The Man Who Bears the Name of "Oni" / The Secret Technique for Overcoming Strength with Weakness

West District 79.

Compared to the peaceful and tranquil neighborhoods around Seireitei, this place is extremely chaotic, with murders and robberies occurring frequently.

Under the blazing sun, a burly man was taking a nap in the shade of a tree, his face hidden by a straw hat.

Just as he was half asleep, a voice disturbed his peaceful dream.

The man moved the straw hat covering his face aside slightly, revealing a six- or seven-year-old boy holding several rolled-up sheets of paper.

"Is there something you need? If not, don't disturb my sleep." The man felt a little bored and covered his face with his straw hat again, but the little boy insisted on pulling him up.

"Look at these papers, can you see if there are any words written on them? I can't read, can you help me see what's written on them?" The little boy was very excited. "Can you see if there's any news about my parents written on them?"

The man let out a helpless sigh.

This is a newspaper, a tool used by nobles to pass the time. How could it possibly contain news about your parents?

"Where did you get this? A newspaper must be expensive, right?" the man asked.

The little boy looked troubled, muttered something, and then said, "That's none of your business. Just hurry up and check if there's any information about my parents on this."

The man was the only literate person in the area; the newspaper was covered in tiny characters, probably containing trivial stories about nobles.

The man glanced at it and, sure enough, it was a murder case caused by adultery. Couldn't these nobles have any backbone?

"This newspaper didn't mention anything about your parents. I advise you to give up and live your life well. Your parents came into this world twenty or thirty years ago. If they were still alive, they would have come looking for you long ago." The man ignored the little boy and turned over to continue sleeping.

"No, no! They must not know that I have come into this world, otherwise they would definitely come looking for me." The little boy muttered to himself, a stubborn look flashing across his face. No matter what, he was determined to find his parents.

But before that, there's something even more important to take care of.

"You little brat, get out here! How dare you steal our money?"

The shouts of several men could be heard in the distance.

In a chaotic place like District 79, not only theft, but even murder is quite common.

"What trouble have you gotten yourself into this time? I'm not going to help you solve it this time," the man lying under the tree said calmly.

"I can handle this myself." The little boy steeled himself, pulled a small knife from his pocket, and walked towards the samurai.

A newspaper was very expensive in those days, and a child certainly didn't have that much money, so he chose the quickest shortcut: stealing other people's money to buy the newspaper.

He had hoped the newspaper would contain news about his parents, whom he had been separated from for twenty years, but unfortunately, he was disappointed.

Chapter 154: The Man Bearing the Name of "Ghost"

"You bastard! You dare to take our money? Don't you know what death means?" A samurai carrying a katana strode over, followed by four or five other samurai dressed similarly.

These were samurai who died in battle in the Human World, but even in death they maintained their ideals from life, and would draw their swords and fight at the slightest disagreement.

The little boy was trembling with fear, clutching a knife, but he knew he had to take responsibility for the trouble he had caused.

"One against four isn't without a chance! I'm smaller and more agile. I'll rush in first and take down the leader, then the others will naturally be scared. That's what I'll do!" The little boy, holding a short knife, charged forward without any skill.

The man lying under the tree didn't even want to look anymore, and covered his face with his straw hat.

"Smack!"

The outcome was as expected: the little boy was slapped to the ground by the samurai, and then surrounded by five men who beat him mercilessly. The little boy could only cover his head and beg for mercy.

Reality was nothing like what he had imagined.

Just three or four minutes later, the little boy was covered in blood, his face bruised and swollen.

The samurai seemed to have vented his anger enough, and drew his katana, preparing to cut off the child's head.

As the blade swung down, in that brief instant, an arm stepped between the little boy and the blade.

"Clang!"

It was clearly a human arm, but when the blade struck it, it felt like striking a piece of granite.

"Huh? Who are you?" The samurai hurriedly looked at the busybody.

This was the same man who had been lying under the tree wanting to take a nap, and he was wearing a large straw hat.

The man was extremely tall, over 1.9 meters, and had a very muscular build; his muscles bulged out with the slightest movement of his arms.

"What do you want? Are you trying to meddle in other people's business! This kid stole our money, so it's only natural for me to kill him." The samurai took two steps back, standing on the same side as his companions.

"What a nuisance." The man cracked his neck. "He took your money, you beat him up, that's enough. There's no need to make a scene. How about you give him some face?"

"You're asking for death!" The samurai pointed his sword at the man before him. "You don't believe in your own name? I don't kill nameless men."

The man moved his neck, the bones creaking. Hearing the other person ask his name, the man fell into reminiscence.

What's my name again? I can't remember!

"Just call me..."

He recalled something from a long time ago. He used to love fighting and was always at the forefront of every fight. Whether it was his enemies or his teammates, they all called him "as strong as a demon" and gave him a nickname.

"Just call me Hyakki-ji- ji!" the man said leisurely, completely unconcerned that there were five samurai wielding sharp blades in front of him.

Although they were called samurai, the average height of these samurai in this era was less than 1.5 meters. When Hyakki-ji stood up, he was over 1.9 meters tall, and looking at these samurai in front of him was like looking at dwarfs.

"Big guy, trying to get ahead?" the samurai leader said.

Hyakki-ji slightly flexed his wrists. "No, whatever he owes you, I'll pay it back for you."

The samurai leader sneered, "No need to return the money. Judging from your shabby appearance, you don't look like a rich person. How about this, one large coin equals one cut. He stole twenty large coins from me. If you can stand here and let me cut you twenty times, we'll call it even."

"Alright!" Hyakki-ji ripped open his shirt, revealing his hairy chest. "Cut me all you want! I don't care."

The samurai even suspected that the man in front of them was crazy, so they drew their katana and chopped him off from the shoulder without hesitation.

They were renowned samurai in their lifetime, capable of slicing through armor with a single blow. Yet, this seemingly sure strike landed on Hyakki-ji as if it were a piece of steel.

It doesn't resemble a human body at all.

That body looked as if it were sculpted from the hardest diamond.

After the strike, Hyakki-ji let out a lazy yawn.

The samurai stared at his hand in disbelief.

The knife broke.

His tiger's mouth split open, and fresh blood gushed out.

"Monster! This man is definitely a monster! Attack him! Kill him!" the samurai leader shouted.

The four samurai behind him also drew their katana and began hacking wildly at Hyakki-ji.

After only a few cuts, their knives were also shattered by the impact.

"Hey! We agreed that one cut would be worth one big coin, and you've only made twelve cuts in total. There are still eight cuts left. I don't like owing people favors, so keep cutting me! You're making me feel so good!" said Hyakki-ji.

Damn it! This person in front of me is not only a monster, but also a pervert.

"Sorcery! This must be sorcery. Just because swords can't cut him doesn't mean fists can't! Everyone, use your fists!" The samurai leader rushed forward and punched Hyakki-ji in the nose.

Then his finger broke.

This guy isn't even human.

Even a body made of iron couldn't be that hard.

"Let's go! We encountered a monster today, we don't want this money!" the samurai leader said, trembling with fear.

This time, it was Hyakki-ji's turn to be unhappy.

"I still owe you eight cuts, keep cutting me! I can't sleep at night and I can't eat properly if you don't cut me! Keep cutting me! Keep cutting!" When Hyakki-ji saw these wandering samurai preparing to escape, he hurriedly followed them. The wandering samurai saw him as if they had seen a ghost, and they were so frightened that they scrambled to their feet.

"Sigh! Why is it so difficult to find someone who can hurt me!" Hyakki-ji sighed.

After the warriors left, he looked down at the little boy whose face was bruised and swollen.

"How are you? Can you still stand up?" Hyakki-ji asked.

The little boy struggled to his feet and wiped the blood from his nose with his hand.

"Hyakki-ji, why is your body so strong? You must be the strongest person in the world!" the little boy said with envy.

Hyakki-ji retorted, "How could I possibly be the strongest in the world? Do you know about the Gotei 13? I've heard that all the powerful Shinigami gather there. I really want to go see them."

"Then go for it!" the little boy said. "I've heard that the strongest Shinigami of all time have been given the name Kenpachi. If you become Kenpachi too, wouldn't I be very proud?"

"You talk like you know everything." Hyakki-ji tapped him on the head. "See if you dare steal other people's money again."

"I know a lot!" the little boy said excitedly, completely forgetting the scar on his face. "My information network is excellent. Rumor has it that becoming Kenpachi is simple; all you have to do is defeat the previous Kenpachi. Go give it a try! You can definitely do it."

Chapter 155: The Secret Technique of Overcoming the Strong with the Weak

"The strongest Shinigami? Kenpachi?" Hyakki-ji looked at the clouds in the sky, wondering what he was thinking deep down. All people with great power have one thing in common: they are belligerent. Hyakki-ji was no exception, except that he had too much power, and ordinary people could not satisfy his fighting desire.

"Rumor has it that the Gotei 13 has gathered the most powerful Shinigami in the entire Soul Society. Maybe I really can find a Shinigami who can rival me!" Hyakki-ji muttered to himself. Suddenly, he picked up his sword and strode forward. The little boy hurriedly followed and asked, "Hyakki-ji, where are you going?"

Hyakki-ji, without turning his head, said, "Of course, I'm going to challenge the strongest Shinigami. Even if I can't win, it should still be quite interesting!"

An excited smile spread across the little boy's face. He never expected that Hyakki-ji would actually challenge the strongest Shinigami, Kenpachi. This was going to be very interesting!

"Wait for me! I'm here to witness the birth of a legend! Once you become the strongest Grim Reaper, I'll spread your story throughout the streets and alleys, making you a celebrity!" The little boy happily chased after him.

Hyakki-ji simply smiled. Although he was combative, he disliked trouble the most. So, he was too lazy to fight Hyakki-ji opponents. Anyway, these people couldn't hurt him, and fighting back might only attract more flies. So, he let them fight to their hearts' content.

Shinji Hirako was undergoing special training at the moment, holding his Zanpakuto and looking at Yamabuki Chidori with cold sweat on his brow. He originally thought that this swordsmanship training would be fine with wooden swords, but he did not expect that Yamabuki Chidori would propose that both of them train with real swords.

"Damn it, are you trying to kill me? How could I possibly beat you!" Shinji Hirako shouted. He had already used all his methods, but he couldn't hurt Yamabuki Chidori in the slightest. The difference in strength between the two sides could not be made up for by petty tricks.

"Clang!" Shinji Hirako's sword clashed with Yamabuki Chidori's sword, and his own sword flew out like a meteor, embedding itself in the wall of the training ground.

Shinji Hirako discovered that both of his hands were cracked and bleeding profusely.

Yamabuki Chidori looked at Hirako. He had originally thought that if he pushed Hirako a little, he might be able to squeeze out some of Hirako's potential. However, no matter how much he persecuted Shinji Hirako, the kid's strength did not improve significantly.

As expected, a genius Kurosaki Ichigo is one in a thousand years.

"Alright, that's enough for today's special training. Come here, let me bandage your wound. Oh, and I also want to teach you a sword technique to use when facing someone stronger than yourself," Yamabuki Chidori said.

After working with Yamabuki Chidori for the Shinji Hirako few days, Hirako Shinji had come to a clear understanding of just how unreliable this man was. "Does such swordsmanship really exist?"

"Don't look at me with that skeptical look. This is something I've researched and developed over many years. Take it or leave it!" Yamabuki Chidori said bluntly.

"Learn, why wouldn't you learn!" It was rare for Shinji Hirako to get something of real value from Yamabuki Chidori, so how could he let it go unlearned?

Yamabuki Chidori said solemnly, "The true essence of this sword technique lies in its footwork and incantation. Only by mastering these two aspects can one grasp the essence of this sword technique."

"Footwork? Chanting? Could it be an advanced swordsmanship technique that incorporates Flash Step and Kidō?" Shinji Hirako was startled; this was something extraordinary.

"Next, I'll tell you what to do, and you do it," Yamabuki Chidori said with a serious expression.

Shinji Hirako swallowed hard. His hand wound had healed by now, and he pulled the sword that was nailed to the wall.

"Grip the hilt with your right hand, support the blade with your left, and hold both hands out straight," Yamabuki Chidori said in a deep voice.

Shinji Hirako's heart was in turmoil. He had heard that some people used this posture when launching Kidō. Was it really as he had guessed? This was a technique that combined Kidō and swordsmanship.

"Bend your knees, straighten your chest, and then comes the chanting, which is the most important part." Yamabuki Chidori looked at Shinji Hirako.

Hirako felt that her posture was strange.

"Listen carefully, the incantation to chant is 'I was wrong, I'll never do it again!' The voice must be loud and clear, the main thing is to show sincerity," said Yamabuki Chidori.

"I was wrong... wrong my ass! Are you kidding me?! How could there be such outrageous swordsmanship?" Shinji Hirako slammed the sword in his hand to the ground.

Yamabuki Chidori burst into laughter. "You're too gullible! You actually followed my lead with such a serious face! No, no, I can't take it anymore! Laugh for a bit! Actually, it's not entirely useless. A real man can bend and stretch. If you encounter a soft-hearted enemy, you might actually be able to save your life! Come on, shout it out loud, don't be shy."

"This is outrageous! This is clearly a joke!" Shinji Hirako roared in fury.

"Yeah, I was just messing with you. What kind of swordsmanship is there in this world where the weak can defeat the strong? Reiatsu is the real key." Yamabuki Chidori laughed.

Throughout the entire Bleach series, the only person who could defeat a stronger opponent was the Sternritter's the Compulsory Quantity. They were able to turn Ichigo, the Ichigo- wielding swordsman, into a carpet in a single exchange, nearly kill the Sword God, overwhelm Yoruichi, and beat up the manager. In the end, they only managed to win by relying on Grimmjow's sneak attack.

This truly demonstrates the ability to ignore Reiatsu and deal real damage directly.

As for the others, especially Shinigami and Hollows, they cannot escape the "theory of invincible Reiatsu".

For example, Chizome Souya can control his Reishi to merge into other people's bodies and launch sneak attacks from within them. This ability seems almost invincible, but he was beaten like a grandson when facing Kenpachi Zaraki, who had not yet broken free of his seal.

Chizome Souya attempted to control his Reishi to invade Kenpachi Zaraki's body, but Kenpachi Zaraki's Reiatsu was far too strong. The Reiatsu Reishi were crushed as soon as they approached Kenpachi Zaraki's body, failing to harm Kenpachi Zaraki and instead inflicting serious injuries on Chizome Souya himself. Even when he merged his own Reishi into the air, Kenpachi Zaraki simply Splitting Void with his sword, Chizome Souya once again.

In the end, he could only flee back to the Mugen Jigoku, where he was relentlessly mocked by Aizen.