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

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of dull symphonies.

The sound reverberated back and forth in the empty and wide dojo, mixing with a melodious feeling like the sound of a bell.

At this moment, two people were constantly fighting in the field, and the figures that kept interweaving with each other also showed that the level of both of them would not be too low.

"Don't relax. Since you are forced to fight back, you must devote all your attention to guard against the opponent's every move."

Snap!

Arima Shizuya's wooden sword hit the back of Ichimaru Gin's hand, leaving a bright red whip mark.

"Don't let go of the hand holding the sword. The more you are attacked, the more you must hold it tightly, otherwise it will only let the last vitality pass away and end up in defeat."

As if to emphasize, Arima Shizuya adjusted his pace, stepped forward with a brisk posture, and hit the same place again.

Snap!

The skin and flesh became red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even faint purple bruises could be seen.

"The defensive action is too light, don't just use your hands to exert force... Use your waist as well! Otherwise, it will be meaningless."

Take two steps forward, Arima Shizuya raised the wooden sword, and chopped it diagonally from top to bottom at Ichimaru Gin.

Having suffered several losses, Ichimaru Gin gritted his teeth, supported the wooden sword, and placed his left hand on the back.

He was ready to fight back.

But this was exactly what Arima Shizuya had expected.

He moved half a step sideways lightly, and changed the vertical chopping action to diagonal chopping.

The wooden swords collided, and under the influence of oil and water infiltration and force, the point of force had a tendency to flow at the moment of contact, and instantly slid to the back of Ichimaru Gin's hand holding the sword.

Not good...

If he was hit this time, it would not be a level that he could endure.

What should he do?

He had no choice but to let go of his right hand.

Without the wooden sword, the key tool for attack and defense, it seemed that this contest would end here?

Absolutely not.

The looser training suit concealed the subtle movements, hiding the left hand between the fluttering sleeves.

The obscure spiritual power began to swallow and spit out like a long letter from a venomous snake.

The thirty-first red fire cannon of the broken way.

Whoosh!

The gust of wind that rose wildly stirred, and the bright red light flashed. At the moment of piercing through the sleeve, it rushed straight to the face of Arima Shizuya.

Within a distance of four meters, the action of blocking the line of sight, the long-planned assault method...

A real killing move.

'Although the chanting was omitted, enough spiritual power was input. '

'Even if someone like you receives this level of broken way at close range...'

'It is absolutely impossible to be fine. '

So, what?

Facing the bright red light coming towards him, Arima Shizuya's face did not change at all.

As if everything was under control, the boy's face showed no sadness or joy. He only raised his left hand slightly at this moment, and raised his index and middle fingers flatly.

The Thirty-Nine Way of Binding: Round Gate Fan.

The spiritual power flickered with a faint yellow light, weaving a translucent crystal in front of Arima Shizuya.

The two-color spiritual power symbolizing different sources began to entangle rapidly, gnawing and biting each other...

The energy body symbolizing the way of binding looked extremely fragile, but at this moment it completely swallowed the attack of the red fire cannon and dissipated into nothingness.

Ichimaru Gin couldn't help but frown.

The long-planned attack method was blocked so lightly, and now he temporarily lost the subsequent attack method.

It will take time for the spiritual power to gather again. If you want to continue the confrontation, you have to pick up the wooden sword again...

"Don't stop moving while thinking. The disordered steps can easily cause fatal flaws. For example... now."

The voice came almost next to his ear. With a creepy sense of surprise, Ichimaru Gin gritted his teeth and subconsciously wanted to dodge.

But after all, he couldn't react as fast as the other party.

The inside of his right knee was suddenly hit hard, and the movement was suddenly destroyed, accompanied by the collapse of the center of gravity...

At this moment, Ichimaru Gin fell to the ground uncontrollably.

He had to adjust.

But a residual image had already fallen like a long whip, like a flexible weapon, lightly and terribly whipping his neck.

There was a crisp sound.

Pain!

It was the degree that he had to endure it to not scream.

But no matter how strong his willpower was, this dizziness accompanied by suffocation still made Ichimaru Gin subconsciously cover his neck and curl up his body.

By the time he realized that he shouldn't act like this at this moment...

Arima Shizuya's wooden sword had already been pressed against Ichimaru Gin's forehead.

He was panting, as if he had given up resistance... Ichimaru Gin slightly raised his head and looked at the person in front of him.

There was no trace of sweat on the other person's face, and even after fighting to this extent, his expression did not fluctuate at all.

It seemed that everything was under control.

It was really unpleasant.

Just seeing this face made people want to punch him.

But unfortunately, Ichimaru Gin now seemed extremely reluctant to move a finger.

"Do you still want to continue?"

Facing the other party's provocative question, the person pursed his lips.

His breathing began to alternate, accompanied by the rapid rise and fall of his chest, which was obviously making the fastest preparation for the next move.

The unwillingness to admit defeat was written on his face.

It stands to reason that at this time, he should have hit this guy hard again, so that this ungrateful guy would have fallen down in pain.

But Arima Shizuya just took two steps back in silence.

Even while taking action, Arima Shizuya swung the wooden sword in his right hand, picked up a beautiful knife flower, and inserted it back into the long belt around his waist.

No words.

He just made a "let the horse come" gesture with his right hand.

His attitude was shown with actions, showing his ease.

"..."

Insult? Contempt?

Or other more unbearable adjectives?

In any case, Arima Shizuya's performance at this moment was the fuse that ignited anger.

Ichimaru Gin's face was already twisted into a ball, and the playful expression on his face had long disappeared, replaced by reluctance and anger.

But in the end.

He seemed to have suddenly figured it out and relaxed his body, and fell to the ground in the stadium with a plop.

At this moment, he sighed.

Ichimaru Gin's expression was full of "no desire to live".

"That's it, I give up..."

As if it was some kind of signal, after saying this, Arima Shizuya's face suddenly showed a relaxed smile.

"Oh, it's not bad, at least I've fought several moves today."

He walked forward slowly, half-crouched down, and stretched out his right hand to Ichimaru Gin.

"Although I cut off your right hand and pierced your throat at the beginning. But that move of breaking the way was really beautiful. If it were someone else, it would be easy to..."

"Breaking the way sixty-three · Thunder roar cannon."

Suddenly.

A bright yellow light flashed from Ichimaru Gin's left hand, as if it was really like a swift thunder, it twisted the air and rushed towards Arima Shizuya in front of him!

Show the enemy weakness and suddenly attack when he is most relaxed.

This is also a part of the battle method.

However... it's a pity.

As if knowing everything in advance, Arima Shizuya's left hand stood in front of him in the most calm posture.

"The Seventy-three Ways of Binding: Inverted Mountain Crystal."

The translucent blue crystal wrapped around Arima Shizuya's body, and the electric light flowing on it was like a maggot attached to the bone, but it could never break through this seemingly thin layer of glass.

In the rather contemptuous eyes of Ichimaru Gin, the end of this "hateful blow" could only boil the air for a few seconds.

Until the spiritual power of the two completely dissipated, Arima Shizuya's half-smiley expression came into view again.

"..."

This bottom-up upward angle is really unpleasant.

This guy's smile, movements, and even this left hand that is standing upright...

It's like the Buddha's palm, which makes people feel breathless.

"Are you convinced?"

Faced with another inquiry, Ichimaru Gin completely dispersed all his strength and turned his head to the side.

"How did you think I would have this trick?"

Arima Jing also smiled silently.

Of course, I took your personality into consideration.

You can hold it in for decades beside the prison master, and finally bite back at the critical moment, almost making the prison master collapse.

I'm afraid there is no one in the world who knows how to endure better than you.

"It's just intuition."

"...Huh?!"

He was obviously not very satisfied with this answer.

But what can Ichimaru Gin say at this moment? He can only close his eyes helplessly and listen to the other party's comments.

"Take back what I said before. Your last killer move is actually the 63rd Broken Sword... You just started Broken Sword not long ago."

"You can exert this level of power without chanting. Even among the excellent graduates, you are already outstanding."

"Just this alone is enough to be proud of, Ichimaru Gin, you are really a fast learner."

"In addition... the timing of the attack is perfect. It seems that you are really good at seizing opportunities."

"It's really touching. You were a brat who knew nothing half a year ago."

Listening to the other party's praise of me.

But I can't feel happy at all.

After all, this process of practicing a little every three days and a big practice every five days has lasted for too long.

I thought I might be able to catch up with the other party soon, but the fact is not the case at all.

The other party always seems to be standing a few steps away from me.

It's like a mirage.

Even if I approached steadily, or touched it awkwardly... I never touched the edge of the so-called "reality".

The sense of failure was too strong.

There was always a feeling that no matter how hard I tried, I could not touch the reality.

It even made people want to give up.

Ichimaru Gin sighed softly and covered his face with his right hand.

"Did you teach me the real skills?"

Arima Shizuya, who had returned, held two bottles of iced drinks in his hand, and handed over one bottle with a chuckle.

"Of course, I did teach you everything I knew as promised."

The slash taught a new style of action that combined the origin of the captain-general and the strengths of all parties.

Boxing and walking are also taught in the Sifengyuan family, which are relatively secretive contents-no reservations are made except for Shunhu.

Even the final Kidō.

Arima Shizu also taught the other party the essence of what he learned from the prison master.

so.

"It's not like you didn't learn some great things."

Arima Shizu also unscrewed the hijab, took a sip and said softly.

"It's just that I'm not used to integrating these movements with each other and using them completely."

That's the truth.

"Zhou Fist and Demon Zhan are never independent projects. In the process of confrontation, they often need to be integrated and used."

"Relying on exquisite steps to determine the distance of the confrontation, using swords at close range, ghost ways at long range, and close combat in emergencies..."

"This is just the most common usage."

"A true master will fully integrate these things into his actions and choose the most appropriate techniques at the most appropriate time."

Shaking the drink in his hand, Arima Shizuya put one hand on the ground and squatted directly next to Ichimaru Gin.

"Actually, you already have this prototype today."

after all……

"Sneak attack is also a style."

Saying that, Shizuo Arima stretched out his left hand and covered the opponent's wound.

The dark green return energy began to roll and surge. The patch was placed on the shocking wound, but after only a few seconds of pause, there were already signs of swelling...

Ichimaru Gin watched silently as the wounds on his body gradually healed, until they finally returned to a state that did not hinder movement.

He sat up and took a long drink in silence.

"How long will this training continue?"

"What? Tired of it already?"

"I just have to think about when I should defeat you so as not to embarrass you."

"Hoho, that's pretty cool."

Having said that.

But it has been half a year since the two sides met.

Considering that she still had to mentor Ichimaru Gin, Arima Shizuya did not continue to intern elsewhere in the past six months.

Of course, Arima Shizuru did not completely waste this rare time in the academy.

He spent most of his time going back and forth between the Fifth Division team building and the academy. During this time, he crammed in a lot of experimental content.

With this, Arima Shizuya also gained a more detailed understanding of the study of Bengyu.

Considering the subsequent behavior, precipitation in this area is also necessary.

But from Ichimaru Gin's point of view, that doesn't seem to be the case.

"You...haven't gone anywhere else in the past six months, right?"

"Um?"

"I've inquired about it. You didn't study in the academy in the past few years. Instead, you wandered around in the Thirteenth Team and were constantly in contact with those captain-level figures."

"The information is very good."

"So are you looking down on me?"

……hold head high?

Looking at Ichimaru Gin next to him, he showed a familiar strange smile, and the other party's tone also became a bit "yin and yang".

"Is it really okay to put your so-called energy on me? I've said it before, I'm a snake..."

"Even if it's the guy who hatched me, I won't show mercy to him."

"If you pay too much attention to people like me, you will end up dead."

The tone can be said to be quite sarcastic.

The words he spoke were full of meaning.

But Arima Shizuya smiled silently, stood up and walked to the edge of the dojo.

Seeing that the other party did not respond to his 'threat', Ichimaru Gin frowned slightly, as if he wanted to say something else.

But Arima Shizuya directly raised a bag.

He threw it at himself without looking back.

Subconsciously taking it into his arms, Ichimaru Gin's expression became a little strange.

It feels a bit heavy in the hand, and there seem to be some round things inside?

"...?"

So, what can you give yourself at this time?

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

Arima Shizuya strode toward the door, raised his right hand, and shook it lazily.

"It's just some persimmons. I pickled them myself... they should taste good."

"Who are you……"

"You like this, right?"

"but……"

"Just accept it honestly~"

While joking, Arima Shizuya stood at the entrance of the dojo, half turned around at this moment, and said with a smile to Ichimaru Gin.

"After all, we've been together for half a year, so it's not difficult to just know your preferences, right?"

"Besides...there's a little thing I need to tell you."

"The training the night after tomorrow is suspended. Correspondingly, I want to take you to meet two people."

"They are all my very important partners, and they are also people you will meet sooner or later...so, dress up a little more energetically."