Death: This Death is not serious

The sky was dark and overcast.

The huge dojo seemed to collapse at any time under the pressure of the dark clouds, and the old house made a "creaking" sound from time to time.

In the dark Hakuda dojo, Aozaki Mazuki stood alone on the wooden floor, naked, revealing perfect muscle lines, with his eyes closed.

The light of the oil lamp cast a vague shadow on the wall of the room.

The airflow burst up from the soles of his feet and blew up his long hair, surrounding his body.

If someone was here, they would probably be shocked.

Because these several rising airflows surrounding Aozaki Mazuki did not have any traces of spiritual pressure!

The next moment,

With the light steps of Aozaki Mazuki, the wind and his figure disappeared at the same time, and in an instant they appeared in front of the puppet strengthened by the ghost way.

Aozaki Mazuki opened his eyes, raised his fists, and then swung them violently-

Double bones!

The puppet that was hit hard was like a fragile ceramic product, and it was completely shattered into pieces.

He exhaled lightly, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Sure enough, I need to give myself some sense of urgency to force myself to grow harder..."

Aozaki Mayu picked up the fragments on the ground and looked at them carefully, and couldn't help but sighed.

In the past few months, his training progress has basically slowed down a lot, and even the growth of spiritual pressure has almost stagnated.

Although his various abilities are still slowly improving as he continues to increase his training intensity, the speed of improvement is not satisfactory.

However, after a battle with the captain-level rebels, I don't know if it's a psychological reason, Aozaki Mayu's training efficiency has been significantly improved.

"It's a pity that those rebels are not good enough to make me really get into the state."

Aozaki Mayu smiled and wiped the sweat off his body with a towel.

In fact, those rebels are not weak, but they are weaker than Yoruichi and stronger than himself, so they can't let go to fight.

Without Yoruichi, he would not have been able to join the battle. Without him, Yoruichi could have easily killed the rebels.

"I really miss the time when I practiced with Yoruichi..." Aozaki Mayu's eyes were a little emotional.

But Yoruichi doesn't have much time now, and he comes to see him once a week at most.

When they practiced together, Yoruichi would suppress his spiritual pressure and accompany him in special sparring in various aspects.

During that time, he was injured almost every day, but the kind of hearty sparring and the state of constantly forcing himself in the battle made Mayu intoxicated.

That was also the period when his strength improved the fastest.

Unfortunately, that was all in the past.

The battle between the rebels and the Gotei 13 became more and more intense. Although she did not participate in the battle in person, the heavy team affairs had made her miserable.

Thinking of this, Aozaki Mayu slowly put on her clothes.

He was not in a hurry.

The graduation exam was about to begin. If nothing unexpected happened, he would be able to enter the second team within a month.

Although his strength is far inferior to that of monsters like Yamamoto and Unohana, Aozaki Mayu believes that with his talent, he can definitely stand to the end in the world of death.

Before that, he must improve his strength.

Transform this talent that Yamamoto and Unohana both recognize into real strength.

A ray of determination flashed in Aozaki Mayu's eyes, and he walked out of the dojo and opened the door.

Raindrops fell, and a police patrol team was patrolling outside the courtyard, conducting daily investigations of the surrounding environment.

In the spacious kendo field opposite, Matsumoto Rangiku and Ichimaru Gin were practicing with full concentration.

The former was holding a Zanpakutō, looking serious, practicing kendo in a methodical manner, and the sharp blade cut through the air, making bursts of sharp whistling sounds.

The latter was sitting cross-legged on the ground with a shallow sword on his legs, doing blade Zen training with a calm expression.

"They are both working hard."

Aozaki Mayu looked at the scene with satisfaction and smiled at Unohana who was walking over.

Unohana said gently:

"They are all good kids. The 62nd District of Rukongai is really a good place. It has produced three geniuses like you at once, especially Rangiku... She has made rapid progress."

With the fanatic Yamada Seinosuke as her vice-captain, she is now the most relaxed among all the captains.

Aozaki Mayu couldn't help laughing when he thought of that venomous guy.

When he went to the 4th Division, he was often tortured by Yamada Seinosuke's broken mouth.

"Boom!"

At this time, a few centimeters of cracks suddenly exploded on one side of the dojo's pillar.

The spiritual pressure mixed with the air rushed over, and the death gods outside the courtyard looked sideways.

"What happened?"

"Who is exploding the spiritual pressure?"

"This spiritual pressure seems to be that silver"My childhood friend."

"..."

The faces of the Shinigami outside the courtyard changed slightly, but they didn't pay much attention and continued their patrol mission.

Aozaki Mayu looked at Ichimaru Gin with interest, whose spiritual pressure was bursting out.

Matsumoto Rangiku next to her subconsciously reached out her hand and took back the Zanpakutō in her hand, and was about to speak.

Aozaki Mayu held her shoulder and shook her head.

Rangiku was stunned, but heard a murmur not far away.

"God Spear!"

The moment the low murmur came out, the shallow dagger in Ichimaru Gin's hand turned into a short blade with an S-shaped blade and seemingly ordinary wakizashi.

"Have you learned the Shikai?" Aozaki Mayu asked.

Ichimaru Gin opened his eyes and nodded slowly: "Yes, its name is the God Spear."

"Do you want to try its power?" Mayu's eyes lit up.

"Now? I can't control it well..." Ichimaru waved his hand and evaded.

"It's okay, let me see it!" Aozaki Mayu had already placed his hand on the Ten Thousand Things Sen Luo, grinning: "With Captain Unohana here, don't worry about hurting me."

Facing the burning eyes, Ichimaru couldn't say no, so he could only agree: "Okay, be careful Mayu, the magic gun can extend the blade instantly."

He pointed the tip of the knife at Aozaki Mayu, as if he felt unsafe, and waited for a few seconds before reciting the liberation words loudly: "Shoot him, magic gun! "

Swish!!

The short sword extended quickly!

The visible blade flew out like a magic gun.

It was very fast, but in Mayu's eyes, it was not fast enough. This was the difference in spiritual pressure.

His expression remained unchanged. He chuckled and pulled out the Ten Thousand Sen Luo, and gently waved it to block the thrust of the magic gun.

The blades of the two swords collided and rubbed sparks, and then the blade of the magic gun was inserted into the ceiling.

Ichimaru Gin saw this scene and breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that no accident happened.

If Mayu accidentally tilted her head, he really would have nowhere to complain.

But then, he felt the spiritual pressure behind him and couldn't help sighing.

Matsumoto Rangiku pulled out her Zanpakutō and shouted: "Ichimaru!"

Anyone could see that she was really angry.

"I told you I couldn't control it..." Ichimaru Gin said helplessly, and the blade of the magic gun shrank back to a short sword.

Matsuki, who was still happy to get the new Shikai, came to his senses and hurried out to smooth things over.