Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

Generally speaking, there are only three types of people who cannot unleash their Zanpakuto.

One of them is that his strength is not yet up to par, and he cannot gain the approval of his Zanpakuto.

Secondly, there is the influence of some other force.

As for the third possibility, it is that Death's self-awareness is insufficient, and it cannot fully comprehend the power contained within the soul.

Judging from Ruyue Ming's description, he is most likely the third type.

They have no idea about their own situation.

Yamamoto nodded and pondered for a moment:

"Since this is your request, I will naturally grant it."

"However, one cannot give up the training of sword Zen. Communicating with one's Zanpakuto is a matter of slow and steady progress. Only through accumulation over time can one truly understand its nature and master its power."

Ruyue Ming readily agreed.

"very good."

Yamamoto nodded in satisfaction; he always did his best to guide those obedient students.

"In that case, let's get started."

As he spoke, to Akira's astonishment, Yamamoto took off his captain's haori and hung it on a clothes rack. Then he took off half of his shihaka and tied it around his waist.

"Commander-in-Chief, what are you doing?"

Yamamoto turned around and explained, "Of course we'll spar. How can I teach you if I don't know your exact skill level?"

Ru Yueming: "???"

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Chapter 78 You've mastered the basic skills, now it's time to put them to the test in real combat!

Looking at the shirtless, white-bearded old man in front of her, Ru Yueming couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

Others may not know much about Yamamoto's background, but he definitely does.

Don't let the old man's short stature fool you; he's barely 1.7 meters tall with shoes on, but he's incredibly muscular. No Shinigami has surpassed him in the past thousand years; he's the top dog in Soul Society.

He was proficient in everything from slashing and punching to walking and ghost-walking.

The thought of him fighting this white-bearded old man right now is truly unsettling.

Normally speaking, with Ruyueming's current strength, he could at most fight his opponent to a 10/90 split.

With one punch from Yamamoto, he died with a smile on his face.

"The most taboo thing for Yuanliu is to be timid and hesitant."

Yamamoto frowned, his broad arms twitching with terrifying muscles, and his powerful aura exerted a suffocating pressure.

Even without releasing any spiritual pressure, it still instills a sense of fear, as if facing hell directly.

"Are you scared?"

Yamamoto said in a deep voice, "When you face death directly, you won't have this emotion anymore!"

Having said that, without giving him a chance to refuse, Yamamoto suddenly stretched out his large hand and brought it down directly on Ruyueming's head.

A deafening roar followed, and a scorching gust of wind rushed towards them.

As the moonlight brightened, his pupils contracted sharply, and his instinct for danger exploded. The large hand magnified in his vision, as if it had taken over his entire world.

If you can't stop it, you will die!

Without even time to think, at the critical moment, Ruyueming entrusted her hope of survival to instinct, and the hand-to-hand combat skills she learned from the Shihōin family's secret techniques instantly erupted.

With a flick of his fingers, he clenched his fist in an instant. As he moved his feet lightly, his relatively thin fist emitted a piercing sound as it cut through the air, and a wave of air burst forth, heading straight for the palm that was about to fall!

boom!

As fists and palms clashed, a fierce hurricane roared and surged, like the deafening roar of an explosion, making one's eardrums ache.

The last time I fought a white-hat battle was against Yoruichi Shihouin.

Although we lost, it wasn't too bad.

Compared to before, Ruyueming is now more than ten times stronger!

Even if I were to have another close-quarters fight with Yoruichi, I could still pin her down.

However, this time the opponent was Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni.

That slight boost was barely worth mentioning.

This is similar to when you have mastered the skills of Go and successfully passed the first hurdle for beginners, and you are full of confidence to face your first opponent.

Then they discovered that the other party was AlphaGo.

The disparity was so extreme that it could drive anyone to despair.

Extreme power and speed, along with astonishing power generation techniques, merged into one at this moment, and were continuously displayed before Ru Yueming.

The movement of tendons and bones, the activity of muscles, is like hard iron blocks being rubbed together, with scorching heat surging forth, like a suppressed volcano.

Unlike the lightness and variation of the Shihōin family's hand-to-hand combat techniques, Yamamoto's style is more straightforward, concealing more of his power-generating techniques within his body.

When his five fingers are spread open, a power comparable to that of a volcano erupts from them.

In an instant, a deafening roar erupted.

A shockwave erupted out of nowhere, surging and pressing forward.

Ru Yueming's breath caught in his throat, and even his thoughts froze at this moment. This being, far more powerful than any enemy before him, revealed his ferocity at this moment.

The shockwave struck the ground of the dojo, exploding with a deafening roar and revealing jagged cracks.

With a series of crackling sounds, a huge crater appeared in the solid ground, like a gaping, black maw that could swallow a person whole.

As Yue Ming dodged the attack, he glanced sideways and looked up, his fighting spirit, hidden deep within him, bursting forth.

Getting beaten up is not in his nature.

Even if the gap between them is so great that it's unbearable to look at, he will still unleash all his power and tear a piece of flesh off the other person.

His heart pounded, his face flushed, and his strength surged.

Facing Yamamoto's renewed attack, Ruyueming showed no intention of dodging. A sinister smile played on her lips as she unleashed a powerful punch forward, squeezing out all the power from her spirit body.

The moment fists and palms collided, a vast, ocean-like power surged forth.

The instantaneous collision made Ruyue Ming realize what the real difference was. The moment the power entered his body, it instantly filled his entire body, gradually applying the scorching and savage power to every inch of flesh and every bone.

At that moment, Ru Yueming's pupils suddenly contracted.

Images flashed before my eyes, familiar scenes reappearing.

The struggle for survival in the Rebellious Zone, Ise Shizune's serene smile, the solemn ceremony when she served as the chief priest, and the gentle, brown-haired boy in front of the Spirit Arts Academy...

Hallucination?

Ru Yueming fell into a daze, unable to feel any pain or even the existence of her body.

It was as if they had entered a third-person perspective, their dull and sluggish eyes staring at everything in front of them.

In that long yet fleeting moment, he clearly saw that gleaming head fly further and further away, increasing the distance between them.

It turned out he was flying backwards.

In the utter silence, Ruyueming's feet left the broken floor and traced a graceful arc in the air.

With a bewildered expression, the distance of tens of meters was covered in an instant, and finally, like a shooting star, it fell to the entrance of the dojo. Its body rolled, leaped, and struggled on the floor like a fish out of water...

When he finally came to his senses, the excruciating pain in his body felt as if he were being crushed under a stone roller dozens of times.

It hurts terribly.

I could barely breathe.

Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Yamamoto calmly withdrew his aura, put on his shihaka uniform and captain's haori again, and slowly walked up to Akira, lifting him back into the dojo as if he were a chick.

The whole process was smooth and familiar, as if they had rehearsed it countless times.

"There is no need to resist."

Yamamoto said casually, "Although my reply skills are not as good as Captain Unohana's, they are enough to heal your current injuries."

As he spoke, his large, aged, and scarred hand pressed directly onto Ru Yueming's chest, initiating an extremely brutal treatment.

At this moment, Ru Yueming's face was deathly pale.

It wasn't because of the severity of the injuries, but because I was so shocked that my mind went blank, to the point that I was almost unable to think.

Yamamoto's one-hit-kill technique made him realize the difference in skill level.

Just like when facing Retsu Unohana's Death Sword Style, he was completely powerless to fight back, and it was a one-sided, pure beating.

Akira, who was secretly pleased with herself for having learned a trick or two of the Shihōin family's secret techniques, now had only one thought in her mind.

After calming down a little, he looked up at that aged and dignified face, and tears seemed to well up in the corners of his eyes:

"coach!"

"I want to learn Yuanliu!"

Chapter 79 Different from ordinary people

Did this child hit his head and break it?

Yamamoto was filled with confusion, not understanding what was wrong with Akira Kisaragi. After a moment of hesitation, he still adhered to his principle of being conscientious and responsible, and patiently said:

"Don't worry, now that you've become Yuanliu's disciple, I will teach you everything I know. And with your talent, you'll probably graduate in no time."

Ru Yueming sat cross-legged on the floor, then suddenly vomited a large pool of blood that was sticky with green.

To Yamamoto's astonishment, his hands emitted a radiant glow as he began to heal himself.