Naruto: The strongest fire style Blade Jakka!

Li Yi stood by the river, looking at the rolling river water, and a sense of pride surged in his heart. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the river surface, sparkling like a burning flame. He came here this time because he heard that there was a group of small fish making trouble here, harming the people. However, these small fish and shrimps were not in his eyes at all. What really made him feel difficult was the person on the Wangbei Tower.

The scum gathered together, and the leader was a bully nicknamed "Fanjiang Crocodile". This man was rampant in the village, bullying the people, and doing all kinds of evil. Li Yi had heard of his bad reputation a long time ago, and his righteous anger had already burned in his heart. He smiled contemptuously and said to his followers: "These scum are just a group of rabble. When I take action, I will definitely let them know how powerful I am."

Sure enough, when Li Yi led everyone to the nest of the river-turning crocodile, the group of small fish rushed up with shouts. Li Yi's eyes were stern, and he drew the long sword from his waist and rushed into the enemy camp like a flash of lightning. Wherever the sword light went, the small fish fell down one after another, screaming. Li Yi's swordsmanship was superb, and every sword accurately pierced the enemy's vital points. He had no fear in his heart. In his eyes, these small fish were like ants, vulnerable to a single blow.

However, at this moment, a melodious flute sound came from the direction of Wangbei Building. Li Yi's heart tightened. The flute sounded plain, but it seemed to have a kind of magic that made his mind slightly ripple. He looked up at Wangbei Building and saw a man in white standing on the roof with his hands behind his back, playing a jade flute. The man had a handsome face and an extraordinary temperament, as if he was not a mortal.

Li Yi thought to himself, "This man must be the mastermind behind the River Crocodile." He put away his sword and stood up, shouting towards Wangbei Tower, "Who are you, master? Why don't you show yourself?"

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly. The man in white smiled and said slowly, "Master Li is indeed worthy of his reputation. These small fry are indeed no match for you. However, you still need to be cautious in front of me."

Li Yi sneered: "I, Li Yi, have always acted uprightly and never feared any challenge. If you have any advice, just do it."

The man in white jumped lightly, floated down from Wangbei Tower, and landed in front of Li Yi. He still held the jade flute in his hand, but did not attack. Li Yi was a little confused. This man did not look like a vicious person, so why would he associate with a bully like Fanjiang Crocodile?

The man in white seemed to see Li Yi's confusion and said calmly, "Master Li, do you know why the people along the river are being bullied by these scum?"

Li Yi was stunned. He had never thought deeply about this. The man in white continued, "The government power is weak in this area by the river, and the people have nowhere to seek redress. Although the river crocodile has done many evil things, he is not completely useless. At least he has created a kind of order on the riverside, so that the people can rely on him. As for me, I think he is not a bad person by nature, so I want to guide him onto the right path."

Li Yi was shocked when he heard this. He didn't expect that there was such a hidden story behind this. He thought for a moment and said, "Even so, we can't let him oppress the people. Since I, Li Yi, am here, I must get rid of this evil for the people."

The man in white smiled and said, "I admire your chivalrous heart, Mr. Li. However, killing is not the only way to eliminate harm. If Mr. Li is willing, I am willing to work with you to guide the river crocodile, so that he can reform and benefit the people."

Li Yi looked at the sincere eyes of the man in white, and his heart was a little shaken. He thought again and again, and finally nodded: "In this case, then I will do as you say. However, if he dares to do evil again, I will not let him off easily."

The man in white bowed and said, "Thank you, Master Li, for your help. I am Sima Yun, and I am willing to work with Master Li to seek the welfare of the people along the river."

Li Yi also returned the greeting, but he remained alert. Although these small fry were not to be feared, Sima Yun in Wangbei Tower was an unfathomable figure. He thought to himself, "The people in Wangbei Tower are indeed troublesome."

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on Li Yi's face. His expression was as calm as water. The yellowed ancient book "Nine Yang Secret Book" in his hand disappeared in an instant under the last ray of sunlight. The flying paper scraps danced in the air like butterflies, and finally merged into the dust and disappeared without a trace. This moment meant the end of an era. From now on, no one will get this secret book anymore.

The "Nine Yang Secret Book" is said to be written by an ancient master, and records nine supreme masculine internal skills. For hundreds of years, it has been a treasure coveted by people in the martial arts world. In order to fight for this secret book, countless heroes drew their swords and fought each other, and blood and rain continued. Li Yi, an unknown boy, got this secret book by chance.

Li Yi lost both his parents when he was young, and was adopted by a hermit master. Seeing that Li Yi was kind-hearted and had excellent physique, the master taught him some basic martial arts. Li Yi was gifted, diligent, and made rapid progress. When he was sixteen, the master passed away. Before his death, he handed the "Nine Yang Secret Book" to Li Yi, and told him to keep it properly and not let the secret book fall into the hands of people with bad intentions.

Li Yi knew the importance of the secret book, and he kept it hidden on his body, never showing it to anyone. However, there is no such thing as a wall that is impenetrable, and the news that Li Yi possessed the "Nine Yang Secret Book" spread like wildfire. For a time, masters from all walks of life came to him. Facing powerful enemies, Li Yi relied on the martial arts taught by masters and the mental methods in the "Nine Yang Secret Book" to escape danger again and again.

As time went by, Li Yi gradually realized that no matter how high the martial arts skills were, they were still external things. A truly strong person should have a broad mind and noble character. He did not want the "Nine Yang Secret Book" to become the source of disputes in the martial arts world, and he did not want to see innocent people die because of fighting for the secret book. So, he decided to destroy the secret book and let everything return to peace.

On a sunny afternoon, Li Yi came to an open grassland alone. He took out the "Nine Yang Secret Book" and stared at this ancient book that had accompanied him for many years and brought him countless glory and disasters. He felt mixed emotions. Finally, he took a deep breath, placed the secret book on a stone, and then lit it with a fire stick.

The flames burned fiercely, and Li Yi stood quietly by, watching the pages of the secret book turn into ashes. He knew that from now on, there would be no more legends of the "Nine Yang Secret Book" in the world. Those who fought for the secret book would gradually disperse and find a new direction in life.

After destroying the secret book, Li Yi left the grassland and started a new journey. He knew that the way of martial arts was to cultivate one's mind and character, rather than to pursue the moves in the secret book. From then on, he no longer obsessed with the level of martial arts, but devoted himself to helping those in need and spreading justice and kindness with his actions.

Time flies, and decades have passed in the blink of an eye. Li Yi has become a respected old man, and his deeds are widely circulated in the world. People no longer remember the "Nine Yang Secret Book", but remember Li Yi's name and the spirit he conveyed.

On a quiet night, Li Yi passed away peacefully. His disciples followed his wishes and scattered his ashes on the ground, allowing him to blend into nature. From then on, there was no more "Nine Yang Secret Book" in the world, and no more Li Yi, but their story, like the flying confetti, will always float in people's hearts and become an eternal legend.

Li Yi looked at the Zanpakutō in his hand and laughed. He finally got the Zanpakutō from the world of the God of Death. At this moment, he felt an unprecedented power surging in his blood, as if the whole world was trembling. Zanpakutō is not only a symbol of the God of Death, but also a combination of soul and power. It is the partner that every God of Death warrior dreams of.

Since he accidentally traveled to the world of the Shinigami, he has been trying to adapt to this new environment full of spiritual pressure and fighting. Here, every Shinigami needs to establish a spiritual connection with his Zanpakuto, and release the power of Zanpakuto through Shikai and Bankai to fight against Hollows and other enemies. Li Yi knows that owning a Zanpakuto means that he has officially embarked on the path of becoming a powerful Shinigami.

"Zanpakuto, you are finally here." Li Yi gently stroked the blade, feeling the spiritual pressure fluctuations coming from the handle. He closed his eyes, and a vague figure emerged in his mind. It was the spirit of his Zanpakuto, a woman in white, with a cold face but a gentle look in her eyes.

"What's your name?" Li Yi asked silently in his heart.

"Senbonzakura." A soft voice sounded in his mind.

Senbonzakura! Li Yi was shocked. This name was well-known. In the world of death, Senbonzakura was a legendary Zanpakuto, famous for its beautiful posture and powerful strength. He didn't expect that his Zanpakuto would be so powerful.

"Senbonzakura, from now on, you and I are partners, facing all challenges together." Li Yi slowly drew out his Zanpakutō, the blade flashing a silver-white light in the sun, as if countless petals were dancing in the air, breathtakingly beautiful.

At this time, the members of Dragon Team 3 gathered around. They looked at the Zanpakutō in Li Yi's hand with envy and excitement on their faces. Yu Tu walked up, patted Li Yi on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Team Leader Li, congratulations, you finally got your own Zanpakutō."

Li Yi smiled and nodded, saying, "Yes, thanks to everyone's help, I was able to resonate with my Zanpakutō so quickly."

Xiaoli looked at Senbonzakura curiously, her eyes sparkling with excitement: "Team Leader Li, this sword is so beautiful, and it feels so powerful."

Li Yi smiled slightly. He knew that having a Zanpakutō was only the first step. To truly master its power, he needed constant practice and adjustment. He turned to the members of the Dragon Team 3 and said solemnly, "Everyone, from today on, the strength of our Dragon Team 3 will be upgraded to a higher level. Let us work together to protect the Soul Society and to fight for the peace of this world."

"Fight for peace!" The members of Dragon Group 3 shouted in unison, with high morale.

Li Yi held the Senbonzakura in his hand, his heart full of confidence and hope. He knew that the road ahead would not be smooth, but with the company of his Zanpakutō and reliable comrades like the Dragon Group, he had the courage to face any powerful enemy.

As night fell, Li Yi stood alone on the roof, looking at the starry sky, holding Senbonzakura tightly in his hand. He whispered softly: "Senbonzakura, let's become stronger together." The blade trembled slightly, as if responding to his call.

Li Yi smiled slightly. He knew that his legend of the god of death had just begun.