Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

The movements were so skillful that they must have been practiced hundreds of times.

What puzzled Yamamoto even more was that although Akira's return technique was a bit immature, his movements were neat and perfect, as if they were copied from a textbook.

Such a level is unmatched, not to mention the teachers at the Spirit Arts Academy, even the squad leader of the Fourth Division's Comprehensive Rescue Center is inferior.

Even more outrageous was his astonishingly high efficiency in returning to his senses. In just a few breaths, his pale face regained some color, and he became energetic again.

Yamamoto watched in stunned silence, unsure whether to praise Ruyue Ming's astonishing knowledge or his extraordinary physical abilities.

In fact, it has both characteristics.

Although Akira only learned the Death Sword Style from Retsu Unohana, in terms of backsword techniques, she only mastered the basic skills taught at the Spirit Arts Academy.

However, thanks to his talent, all the mistakes he made in the early days have been made up for. Whether it is the control of details or the standardization of hand gestures, he can be described as perfect.

With the added bonuses of the dual attributes of "Miraculous Healing" and "Demon Path Mastery," Ru Yueming's current single healing effect can even surpass that of any of the Fourth Division's officers, or even the vice-captain.

Even more outrageous is that its abnormal spirit is not only resilient, but also has an astonishing recovery speed.

With the triple buff, Ruyue Ming is practically invincible; minor injuries have no effect on him whatsoever.

"Commander-in-Chief, there's no time to lose, let's begin now!"

After self-healing, Ru Yueming moved her sore limbs and body, trying her best to restore her spirit to its best state.

Upon seeing this, Yamamoto was taken aback again, a hint of confusion flashing in his aged eyes.

He initially valued Akira Kisaragi's talent because he realized that Akira's talent was amazing and far surpassed that of other students in the Spirit Arts Academy. Therefore, he instructed Genjiro Okiga to learn to teach according to aptitude.

After receiving various intelligence reports and making numerous observations, Yamamoto noticed a familiar shadow in Akira Kisaragi.

His most trusted disciple is Kyoraku Shunsui, the current captain of the Eighth Division.

Of course, this is only reassuring for now.

He put in a lot of effort when he was teaching Kyoraku Shunsui.

That kid was incredibly mischievous when he was young.

Although he was very talented, he was lazy by nature. If it weren't for some things that happened later that changed his attitude, Kyoraku Shunsui would have had a hard time becoming a talent.

It can be seen from the opposite perspective as bright as the moon.

I initially thought he had the same personality as Kyoraku Shunsui, but once you get to know him, you'll find that they are completely different people.

At most, they have some similarities in certain aspects.

Looking at the boy who had sat cross-legged again, Yamamoto's gaze was somewhat unfocused. Could he really lead the boy onto the right path now?

"Commander-in-Chief, what are you thinking about?"

Ru Yueming waved her hand in front of the old man, trying to summon his spirit back to his senses.

"Ahem, let me explain beforehand."

Yamamoto slapped away Ruyueming's hand, regained his usual dignified demeanor, and said seriously:

“The cultivation of Yuanliu is very arduous, and once you start, you are absolutely not allowed to quit halfway, even if you encounter a life-threatening situation.”

The boy sat upright opposite Yamamoto, gazing at the aged face, grinning, and replied without changing his expression:

"I can't ask for it."

"You can rest assured about this, boss..."

Upon hearing this, Yamamoto felt relieved and began to recount his mindset when he created Genryu, as well as Genryu's philosophy for standing in the Soul Society.

For him, skills are all external; only by mastering the philosophy can one become a truly strong person who can firmly maintain their own mindset.

He believed that if Asuka Mei could comprehend the truth behind this, she would surely gain enlightenment about herself, achieve a complete understanding of her own soul, and thus learn the true name of her Zanpakuto, successfully completing her Shikai...

"Yuanliu's philosophy has undergone several changes since its inception, from warfare to protection, experiencing many twists and turns..."

Three minutes later, Ru Yueming's upper and lower eyelids began to droop violently, and her head, which was held high, began to sway precariously.

Until a furious roar rang out.

"Bastard!"

Yamamoto was furious:

"The theory of Yuanliu that I have been talking about is the foundation of our school. How dare you sneak off to sleep here? It seems that if I don't teach you a lesson, you really won't know how to respect your teacher."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yamamoto took off his clothes.

Ru Yueming's eyes lit up immediately.

Good, that's how it should be.

Lectures and such are nothing compared to the exhilaration and comfort of playing against each other. Mental torture is far more unbearable than physical torture.

Soon, the two sides resumed their battle.

The clash of forces instantly made the already dilapidated dojo even more unsightly.

Yamamoto deliberately suppressed his power, hoping to teach Ruyue a great lesson without harming him, so that he would truly repent.

However, Yamamoto soon discovered a problem.

The more this kid gets beaten, the more excited and ferocious his expression becomes.

Does he have some kind of shady hobby?

Yamamoto began to doubt his own judgment.

In contrast, Ru Yueming grinned, his neat, silvery teeth clenched, his face fierce as he delivered a powerful punch.

Respect teachers?

Go against Tiangang!

Unfortunately, the gap between the two sides was too wide, so much so that even when Ru Yueming later pulled out his trump card, which was amplified by the Ghost Dao pattern, he was still beaten to the ground and had almost no power to fight back.

In fact, Yamamoto's offensive was so swift that he couldn't learn much from it at all.

The talent of [Heart of Gods] is based on the MAX of the current realm.

The gap between him and Yamamoto was so great that he couldn't grasp the intricacies of the moves at all, and could only understand a few superficial aspects.

More importantly, the Genryu style that Yamamoto had been studying for over a thousand years had long since returned to its original simplicity through his continuous refinement. What seemed like a simple punch or kick had become an instinct of his body.

Even without using any spiritual pressure, it can still unleash a terrifying force capable of destroying everything!

After the final Yuanliu·Fushou strike landed, Ruyueming once again transformed into a shooting star, shooting straight into the sky, violently piercing through the dojo ceiling, and crashing heavily into a certain barracks...

Chapter 80 A Backstab from the City of Moles

Ru Yueming slowly opened her eyes, glancing sideways at the white wall beside her and the familiar, elegant mural.

The faint fragrance mixed with the disinfectant created a rather complex odor.

With just one glance, he was able to determine where he was.

Comprehensive First Aid Center, Ward 2.

Although alarms were sounding throughout his body and waves of sharp pain were constantly ravaging his nerves, Ru Yueming did not pay too much attention to it.

Although Yamamoto was very angry, he still retained some rationality.

Even if it suffers a heavy blow, it will not cause too serious injury.

As Yueming stared at the ceiling, he pondered silently. The same punching posture, even the same force, resulted in different levels of damage.

The two are not even in the same league.

In the second battle, if Yamamoto hadn't held back and controlled his strength...

He had already exploded evenly, turning directly into a pool of viscous blood smeared on the dojo floor, ensuring that not even a tiny fragment the size of a little finger could be found.

Can't beat it, can't beat it.

Ru Yueming shook his head, temporarily abandoning the idea of ​​going against the heavens and rebelling against the Heavenly Gang.

He tried to move his injured body, first his left leg, then his right foot, then his middle leg, and then his right hand...

Wait, why is it being suppressed again?

Ru Yueming subconsciously recalled her encounter in the ward last time.

In an instant, cold sweat poured down my face.

He stiffly turned his head, and only after seeing the person by the bed clearly did he slowly breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it wasn't that big guy, Wo Ling Tiezhai.

"Long time no see, Kisaragi-san."

Her gentle smile seemed to heal all wounds. Unohana Retsu placed her hands on his right hand, stroking it with the gentlest touch.

Green echolight seeps into the skin, activating the spiritual energy hidden within the cells, stimulating the activity of spiritual pressure, and maximizing the self-healing power of the spirit.

"I never expected you to choose to join Yuanliu."

Retsu Unohana spoke softly, her dark eyes lowered as she observed the recovery of her injuries.

"And they even chose to take the initiative to learn from the chief commander."

"Someone like you..."

"Talented individuals?" Ru Yueming asked curiously.

Unohana Retsu's smile faltered slightly. After a brief pause, she continued:

"There are fewer and fewer children who are willing to die for their country."

Ru Yueming's face darkened.

What is this word?

He didn't want it to be like this; it was clearly Old Man Shan who went too far, almost crippling him with one punch.

If only that hot-tempered old man were as gentle as you, would I have suffered so much?

Of course, there are some things I only dare to think in my heart, and I absolutely cannot say them aloud.