Do Youngsters These Days Not Take Me Seriously Anymore? / His Words Are Kind

Orange never imagined that the boy's current identity would be so sensitive.

After leaving the Ishida Family, clutching his stomach, the boy wandered aimlessly through the streets.

The flames of war will soon reach this city.

He could still protect himself from ordinary people, but a few days ago, several strange men dressed in black and carrying samurai swords suddenly appeared in this small town. Ordinary people seemed to be unable to see them. These strange men launched a frenzied pursuit against him. If it weren't for his special abilities, he might have been killed long ago!

"What kind of world is this!" the boy cursed inwardly, "All sorts of demons and monsters have come out."

He even suspected that the men in black were monsters.

However, at that moment, a chilling killing intent made him stop in his tracks. He saw a black-clad Grim Reaper standing coldly in front of him, holding Zanpakuto in his hand, looking at the boy with the eyes of someone eyeing prey!

Chapter 84: Do these young people nowadays not respect me at all?

The boy's blood seemed to freeze, and a thick aura of killing intent enveloped his entire body, making it extremely difficult to even move a finger.

The man in black approached step by step, and the boy, having exhausted all his courage, finally regained the freedom to move his body.

"Young man, I heard you escaped from my blade!" The Grim Reaper began to spin his Zanpakuto, his slender fingers spinning rapidly, the blade gleaming eerily in the moonlight like a spinning wheel.

"Don't force me!" the boy said, his teeth chattering.

The Grim Reaper before me is on a completely different level from the two people I encountered this morning.

"I know you have strange abilities. Use them, or I'll just kill you like this." Death's cold words were like a chilling wind blowing from the Nine Netherworlds.

The boy named Kurosaki Jun swung both hands simultaneously, and an invisible force condensed into a samurai sword in each of his hands.

This was a power he was born with, and he didn't know the principle behind it. Anyway, the two swords were extremely sharp, and he had loved kendo since he was a child, so he had mastered a pretty good Two-Sword Style.

Even the warriors under the city lord's command might not be his match.

But the two men in black he encountered this morning were unusually difficult to deal with.

Whether it was a misperception or not, the Grim Reaper in front of me seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"That's all! Then I won't stand on ceremony!" Death stopped turning his blade.

The boy assumed Two-Sword Style stance.

From where will they attack? I'm so nervous!

These men in black seemed to use strange magic, and their clothes were peculiar; when one's knife struck them, a strange light membrane would form.

They would also use a weapon that could produce a loud bang to attack themselves from a distance.

It took a lot of effort for me to get rid of the two men in black.

However, as long as you have the courage, it's not impossible to defeat your opponent!

This is what the boy thought before he realized he had been stabbed.

The twin swords in his hands shattered.

There was a deep wound on his shoulder, almost revealing the bone.

The boy clutched the wound on his shoulder and knelt on the ground, completely bewildered by what had just happened.

Why did the knife in my hand shatter in an instant?

Why did I get injured in an instant?

The Grim Reaper turned back indifferently, lightly flicking the blade in his hand twice. "The Flash Blossom technique is indeed difficult to control. To aim at the enemy's vitals while moving at supersonic speed—I really don't know how those monsters mastered it! Judging from your expression, you must not understand, right? This is an ability only high-level Grim Reapers use, called Flash Step. Even if I explained it to you, you still wouldn't understand? Prepare to die!"

The boy's pupils contracted. The previous slash had severely injured his shoulder, causing him to lose his balance. Under these circumstances, it was impossible for him to dodge the enemy's next attack.

Even in their prime, they couldn't escape it!

The Grim Reaper used Flash Step again, barely controlling his sword as he moved at supersonic speed, aiming for the boy's neck.

In an instant, he appeared behind the boy, but... he didn't feel the blade strike him.

"Huh? Did you avoid it?" Death turned around in a daze, but the next second, something happened that he couldn't understand at all.

The boy had vanished.

A perfectly healthy person just vanished right before my eyes!

The Shinigami could confirm that it was just an ordinary person. Although it possessed some special power, it was definitely not a Shinigami or a Hollow, and could not use Flash Step or Sound Steps.

Why did this boy suddenly disappear?

Death couldn't understand it.

"Ugh! Honestly, I just warned him yesterday, and he's already causing trouble for me today."

A weary voice came from a rooftop not far away.

Death hurriedly looked up and, in the silvery moonlight, saw two people sitting on the roof. One of them was the boy who had suddenly disappeared, and the other...

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!!!" The Grim Reaper's hands trembled uncontrollably. Every Grim Reaper knew this man's name.

Yamabuki Chidori.

"General... Chief Strategist!" Death managed to squeeze out four words in a voice that sounded like he was about to cry.

Why did the Chief Strategist suddenly appear in the Human World?

Why didn't I receive this information?

The boy's CPU had completely crashed.

The boy in front of him, who looked slightly older than him, must also be a Grim Reaper, but why was he saving him?

"A month ago, Soul Society executed a group of Shinigami for killing ordinary people in the Human World, a serious crime. You should know that, right? Shiroki Jiro, the seventh Seated Officer the Fifth Division of the Gotei 13." Yamabuki Chidori accurately called out the other person's name, "Tsunayashiro Fūka doesn't even know how to restrain himself. Back then, he begged me to keep a Lieutenant position for him. I took pity on him and put him in the position of Lieutenant of the Fifth Division. He actually used his position to plant his own people and spies in the division. Sigh, what can I say? Does he really think that what he did could escape my eyes?"

Shiroki Jiro knew he couldn't escape punishment; killing a living person was a grave crime punishable by death, and he had been caught red-handed by the highest authority in Soul Society while he was killing a living person.

Run! Run fast!

The thought had barely crossed Shiroki Jiro's mind when his head was slammed to the ground again, and at the same time, a steel nail pierced through his hands, pinning them to the ground.

"I'm a very kind person. Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely. If you tell me everything you know, I might just let you go if I'm in a good mood. But if you try to play the tough guy game with me... I don't want to torture my own people. The last time I tortured someone was over a hundred years ago," Yamabuki Chidori said in a very languid tone, seemingly completely unconcerned about the Grim Reaper's life or death.

Shiroki Jiro trembled all over.

With a final, sharp clench of his teeth, he ruptured the venom sac within his teeth and died instantly.

Yamabuki Chidori never expected this kid to be so headstrong.

"Is this the assassin you've been keeping? Tsunayashiro Fūka!" Yamabuki Chidori sneered. "Or do you have some leverage over him? Family? Or friends?"

I was originally going to give you face.

But you're not giving me any face at all.

Have they all forgotten how I ruined the Central 46 a hundred years ago?

Are they all trying to play dirty tricks on me now?

Okay, you want to play, right? Let's have a blast this time.

"Excuse me... who exactly are you people?" the boy asked, raising his hand in fear.

These two people are wearing almost identical clothes, so why are they killing each other?

Yamabuki Chidori had no time to pay attention to the boy. With a gentle wave of her hand, Shiroki Jiro's body instantly turned to ashes, leaving not a trace.

Then, he sensed the Reiatsu of the other Shinigami.

Chapter 85: His words were good

When the Grim Reapers saw Yamabuki Chidori appear before them, their faces turned ashen, as if they had eaten excrement.

"Chief of Staff Officer!"

Yamabuki Chidori quietly looked at these Grim Reapers: "Do you still Chief Strategist? Do you know what a crime it is to kill a living person?"

If the world is likened to a balance scale, then souls are the weights on either side. The world will only be stable if the "weights" of souls in the Human World Soul Society and the Soul Society are close to equal. If too many people die due to war or plague, the Soul Society will send some souls to the Human World to be reincarnated.

In short, it's all about balance.

When these Grim Reapers saw the Yamabuki Chidori, each of them made a different choice. Some ran away, some stayed put, and some even knelt down and begged for mercy.

If they were taken back, they would surely die, and the man in front of them was someone they couldn't fight against.

The two Grim Reapers who chose to flee were pierced through the body by the White Lightning.

"Tell me, who told you to do this? Don't tell me you did it for fun." Yamabuki Chidori's voice was like a cold wind blowing from Hell.

The remaining three Grim Reapers looked at each other, none of them daring to tell the truth.

Finally, it was the Grim Reaper kneeling on the ground who spoke, "Chief Strategist, I know we've committed a capital offense, just kill us! As for the person behind it all... we really can't say!"

Yamabuki Chidori's eyebrows twitched slightly, and she suddenly reached out and grabbed the Grim Reaper's chin, prying a small venom sac out of his eye.

The other two Grim Reapers, who hadn't expected their suicide attempt to fail, turned ashen-faced.

These Grim Reapers would rather die than reveal the truth, Yamabuki Chidori roughly understood their concerns.

"Saito, stop playing around and come out now. I need your help with something," Yamabuki Chidori said.

Saitō Fubōfu and sitting on the roof beam watching the play, heard Yamabuki Chidori's words and flipped down.

"You were just complaining that I was getting in your way, and now you're asking me for help! You can't trust a man's words!" Saitō Fubōfu said with a laugh.

"Stop arguing with me. Send these people to Soul Society, and whatever you do, make sure they don't die. I'll deal with them when I get back," Yamabuki Chidori said. "Also, this matter must be kept secret. Don't tell anyone except the Captain Commander."

"Don't worry." Saitō Fubōfu, knew this was no small matter, so he abandoned his nonchalant attitude and led the three Shinigami back to Soul Society.

Yamabuki Chidori then turned to look at the young man.

Kurosaki Jun trembled slightly as he looked at the Grim Reaper before him. What had happened tonight was far too thrilling; he might never experience anything like it again in his lifetime.

"Fullbringer, no wonder... Kid, come here, I'll heal your wounds," Yamabuki Chidori said.

But the boy still looked at Yamabuki Chidori with wariness.

After all, he had just been hunted by Death.

Yamabuki Chidori gave him no chance to resist, pinning him to the ground and healing his wounds.

"From now on, death will no longer be chasing you, you can rest assured about that. Don't you have a girl you like? Hurry back and see her. This small town will soon be captured by the enemy. You have special powers, so you have the ability to survive even when facing a chaotic army. But that girl named Orange is just an ordinary person. Alas! It would be terrible if such a beautiful girl fell into the chaos of war!" Yamabuki Chidori said with a sigh.

Discipline was generally weak in ancient armies.

After the city falls, looting and massacres become commonplace. After all, why would soldiers fight for you? Isn't it all for money, land, and women?

Throughout history, very few have been able to achieve the same level of discipline Yue Family Army, who were known for "preferring to freeze to death rather than dismantle houses and starve to death rather than plunder."

As the two of them were talking, the sounds of battle erupted outside the city.

The enemy outnumbered them several times over, and the city walls of this small town were pitifully low. They were quickly breached by the enemy, and countless residents were awakened by the sounds of battle, looking outside with terrified expressions.

The once peaceful town was instantly transformed into World of the Living Hell.

The boy, his face filled with anxiety, ran quickly towards Orange's house. After only a few steps, he suddenly turned back to look at Yamabuki Chidori: "Aren't you going to do anything about this massacre?"

"We Grim Reapers don't concern ourselves with human conflicts." Yamabuki Chidori listened to the sounds of battle during the Long March while gazing at the moon and sipping her wine.

Life and death, reincarnation—that's really all there is to it.

The boy didn't care about anything else at that moment and ran to the Ishida Family as fast as he could.

A young man in armor was seen guarding the door, wielding a samurai sword. He had killed several enemy soldiers in succession. Due to excessive physical exertion, the young man was panting heavily, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

This young man is Ishida Akari, the eldest son of the Ishida Family.

He had known about the war beforehand, so he rushed back to pick up his family. He just didn't expect that the enemy army would break through the city walls as soon as he got home.

As for the city's lord, he had already fled with his family.

"That coward! I will never let him get away with this!" At first, Ishida Akari thought she had met a wise ruler, but she never expected that he was actually a despicable person who deserted his post.

With their lord gone, the soldiers in the city were demoralized and utterly incapable of resisting an enemy force several times their size. Ishida Akari was merely an ordinary person with mediocre swordsmanship; if things continued like this, he would eventually collapse...

The young man trembled uncontrollably at the thought of his family falling into the hands of the rebel army.

"Whoosh!"

A figure rushed out of the alley; it was Kurosaki Jun.

They know each other and have a good relationship.