Bleach: Seireitei's self-disciplined captain

Since you can't hide, it's better to enjoy it.

Practice is not behind closed doors.

Communicating with strong people can better integrate what you have learned. Only by integrating and mastering it can you achieve a 12-point level with very strong skills.

Sufeng is very self-aware. He is just starting from a high level, not that he has reached the end.

"That would be great."

Uozhihualie smiled softly, "It just so happens that my work has been completed. Captain Sufeng might as well move to the track together."

Sufeng nodded, and the two ignored the surprised and puzzled looks of the team members beside them and walked straight in the other direction.

Looking at the two people's retreating figures, Yamada Seinosuke gritted his teeth and urged with a ferocious expression:

"If there's anything interesting to see, hurry up and send Achiukas to Research Room No. 6!"

Wait until the chief officials deliver this behemoth to the designated location.

Yamada Seinosuke no longer hesitated and walked towards the dojo.

Although he knew that Maozhihua Lie's swordsmanship was astonishing, he still wanted to be just in case.

If Tsunayashiro Sufeng dares to hurt his beloved captain, Yamada Seinosuke will definitely...

He gritted his teeth secretly, but he couldn't imagine how he could threaten Su Feng.

The strength gap between the two sides is too big and they are not on the same level at all.

As for status, it’s even worse...

The Fourth Division's team building is very large. In addition to the comprehensive first aid center, there are many buildings such as gardens, pharmacies, and morgues.

Considering that Karetsu Uno loves kendo very much, he also set up a corresponding dojo in the team building.

After passing through several more corridors, the two of them arrived near the dojo.

"Captain Sufeng please wait here for a moment."

Uozhihualie pushed open the isolation door next to it and walked straight into it.

When she walked out of it, Su Feng couldn't help but his eyes lit up.

The captain Yuori and the Death Boss uniforms that symbolized his status had been taken off, and they were replaced by a pure white kendo uniform.

The red belt tightens the waist, and the black locks of hair hang down in front of her body. Although she is less gentle, she is more capable.

Completely different from the past.

Just as the gentian transforms into sawgrass, the disease-weed that heals the wounded becomes the yarrow that symbolizes battle.

"Come in, Captain Sufeng."

The gentle smile is still the same as before, but there is a little more expectation and depression.

Maozhihualie opened the door of the dojo and signaled Sufeng to enter.

Inside the dojo, the spacious and empty floor is empty, except for a few flower arrangements placed in the corners. The air is filled with a light fragrance, giving people a sense of relaxation and joy.

It can only be said that this is the territory of the Fourth Division, and there are things to adjust your mentality everywhere.

In Maozhihualie's view, for patients, a good mentality is conducive to the recovery of injuries.

This is the experience she has accumulated over the years.

Because they were just communicating about kendo, the two did not choose to use Zanpakutō, but borrowed the bamboo sword used for practice in the dojo.

The two stood in the midfield holding swords, and the aura of kendo masters was brewing between them.

When Yamada Seinosuke and several idle officers arrived near the dojo, the two of them still maintained their original postures without any change.

The only difference is that the eyes of both parties are getting sharper.

Only by experiencing it personally can you feel the oppression of the first generation Kenpachi.

This is Sufeng's first feeling.

Just looking directly at the other person's eyes felt like being caught in the cold wind of the winter. The biting cold made people instinctively tighten the bamboo knife in their hands.

Fortunately, Sufeng is not a scumbag. He has reached the tenth level in the field of swordsmanship and has already understood what momentum in battle is.

Although his gaze was not as pure as Uozhika Retsu's, it still touched her in a different way.

Looking at the gentle and jade-like existence in front of him, Mao Zhihualie couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

It's been too long since I saw such a gaze.

Unlike Zaraki Kenpachi's beast-like bloodthirsty gaze, Sufeng's eyes were filled with sharpness like a sharp blade and steadfastness like a rock.

The momentum of the two people is entangled and constantly rising.

until...

The corners of Uozhihua Lie's mouth slowly rose, and his breath changed dramatically again.

Even in Sufeng's sight, the pure white figure in front of him was constantly entwined with the scent of blood, and the pungent and strong smell of blood filled the dojo.

It was as if... the first Kenpachi slowly walked out of the Blood Pool Hell, with his arms spread wide, inviting himself to join in.

The nearly solidified viscous blood continued to flow and overflow until it enveloped the entire dojo.

The flowers of Mao moved violently.

The bamboo knife was raised and slashed forward with great force.

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As the eight-thousand-ryu who claims to have mastered all schools in the world, Unohana Retsu started out as a rather advanced kendo school.

The bamboo sword in his hand is like the boundless horizon, and the majestic momentum is pressing towards Sufeng.

The illusion in Sufeng's vision was instantly broken, and the extreme danger made him instinctively swing out the bamboo sword.

Snapped!

The bamboo knives were handed over, and the clear sound echoed in the dojo.

Facing the first test, Su Feng successfully accepted it, and subconsciously reached forward with his right arm holding the bamboo knife, trying to suppress it with strength.

Seeing this, a gentle and joyful smile appeared on Uozhihua Lie's face again, like a child who got what he wanted.

"Sure enough, I saw you right, Captain Sufeng."

"The proficiency of this Mujushin sword style alone has surpassed Kyōraku and the others."

This "them" generally refers to multiple people, but at the end of the day, it also refers to the captain-level Shinigami.

Those who have not reached the level of captain, no matter how powerful they are in swordsmanship, will not be able to communicate with beings of Unohana Retsu's level.

Just the force of the collision between the bamboo knives is enough to make the jaws of an ordinary god of death crack open and make him stand unsteadily.

"Captain Unohana has won the prize."

Facing Mao Zhihualie, Sufeng became humble for the first time in a long time.

The brief conversation did not stop the fighting. Instead, it was like the last calm before the storm, instantly bringing this so-called sword exchange to its peak.

Uzhihua Lie launched another attack at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye. The bamboo knife in his hand seemed to be alive, slashing or slashing at various weird angles, landing in the place where Sufeng's defense was lax.

Not to be outdone, Su Feng clenched the bamboo sword with both hands and used the kendo style in his mind to his heart's content.

As he said before, instinct belongs to the beast, and only reason can control itself.

Countless kendo schools are constantly integrated between the collisions of bamboo swords, and they have completely become Sufeng's personal exclusive.

Unohana Retsu's attack is like a heavy hammer, with each strike discharging part of the impurities in the iron block.

Tracing the wind is like a small boat, moving forward in the storm until you reach the top!