Even though it was no longer useful, Suì-Fēng was still proud of her intelligence. As soon as she brought it up, she didn't bother to pursue the answer, immediately clenched her fist, and rapidly increased her spiritual pressure, causing visible air currents to wrap around her seemingly slender and soft wrist.
Then, with her words, she punched Shimiya Takeru squarely in the face.
Boom!
Shimiya Takeru didn't dodge, nor did he even blink.
Because the fist stopped steadily at the tip of his nose.
The strong wind stirred up by the powerful spiritual pressure didn't harm his skin in the slightest, roaring past both sides of his face like a train. Behind him, smoke and dust billowed, and two stone pillars were snapped in half by an invisible impact, falling to the ground with a deafening roar.
Although he was unharmed, the display was terrifying.
Enough to scare a Lieutenant-level Shinigami into freezing on the spot, unable to move.
"How was it?"
Suì-Fēng lowered her fist. Although she was a bit disappointed not to see Shimiya Takeru's frightened expression, she was more eager to hear his evaluation.
"You must understand the purpose of what I did, right?"
"..."
Shimiya Takeru did understand, and it was precisely because he understood that he felt speechless.
"Captain Suì-Fēng... are you trying to make me involuntarily recall my life when I'm on the verge of death, and find the answer from it?"
"Is there something wrong with that? After all, you are recalling, not thinking. My method not only meets the requirement but also works for most people. Although it's a bit dangerous, I think it's very worthwhile compared to the benefits of Bankai."
Suì-Fēng crossed her arms, tilted her head, and wore a displeased expression.
Clearly, she wasn't joking; she genuinely believed it.
Shimiya Takeru subconsciously looked back at the path they had come from.
Ōmaeda had left long ago, his trace no longer visible.
But he could still remember the other party's sturdy figure.
This was good.
Because when the other party 'accidentally' sacrificed himself due to non-combat attrition, he wouldn't be forgotten too quickly.
"Shimiya?"
"Sorry, I was wondering if you had any other methods. Normally, there should always be a backup plan, right?"
"A redundant question."
Suì-Fēng turned and walked to a rock pillar, saying to Shimiya Takeru, "It seems your memory really isn't very good... Didn't I tell you last night? I was going to show you a power beyond imagination. Although this technique isn't complete yet, having you come to train with me can also help you clear your head, and maybe you'll remember something."
"But neither this gentler method nor the more aggressive one from earlier can be used now. What a... pity."
As she spoke, Suì-Fēng's hand was once again wrapped in spiritual pressure, more intense and scorching than before, showing a brilliant white glow more substantial than mere airflow—it was high-density Kido spiritual pressure.
She didn't use much force, just lightly tapped the surface of the rock pillar with the back of her hand, like knocking on a door.
The rock pillar, over ten meters high and too large for a dozen people to embrace, shattered with a "boom" on the spot. Shards of rock rained down but were blown away again by the spiritual pressure bursting from her body.
"How was it?"
The same question was repeated.
But Suì-Fēng's tone was noticeably more uplifted.
Not pride, but arrogance.
She explained proactively before Shimiya Takeru could answer.
"It's my self-created Hakuda ultimate technique. By wrapping Kido spiritual pressure around my hands and feet, I can greatly enhance their destructive power. Even a weak woman like me can easily shatter mountains."
"Combined with excellent Shunpo and exquisite Hakuda techniques, the increase in combat power is absolutely no less than a Zanpakuto's release."
"In fact... once completed, it wouldn't be surprising if it rivaled Bankai."
"By the way, its current level isn't even a half-finished product; it's merely the tip of the iceberg."
"That's right."
Shimiya Takeru mused.
"Your Kido spiritual pressure conversion rate is too low, and the compression process isn't smooth enough. So, not only will it be half a beat slow when wrapped, but it will also result in insufficient tightness covering your hands and feet. If you punch like that, the power will definitely disperse."
"The best effect should be pinpoint detonation, the next best is bombing, and the worst is impact. You are currently at the worst level."
"Your spiritual pressure discharge port seems narrower compared to others; this is a physical difference that can't be helped. But from another perspective, instead of outputting too much spiritual pressure at once, output it little by little at an extremely fast speed, making the spiritual pressure as flexible and sharp as a knife..."
"Also, your Kido spiritual pressure conversion efficiency is too low, which might be related to a lack of concentration. I suggest... what's wrong? What's with that expression?"
"...?"
Suì-Fēng opened her mouth, wanting to speak but holding back.
Although she said she wanted a sparring partner... shouldn't it be the other person who needed to clear his head?
"...The Fifth Division... is Aizen's Kido class that good? You, a first-year student, understand the practical application of Kido spiritual pressure so thoroughly."
"My teacher's Kido class has indeed benefited me greatly, but it has little to do with what you're saying... Forgive my impertinence, but hasn't the Onmitsukidō, or Captain Suì-Fēng, seen the combat footage of me in the Human World in the projection room? I clearly used a technique... the ultimate form combining Zanjutsu and Kido... Wasn't Captain Suì-Fēng looking for me to spar because of that?"
Shimiya Takeru looked at Suì-Fēng with some astonishment.
Suì-Fēng was also very surprised.
"The projection room isn't all-powerful; it can't film things that clearly... At most, it records some footage when you guys cause a big commotion... I have no impression of the technique you mentioned; I only know you released your Zanpakuto and caused destruction everywhere."
"However, during the investigation of the battle site where you fought the Adjuchas, we found a very large trench that looked like it was cut by a sword, but wasn't that your Shikai ability?"
"..."
"..."
The two looked at each other, feeling that what the other said was right, yet something seemed to be wrong.
"Never mind, these aren't important..."
Suì-Fēng shook her head vigorously, then stared intently at Shimiya Takeru.
"You just said... the ultimate form combining Zanjutsu and Kido, right?"
"Did I say that?"
Shimiya Takeru frowned.
Whoosh!
A fist came rushing at him like a cannonball.
This time, Shimiya Takeru's body flickered and he dodged it.
Seeing his incredibly graceful footwork, Suì-Fēng braked on the spot after missing, turned to look at the young man on the rock pillar, and her brows also furrowed.
"Hey, Shimiya... who taught you your Shunpo?"
"I figured it out myself... If you want to learn, I can teach you, just like I instructed you earlier."
Shimiya Takeru's jesting words made Suì-Fēng laugh in exasperation.
"Who do you think you're talking to? Well, never mind, I brought you here to spar anyway. Whether it's a life review or a perfected technique, actual combat is unavoidable. You might as well use the Bankai you just learned to familiarize yourself with its performance."
"I can't do that... that would be too much of a foul."
Shimiya Takeru shook his head, refusing the proposal.
Suì-Fēng was about to proudly declare, "You're still far too early to defeat me with your Bankai," but the moment she saw Shimiya Takeru place his hand on his sword hilt, all the hairs on her body stood on end.
Despite the distance, she felt a sense of crisis, as if a knife was held to her throat. This could only mean... this was a fact that would genuinely happen in the next moment!
"...The ultimate form combining Zanjutsu and Kido, huh."
Suì-Fēng cleared her mind; she no longer thought the other party was joking.
"I'll have to see just how unimaginable it is."
With fierce rumbling sounds echoing through the jagged stone forest.
Time flew by in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, it was the third day before the judgment.
And on this day, Junrinan in West Rukongai welcomed three uninvited guests.
In everyone's eyes.
This was what they called... the "ryoka."
Junrinan, District 1, West Rukongai.
"Oh, it's been over a hundred years since I've been back. This place really hasn't changed at all, and everyone is still as warm and hospitable as ever."
"Don't be foolish. Does this look like warm hospitality?"
Yoruichi's golden eyes reflected the desolate street scene.
"Everyone... they're all hiding. Is it because of us?"
Although the streets were empty, as if abandoned, Orihime could sense the presence of many people.
"I'd like to say no, but as things stand..."
Urahara Kisuke cast his gaze towards the Seireitei behind him.
Nothing could be seen.
It was surrounded by high walls, an iron fortress, completely obscuring everything within the Seireitei.
"It seems everyone not only considers us ill-intentioned invaders but also anticipated that invaders would grace them with their presence."
"It's probably those people's doing, otherwise, the Seireitei walls wouldn't usually be lowered."
Yoruichi's expression remained unchanged, but her tone grew a little more solemn.
"Mr. Urahara, Ms. Yoruichi, how do we get in now?"
"Hmm... First, let Kisuke here change out of that unsightly outfit, otherwise, even if we successfully sneak in, we'll be discovered quickly."
"Is there a problem?"
Urahara Kisuke spun around in front of the two, looking bewildered at his attire.
"Isn't this a normal Shinigami uniform? I thought it would be beneficial for blending into the Gotei 13, which is why I'm wearing it."
"Are you planning to infiltrate the First Division to attend Captain meetings and gather information with impunity?"
Orihime watched Yoruichi grab Urahara Kisuke's white haori, emblazoned with the number "12," and rip it off, making her shrink back in fright.
"Good, that's better... Let's go."
"Ms. Yoruichi? Where are we going?"
"To the Seireitei, of course. Isn't there a gate? We'll just go straight through the front gate. Don't worry, I'm very familiar with the guards."
"Eh eh eh!"
Not only was Orihime stunned, but even Urahara Kisuke muttered, "Isn't that what you call impunity?"
But with Yoruichi leading the way, what else could they do but follow?
They reached the base of the Hakutōmon.
As expected, a giant leaped out.
"Yo, Jidanbō, long time no see. Do you remember me?"
Yoruichi raised her hand to greet the honest, axe-wielding gatekeeper.
"Of course I remember... Shihōin Yoruichi..."
Jidanbō's gaze fell on the man who was left with only his Shinigami uniform, without his Captain's haori.
"And the great criminal, Urahara Kisuke, who escaped with your help! How dare you return and desecrate this sacred land!"
Feeling the undisguised hostility.
Orihime subconsciously looked at Yoruichi.
Didn't she say they had a good relationship?
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