The Unforgiven from Shinigami
The blazing white light of the blade was even colder than the chilling air.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya can't even blink; if he blinks even slightly, half his head will be chopped off.
The ice wings closed from the left and right, and a thick layer of ice condensed on the outside again.
He was wrapped up like a giant ice ball.
Card.
With a crisp sound, the thick ice shattered into countless chunks. Taking advantage of this moment of respite, Tōshirō Hitsugaya used Shunpo to create distance behind him.
"Good."
This reaction prompted Shiraishi to say, "When facing an opponent far stronger than yourself, it's useless to attack relentlessly from the start; it will only expose your weaknesses. It's better to focus on defense and then seek an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow."
Tōshirō Hitsugaya was able to graduate from the Shin'ō Academy so quickly, which goes without saying, as his talent and understanding of combat were remarkably rapid.
It's easy to understand.
But this isn't real combat. Instead of being cautious, Tōshirō Hitsugaya needs to use more techniques and see how to combine them to counter the enemy.
From this, I figured out the playing style that best suited me.
If going all out isn't enough, then try using nine-tenths of your strength.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya exhaled a breath of cold air and launched another attack Shunpo.
The subtle changes did not escape Shiraishi's notice, and a smile appeared on his face. Teaching a genius was especially gratifying.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya launched a swift thrust, using his Zanpakuto as a rapier, and stabbed at Shiraishi at high speed.
Instead of parrying, he chose to dodge. Under the powerful perception of his Spiritual Sense, even a top-tier swordsman like Retsu Unohana was unable to break through his defenses.
Not to mention that after his upgrade, his performance in all aspects improved significantly.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya's fierce attack didn't even touch a hair on his head.
Shiraishi dodged for a moment, then swung his sword based on instinct, just in time for Tōshirō Hitsugaya's attack.
With a sudden flap of his icy wings, he soared into the sky, the ice dragon's tail snapping off below. He gripped his Zanpakuto with both hands, unleashing his full speed and power to strike down with all his might.
"That's exactly how it should be."
Shiraishi 'Steel Tempest speeds up, creating distance.
Boom!
Tōshirō Hitsugaya slashed his sword across the ground, and ice spikes suddenly exploded, as if frozen thorns were inside.
"Hoo," Tōshirō Hitsugaya stood up, turned around, and continued his attack.
The fierce battle lasted for an hour. Tōshirō Hitsugaya's Reiatsu couldn't withstand the Bankai, and before the ice flowers had even finished withering, his ice wings disintegrated first.
"Ha, ha," Tōshirō Hitsugaya gasped for breath, his sword planted in the ground to keep himself from collapsing.
Shiraishi sheathed his sword and asked, "Can you still go back?"
"Yes, I just need to rest for a little while."
Tōshirō Hitsugaya spoke, he took a few deep breaths and asked, " Shiraishi- senpai, if I keep training, how long do you think it will take me to surpass Aizen?"
Shiraishi said tactfully, "Don't think too far ahead. Set a small goal first: defeat Soi Fon or Komamura."
"Oh." Tōshirō Hitsugaya somewhat disappointed. He had trained hard, hoping to avenge Hinamori.
Shiraishi reached out and patted his head, comforting him, "Don't be disappointed. Your potential for growth is still worth looking forward to. In another hundred or two hundred years, you might even reach the level of the Captain Kyōraku."
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Tōshirō Hitsugaya asked, "Can Captain Kyōraku defeat Aizen?"
"Difficult to handle."
Shiraishi answered truthfully.
Shunsui Kyōraku's Bankai is underhanded, but it's no match for Aizen's immortality.
If one strike isn't enough, then there's nothing to do but wait for death, and Aizen will finish it off with a single blow.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya pursed his lips and asked again, " Shiraishi- senpai, if you and Aizen were to fight, who would win?"
"It's hard to say."
Shiraishi shook his head. If he relied on his Shikai to unleash a double critical hit, he could use the strongest slash in the entire Shinigami...
With Reiatsu of over 30,000, he could look down on anyone.
The prerequisite is that you can actually do it.
If they meet again, Aizen should either try to seal it, like he sealed Ryūjin Jakka, by creating a Hollow that can seal his attacks.
Either end the battle as quickly as possible, preventing him from landing a critical hit.
Therefore, he needs to train in Bankai to increase his trump cards and avoid falling into Aizen's trap.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya understood, stood up, and said, " Shiraishi- senpai, I'll go back and take care of my official business."
"Okay, go back and tell Rangiku for me that I have something to take care of."
Shiraishi waved his hand, used the Steel Tempest to leave, and headed to the Ugendo of the Thirteenth Division.
The lake surface shimmered with light, and the koi carp leisurely swayed their tails, completely unaware of the hardships of life, simply waiting to be fed every day.
The autumn wind swept past the entrance of Ugendo, ringing the wind chimes hanging outside. Shiraishi reached out and lifted the bamboo curtain.
There was a strong herbal smell inside. Jūshirō Ukitake lay on the bed with a hot towel on his forehead. He turned his head, saw it was him, and quickly got up, still holding the towel on his forehead, and said, " Shiraishi, please sit down. I'll go get you a cup of tea, cough cough cough."
"Never mind, I'll do it myself."
Shiraishi stopped him, poured himself a cup of tea, and then poured him one as well. "Your condition seems to have worsened again?"
"Yeah, sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad."
Jūshirō Ukitake responded weakly, sitting on the bed with his hand still on the hot towel to ease the pain in his head. "What did you want to see me about?"
"I want you to recommend Tōshirō Hitsugaya as the captain of the Tenth Division. He has already Bankai, and he is diligent in his work, unlike me, a lazybones. He is more suitable to be the captain."
Shiraishi revealed the purpose of his trip.
A hint of guilt appeared on Jūshirō Ukitake's face as he said, " Shiraishi."
"Okay, stop giving me that 'I owe you money' look. I don't care about your suspicions."
Shiraishi interrupted him, saying frankly, "My resignation has nothing to do with this matter. It's just that a qualified successor like Tōshirō Hitsugaya has emerged, and it's unreasonable for me, an unqualified captain, to continue occupying that position."
"I see," Jūshirō Ukitake said, not continuing to persuade him, and instead suggested, "How about this, why don't you become the acting captain of the Thirteenth Division?"
As you can see, my health is deteriorating, and I can barely handle any incidents throughout the year.
"I'm afraid I won't survive to the end in this war."
When talking about his life and death, Jūshirō Ukitake appeared very calm. Years of illness had long since exhausted his fear of death.
He only wanted to handle his own affairs properly and find a suitable successor for the Thirteenth Division.
"You can be like the Tenth Division, not needing to worry about too many things. Just sit in this position and wait for someone capable of taking over the Thirteenth Division."
Jūshirō Ukitake's eyes were full of anticipation, but his face also showed a cautious fear of rejection.
"Okay, I promise."
Shiraishi agreed, feeling somewhat sentimental. The plot had changed, and whether he could survive until the Blood War arc was truly a question.
"Thank you, cough cough."
Jūshirō Ukitake became agitated and started coughing again.