Back in his room, Yamabuki pulled out his Zanpakuto and gently wiped it. The ability of his Zanpakuto had begun to show its true colors in the previous great battle.
But what exactly was the ability of his Zanpakuto?
His Zanpakuto Spirit instantly cut the enemy into more than a dozen pieces. His initial guess was that his Shikai ability was related to speed.
Not necessarily. Maybe his ability was related to chūnibyō; the higher the chūnibyō and embarrassment, the stronger his Zanpakuto's attack power! If that were true...
It seems pretty cool too!
Which young man doesn't have a chūnibyō dream in his heart?
"I am the Dark Lord, and you are all my servants! Prepare to die! Hahaha!"
As expected, the embarrassment factor is still off the charts!
Or, was his previous guess correct? The true ability of his Zanpakuto is to summon a bunch of cute girls to charm the opponent to death?
For most male Shinigami, this would be a fatal blow!
Of course, if you want to kill, kill me, your master, first! Abuse me to your heart's content! Please don't pity me!
At this moment, the Zanpakuto flickered with a faint spiritual light, as if it was about to explode with anger!
Why did it have such an unreliable master?
Maybe it should just run away from home!
That's what the Zanpakuto Spirit was thinking.
"Um... Brother Yamabuki, can I stay with you for now?" Chōjirō Sasakibe asked softly.
"Welcome, welcome!" Yamabuki was very happy to have a little errand boy—no, a new roommate.
Currently, Chōjirō Sasakibe appeared to be a boy of about twelve or thirteen. His clothes were thin, and he didn't even have shoes. This appearance would be too embarrassing to take out. Clothes make the man. This kid needs a proper set of clothes, and then he needs education, not labor reform.
"Chōjirō, do you know what's most important if you want to stay in the Gotei 13?" Yamabuki asked.
Chōjirō Sasakibe shook his head. Actually, his idea was very simple: to have a place to eat and not have to live the wandering life he used to. That would be enough. Although he was young, he had to take care of his sister, so his domestic skills were maxed out. He could do laundry, cook, clean, and anything else.
"No, no, no! None of that matters. The servants of the Shihōin family will do those things for us. To stay in the Gotei 13, the most important thing is to be able to fight! Starting tomorrow, I'll have the Old Man teach you swordsmanship. Yamamoto has nothing else to do anyway." Yamabuki directly pushed the most troublesome task onto Head Captain Yamamoto.
Are you kidding me! How could I take on a disciple?
Besides...
From the previous battle, he had deeply realized his shortcomings. A true strong person must be a hexagonal warrior.
As tanky as a tank, as strong as a berserker, with burst damage like a mage, and output like a marksman.
Healing better than a support, protecting allies better than a guardian!
When advancing, he can take on five alone; when retreating, he can wait for a twenty-surrender.
Bah, I got carried away!
If we were to put it in the context of the Shinigami world, a hexagonal warrior must possess Head Captain Yamamoto's output, Retsu Unohana's healing, Flash Goddess Yoruichi's speed, Aizen the King of Pretension's spiritual pressure, Tessai Tsukabishi's Kido, and Kisuke Urahara's intelligence!
This is a true Shinigami!
As for whether I can achieve this goal?
How would I know? I haven't tried it yet!
That scamming system has also gone into hiding, leaving me with just a title.
Although Chōjirō Sasakibe didn't understand what this big brother was saying, he felt it sounded very impressive. It's awesome, even if I don't understand it!
So, early the next morning, Yamabuki dragged the sleepy Chōjirō Sasakibe to Head Captain Yamamoto for special training.
Yamamoto was very satisfied with his Vice-Captain. His growth rate was extremely fast. Just by going out for a casual stroll, his spiritual pressure had doubled. Although he still couldn't compare to Saitō Furōfushi and Shihōin Chika, Yamamoto believed that with a little more time to grow, Yamabuki would definitely become his powerful subordinate.
As for the kid sitting next to him, dozing off with snot bubbles...
Yamabuki saw Yamamoto's displeased expression and gave Chōjirō Sasakibe a chop to the head.
"Ouch!!"
"Pay attention!" Yamabuki shouted.
Chōjirō Sasakibe quickly sat up straight, startled.
Yamamoto shook his head slightly, 'This child is beyond teaching!'
Never mind, let him be an auditing student.
"Yamabuki, what do you want to learn? This Old Man can teach you anything," Yamamoto said.
"Captain, after this battle with the Hollow, I deeply realized my own lack of strength. I want to learn more Kido to make up for my shortcomings," Yamabuki said.
"Hmm!" Yamamoto nodded. 'Knowing how to find one's weaknesses in battle and then learning to improve them—he truly is the talent this Old Man picked.'
"Good! Then we'll start with the basics. Follow me." Yamamoto glanced at Chōjirō Sasakibe, seeing the child's bewildered face. 'Uncarvable timber!'
The three of them arrived at the Shihōin family's training ground.
Shihōin Chika happened to be there too.
After explaining their purpose, Shihōin Chika said with a laugh, "Want to practice Kido? Don't worry about making a mess; there's a barrier set up here, so it won't be easily destroyed."
"Since you say so, this Old Man is relieved." Yamamoto turned to Yamabuki and said, "Yamabuki, this Old Man will teach you a relatively basic Hadō. Watch carefully."
Yamabuki concentrated intently.
Yamamoto extended his palm, pointing at a target in the distance: "Hadō #88: Hiryū Gekizoku Shinten Raihō!"
A golden-blue pillar of light, two meters in diameter, erupted from Head Captain Yamamoto's hand. The violent spiritual pressure was so overwhelming that the others present dared not even look up. Chōjirō Sasakibe gasped, suffocating. Yamabuki quickly shielded Chōjirō, helping him block a portion of Yamamoto's spiritual pressure.
The pillar of light exploded in the distance, unleashing an extremely violent shockwave. It took a full few minutes for the calm to return.
"Hmm! Yamabuki, have you learned this relatively basic Hadō?" Yamamoto asked.
Old Man, do you have some misunderstanding about what 'basic' means?
You call an eighty-eighth Hadō 'basic'?
Please don't measure me by your definition of 'basic'!
What's with that hopeful look on your face?
You're not seriously expecting me to learn such a high-level Hadō just by watching it once, are you?
I... I... I think I really did learn it!
Yamabuki swallowed with difficulty. He knew he was a Child of Destiny, extremely talented, but he never imagined that he would fully understand the spiritual pressure's trajectory and the Hadō's composition of Hadō #88 just by watching it once!
"You try!" Yamamoto said.
Yamabuki raised his hand, mimicking Yamamoto, and condensed his spiritual pressure: "Hadō #88: Hiryū Gekizoku Shinten Raihō!"
A golden-blue pillar of light erupted from his hand. Of course, its power and might were far inferior to Yamamoto's, perhaps not even one-fifth of Head Captain Yamamoto's, but he had indeed learned this Kido!
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