle was clear: protect the Kuchiki young lady from harm; anything else was of little consequence.

If the Kuchiki young lady died here, even if she were only a collateral branch, it wouldn't be a minor matter. Not to mention that Yoruichi's Shihoin clan belonged to the same Four Great Noble Houses; as the next head of the Shihoin, Yoruichi couldn't just stand by and watch.

Since Yoruichi had already made her move, Ichiro and the others naturally wouldn't just watch the show.

"Yoruichi, do you need me to kill them?" Ichiro held his pistols with both hands, adjusted his glasses, and walked slowly toward the bound young lady, looking coldly at the dozens of Soul Reapers.

"Can you do it?"

"It shouldn't be a problem. Killing them only takes one shot."

"Then kill them! Daring to strike at the Five Great Noble Houses—neither they nor their masters will live!"

"Understood."

With that, Ichiro raised his dual pistols. Seeing the opposing Soul Reapers staring intently at the muzzles, Ichiro's lips curled slightly, and his fingers began to pull the triggers rhythmically!

At the same time, a pill in his mouth dissolved, releasing countless molecules that surged into his brain, pushing it into a state of high activity!

His neural reflex speed and cognitive speed were pushed by the drug to the absolute limit of his current body's capacity. In Ichiro's eyes, the world had nearly come to a standstill, including the bullets he had just fired!

If one looked closely, they could see faint Kido markings on the bullets.

As for Ichiro, under the self-suggestion he had repeatedly applied to himself, streams of data seemed to appear on his lenses, scrolling continuously as they calculated the positions of all targets and the most optimal trajectories.

Finally, the Kido markings on the bullets glowed faintly and detonated, shifting the bullets' trajectories!

Some explode once, some twice, but never more than three times, because any further and the bullet's power would be all but spent.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

To Ichiro, it felt as though a long time had passed, but in the eyes of Yoruichi and the others, only seven or eight seconds had elapsed—barely enough time for a few dozen shots!

All Yoruichi and the others saw were flashes of sparks erupting in the air, followed by the enemies, spread out in a fan formation, falling to the ground one after another!

The point of impact was different for every single person; some were hit between the brows, some in the temple, others in the neck. Most absurdly, one enemy further back was struck by a bullet that had pierced through his heart from behind!

Ballistic calculation was the signature skill that had made Ichiro famous in his past life. Of course, it hadn't been this outrageous back then; it had relied on complex terrain, simply put, using ricochets to turn a straight trajectory into a jagged one, making it unpredictable—it was known as the Magic Bullet!

However, in this life, with the addition of Kido and the Kyoshin Pill, ballistic calculation had become even more absurd, allowing him to alter the trajectory in mid-air!

This was the origin of Ichiro's claim: he was not good at fighting, but he was good at killing!

Fighting referred to facing opponents who were evenly matched or even stronger.

Those who could rely on their own defense to block bullets, or whose swordsmanship was strong enough to cut them down—against such people, even the most bizarre trajectory was useless, and one could only rely on Kido or Hakuda to win.

Therefore, Ichiro was not good at fighting, but killing was different; if one shot could finish the job, he would kill as many as came his way!