First Division Barracks
Shuichi seldom comes First Division Barracks
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's office was at the far end. Shuichi stood in front of the door and knocked twice.
"Come in"
Yamamoto's steady voice came through the door panel, Shuichi pushed the door in
In the room, the curtains were half-opened, and the afternoon sunlight squeezed in through the gaps, cutting a slanting beam of light in the air, with tiny dust slowly floating in the beam.
Yamamoto is sitting behind the desk, the documents in front of him are piled neatly, and the brush in his hand is still reviewing the documents.
"Teacher" Shuichi saluted at the door, then walked to the desk and stood still.
Yamamoto raised his eyes and glanced at him without any emotion. "What's the matter?"
Shuichi paused for a moment, thinking about how to explain the problem
He organized his speech on the way here, and thought about whether to be more tactful, take a detour, talk about the weather first, then the training progress, and finally inadvertently brought up the question. But standing here, looking at Yamamoto, he felt that detours were a waste of time.
"Teacher"
Shuichi said, "How many Lieutenant can there be at most in a squad?"
Yamamoto stopped turning over the paperwork. He hadn't heard such a good question for a long time.
Shuichi knows the weirdness of this question.
The organizational structure of the squad is fixed. There is one captain and one Lieutenant. This is the rule.
10th Seat has a tacit understanding that there can only be one person. It's not that there can't be two, it's that no one has ever done this. Two people stand in one seat. So who has the final say? How to arrange the order within the squad? How to divide the responsibilities?
But Shuichi checked it, and he spent a whole afternoon flipping through Thirteenth Division's archives, flipping from the lowest basic regulations to the latest supplementary provisions, from the organizational regulations issued by First Division to the squad organizational law promulgated by Central 46.
The article states the responsibilities of Lieutenant, assisting the captain in managing team affairs, and acting as the captain when the captain is unable to perform his duties for some reason; the authority of Lieutenant is written, and he can dispatch all personnel below Seated Officer With Squad Member, non-strategic level task transfer orders can be issued; the selection process for Lieutenant was even written, nominated by the captain, approved by Commander-in-Chief, and reported to Central 46 for filing
But there is no one that says 'A squad can only have one Lieutenant'.
This is a gray area.
And Shuichi plans to walk in this gray area.
Yamamoto put down the paperwork in his hand and raised his head, looking at Shuichi.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, Gotei 13 Commander-in-Chief, Soul Reaper, Zanpakutō The holder of Ryujin Jakka, Soul Society, the strongest swordsman, was stopped by his disciple.
Yamamoto was silent for longer than Shuichi expected. The office was extremely quiet, with only a few birdsong occasionally coming from outside the window. Yamamoto folded his hands On the table, his thumb gently rubbed the knuckles of his other hand, and his eyes fell on Shuichi's face, as if he had passed through Shuichi and landed on some farther place that only he could see.
Shuichi It can be seen that the teacher is thinking about this problem seriously, instead of just giving a number to solve the problem.
Yamamoto was thinking about the boundaries of the system, the flexibility of the squad, and the answer to a question he had never been asked before.
Chojiro Sasakibe moved his ears outside the door but made no sound
Finally, Yamamoto slowly spoke, "No more than three."
The voice was not loud, but each word seemed to have been spit out after a lot of hard work. Shuichi noticed that the teacher used "no more than three"
Shuichi chewed these five words over and over in his mind several times. This wording is very interesting. It gives an upper limit while also retaining room for exploration.
Shuichi nodded. "I understand."
Without asking any more questions, without pursuing any further questions, without showing any unnecessary expressions, he bowed slightly to Yamamoto, turned around, and walked towards the door.
"Shuichi"
Yamamoto's voice came from behind.
Shuichi stopped and turned around. Yamamoto had already stood up from behind the desk.
"It will be thirty years." When Yamamoto said this, his tone was completely different from just now. He was answering an institutional question just now, and his tone was calm, calm, and without any emotion.
It was different now. There was something in this sentence now. Shuichi couldn't tell what it was, but hearing it in his ears made his chest shake slightly.
Thirty years.
Shuichi was stunned for a moment. He really didn't know how to calculate this time.
Thirty years
"Today I decide"
Yamamoto's voice continued, Shuichi's eyes fell on the teacher's face
"I will teach you a unique skill."
Shuichi was stunned. When he came out of Genji School, Yamamoto said that there was nothing left to teach except stunts.
"Teacher?"
Shuichi's voice contained a trace of hesitation that he himself was not aware of.
Yamamoto didn't say anything more.
He turned around and walked towards the knife rack next to the wall. Zanpakutō Ryujin Jakka was resting there quietly. The scabbard was a simple dark brown without any extra decoration. The non-slip tape on the handle was purple.
Yamamoto slowly picked up Zanpakutō, held Ryujin Jakka in his hand, and turned around to face Shuichi.
His figure looked particularly tall in the afternoon light. The sunlight filtered in through the window lattice and fell on his fierce face, but it looked much softer than before. The sunlight coated the side face with a layer of gold. His figure looked particularly tall in the afternoon light.
Shuichi stood a few meters away, looked at by those eyes, and suddenly felt as if he had gone back to thirty years ago, the young man standing in the courtyard of First Division, facing a candle and a whole stone.
Thirty years later, he still feels this way in front of Yamamoto, an almost instinctive concentration, as if every cell in his body is telling himself that what will happen next will never be forgotten in his life.
"This stunt is called Caress Slash" Yamamoto pins Zanpakutō into his waist
Shuichi's eyes fell on Yamamoto's hand holding the knife.
"Look out"
Yamamoto's voice was not loud, but Shuichi knew he couldn't blink.
Yamamoto moved.
The movement is very slow.
Yamamoto demonstrates every moment when the sword is pulled out of the sheath, every movement, the friction of the sheath mouth, and the reflection of the blade showing little by little.
But very fast
After the demonstration of unsheathing, the blade was quickly cut out
As Shuichi's field of vision approached, he could not capture the trajectory of the blade at all. He could only see the moment when the handle of the knife popped out of the sheath. Yamamoto's entire body had disappeared from his field of vision.
Then the wind of the knife arrived, and a short and sharp stream of air passed over his left shoulder, blowing up his hair and Captain's Haori's hem. He could even feel the wind pressure brought by the knife leaving an extremely brief touch on his skin, like the tip of a needle gently scratching. The knife was already behind him.
Shuichi turned around suddenly
Yamamoto stood behind him, holding the knife in his right hand and pointing the tip of the knife diagonally at the ground. It was as if the slash just now had never existed. Only the lingering scent of the sword wind in the air and the broken hair still fluttering slightly in front of Shuichi's forehead proved that the slash had indeed happened.
Yamamoto put Ryujin Jakka back into the scabbard, but the movement was still very slow, so slow that Shuichi could hear the crisp "click" when the blade entered the scabbard.
Yamamoto turned his back. "This cut only takes a moment."
"The sword is drawn and the slash is completed at the same time. There is no accumulation of energy, no preparatory movements, and no second sword."
Shuichi turned around and looked at the back of Yamamoto
"Thank you teacher"
Shuichi bent down and bowed deeply.