In Soul Society, love and bond begin

At the same time, he winked at him.

Old man Yamamoto looked at him with a very heavy expression on his dead face, all wrinkled up.

The young Okiga Genshiro even turned his head slightly, covering half of his face, and couldn't bear to watch at all.

At this time, Fujimiya Makoto was standing in the center of the dilapidated dojo, with his head held high, a sword in his hand, and a pair of tabi that he had just won from Saito Fuumaobushi hanging under the scabbard.

It's only half an inch away and can be fed into my mouth.

I can't wait to watch it.

Do not!

Should we say that in the eyes of these three people, he was just preparing to "taste" it while no one was here?!

"Ah?"

"No, no!"

"It's not what you think!"

Fujimiya Makoto's whole body suddenly tensed up, his heart felt like it was filled with cold lead, and he immediately stretched out Erkang's hand.

It's over! Something's wrong!

But what was shocking was that Yamamoto just looked at it with a heavy expression.

When Fujimiya Makoto seemed to calm down, he said in the deep voice that was unique to middle-aged people:

"Have you got everything you need?"

"Let's go then."

Seeing the old man's calm expression, Fujimiya Makoto couldn't help but feel even more embarrassed.

However, for the sake of his own innocence, he still spoke up, and said with great determination: "Actually, I'm not the pervert you think I am!"

"This is all the Zanpakutō's fault!"

As he spoke, the girl's tabi tied to the scabbard fluttered in the wind like a bright and glorious flag.

As if agreeing with what he said.

Chojiro Suzuka covered his face completely.

Hopeless.

On the contrary, Yamamoto Shigekuni turned around nonchalantly and walked towards the back garden of the dojo.

As he walked, he taught in a low voice:

"Education without distinction is the purpose of Yuanzi Academy."

"As long as you don't do anything that disgraces your master, it doesn't matter if you are a pig, a dog, or a pervert who likes girls' tabi..."

"I will treat you all equally."

"Follow me."

Listening to the old man's open-minded and unrestrained words, Fujimiya Makoto couldn't help but feel moved deep in his heart.

After all, there are still people who recognize him!

If you think about it carefully, it is true!

Wasn't Kashiwamura also a disciple of old man Yamamoto?!

An old man who has held the title of the strongest for thousands of years, what has he not seen in his life?

What does this little thing of his count for? !

Although the old man's metaphor was a bit offensive, he decided to pretend he didn't hear this minor flaw for the time being.

"Yes!"

"Lord Genryusai!"

Fujimiya Makoto pursed his lips, tightened his expression, and quickly followed Yamamoto and the other two.

Chojiro Suzuki widened his eyes in surprise.

really!

As expected of Master Yuanliuzai!

However, when Fujimiya Makoto quickly squeezed in behind the three of them, the old man suddenly seemed to have discovered something, and cursed in a disgusted tone, waving his hand at him:

"go with!"

"I didn't ask you to follow so closely, there are people ahead!"

"Stay away from me."

Fujimiya Makoto: (ˉ???ˉ)?

Chapter 10 This is not the kind of teaching I want!

The group of four walked through the courtyard and came to an open space at the end of the entire Yuanzi Academy.

The surrounding environment is quiet and there are bamboo forests everywhere.

In the middle, there is a large deep pool surrounded by stones. Fish can be seen swimming in it, and ripples appear on the water surface.

The bamboo deer whip used to draw water hit the stone from time to time, making a crisp "dong dong" sound.

Fujimiya Makoto didn't know what he was following here for, and looked at Chojiro Suzuki in front of him with some confusion.

As if noticing his gaze, Quebu just shook her head at him, signaling him not to say anything more.

Until Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni stopped.

"This is it."

Upon hearing this, Quebu and Chongya stood on both sides.

Yamamoto and Fujimiya Makoto stood face to face.

With just one glance, the extremely intelligent old man saw through Fujimiya Makoto's doubts and said in a dull and calm voice:

"I've already promised you this."

"I will accept you as my disciple and teach you sincerely."

"In exchange for your loyalty to Yuanzijuku."

"If you want to regret it now, I can pretend it never happened."

Hearing this, Fujimiya Makoto's heart started beating violently.

There was a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

"No!"

"I'm very happy to do that."

"Please give me your guidance!"

How could anyone be so stupid as to regret such a good thing?

Since even Saito's immortal teaching can quickly make his "boxing skills" rise to the fifth level, how powerful would old man Yamamoto's personal guidance be?

He remembered that in the original novel, the old man on the mountain defeated the Fire-Fighting Prince, who had the strength of at least a captain (six to ten cars), with just his fists.

This old man is strong in all aspects!

And now is the peak stage of all Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's skills and strength.

"Ah."

The old man, who was already reaching climax, nodded slightly and glanced at Fujimiya Makoto's seemingly thin body.

Suddenly, a murderous intent so intense that it seemed to suffocate people burst out from his eyes.

At the same time, he reached out and grabbed Fujimiya Makoto's shoulder.

Almost instinctively, without any thought, Fujimiya Makoto subconsciously pulled out the sword in his hand and swung it towards Yamamoto's outstretched wrist.

"Ding!"

However, there were no surprises.

Yamamoto held the shallow sword firmly between his two fingers.

like a statue.

It was not until the tip of the knife was pinched by the other party that Fujimiya Makoto realized what he had just done, and his whole body tensed up.

"...Lord Genryusai?"

"really."

However, the old man on the mountain looked as if he was not surprised.

But the look he gave Fujimiya Makoto became more admiring.

"Sincerity."

"Like when you were training with Saito before, your ability to memorize all of her moves and techniques at a glance was all due to your natural talent."

"Right?"

Fujimiya Makoto finally reacted and nodded awkwardly:

"Yes."

"What an enviable talent." The old man nodded slightly, let go of his knife, rubbed his fingertips behind his back with some disgust, and looked serious.

"In that case, I know what I should teach you."

"Put the knife down first."

"Yes."

Fujimiya Makoto's mind became more and more focused.

"Do you know why in the training just now, the speed and strength used by Saito were almost the same as yours, and she even took the initiative to lower her strength to accommodate you, but you couldn't even touch her at the beginning?" Yamamoto took the handkerchief handed over by Suzube, wiped his hands slowly, and went straight to the point when he spoke.

"Because...the difference in experience and vision?" Fujimiya Makoto answered tentatively.

Teachers prefer students who can apply what they have learned to other situations.

"Part of the reason."

“But that’s not all.”

The old man handed the handkerchief back, pointed to his head, and said calmly: "The most important point is that Saito knows what he is doing."

"And you don't know that."

His eyes gradually became stern.

Even his voice became more solemn: "Cheng, you have an extremely amazing talent for learning. All the difficult techniques of white fighting and slashing are invisible to you."

"But in contrast, your combat awareness is as confused and fragile as that of a baby."

"You give everything you have in battle to your body."

"Just like just now."

"The moment I felt the urge to kill, your body swung the knife at me first. Even though your mind knew I wouldn't kill you, you couldn't restrain yourself."

"For ordinary people, this strong instinct is a talent given by God."

"But for you, it was too intense."

For a moment, Fujimiya Makoto's expression became serious and solemn, and he took every word of the old man in front of him to heart.

It should be said that he is indeed worthy of being the person standing at the top of Soul Society.

After just one or two battles and a small test, he was able to grasp the fragile foundation hidden beneath Fujimiya Makoto's seemingly strong strength.

If Old Man Shan hadn't pointed it out at this time, how long would it take Fujimiya Makoto to realize this on his own?

he does not know.