Now that we are nearby...
Danjiro Obana's Reiatsu perception is like an invisible net under the North District 68 night sky, spreading out in all directions from the center of the gravel field
Five Zanpakutō's Reiatsu lit up in his perception network. Four of them were deep in the mine tunnel. Reiatsu were stable. They must be the injured Squad Member from Sixth Division.
The fifth one is some distance away from them. Reiatsu is stronger than the other four. It should be the illusion system Zanpakutō holder who defeated four Squad Member.
As for the scattered, weak Reiatsu that have no Zanpakutō characteristics scattered around, -Obana didn't spend too much effort to count them. As for those unfamiliar Reiatsu, it doesn't matter.
Anyway, it's probably over there. Let's go and take a look first.
Danjiro Obana Shunpo went to the sky above the mine and stood in mid-air. The night wind blew from behind him and lifted the hem of the white Captain's Haori forward. He did not rush to the ground, but looked down at the situation below.
The fortifications are still there, a semi-circular low wall made of wood and stones. There are dozens of people standing behind the low wall. Obana's eyes go over their heads, through the dark shadow at the entrance of the mine tunnel, and fall on the four Zanpakutō and Reiatsu deep in the mine tunnel. They take it back again, and finally fall on one person.
He was sitting on a wooden box, looking around with dull eyes. His sitting posture was very casual, but his fingers were always resting on the handle of the knife, and his knuckles were slightly bent, making him ready to draw the knife at any time.
The private soldiers around him were talking in low voices, sharpening their knives, and walking around, but no one came within three steps of him. It was like there was an invisible line separating him from the surroundings, and everyone tacitly abided by the boundaries of this line.
Mid-Ranking Seated Officer? Obana quickly made an assessment in his mind, relying on the ability of the illusion system Zanpakutō to defeat four Low-Ranking Seated Officer. If the tactics are used properly, it can indeed be done.
Quite good strength, but unfortunately used in the wrong place
Obana Shunpo came to Amakusa
Amakusa was startled, stood up quickly, and walked back a few steps. The wooden box was pushed against the gravel. I tripped over a wooden box on the way back and almost fell down. Then I immediately stabilized my body.
"You are the leader here, right?" Obana looked at him, his hands naturally drooped, and his eyes narrowed.
This is a fighting habit he has developed over the years. When he squints his eyes, his field of vision will become narrower, but the focus will be more focused. He does not need to see clearly the movements of the minions around him, he only needs to see clearly the person in front of him.
"Who are you?" Amakusa stood up straight. The question of why you appeared that was brewing in his mind was instantly replaced.
He grabbed the handle of Zanpakutō with his right hand, and the blade slipped out of the sheath. When the surrounding armed private soldiers saw the leader drawing his sword, they also grasped their weapons and surrounded him. The iron knives, wooden sticks, and hoes reflected uneven cold light in the moonlight.
Obana's eyes swept from the weapons around him, and then fell back on Amakusa's face. His expression did not change, and he slowly pulled out Zanpakutō from his waist. "Only your life can calm the anger of those nobles."
He paused, as if to confirm whether he had said anything wrong, and then added, "If it were me a hundred years ago, you would have no chance to speak."
A hundred years ago, before he was beaten up by Yamamoto Shigekuni and voluntarily joined Seireitei, he was still another frightened executioner, the cold-blooded killer who could kill people silently.
The Danjiro Obana standing here now is Fifth Division Captain, the commander of Combat Rescue Team
Amakusa couldn't understand what he was talking about at all, and thought what he said was incomprehensible, "What are you talking about!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already charged forward with his sword.
This is a chop, falling from the top of the head, along the center line, the angle is very positive, and the force is very strong, but the step is too broken, the center of gravity is too forward, the shoulder moves before the knife is drawn, and the wrist is not locked after the knife is drawn.
Obana just turned slightly sideways, the blade brushed his left shoulder and fell down, the slash missed Amakusa quickly pulled away from him
Two armed private soldiers nearby rushed forward, one wielding an iron sword and slashing horizontally, the other stabbing him with a sharpened bamboo pole.
Obana did not retreat. His body turned less than a quarter of a turn between the two attacks. The iron knife passed through his back and the bamboo pole passed through his waist. Both attacks failed at the same time.
A ray of silver light flashed from the sheath. The private soldier holding the iron knife had already fallen down clutching his chest. The private soldier holding the bamboo pole backed away in fear.
"You guy!" Amakusa watched his man fall to the ground, blood gushing out from the wound, and quickly spread a dark red on the gravel ground. His eyes were red, but the anger did not overwhelm his reason, because Obana's attention was all on him, and even if he attacked, he would not get any benefits.
"I suggest you run away now." Obana's voice was still low, and his tone was still gentle, even with a hint of sincerity.
"Otherwise, there will be no chance." His words were not meant to be sarcastic, but they were very bad. They fell into Amakusa's ears and turned into something else.
"Hey Soul Reaper!" Amakusa pointed the knife at Obana. The tip of the knife reflected a dazzling cold light in the moonlight.
"Don't think that just because you're wearing white clothes outside, you think you're awesome! Those four inside were the ones I didn't kill out of mercy!"
Obana's face suddenly turned dark. In all these years, no one has ever pointed a knife at him. His voice changed, not in volume, but in texture. "It seems you don't know Soul Reaper's power at all."
"Return to peace! Pure Spring!" Zanpakutō of Obana turned into white light, then quickly shortened into a dagger, the light dissipated, and some water appeared surrounding the dagger
Shikai's Reiatsu spread outwards, quietly penetrating into every inch of air.
The bodies of the armed private soldiers began to tremble uncontrollably, and the terrifying Reiatsu itself made them lose the courage to resist.
Their fingers loosened, the iron knives fell to the ground, and the wooden sticks rolled into the cracks in the gravel. Some people turned around and wanted to run, but their legs were too weak to move forward. Only a few people still stood there, teeth trembling, looking at their leader with an almost religious awe.
"Boss! Defeat him!" Someone shouted from behind, their voice mixed with worship and prayer. They were the old subordinates brought by Amakusa personally. In the eyes of those admirers, their leader was an invincible god, a legend who could create the Miracle even in desperate situations.
Amakusa heard it
He heard the voices of his men and the words shouted with the last strength by those who were still willing to believe in him. Those words burned on his back like fire, burning away his hesitation and his instinct to retreat.
Although his body was also trembling slightly because of the terrifying Reiatsu, he didn't know why he was trembling.
But he couldn't retreat, at least before he swung this sword