Death: Captain Millennium

Early in the morning, Lin Yu took the shallow knife given to him by Bayunzhai and went to Captain Yamamoto's residence.

"Training will begin today. I'm really looking forward to it. I wonder how the captain will teach me."

"You're here quite early. Bayunzhai should have explained the definition of Zhanquan Zougui to you last night. Let's start learning the Zhanjutsu today."

"Lin Yu, what do you think the art of beheading is?" Captain Yamamoto looked at him meaningfully.

"I think the art of slashing is a technique, like a move or a slashing routine?"

"Hmph! Naive little brat! The art of slashing doesn't require any fancy tricks. The so-called art of slashing simply means you hit what you're supposed to hit, nothing more. A trick will only slow down your slashing speed, what an inconvenience that is."

"Ah! I thought beheading techniques were just routines!"

"Let's start from now on, with the most basic practice: swinging the knife! Watch my moves carefully."

The captain looked ahead and suddenly drew out his Zanpakuto. Lin Yu only saw a flash of knife light, and before he could react, the knife cut him.

"No way, am I too stupid that the captain is going to kill me?" Lin Yu closed his eyes instinctively.

"Ah, why doesn't it hurt? I must have sent it. I don't even feel any pain."

"Open your eyes, kid!" The next moment, the captain's furious roar reached Lin Yu's ears!

Lin Yu shuddered instantly, and after opening his eyes, he found that he was fine. Looking at the Zanpakutō pressed tightly against his body, the blow was truly terrifying. He had no idea how to react. The blade was pressed against his body but didn't penetrate him. What kind of control and speed did it take?

"Are you an idiot?" The captain's face turned red.

"Oh no! The captain is angry."

Lin Yu panicked: "Captain, listen to my explanation. I thought you were going to kill me, and I was ready to die a heroic death. I closed my eyes to accept it all calmly."

Looking at Lin Yu's frivolous expression, the captain was stunned for a moment.

"Kid, I have to say, you're really thick-skinned. I wonder if my knife can cut it open."

"No, Captain, I can't take your blow."

"Okay, did you figure out anything from that knife just now?" The captain looked at Lin Yu seriously after putting away the knife.

"I saw from the captain's strike that you have absolute control over speed and strength."

You have to be serious when you need to be serious. Lin Yu bluntly expressed his understanding of this knife.

"Indeed, although you're a bit of a scoundrel, you're quite clever. Slashing requires controlling the speed and force of your sword. Only by perfectly combining speed and force can you achieve the strongest possible slashing effect. Now, try swinging your sword like I did just now."

Lin Yu took a deep breath, then drew his sword and tried his best to imitate the captain's movements.

However, his movements seemed stiff and unnatural, and his blade could not hit the target with the same precision as the captain's.

"The speed is too slow and the strength is insufficient. Try again!" said the captain sternly.

Lin Yu tried again, but the results were not much better.

"Concentrate and feel the weight and balance point of the blade. Let the knife become a part of your body and swing it as you please." The captain stepped forward and personally adjusted Lin Yu's posture.

Today's goal: Swing the knife a thousand times using this motion.

"No, Captain! It will be exhausting." Lin Yu said with a sad face.

"Shut up!"

"Begin. Count your own moves. For every swing you miss, you'll have to run ten laps around the First Division area. If you can't do that, I'll personally teach you a lesson."

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As he swung his sword more and more, Lin Yu gradually entered a state of ecstasy, like the martial arts masters in novels who become obsessed while practicing. However, the difference was that Lin Yu was not obsessed, but immersed in a wonderful world. This world was just him and the sword in his hand. Each blow carried a sharp aura that made people dare not look directly at it.

At this moment, Lin Yu had completely forgotten everything around him. The only thing left in his mind was the knife and the movement of swinging it. Every time he swung the knife, he felt a strange connection between his body and the knife, a connection that filled him with immense excitement. He knew this was the feeling the captain had asked him to find, the feeling of being able to unleash his full strength.

Unconsciously, Lin Yu had already swung more than a hundred swords, each one faster, more brutal, and more powerful than the previous one. His body was also drenched in sweat, but he was unaware of it, still immersed in that wonderful feeling.

"Whoosh!" Finally, when Lin Yu swung his knife again, he suddenly felt as if he had touched something. It was an indescribable feeling, like a layer of gauze that could be pierced with a slight poke. But when he tried to feel it carefully, he found that the gauze had disappeared without a trace, as if it was just an illusion.

"What is this?" Lin Yu was puzzled. He didn't know what he had just touched, nor did he know how to feel it again. However, he was not discouraged, because he knew that this was an important breakthrough point in his beheading technique. As long as he could seize this opportunity, he would be able to greatly improve his beheading technique.

So, Lin Yu continued to swing the knife in his hand, trying to find the wonderful feeling just now. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not find that feeling again. He couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. Could it really be just an illusion?

At this moment, Lin Yu suddenly thought of something. When he read novels before, there was always this kind of plot: whether it was practicing with a sword or a knife, to become a true master, one must achieve the unity of man (sword) and knife. In other words, one must make the sword become a part of one's body, as flexible and free as one's arm.

Thinking of this, Lin Yu's mind suddenly became clear. He realized that the strange feeling he had just had wasn't an illusion, but rather that he had accidentally touched upon the realm of unity between man and sword during his practice. Although it was only a moment, it was enough to let him know that he was not far from this realm.

While Lin Yu was thinking, Captain Yamamoto opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

"This kid not only has an incredibly high spiritual pressure, but he's also a genius in the art of slashing. He's grasped the true meaning of slashing so quickly. Bayunsai has truly found an incredible treasure."

After this wonderful feeling came to an end, Lin Yu felt like he had been beaten up, his whole body aching and weak. He involuntarily stopped swinging the knife and slumped to the ground.

"Hmm? He stopped. It's probably because his physical strength is too low. It seems that while he is practicing the slashing technique, we need to strengthen this brat's physique as well."

Captain Yamamoto suddenly thought of something.

"Kid, you haven't swung your sword 1000 times yet. I told you to run ten laps around the First Division for every swing you make. Now, immediately, run!"

Immediately afterwards, a strange scene appeared outside the First Team.

Amidst the puzzled expressions of the Shinigami, there was an unknown young Shinigami carrying a Zanpakutō, running madly around the First Squadron like a headless fly, muttering to himself, "How scary! How scary!" And behind him was Captain Yamamoto with a gloomy face, holding his Zanpakutō and chasing them relentlessly.