Byakuya's son

"King's Lander! Masks of flesh and blood, Vientiane, flying wings, things that bear the name of human beings..." Tong Ming crossed his hands, chanting profound mantras intermittently, he had no idea what these mantras meant, It's just a kind of ignorant intuition, and recalling the direction of the spiritual power in the body indicated in the book.

"Why did you stop?" Bai Zai looked at Tongming and frowned.

"Father, I forgot the spell..." Tongming bit his lip, "Can I read it again?"

This is still too much for a child. Being able to know so many characters is already very good, but it is almost impossible for him to recite spells that even adults cannot fully understand, and at the same time experience the flow of spiritual power .

"After today's practice, fry Chi Cannon's incantation and commentary twenty times..." Instead of accepting Tongming's request, Bai Zai pointed to the wooden knife beside him, "Practice for nothing, don't stop until I come back."

After a moment of silence, Tongming habitually looked at his mother's room, and suddenly remembered that his mother was gone, and he had no place to act like a baby.

I can't be coquettish anymore!

This home, this home where the cold brings chills to his bones, no one will help him except his father!No one will help my lord mother!

Tong Ming's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he began to shout loudly, waving the wooden knife in his hand continuously in the way of basic kendo.

Bai Zai glanced at it twice, then left.

……

Half an hour passed.

Tongming's body was dripping with sweat, but he was still waving the wooden sword with vigor and vigor. To this level, if he was a month ago, he might have been exhausted, but now, he is still able to handle it with ease.

One hour.

Tongming's waving began to slow down, and he began to struggle, his face turned slightly pale, and he tried his best to control his breathing rhythm to prevent the accelerated loss of physical strength.

an hour and a half.

Tongming's swordsmanship has become messy and weak, and his breathing has also begun to become disordered. A feeling of dizziness entangles him, and his body is shaking. He really wants to stop and rest, but he understands that this is the time to break through the limit. If you give up, today's day of cultivation can be said to be in vain.

After another 10 minutes, Tong Ming no longer knew what he was wielding. His eyes were dim, his feet were chaotic, and he swung the wooden knife instinctively, but without any strength.

"That's it for today." Bai Zai's cold voice appeared in Tongming's ears, and at the same time he felt the wooden knife in his hand come out, as if it had been snatched by someone.

it is finally over!

Tongming stood staggeringly, shaking his head constantly, hoping to wake up a bit, but he barely turned his head, and looked at his father, "It's over?"

"Um……"

"Plop..." The young figure fainted on the ground.

Bai Zai seemed to have expected it a long time ago, without the slightest surprise, he bent down and hugged Tongming, looking at Tongming's face still frowning in a coma, he pursed his lips.

"You did very well……"

……

"This is given to you by the owner of the house." The old housekeeper said softly with lowered eyebrows, and handed over the plate in his hand with a white scarf on it, "From today onwards, you are the owner of the house. After half a month, please Go to the succession ceremony of the captain of the Sixth Division, the Patriarch has already taken care of it for you."

This white scarf is a unique symbol of the Kuchiki family, a scarf that only the heirs of the past generations can wear - silver and white wind flower yarn.

"Why?" Bai Zai didn't take it, but just asked the old housekeeper.

"The head of the family said that from now on, he will not force you anymore, as long as you remember... your surname is Kuimu, but please keep in mind that the family is not decided by the head of the family. If you want to do things, please consider the elders of the family. idea."

"My strength is not enough." Bai Zai said, at this moment he understands the gap between himself and the real captain, and without the right of captain, I am afraid that this patriarch will not do well.

"Then please improve your strength. When your strength is enough, the Patriarch will leave everything to you..." The old butler nodded, "Your answer is within the Patriarch's expectation. But, please make a decision. A gesture, the gesture of being about to take over as the head of the Kuchiki family."

……

half year later.

A black-haired child about six years old chanted softly to a target about [-] meters away: "King's Lander! A mask of flesh and blood, Vientiane, wings flying high, and things bearing the name of human beings! Scorch and chaos , Across the sea, turn around and head south, and move forward!"

"Broken Road 31! Red Cannon!"

The fireball appeared out of thin air and shot towards the target like a rainbow. With a loud noise, a large amount of smoke and dust was brought up. After the smoke dispersed, a scorched black mark about the size of a fist appeared on the target.

He frowned slightly, obviously, he was not satisfied with his results.

The power is still a bit weak. Although it can blow up wooden targets into pieces, it is a little difficult to use such a strong material.

"Father." He turned his head and looked behind him - Byakuya Kuchiki.

Five years have hardly brought any changes to Bai Zai, the only thing that has changed is the white scarf around his neck, and the white captain's uniform of the [-]th division of the Soul Society.

"I'm going to the present world."

"Why?" Byakuya opened his slightly closed eyes.

"I want to experience the battle with Xu." Tongming looked at his hands, "Recently, I haven't made any progress."

"No." Bai Zai refused without thinking, and stared at his son coldly, "You are still far behind."

It is useless to continue to ask, once the father decides, it cannot be changed.

Tongming remained silent, turned around, and began to practice white hitting. In the powerful swing, his pupils shone coldly: Not enough, this speed of progress... not enough!

……

At night, it was eerily quiet, except for occasional calls of wild cats.

The world-transmitting gate is a passage leading to the present world. Most of the world-transmitting gates are controlled by the central room 46 and belong to the public. In order to prevent chaos in the present world, strict checks are usually carried out on the souls entering and leaving. If you want to rush to reality, you must submit The application can only be rushed to the present world after receiving an agreed answer, and it will be recorded in the record. However, some privileged high-ranking nobles have private world-transmitting gates, and they can rush to the present world privately without leaving any traces. trace.

Slight snores came from the two guards. It was just a formality to guard the door. That's right, who would come to Kuchiki's house to play wild?Even if they wanted to go to the present world, they would not pick the four heavily guarded families, but only some ordinary upper-class nobles.

This is a fat job, a fat job that can be lazy.

But this is destined not to be a good job, there are exceptions to everything, and Kuchiki Tongming is the exception.

He understood what his father meant. His strength was indeed not very safe, but it was not safe to increase his strength. Increasing his strength... was often accompanied by risks.

Transparent and self-confident, control the risk without harming yourself.

"Ja Ya..." The door was gently opened, and beside the door lay two unconscious guards.

Tongming glanced at the sword on his waist and patted it. He didn't have his own Zanpakuto, so he could only use Kuchiki's mass-produced knives. Although he didn't have the ability of Zanpakuto, it was sharp and strong. It's a pretty good weapon too.

Then, he walked into the Broken Realm, and the door slowly closed, cutting off his last connection with the Soul Realm.

Tongming didn't know that there was a figure standing not far from the world-transmitting gate, a lonely figure.

"..." The moonlight lost the cover of the dark clouds and shone on his face, revealing his identity - Kuchiki Byakuya.

There was no anxiety or anger on Leng Ran's face, as if he had expected this.

"Bai Zai, don't you want to get him back?" The voice came from behind Bai Zai, it was the old Patriarch.

"There's no need for that..." Bai Zai's voice carried a hint of chill, "Facts are always easier to convince than words."