Bleach: Seireitei's self-disciplined captain

The sound of beating bamboo knives like a rainstorm echoed continuously in the dojo.

Seinosuke Yamada and the others stared at the internal scene dumbfounded. They subconsciously substituted themselves into it, only feeling their scalps tingling and trembling.

At the very beginning, Sufeng and Uzhihualie's exchange of swordsmanship was still within their acceptable range.

The extremely swift and violent slash was only somewhat blurred.

But as time passed, the speed and strength of the two became more and more outrageous, and the intricate trajectories of the bamboo knives became lines one after another, outlining hazy light and shadow.

Even the "cracking" sound of the bamboo knife hitting was connected together, describing the impact of sound waves visible to the naked eye, shrouding the dojo.

While moving around, the strong wind raged, destroying the wooden floor in the dojo.

In just a short moment, the aftermath of the bamboo knife's slashing left the dojo in dire straits, with hideous knife marks strewn all over the floor.

"Huh... this, isn't this a bit too exaggerated..."

"I know that there is a big gap between myself and the captain, but is the gap too much?"

"Whether it's the captain or this Sufeng captain, the level of swordsmanship of the two is undoubtedly standing at the top of the soul world."

Seinosuke Yamada felt his eyes swell, and he focused on the figure in the dojo, trying to keep up with the rhythm of the two.

But the fierce momentum and the attack that was so fast that he couldn't catch it made his eyes even more overwhelmed.

Until it is bloodshot and dry.

He shook his head and didn't try any more. The gap in strength was too big, and he would only harm himself by forcing himself to keep up.

Yamada Seinosuke still has this bit of self-awareness.

A scene of evenly matched strength appeared in the field, with two fuzzy figures constantly interlacing their directions, and between the strikes of bamboo knives, the clear and crisp sound reverberated like a symphony.

However, only Su Feng himself knows that he has been fully suppressed by Uzhi Hualie now, and has even fallen into the opponent's rhythm.

There is still a big gap between tenth and tenth dan.

Sufeng's tenth rank is because his level is just up to standard.

But Unohana Retsu's swordsmanship is tenth level because the highest standard of swordsmanship in Soul Society is only tenth level.

From Su Feng's point of view, claiming to have mastered all the schools in the world is really not an exaggeration.

Even slightly restrained.

When you reach the realm of Unohana Retsu, creating ten or hundreds of your own genres is as easy and smooth as drinking water.

From the beginning of the battle to the present, there is absolutely no repetition in the swordsmanship she has performed.

Moreover, each move is smooth, harmonious, and natural. It is as perfect as the sky, with not a single flaw to be found.

As the battle progressed, Su Feng's nerves became more and more tense. With full concentration, his eyes seemed to be filled with the breath of wind.

He tried to break Unohana Retsu's rhythm to control the direction of the battle.

But even if he used his own kendo school, the opponent remained unmoved and even responded with a variety of moves from different schools in an instant.

The angle and even the force of his slashing were simply unheard of.

If nothing else, it should be Unohana Retsu's own genre.

It's unclear whether it's what he thinks about in daily life or whether he creates his own moves in battle.

As time passed, Maozhihualie seemed to be aware of Sufeng's embarrassment, and deliberately slowed down the bamboo knife in his hand.

Su Feng felt the pressure relax, and the arm wielding the knife couldn't help but feel a little lighter.

The rhythm returned between the two of them again.

The bamboo knife is gentle, slow and urgent, painting a beautiful picture.

Sufeng was like a sponge, trying his best to absorb Uozhihualie's knowledge of swordsmanship, and then refined it into his own in battle.

Under the circumstances that Unohana Retsu deliberately did, his swordsmanship level continued to improve at a rapid rate.

Kendo is one of the four basic fighting techniques of Death.

Even a small improvement is enough to reflect one's own strength.

At this time when it was becoming increasingly difficult to improve one's strength, even a small change was enough to make Sufeng happy and surprised.

After realizing this, he looked at Unohana Retsu with a fiery look in his eyes.

There is no enthusiasm mixed with personal emotions, just absolute purity for the way of the sword.

The two looked at each other in mid-air, and there seemed to be a burning smell in the air.

Uzhihua Lie was pleasantly surprised to find that Captain Sufeng seemed to be constantly moving closer to him, and gradually became a character similar to his own.

Is it the sympathy between swordsmen?

Or is it the desire to fight and fight?

Or...

Unohana Retsu doesn't mind adding another strong person to the Soul Society.

on the contrary.

She desperately longs for the appearance of a strong person so that she can enjoy the fun of fighting.

no doubt.

The appearance of Sufeng filled the emptiness deep in Mao Zhihualie's heart.

She seemed to have seen a piece of fine jade that only needed a little carving to become a rare treasure.

The corners of his mouth were raised more and more, and the irrepressible joy was integrated into the slashing.

As the level of Sufeng Kendo improved, his moves incorporated his personal style, becoming as violent and violent as a storm.

In the dojo, it seemed as if a raging hurricane had set off, constantly destroying the overwhelmed floors and walls.

Uozhihualie is also immersed in it, his moves are high-spirited and swift, and at the same time, he gradually begins to suppress Sufeng, instinctively bringing it into his own fighting rhythm.

Click!

A dull explosion sounded in the dojo, as countless bamboo fibers exploded, and debris fell from the sky like rain, soaking into the dilapidated floor.

It seemed that the artistic exchange of kendo was over.

The bamboo knives of the two exploded almost simultaneously, scattering debris all over the place.

The difference is that the bamboo knife in Uozhihualie's hand is half longer, and the broom-like section falls on Sufeng's neck.

The undisguised killing intent shrouded Su Feng, and the bone-eating cold pierced through every pore, reaching the depths of the viscera.

Obviously.

In this hearty kendo fight, Uzhi Huaretsu could no longer suppress his own nature.

After a brief silence, she put down the bamboo knife in her hand, and her gentle and amiable temperament returned to her body again.

"It's a satisfying exchange of swordsmanship."

A familiar smile reappeared on Unohana's face, paired with that pure white kendo uniform, people can't help but think of a pure white orchid.

"no doubt."

"Captain Sufeng's swordsmanship level has completely stood at the top of the soul world."

Having said that, she sighed for a long time, and said slowly like a sage:

"However, there is still a long way to go to truly master the way of the sword."

"If Captain Sufeng doesn't mind..."

Uno Hanalie smiled softly: "Please come to the fourth team to communicate more!"