Reaper: The eight magic skills at the beginning, they all call me the God of Dharma

The progress of other different arts is also good, but the effect of combined application is still not ideal. To put it bluntly, using highly skilled different arts to drive low-skilled different arts can reduce the difficulty of operation, but it is difficult to guarantee precision.

After finishing all this, Guanyue returned to the self-cultivation furnace studio in the team building of the second division, locked herself in the self-cultivation furnace, and began a three-day retreat.

He wants to adjust himself to the most perfect state during this period.

Now that I have decided to leave the second team.

Then you can draw a successful conclusion to this short [Secret Maneuver] career with the best appearance.

58. Bride town with strong folk customs

In the world of corpses and souls, the law and order of Seireitei is naturally not comparable to that of Liuhun Street.

But in this bustling city built for gods of death and nobles, there is an area that has an extremely similar atmosphere to Ruhun Street.

The name is 'Bride Town'.

It is not a place name with a beautiful meaning, but it will remind people of the reins used by lowly and humble animals and the residents tied by these reins.

But the reality is exactly the opposite.

The [-]th team building is located in the middle of the town.

Men wearing sawgrass armbands that would silence even a crying child are entrenched here.

The Goutei Thirteen Squad, which evolved from the killer group, is itself a huge armed force. On this basis, it is called the "Battle Squad". One can imagine how elite it is.

Therefore, the captains of all dynasties will be given the title of 'Sword Eight'.

This is the symbol of the strongest god of death.

The folk customs of Bride Town are tough.

Even the young proprietress who runs an izakaya near the team building dares to pick up a bench and throw people under the table when the soldiers are drinking and making trouble.

Most of the other residents are also rude by nature.

But no matter what kind of person they are, what kind of background they have.

There is only one main reason that can prompt them to settle here, and even to take root for generations... and that is to experience the overwhelming power of Kenpachi up close.

Just like some people in this world like to watch fighting games, and yearn for a military career with gold and iron horses.

Whenever the soldiers returned from the expedition, they would personally tell all kinds of interesting stories that happened on the battlefield, as if they were on the scene.

Adopting the method of integrating into the daily life of the eleventh team members, gaining a sense of participation from it, so as to satisfy the strong lack of not being able to have a strong force and go to the battlefield to kill the enemy side by side.

Early this morning, many residents who got up early and opened their shops looked at the empty streets and felt very puzzled.

"What's going on? The [-]th team went out last night? Haven't you come back yet?"

"What stupid things are you talking about? Can we still not know about the presence and absence of the expedition?"

"But where have all the people gone? Usually at this time, someone will come and carry back the guy who was drunk last night. There are still a few drunks in my store, but where is the person who carried him?"

"...how should I put it, I always feel that the atmosphere today is very strange, and... there is an indescribable familiarity, it seems that someone has heard of a similar situation before, or is it just a pure illusion?"

"No, it's not an illusion, I have the same feeling, and I know why you feel familiar."

A white-haired old man with scars on his face and muscular arms, who looked like a fishmonger, looked at the [-]th team building at the end of the street with a complicated expression.

"You should have heard the story of the "Hana no Samurai Group" that happened hundreds of years ago from your parents, right? Don't you think that the opening of the story is very similar to what happened today...?"

"..."

"...?"

"...!?"

The expressions of the rest of the shopkeepers quickly changed from doubt to shock.

"Warrior of Flowers... Tsukiya Shiki Kenpachi, who has this nickname because there are more female soldiers under his command. Apart from the most mysterious first generation, the most legendary and most prestigious Kenpachi so far."

"His reign lasted for hundreds of years. Our parents and grandparents have heard about his deeds and told them as stories to our children. I don't know what's going on with you, but the first thing I heard about him is This is a story about the day a bold and unrestrained man became Kenpachi."

The white-haired old man's voice was low and deep, which touched everyone's hearts.

"...The [-]th team that day was as quiet as it is now, because most of the team members went to the dojo to watch the battle."

Gudong.

I don't know where it started, a series of swallowing saliva and gasping sounds sounded.

"Is a new Jianba going to appear?"

"Who knows, the challengers have lost quite a few times."

"I think it might work."

"Master Ghost Rock City is not as empty-handed as the previous generation of Jianpachi."

"That's great too. If he wins this way, no one will gossip."

"what?"

Suddenly realizing that the voice of the person talking to him was extremely strange, the resident turned his head and saw a face that was too young.

"Deadly costume? You are a rookie in the [-]th team? A face you have never seen before,"

"Not yet, but soon."

Guanyue replied casually.

Then he walked towards the [-]th team's team building.

"Wait...couldn't be..."

The resident seemed to think of something, and his eyes widened suddenly.

At this time, someone next to him patted him on the shoulder.

"What are you looking at?"

"A strange Grim Reaper spoke to me just now."

"Unfamiliar death? Where is it?"

"Isn't it just in front... eh? Where's the person?".

59. Captain Challenge

That was a long time ago.

A reckless man was rampaging around the periphery of Liuhun Street. At first, he wanted to survive, but later he became more ambitious and responsible, thinking that he might be able to do something more.

Unknowingly, there are more villains around.

Living with death every day, gradually, the villains couldn't catch up with the reckless man.

Afterwards, the reckless man took them to a safe place.

He went to Seireitei alone.

Ordinary souls can't do it, so the god of death should be qualified to keep up with him, right?

With this idea in mind, the reckless man challenged the God of Reaper who was known as the strongest fan team, killed him in a one-on-one formal duel, and took away the haori that originally belonged to the opponent.

Bathed in the middle of a black figure.

At that moment, he found the meaning of life and the destination of his soul.

The body and mind are satisfied like never before.

But when the reckless man looked back at the body lying on the ground, a question also flashed in his mind: 'What would it be like to lose everything? '

……

"team leader?"

The sudden voice interrupted Oniwajo Kenpachi's thoughts.

"...What, it's you, Ichinose."

"Is the captain thinking about tactics?"

Ichinose Maki stood aside, and he could feel his serious and persistent side from his meticulous standard movements.

"No... just remembered some past events."

Ghost Rock City looked at the entrance of the open-air plaza, and his tone was cold, which was quite different from the usual impression.

As the vice-captain of the [-]th Division, Maki Ichinose saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart, but he didn't want to show it, so as not to distract the captain, and tried to keep his tone as relaxed as possible.

"The past...? Think carefully and haven't heard the captain talk about his past."

"It's not something worth mentioning, nor is it something unforgettable. It's boring to drink with, but..."

"?"

"I remembered a question that had arisen before. It can also be said that it was driven by curiosity. When Wusuke was hacked to death, I was very curious about how he felt."

Oniwajo's words made Ichinose Maki's expression change suddenly.

"Captain?! I don't think you need to worry about this kind of problem. Don't you often say that? The strong don't need to care about the thoughts of the weak. If you try to understand the thoughts of the weak, it is tantamount to weakening yourself."

"Huh? Did I ever say such a thing?"

Ghost Rock City frowned while holding earwax, thinking hard.

"team leader!"

"Okay Ichinose, don't talk nonsense, your worries are superfluous, even if you get the permission of Room 46 and the approval of those old immortals, it doesn't make sense. Do you think I will be afraid of a young boy who walks through the back door? ?”

Under the dazed gaze of Ichinose Maki, Oniwajo stood up slowly while supporting the ground.

"I heard that people can't help but recall the past before they die. I remember some things before I die. It can only prove that this statement is completely deceptive."

"Furthermore, I'm a sword eight. People in the world should fear me. Fearing this kind of emotion should also fear me. What does this mean? I don't need to explain it, right?"

When a person is strong to a certain level, he will find that there is nothing to fear in this world.

At that time, one word can be used to describe it, that is 'world invincible'.

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

"The captain must win!"

"It's time for the name of the Oniwa Castle team to resound in the sky above Seireitei!"

More than 200 team members around the square were excited, waving their fists, cheering for their captains.

But this warm atmosphere was frozen within a few seconds.

call……

The sound of the wind came from nowhere.

Let the shouting of the crowd stop abruptly.

Because it's not rumors at all.

It's... the roar of the spiritual pressure!

Everyone turned to the direction of the square entrance with stiff necks.

A seemingly slender figure walked slowly.

Every step made the earth tremble, distorting the invisible atmosphere, making a sound like thunder and howling wind.

Layer upon layer, gradually forming a terrifying tide.

The sky was shrouded in this seemingly materialized spiritual pressure, and a huge haze covered every corner of the space.

In a trance, everyone felt that the sun in the sky had become dim,

The heavy pressure and tinnitus alternated, ravaging the body and mind insanely.

Those with weaker spiritual pressure were paralyzed on the ground, unable to lift a bit of strength.

All you can do is keep your eyes open.

And this is the 'reason' for more than 200 team members to gather here.

Other than that, any other responses are superfluous.