Yamabuki awoke from his meditation, covering his neck with a look of horror!
One strike! He couldn't even block one strike! The most crucial thing was that his ability wasn't a speed type at all, but rather…
No wonder the Sword Spirit refused to tell him her name. With his Vice Captain's Soul Power, he simply couldn't control this Zanpakuto.
"Yamabuki-san, what's wrong? You look terrible! Do you want me to call a doctor?" Chōjirō Sasakibe asked.
"It's nothing. I just communicated with my Sword Spirit, and she cut me with her Zanpakuto! That damned girl!" Yamabuki wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Indeed, studying those flashy, useless things was pointless. Only increasing his Soul Power was the true path.
Cut by his own Sword Spirit? Chōjirō Sasakibe's expression was quite something. He really wanted to know what stories Yamabuki-san and his Sword Spirit had.
"Why are you back so soon?" Yamabuki suddenly thought, shouldn't Chōjirō Sasakibe be training at the dojo at this time? Were these guys slacking off?
"Yamabuki-san? Did you forget? This afternoon we're going to patrol Rukongai. Didn't you say you wanted to improve the public order of Rukongai before?" Chōjirō Sasakibe asked.
Right, he had indeed said something like that. He had forgotten.
"Alright, go prepare. We'll depart together in a bit," Yamabuki said.
Rukongai had always been a very chaotic place. People who died in the Human World would go to live in Rukongai. It was a mixed bag of all sorts, with dragons and snakes mixed together. The areas closer to Seireitei still had some order, but the further away from Seireitei, the worse the quality!
Especially those hooligans who thought they had some skill, robbery was a common occurrence.
Reforming the public order of Rukongai was something Yamabuki had planned for a long time, but he had always lacked manpower.
Now, he could only take a few students out to deter them, to make these rascals cause less trouble, after all, Shinigami would be selected from Rukongai in the future.
Half an hour later, Yamabuki arrived at the training ground. Besides him and Chōjirō Sasakibe, there were three other people, all new recruits.
"Today, instead of practical combat, I'm taking you on patrol. In the future, as official Shinigami, you will not only protect Seireitei but also be responsible for the public order of Rukongai. Today, I'm taking you to experience it," Yamabuki said.
And so, the five of them went directly to Kenpachi District, one of the most chaotic areas in East Rukongai.
If the previous districts still had some public order, this district was no different from a bandit's den. Everyone carried a Zanpakuto, and they would draw their Zanpakuto and cut people at the slightest disagreement. The conflict between two parties might be just a glance, or the perpetrator might simply just not like you!
Most of the first batch of Shinigami to join the Gotei 13 were nobles. When had they ever seen such a chaotic scene?
Upon seeing the ground covered with corpses, the three new students felt a wave of nausea.
"You can't take this already? How will you fight on the battlefield later?" Yamabuki actually felt a bit overwhelmed too, but he had no choice. Who told him he had to show off in front of the new recruits? He had to hold it together! He absolutely couldn't show any signs of disgust.
As a result, after only a few steps, the five of them were intercepted by hooligans.
"Kid, hand over all the food on you. Also, your Zanpakuto are good too, leave them all here." A burly warrior laughed, "And this little guy, we'll boil him later, even his bones, once crushed, can be sold as rice!"
Chōjirō Sasakibe looked at the fierce-looking big man staring at him with ill intent and shrank behind Yamabuki in fear.
But Yamabuki pushed him out with a slap: "What are you afraid of? Go up there and beat him for me! If you can't win, see how I deal with you when we get back!"
Chōjirō Sasakibe was still a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, like a bean sprout compared to this hooligan.
"Yamabuki-san…"
Yamabuki directly ignored Chōjirō Sasakibe's plea.
Noticing the commotion, the idle hooligans on the roadside formed a circle, placing bets on how many moves Chōjirō Sasakibe could last against the warrior.
Chōjirō Sasakibe looked back and saw that the betting pool was actually started by Yamabuki.
"Yamabuki-san… I used to think your unreliability was just my imagination, but I didn't expect you to be truly unreliable! I'm about to be cut to death, and you're still running a gambling ring!" Chōjirō Sasakibe trembled.
The three new recruits also had strange expressions.
Yamabuki said indifferently, "Small bets for fun, big bets for harm. Everyone, place your bets."
"I bet five moves."
"I bet three moves!"
"You kid, you're carrying a Zanpakuto, you must have some small skill! I bet ten moves."
These hooligans, besides eating and cutting people, gambled every day, and they bet their entire life savings.
Yamabuki also placed a bet.
"I bet one move. My little brother can kill the opponent in one move!" Yamabuki took out a money bag and threw it there.
The hooligans around burst into laughter. Was there something wrong with this person's brain? This bean sprout? Could he kill the opponent in one move?
Chōjirō Sasakibe was speechless. Yamabuki-san, are you expecting too much of me?
"Sasakibe!" Yamabuki showed a gentle, spring-like smile: "If you make me lose money… I'll kill you when we get back tonight!"
Chōjirō Sasakibe could only draw his Zanpakuto.
"Little brat, watch my drawing slash!"
"Pierce! Gonryōmaru!"
Lightning flashed, and then the two figures swapped positions.
Chōjirō Sasakibe, panting and stiff, turned his head, only to see the fierce-looking warrior's throat pierced by a single sword, blood gushing out.
The onlookers around were stunned.
What just happened? They didn't even see the fight!
Yamabuki unceremoniously picked up the money on the ground.
Soul Power Level Fourteen was too easy to deal with these low-level hooligans, and he even made a large sum of money!
Yamabuki opened his money bag, poured out a pile of soybeans, and then, with an apologetic expression, said to the surrounding hooligans, "Oh dear! I'm so sorry, I took the wrong one just now. It turns out I forgot to bring it when I left home."
Holy crap! Empty-handed fraud!
The hooligans were furious and drew their Zanpakuto one after another!
"Want to play rough? I love playing rough! Attack!" Yamabuki commanded his three students, and a melee immediately broke out.
The team members, having undergone rigorous training, found it too easy to deal with these hooligans. They quickly knocked down a large number of people.
The other hooligans, seeing the situation was not good, turned and ran.
Yamabuki did not pursue them but continued to take them to Caolu District, using the same scamming method.
At this point, these team members also vaguely felt that their instructor seemed a bit unreliable.
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