Yamabuki woke up from meditation and covered his neck with a look of horror!
One knife! He couldn't even block one knife! The most important thing to note is that this ability is not based on speed at all.
No wonder the zanpakuto spirit refused to tell him her name. With his reiatsu as the vice-captain, he couldn't control the sword at all.
"Brother Yamabuki, what's wrong with you? You look terrible! Do you want me to call a doctor for you?" asked Chōjirō.
"It's okay. I just spoke to my zanpakuto spirit, and then she slashed me! That damn girl! How could she be so cruel? Yamabuki wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Sure enough, it was useless to study those fancy things. The only way was to enhance his own reiatsu.
Being slashed by his own zanpakuto spirit? The expression of Chōjirō was very interesting. He really wanted to know what stories there were between Brother Yamabuki and his own zanpakuto spirit.
"Why did you come back so soon?" Yamabuki suddenly thought, shouldn't Chōjirō be training in the training ground at this time? Are these people being lazy?
"Brother Yamabuki? Have you forgotten? We are going to patrol Rukongai this afternoon. Didn't you say before that you wanted to improve the law and order in Rukongai?" asked Chojiro.
Yes, I did say such words, but I have forgotten them.
"Okay, go and get ready, and we'll set off together later," said Yamabuki.
Rukongai has always been a very chaotic place. People who died in the real world will go to Rukongai to live. All kinds of people are mixed together. There is still some order near the Seireitei. The farther away from the Seireitei, the worse the quality!
Especially for those hooligans who think they have some abilities, robbing and looting are common occurrences.
Improving the public security in Rukongai was something Yamabuki had planned for a long time, but he had always suffered from a lack of manpower.
Now I can only take a few students out to scare these bad guys and prevent them from causing trouble. After all, we will have to select Shinigami from Rukongai in the future.
Half an hour later, Yamabuki arrived at the monastery. In addition to him and Chōjirō, there were three other people, all of whom were newcomers.
"Why don't we play actual combat today? I'll take you on patrol. When you become an official Shinigami in the future, you will not only have to protect Soul Society but also be responsible for the law and order of Rukongai. Today I'll take you to experience it." Yamabuki said.
Just like that, the five of them came directly to the most chaotic neighborhood in Eastern Rukongai, the Ryūgon district.
If the previous block still had some law and order, then this block is no different from a bandit's den. Everyone carries a knife and will chop people down at the slightest disagreement. The conflict between the two parties may be just with a glance, or the perpetrator may just simply dislike you!
The first batch of Shinigami who joined the Gotei 13 were mostly nobles. When had they ever seen such a chaotic scene?
When the three new students saw the bones all over the ground, they felt nauseous.
"You can't stand it? How are you going to fight in the future?" Yamabuki was also a little bit overwhelmed, but there was nothing he could do. Who told him to show off in front of the newcomers? He had to hold on! He couldn't show a disgusting expression.
As a result, they had only taken a few steps when the five of them were stopped by gangsters.
"Boy, hand over all the food you have. Also, your swords are pretty good; leave them all." A very burly warrior said with a smile, "And this little guy, I'll boil him later, and his bones can be broken into pieces and sold as rice!"
Chōjirō looked at the ferocious man in front of him, who was staring at him with a bad face, and he was so scared that he shrank behind Yamabuki.
But he was pushed out by Yamabuki with a slap: "What are you afraid of? Go up and beat him up! If you can't beat him, I'll teach you a lesson when I get back!"
Chōjirō is still a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, and compared to this gangster, he is like a bean sprout.
"Brother Yamabuki..."
Yamabuki simply ignored Chōjirō's pleas.
Noticing that there was something exciting to watch here, the idle hooligans on the side of the road gathered in a circle and placed bets on how many moves Chōjirō could take from the samurai.
Chōjirō looked back and found that the betting was actually opened by Yamabuki.
"Brother Yamabuki... I used to think that your unreliability was just an illusion, but I didn't expect that you were really unreliable! I'm about to be hacked to death, and you are still gambling!" Chōjirō trembled.
The three newcomers also looked strange.
Yamabuki said nonchalantly, "Small gambling brings joy, big gambling hurts the body. Everyone, make sure you buy and leave."
"I bet five moves."
"I bet on three moves!"
"You are carrying a knife, so you should have some skills! I bet you have ten moves."
These hooligans typically engage in activities such as eating, hacking, and gambling, often risking their entire fortune.
Yamabuki also placed a bet.
"I bet that my little brother can kill the opponent with just one move!" Yamabuki took out his purse and threw it there.
The gangsters around burst into laughter. Is there something wrong with this guy's brain? Is it just this bean sprout? Can he kill the opponent with one move?
Chōjirō was speechless and said, "Brother Yamabuki, do you have too high expectations of me?"
"Chojiro!" Yamabuki showed a gentle smile like a spring breeze: "If you make me lose money... I will kill you when I go back tonight!"
Chōjirō can only draw his Zanpakutō.
"Little guy, watch me draw my sword and chop!"
"Pierce it! Gonryōmaru !"
There was a flash of lightning, and then the figures on both sides shifted.
Chōjirō was panting and looked back stiffly, only to see that the ferocious samurai's throat was pierced by a sword, and blood was gushing out.
The people watching the excitement were stunned.
What happened just now? They didn't even see the fighting process!
Yamabuki picked up the money on the ground without any hesitation.
It was too easy for Gotei 13 to deal with these low-level thugs, and he made a lot of money, by the way!
Yamabuki opened his purse and poured out a pile of soybeans. Then he said to the gangsters around him with an apologetic expression, "Oh! I'm so sorry; I took the wrong one just now. It turns out that I forgot to bring it when I went out."
Holy shit! This bastard was playing with us.
This group of hooligans was so enraged that they all drew their swords!
"Oh, playing hard, are we? I like playing hard the most! Let's fight!" Yamabuki gave an order to his three students, and immediately, a melee broke out.
After arduous training, the team members found it very easy to deal with these hooligans. They knocked down a large number of them in no time.
The other gangsters turned around and ran away when they saw that something was wrong.
Yamabuki did not chase them but continued to take them on a tour around the Ryūgon District and defrauded all the gangsters they met using the same method.
At this time, the team members also vaguely felt that their instructor seemed unreliable.
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