Bleach: The Captain of the Fifth Division Becomes Stronger Through Training

"Real sword training refers to the act of sparring with real swords."

"In the distant past, people were good at using this method to conduct fair and just competitions and duels. After all, there is equality between life and death."

"Today, although this custom has declined, it has also developed into other types."

"That is to use real swords to enhance the seriousness of both parties, so as to exert far more concentrated energy than in training."

The act of guidance is being carried out all the time.

As a teacher, Aizen is indeed worthy of the word "responsible".

But this time is not the time to expand people's knowledge!

Listening to Aizen's explanation, Arima Shizuka was sweating.

No, no, no...

No matter how I think about it, I can't be Aizen's opponent.

What's more, if it was a wooden sword, I could barely keep calm, but now I have to use real swords, it would be a lie to say I'm not nervous.

Arima Shizuya's heartbeat could not help but speed up, and his palms began to sweat.

This reaction naturally could not escape the other party's observation.

Aizen's smile remained unchanged, and at this moment, he pointed the blade downward and continued to pace steadily and slowly.

"Shizuya-kun, are you nervous?"

Isn't this obvious!

"Yes, you should be nervous. No... it's better to say that this is the normal reaction."

Aizen stopped pacing and began to walk towards Arima Shizuya, taking a steady pace.

"After all, it's the first time to touch the so-called real thing, in fact, this reaction is the most normal."

The tabi rubbed against the wooden board of the dojo, and I don't know how much sweat has seeped into it, but it has been well maintained.

At the moment, it exuded a glossy brightness.

"Just seeing such a sharp object will make you start to retreat from the bottom of your heart. Fear of injury, fear of bleeding... This is also a very normal reaction."

"After all, few people are born warriors."

"Many people need to be screened and cultivated after birth before they can gradually adapt to these things."

The distance is getting closer and closer.

Aizen's words were not only sounds, but also seemed to be a breeze, enveloping Arima Shizuya.

"Do you know, Shizuya-kun? In fact, every year, new students are forced to eliminate one-sixth of the people at the end of the month."

"It's not that their academic performance is too poor, but they simply can't accept things like blades."

"Hesitating and hesitating, no matter how light the sword is, it will become as heavy as a thousand pounds in the hands of these people, until they can no longer lift it."

Whispering like flowing water, in the quiet and peaceful whispering, Aizen has come to Arima Shizuya.

The boy watched the other party raise the blade, turn the edge, and hang it on the side of his neck.

Nervous...

No, it can even be said that he was oppressed by some invisible thing.

Arima Shizuya felt that breathing became difficult, he could feel that his throat was as if it was pinched, and his expression became ferocious.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably, like a mouse to a wild cat, as if facing a natural enemy.

He couldn't see the other party's expression clearly.

Because Aizen's glasses reflected the incandescent light, exuding an emotionless atmosphere.

What on earth is this? ? ?

It was as if something invisible tightly wrapped around Arima Shizuya's body, making him almost crazy.

"Look, this is the weapon you and I share."

He moved the weapon in his hand closer and closer to Arima Shizuya's neck.

Although it had not yet been placed on the body, a series of sharp stinging sensations had completely pierced the skin.

"This is a karma, bloodthirsty, cruel, and without emotion."

"So when you hold it, you should avoid mercy and have no hesitation."

"Shi... No, Arima Shizuya, this is a battle for survival, the best time to prove your value."

Although he said these seemingly plain words, Arima Shizuya felt that the invisible sense of oppression was becoming stronger and stronger.

Gu...

The air began to distort.

Sweat fell from his eyelids, sliding down bit by bit, and finally seeped into Arima Shizuya's eyes.

The pain was so unbearable, but he couldn't avoid it, and couldn't give in at all...

Because his intuition was telling Arima Shizuka.

At this moment, he couldn't retreat at all!

If he showed fear and showed a trace of weakness...the weapon hanging over his life would fall mercilessly and take away all his life.

"What's wrong? Why haven't you reacted yet? Have you already determined that you have been defeated?"

"To surrender without fighting is the act of a weak person. Arima Shizuka, are you such a weak and incompetent person?"

"If so, your life will be ruthlessly plundered in the future. In this case, rather than letting those unknown guys trample on you, it's better for me to bury you with my own hands."

"Arima Shizuka, please remember this in your heart..."

"This is mercy."

As soon as the voice fell, the sense of crisis that had been condensed was all aroused at this moment!

Like a floodgate that had been opened, all the emotions rushed out in an instant, filling Arima Shizuya's chest in an instant.

You have to fight, you have to fight, otherwise you will die, you will be plundered, until there is nothing left...

I have to resist, but, but what can I do...

My teeth are almost broken.

At the critical moment, Arima Shizuka also felt that all the pores on his body seemed to stretch out, and he dropped his right hand reflexively.

In this desperate and confused moment.

He tightly grasped the handle of the shallow knife.

Draw the sword.

Clang...

A crisp echo came in front, followed by a loud noise that seemed to shake the world.

Boom!!!

...

As the person who manages the entry and exit of the kendo field, records a series of information, and reports regularly, Fukai Fetada.

He lay on the homemade rocking chair, basking in the warm afternoon sun, and took a sip of the freshly brewed hot tea.

Feeling that today is another peaceful day...

Thoughts could not be condensed.

A bang that was enough to make his ears ring suddenly came from behind him.

The huge waves of wind and dust tore the wooden boards and equipment, and blew the living people weighing hundreds of pounds off the ground.

Fukai Tenda screamed and adjusted his posture in the air, but in the end he was unable to react at all and fell down in a mess more than ten meters away.

Hey? Hey? ? Hey? ? ?

What happened?

Did the Hollow invade Soul Society? Or did someone bring something flammable and explosive into the dojo?

Quack! In any case, it seems to be a big deal!

In just a moment, he had thought of more than a hundred excuses to shirk responsibility in his mind.

His eyes followed closely and focused on the front. He raised his right hand, covering his face while shouting to the students who gathered around him.

"Don't stand there! Hurry up and notify others to come and help. There is trouble in the kendo field!"

Using verbal communication is a very low-level method, but there is no other way... No one present seems to be proficient in ghost arts.

Even the Tenting Kongluo for passing messages can't be used!

Fortunately, before the riot began to spread, Fukui Tenda's eyes penetrated the gradually dissipating smoke and dust.

He saw two figures standing inside.

That was...

His mind was 120% focused, in order to see clearly what was happening inside.

Fukui Tenda, go all out!

Finally, he saw it clearly!

The man in the black corset, his hands were calmly hanging down.

His short brown hair was slightly curly, and his figure was thin and frail.

But after seeing the other party's current situation clearly, Fukui Tenda couldn't help but gasp.

Wound...

A horrifying wound.

Starting from the lower abdomen, it crossed half of the body and spread to the shoulder.

It was as if he had received a terrifying and cruel cassock slash from the front. Just watching bystanders, they would feel their teeth sour at this moment.

The uniform black corset of the Shinigami was completely torn apart, and the wound that penetrated the flesh was unknown in depth, and blood was oozing out at the moment.

Aizen Sosuke.

His glasses flew to somewhere unknown.

His neck and face were even stained with a few drops of splashing blood.

But even so.

Aizen Sosuke still showed a very strange smile.

His hands were hanging down, and he did not resist. At this moment, he seemed to be happy because of something.

What was he laughing at?

Look, I don’t understand! This is too scary!

And the next moment, Fukai Fetada’s eyes penetrated the completely dissipated smoke and dust, and finally saw another hidden figure.

The other party was kneeling on the ground.

His long black hair was tied behind his head, one knee touched the floor, his left hand supported his body, and his right hand tightly grasped Asado.

His body was rising and falling quickly and eagerly.

It was like he was breathing heavily, as if he was feeling grateful for surviving a disaster.

Arima Shizuya.

His hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to his face.

The boy's eye sockets were slightly sunken, his mouth half open, shaking uncontrollably at this moment, breathing, grasping something called oxygen.

He looked a little weak, as if he would fall down helplessly in the next moment.

However, even so.

Aizen still smiled and crouched down, stretching out his right hand to Arima Shizuya.

A light gurgle sound.

The wound was torn by the movement, and blood gushed out from it, soaking the clothes in an instant, condensing from the corners and flowing.

Falling.

Puff...

"Shizuya-kun, congratulations, you have won the chance to survive."

"Please remember it in your heart, remember it completely..."

"Remember the feeling when you swing the knife at this moment, because this is the power of resistance."

Arima Shizuya wanted to say something, but in the end he rolled his eyes.

He fainted directly...

Fukui Tenda witnessed all this.

His mouth opened slightly, and he hesitated for a while, but he couldn't say a word.

Although he was already a team member, his qualifications were not good, but he was definitely not at the bottom.

At this moment, he finally reacted.

It was not an explosion just now.

It was simply a turbulence formed by the release of spiritual power.

Spiritual pressure.

In the moment just now, it bloomed to its fullest.