The Swordsman of the Grim Reaper

Chapter 187 Mao Zhihua Lie wants to teach swordsmanship

Jingling Ting.

Inside the general ambulance.

Zaragi Kenpachi had a long-lost dream, dreaming of that bloody world, on the crooked tree, not a single leaf fell.

In winter in the Saraki district of Beiliukon Street, only human blood is warm.

He leaned against a big tree, his palms, shoulders, and knife were all covered in hot blood.

I remember at that time, his knife was still as sharp and smooth as anyone else's, without a single notch.

He was dreaming, but his consciousness suddenly realized that it was a dream, and then he woke up.

A little girl with short pink hair covering her ears stood on the stool, "Little Sword."

"Eight thousand streams."

He let out a cry, twisted his neck again, and looked around.

Caolu Yaqianliu smiled and said: "This is the ward of the Comprehensive Emergency Rescue Unit, Unohana saved you."

Zaraki Kenpachi said with a somewhat disappointed expression: "Well, let her see the embarrassed side."

"Xiaojian has always been handsome."

"The loser, how can he be called handsome."

Zaraki Kenpachi is not the kind of blind and arrogant fool, he understands, that last stroke.

If Old Man Shan hadn't intervened, there was absolutely no possibility of him surviving.

"Xiaojian didn't lose!"

Caolu Baqianliu shouted angrily.

Zaragi Kenpachi didn't quite understand why she was angry, and said in a deep voice, "Idiot, you have to admit it if you lose."

"You obviously didn't lose! Xiaobai used the swastika, which is equivalent to Zanpakuto adding people."

Caolu Baqianliu was so anxious that he raised both hands, put his hands on his hips, and announced proudly: "In this case, it's two against one, Xiaojian, you didn't lose at all."

"Ha." Saragi Kenpachi was amused by the kid's logic.

Caolu Baqianliu shook his fist angrily and said, "Don't laugh."

Zaraki Kenpachi let his small fist swing on his face, his eyes were a little pensive, "卍解... Zanpakuto."

For a long time, he felt that Zanpakuto was a tool for fighting, those who shouted and fought side by side with Zanpakuto.

They're all a bunch of weak guys.

The real strong don't need Sijie or Swastika at all.

If he sticks to this idea, if he doesn't learn Shijie and Swastika, the next time he fights Baishi, he will definitely end up defeated.

And if you want to learn Shikai, you must know the name of Zanpakuto.

Zaraki Kenpachi looked at the Zanpakutō placed by the bed, the handle was wrapped with bandages, and the scabbard was also wrapped with bandages, "Yachiryu, do you remember the time I named you?"

Caolu Baqianliu didn't hesitate at all, and said with a smile on his face: "Of course I remember, I even remember the few clouds that floated in the sky at that time."

"That's right, me too."

Saraki Kenpachi raised his hand with difficulty, grasped the handle of the Zanpaku knife beside the bed, and pulled the knife out of its sheath.

"Small, little sword?" Caolu Yaqianliu's eyes widened, and a bewildered expression appeared on his face. Could it be that he wanted to cut seppuku?

"You don't talk yet."

Zaragi Kenpachi stopped what she said, and murmured: "I have long forgotten that kind of pain without a name.

People around are calling each other's names, but I don't..."

His blurred eyes became concentrated, he looked at the pitted Zanpakuto in his hand and said: "Hey, you may have your own ideas, but next you must tell me your name!"

The knife is still the same knife.

It is incompatible with the white ceiling, and the cicadas outside the tree are constantly chirping, as if mocking someone's whimsy.

Saraki Kenpachi's eyes turned from anticipation to disappointment while holding the sword, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Tsk, it still doesn't work."

Caolu Yaqianliu just looked at him quietly.

"hateful."

Zaraki Kenpachi covered his face with his hands, and the last time he faced Mojo, it could be explained that he lost without taking off the blindfold.

This time he took off the blindfold, lifted the bell, or was beaten completely, "I want to become stronger!"

Facing the knife, he uttered a cry of pain.

This is a feeling I haven't had in a long time.

I don't know when, he got used to suppressing Reiatsu, weakening himself to fight with others, so as to ensure that he can enjoy the fun of fighting.

But is that really a fight?

Not really.

The battle he longs for is not that kind of fake thing, but a battle that is enough to threaten his life, and he must do his best to resist.

Now there is such an opponent in front of him.

But he is too weak.

"You will become stronger, Xiaojian."

Caolu Yaqianliu clenched his fists and cheered him on.

"Look for Old Man Shan later. No, he is very busy now and may not have time to teach. They should know a little bit about kendo. Let's start with kendo first."

Saragi Kenpachi cheered up again, changed his original attitude, gave up his contempt for kendo, and learned all the moves that might make him stronger.

He wants to surpass Shiraishi in the next battle.

Caolu Yaqianliu said with a smile on his face: "Let's become stronger together, I know that Xiaojian is the strongest death god."

"Now is not the time to lie here."

Saraki Kenpachi lifted the quilt, pulled out the needle in his hand, put the knife back into the sheath, grabbed it, and jumped out of the bed, "Yachiryu, let's go."

"Hi." Caolu Yaqianliu jumped onto his shoulder again.

Saraki Kenpachi sneaked away from the window.

Outside the ward door.

Unozhihuaretsu leaned against the wall without saying a word, his lowered eyes covered with shadows.

She heard it.

The subtle spiritual pressure that Saraki woke up did not hide from her perception, and she rushed outside immediately.

Originally, he was going to go in, but he heard the conversation between Saraki Kenpachi and Kusanagi Yachiryu.

She didn't want to eavesdrop, or she felt that the atmosphere was not suitable for breaking in, so she hid outside.

"You want to become stronger," Unozhihua Lie said, burrowing his hands under the braids and stroking the scar just below the collarbone.

That scene came to mind again.

The young man in his memory doesn't know how to 卍节, he doesn't know how to start to understand, he just relies on a Zanpakuto that he snatched from no one knows where.

With an instinct that is more sensitive than wild beasts, and that unmatched violent Reiatsu, as the first Kenpachi, she felt unmatched pressure.

It is really as powerful as ghosts and gods.

So much so that when she saw Zaraki Kenpachi again, she even suspected that she had admitted the wrong person.

The grown-up Saraki was more than twice as weak as when he was a teenager, the difference between a baby and a giant.

This is her sin.

At that time, if she really had the power to defeat the boy, she wouldn't make the boy fear that he would never have an opponent again, thus sealing his own strength.

It won't be as weak as it is now.

A thought flashed in Uzhihuali's mind.

Perhaps, she can teach Saraki Kenpachi the way of Kenpachi.

"Hey, Captain Unohana, why are you here?"

Huche Yuyin's words interrupted her thinking, "Oh, it's Yuyin, you can take your medicine back, Captain Saraki has left here."

"Ah, can he recover from such a serious injury if he doesn't lie down for ten days and half a month?"

"What he said is fine, by the way, if... Forget it, it's fine, you can go back."

　ps: Speechless, I deleted the good title of the last chapter

　　
　
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