Come Hit Me! Come on, Hit Me! / Spatial Abilities Really Let You Do Whatever You Want

As he spoke, Hyakki-ji actually took out a Spiked Knuckle Duster from his pocket, covered in sharp spikes, so he didn't seem to be joking.

"Are you out of your mind? You're absolutely out of your mind! This isn't just a psychological disorder, this is masochism!" Shinji Hirako thought to himself, ranting wildly.

Kirimaru Tsukishima, however, said he didn't need the Spiked Knuckle Duster; he was fine empty-handed.

Hyakki-ji's eyes gleamed with excitement. Finally, he could finally experience the taste of pain. This was too good to be true.

From childhood to adulthood, his body was too strong, and he could easily win any fight. In order to experience pain that he had never experienced before, he even stood still and let others hit him. However, his body's defense was too high. No matter how the other party hit him, he could not feel any pain, and there was not even a trace of scar.

The feeling of wanting to cause pain to this girl in front of me would be wonderful.

How would this girl hit herself? If she were unarmed, would it be a straight punch? Or a groin kick?

Even the weaknesses that are universally acknowledged by all men are not a problem for me.

Or are you suggesting I gouge out my eyes? My eyeballs are far stronger than the average person's.

What attack methods are left?

Hyakki-ji's mind raced wildly. Then Kirimaru Tsukishima walked over, raised his fair hand, and gently slapped Hyakki-ji's cheeks twice.

"Slap! Slap!"

Everyone was stunned. The injury wasn't severe, but the insult was extremely strong.

"Pervert, are you satisfied now?" Kirimaru Tsukishima looked at Hyakki-ji with a smile, Hyakki-ji felt his impenetrable defenses had been broken.

"Alright, Hirako, since this perverted man isn't saying anything, he must be satisfied, right? Let's go home and cook!" Kirimaru Tsukishima led Hirako away gracefully.

It was a mental attack! Kirimaru Tsukishima used a mental attack!!!

Hyakki-ji felt that something about him as a man had shattered.

The little boy who was with the Hyakki-ji also showed a helpless expression.

"Hyakki-ji, I knew you had something wrong with your mind. Maybe I should find you a psychologist before you challenge the Strongest Shinigami!" the little boy said.

"No, I'm not sick. I just crave pain. I'm not sick!" Hyakki-ji said firmly, unaware that his condition was already terminal.

Passersby looked at Hyakki-ji with pity, and some even threw copper coins at him.

"Such a big man, and he's insane! He's so pitiful, everyone should help him!"

In just half an hour, Hyakki-ji harvested a large quantity of vegetables and fruits.

That's enough to feed them for a long time.

"I'm back! Yamabuki, you wouldn't believe it, we ran into a pervert on the street just now! It scared me to death, but thankfully I'm incredibly quick-witted and managed to escape." Kirimaru Tsukishima said with a big smile.

"Pervert?" Yamabuki Chidori was stunned. How could someone dare to harbor malicious intentions towards Kirimaru Tsukishima?

Don't be afraid, wait seven hundred years and crush him with your weight.

Hirako muttered under her breath, "I don't think that guy is a bad person. He even saved my life. But he's really mentally disturbed. He actually asked Kiryu- san to hit him in public? And not just empty-handed, but with his own Spiked Knuckle Duster. Didn't you see how sharp those Spiked Knuckle Duster were?"

There are always perverts every year, but this year there seem to be more than usual.

From Yamabuki Chidori highly professional perspective, this should be a very serious psychological illness. This person must have been abused by their mother since childhood, and once they are abused again as an adult, they will have the illusion of being loved by their mother when they were a child.

Yes, that must be it.

"I'm going to cook! You two make yourselves at home here." Kirimaru Tsukishima brought various ingredients to the kitchen and began preparing a feast.

Shinji Hirako suddenly asked in a low voice, "Why did you insist on dragging me to Kiryu- san's house for a meal? Is there some important reason for this?"

"You'll find out soon enough," Yamabuki Chidori whispered.

Before long, the aroma of food wafted from the kitchen, Hirako couldn't help but swallow.

He had always thought that eating was simply about filling one's stomach with food, but when he saw Kiryu serving up all sorts of delicacies he had never seen before, Hirako realized that he was terribly wrong.

As the Five-Star Emperor McAs once said, "If I met this woman at the dinner table, I would know how lacking my understanding of food is."

"Don't be shy, eat whatever you like, there's more!" After finishing cooking, Kirimaru Tsukishima was noticeably slimmer, transforming from a voluptuous beauty into a slender one.

"What... what's going on here?" Hirako stared at Kirimaru Tsukishima in shock.

"When Kiryu cooks, she can infuse her Reiatsu into the food. This way, when others eat her food, not only can their Reiatsu Reiatsu be restored, but it can also be increased. It's amazing. Actually, I can do that too, but I'm just too lazy to cook," Yamabuki Chidori said.

Hirako excitedly took a bite of the grilled meat, and sure enough, the food contained Reiatsu.

"So, if I keep eating Kiryu- san's food, won't I keep getting stronger?" Hirako asked.

Chapter 159: Come and hit me! Come and hit me!

"Stop dreaming!" Yamabuki Chidori poured cold water on the idea without hesitation. "We've researched this. A person's potential has its limits, like a bowl. Once it's made, its capacity is predetermined and extremely difficult to exceed. Even if you eat Kiryu's delicious food every day, once you reach that limit, you won't be able to improve it even a little bit. Do you understand?"

Most Shinigami can only reach the level of a squadron leader in their entire lives; their talent only allows them to go this far, and going further is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Shinji Hirako nodded as if he understood, but what did it have to do with him? He just wanted to be an ordinary team member.

Rukongai).

There are many kendo dojos in Rukongai, where wandering samurai teach swordsmanship for a fee. For those who cannot become Shinigami, kendo dojos are their final destination, where they can learn swordsmanship for self-defense and also find support and avoid being bullied. However, tonight, an uninvited guest arrived at the kendo dojo closest to Seireitei.

"Bang!"

The door to the kendo dojo was kicked open from the outside, the heavy wooden door flying twenty or thirty meters away before crashing into the wall.

The dojo master immediately realized that someone had come to challenge the dojo, and hurriedly summoned all his disciples to prepare to deal with this uninvited guest. For a kendo dojo, being challenged is a common occurrence. After all, resources are limited, and if you want to recruit more disciples, you have to show your strength. The most direct way to show your strength is to challenge other dojos.

Use others as stepping stones to demonstrate your powerful martial arts and recruit more disciples.

A burly man, over 1.9 meters tall, strolled in lazily and immediately said, "Who's the strongest fighter here? Let him come out."

The abbot sat upright, determined to maintain proper decorum in front of his disciples.

"Who are you? Which dojo are you from? State your name!" the dojo master shouted sternly.

"Me? My name is Hyakki-ji. I'm not famous. The reason I'm looking for you is because I'm really unhappy right now. Could you send someone to beat me up?" Hyakki-ji said listlessly.

The curator, thinking he was getting old and his hearing was failing, couldn't help but reach up and pick at his ear before asking, "You mean... like being beaten up? Did I understand you correctly?"

In this day and age, are people still playing this game? Are they trying to stage an accident for extortion?

If my disciples touch him even slightly, he'll immediately lie down and demand medical expenses from me?

Indeed, many people used this method to commit fraud several years ago, and since this is Seireitei, people wouldn't die unless it was absolutely necessary.

When encountering such people, the shopkeeper would usually consider himself unlucky and give them a few coins to get rid of them. This time was no different; the shopkeeper took out a few copper coins from his purse.

"Young man, everyone's life is tough. Take this money and go somewhere else!" the shopkeeper said helplessly.

Hyakki-ji stared at the money in his hand, momentarily bewildered as to what was going on.

"I'm not here for money, I just want someone to beat me up, preferably beat me hard! That would be better for all of us," Hyakki-ji said very sincerely.

The museum owner was stunned; he couldn't believe there were still people this dedicated in this day and age.

"You asked for this," the master said to one of his disciples. "Go and beat him up, but don't hurt him too much. Stop when you've had enough."

The disciple bowed, drew his wooden sword from his waist, and was about to step forward when suddenly, Hyakki-ji took out a steel Spiked Knuckle Duster from his robes and threw it at him.

"Use this to hit me," Hyakki-ji said earnestly.

The disciple stared at the sharp spikes on the Spiked Knuckle Duster, bewildered, and turned to look at his master.

The curator was filled with awe; he had encountered someone who was fearless.

Since that's the case, then I'll grant your wish.

"Don't kill him, but make him feel the pain," the martial arts master said.

The disciple looked at the gleaming Spiked Knuckle Duster and hesitated to strike. If that punch landed on his face, it would at best tear his skin and flesh, and at worst separate his bones and flesh.

"I'm really going to hit you! You'd better watch out." The disciple aimed at the opponent's chest, hesitated, and threw a punch. He originally thought he would see flesh and blood fly out, but when his fist landed on Hyakki-ji's body, he realized that something was wrong.

The sensation was definitely not like hitting a person; it was more like hitting an incredibly hard granite. Sparks even flew between the Steel Spike of the Spiked Knuckle Duster and the skin of Hyakki-ji.

This is absolutely outrageous.

The disciple stared blankly at the Hyakki-ji, then turned to look at his Teacher.

The owner of the restaurant realized something was wrong. Could it be that this person wasn't there to ask for money, but actually looking for a beating?

"Young man, you are a very kind person, but please do your best. This is the greatest respect you can show me," Hyakki-ji said gently.

The disciple gripped the Spiked Knuckle Duster and, this time, used all his strength, delivering a merciless punch to Hyakki-ji's face. As a result, the Steel Spike on the Spiked Knuckle Duster snapped off, and the disciple's arm was also broken, causing him to writhe on the ground in pain.

Hyakki-ji said calmly, "I invite everyone here to come out and attack me!"

The museum owner has lived for over a hundred years and has never encountered anything so outrageous; this is a tough nut to crack.

"Since that's the case, let fate decide our lives!" the master shouted, and dozens of disciples rushed out, each wielding a katana.

At a command, the dozens of men rushed out, swinging their katana and hacking away desperately.

A series of cracking and splintering sounds were heard, and the knife shattered on the ground.

Many disciples had injured their arms. The sect leader's face was ashen. Hyakki-ji sighed in despair, "Why is it so difficult to find someone who can hurt me?"

"Are there any particularly powerful people around here? Even hearsay is welcome," Hyakki-ji asked.

The dojo master pondered for a moment, "In the kendo dojo on the west side, there's a behemoth, rumored to possess immense strength. Perhaps he can fulfill your request. Also, I've heard that there's a ghostly man who's been active in the Gomukui District for years, his name is... something like Kenpachi!"

Hyakki-ji's pupils contracted instantly. Kenpachi? Only the strongest Shinigami throughout history is called "Kenpachi." Kenpachi should be in Seireitei now, so why is he in Gomukui District?

"Thank you! I'll come back to see you once I find the person I'm looking for," Hyakki-ji said with a smile. This temple master is quite a nice person!

That night, bloodshed erupted in many martial arts dojos.

The next day, the master heard that the behemoth had become completely withdrawn and never touched a sword again, abandoning martial arts for literature.

Chapter 160: Can Spatial-type Abilities Really Be Used at Will?

The sweltering summer is the hardest to endure. After eating a slice of chilled watermelon, Yamabuki Chidori found a cool spot to take a nap. Outside, cicadas perched on the trees, making annoying chirping noises.

In stark contrast to the leisurely atmosphere of Yamabuki Chidori, Shinji Hirako was working frantically overtime, with a huge stack of documents in front of him.

"Damn it! This is clearly your own job, isn't it? Why are you pushing it all onto me? I'm just a temporary worker, and you're really ordering me around!" Hirako said through gritted teeth. He also wanted to eat a slice of chilled watermelon and then find a shady spot for a nice nap, but now he had to deal with these documents in his hands.

This is the legendary saying that a higher-ranking official can crush you. If I were a Captain, wouldn't I be spared being bossed around like this?

Hirako thought to himself that when he had the chance, he would like to become a Captain Lieutenant, so that he could slack off openly.

Perhaps it was the excessively hot weather that made people restless. The other people in the Staff Department were also working hard, but the workload of ordinary people was only about one-third of Hirako's. Most importantly, the salaries of both sides were exactly the same.

"That bastard! If I ever become the Captain Commander, I'll definitely give you all the work to do, and then I'll sit on the side eating watermelon and singing songs while you're working so hard. That feeling would be wonderful." Hirako kept the Visionary in his mind.

What he didn't know was that the very thing he was trying to do had already been done by the current Captain Commander; otherwise, why would there be Staff Department?

The Captain Commander gave Yamabuki Chidori so much work that it was impossible for one person to finish it all, which is why he had so many assistants and Staff Officer.

At this time of day, most of the squads are resting. After all, in this heat, who would be foolish enough to lie there and work?

Of course, the 12th Division is an exception.

At this moment, the 12th Division was extremely busy. The instruments on the screen detected a massive number of Garganta not far from Seireitei.

This means that a large number of people have entered the Soul Society.

Kirimaru Tsukishima his arms and stared at the information before him with a grave expression.

"Have you figured out what happened? Why are so many Hollows coming to Soul Society?" Kirimaru Tsukishima fanned his cheeks with his hand, unable to bear the heat any longer. He took off his coat, revealing a white shirt.

In terms of sheer imposing presence, perhaps only the current Captain of the 8th Division, Katoru Hatsunoya, could rival him. Moreover, he was sweating profusely in this sweltering heat, his shirt clinging tightly to his body, leaving the researcher responsible for answering questions unsure of where to look!

"I'm very sorry, Lieutenant, we haven't found the cause yet. However, if we don't report it to our superiors soon, it could lead to a major disaster," the researcher warned.

When Hollow I arrives in Soul Society, he will definitely try to devour souls. If he devours too many souls, it will cause the balance of the Three Realms to collapse. The Shinigami were created to prevent this from happening.

"Seriously, with such a major incident, what is the Captain doing?" Kirimaru Tsukishima angrily kicked open the door to the laboratory of Zendouji Yuuhin.

Zendouji Yuuhin carefully held a dropper and dripped some very strange-looking liquid into a test tube.

"Captain!!! Something terrible has happened! Come out and take charge, or the Captain Commander will definitely cut our research funding!" Kirimaru Tsukishima shouted.

Zendouji Yuuhin stretched out her plump hand, making a shushing gesture. "We're almost there! This is my greatest achievement in a hundred years!"

Kirimaru Tsukishima had no choice but to report the matter to the Captain Commander, bypassing his own Captain.