Using Shunpo, Soi Fon flashed before Satoru.
With a flick of her right hand, the Zanpakutō that had been sheathed at her waist was now gripped firmly in her grasp.
A cold gleam flashed as she thrust straight toward Satoru's abdomen!
Seeing the target of Soi Fon's strike, Satoru couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.
As expected of someone from the Onmitsukidō—her attack aimed straight for the vitals.
He gently raised his hand.
Snap!
"…?!"
Soi Fon's pupils contracted.
Under her disbelieving gaze, Satoru had actually caught her wrist!
To avoid accidentally injuring him due to his supposed lack of strength, she had held back on this strike.
If Satoru truly couldn't dodge, she would have stopped in time.
But even so, the speed of her blade far surpassed that of an ordinary member of the Onmitsukidō.
Had Satoru dodged or blocked with his weapon, she wouldn't have been surprised.
Satoru lightly released her wrist.
"No need to hold back. Go all out."
He nodded with a smile.
Hearing this, Soi Fon gave a solemn nod. "Understood!"
Her Zanpakutō took the form of a short blade, perfectly suited for close-quarters combat.
The girl flipped her wrist, switching to a reverse grip.
Raising her arms slightly into a combat stance, she swung her blade forward.
Satoru calmly observed the trajectory of Soi Fon's strikes, occasionally swaying his body or shifting his feet, narrowly evading the edge of her blade each time.
Among the crowd, a blond-haired young man scratched his head.
As expected of the legendary Satoru—he was toying with Soi Fon effortlessly.
Judging by his footwork, he seemed quite accustomed to fighting members of the Onmitsukidō.
It appeared the rumors between their captain and this man held more than a grain of truth…
The blond-haired young man stroked his chin.
A student of the Shin'ō Academy, unknown before enrollment, with entrance exam results decent but far from "genius" level.
Half a year after enrollment, he gradually began to stand out, ranking at the top of his class in various subjects.
Yet, there were still no truly astonishing displays.
Until one day, during a spar with his swordsmanship instructor, he accidentally revealed his true strength.
From an ordinary "talented individual," he instantly became a "monster."
After becoming Yamamoto-Genryūsaī's provisional disciple, he almost immediately established ties with the Shihōin family.
And now, he was preparing to join the Second Division outright.
A trace of unease flickered in his eyes.
No matter how he looked at it, this man was shrouded in far too many mysteries.
Behind him, there was likely some hidden force at work.
What if… he was connected to the rebels?
Just the thought sent a chill down the blond-haired young man's spine.
Well, best to leave it at that. From now on, he'd steer clear of anything involving this guy.
Whoever stood behind him, it wasn't something a small fry like himself should meddle in.
One wrong move, and he might end up burned.
Thinking this, he curled his lips into a smile, feeling the weight lift from his shoulders.
But just then—
A sudden, ominous premonition rose in his chest.
Under his horrified gaze, Satoru, who had been fighting Soi Fon, abruptly turned his head and looked straight at him.
Spotting the blond-haired young man in the crowd, Satoru blinked in surprise.
A moment ago, he had sensed an unusually sharp gaze among the onlookers—like a blade trying to pierce through him.
Following that feeling with a glance, he couldn't help but grin.
Though the age and physique were different, that signature mess of straw-colored hair made him instantly recognize the other's identity.
Soul Society's greatest strategist—Kisuke Urahara!
Previously, he'd asked Yoruichi about Kisuke Urahara, though even she hadn't known much at the time.
Who would've thought he'd stumble upon this guy so soon.
Just imagining Kisuke Urahara's capabilities—how many inventions he could create, how he could help him enjoy life centuries ahead of schedule—made Satoru's smile grow even brighter.
Gaming consoles—he absolutely had to get Kisuke Urahara to make him gaming consoles!
All the major titles, one after another, had to be brought to life!
Come to think of it, with Kisuke Urahara's help, he could even modify unsatisfying storylines in some games... Like ○matsu 2—that idiotic plot written by some psycho absolutely had to be changed!
From Kisuke Urahara's perspective, Satoru had flashed him a bizarre smile upon spotting him.
That smile seemed to contain boundless desire.
Then, the grin gradually twisted, thick malice beginning to surface.
Kisuke Urahara nearly cried.
Damn it, he was just sneaking a peek—was this really necessary?
Judging by Satoru's stance, it looked like he was about to slaughter him!
Kisuke Urahara swallowed hard, considering whether he should just quit the Second Division and flee to another squad...
Meanwhile, Satoru found Kisuke Urahara's sudden nervousness rather odd.
What's up with this guy? Social anxiety? Panicking just from being looked at?
Hmm... A shut-in researcher with social phobia does fit the character type.
But no matter—once they became friends, he could take him out more to broaden his horizons. He'd cure him eventually.
With that thought, he smiled contentedly.
Shifting his gaze back, he refocused on Soi Fon.
After the girl finished another combo of slashes, Satoru drew his asauchi and lightly pressed it against her blade.
A seemingly simple motion, yet it completely locked Soi Fon's movements.
She tried shifting her sword in other directions but couldn't break free from Satoru's suppression.
Just as she considered abandoning her sword to switch to hand-to-hand combat, Satoru approached.
"Your footwork was slightly delayed during the initial swing."
"If you adjust your back foot to this position during the upward slash..."
Soi Fon's swordsmanship and footwork, honed over years, were near perfection.
But Satoru's skills in these areas were synchronized from Aizen's.
That bastard Aizen wasn't just a genius in spiritual pressure—he'd mastered every aspect of Zanpakutō combat.
With Aizen-level insight, Satoru easily identified all of Soi Fon's flaws and provided targeted corrections.
As she listened to Satoru's analysis, Soi Fon's beautiful eyes gradually brightened.
Mentally rehearsing his instructions, she realized her movements became at least 30% smoother!
Spectating squad members who attempted to visualize the adjustments also showed looks of astonishment.
When Satoru finished, Soi Fon took a deep breath and bowed excitedly.
"My deepest gratitude! I shall never forget this teaching!"
After another bow, she stepped aside to repeatedly digest Satoru's lessons.
This man... is truly kind.
Compared to this esteemed individual, that unknown person who frequently abducts Lady Yoruichi is nothing but an insect, scum!
Seeing Soi Fon finish her sparring session, many squad members began showing eager expressions.
Finally, someone approached Satoru and requested a match.
Hearing this, Satoru made a face like he couldn't be bothered.
He scratched his head and instinctively averted his gaze, looking through the crowd.
Suddenly, as if struck by inspiration, he broke into a smile.
In the crowd, Kisuke Urahara suddenly felt a bad premonition.
He subtly shifted his footing, preparing to leave.
But before he could move, Satoru pointed directly at him.
"Learning from me would only give you superficial skills."
"That gentleman over there is the truly skilled one!"
"If you can learn anything from him, it'll benefit you for life!"
Feeling countless eyes suddenly turn toward him, Kisuke Urahara went numb.
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