"Bang!"
The male Shinigami fell to the ground, stunned.
Nanaya stretched and happily stepped over him, then walked into the changing room.
"You still need to change your clothes."
Casual clothes might be okay, but they stand out too much in the Seireitei. Any smart Shinigami would quickly figure out who you really are.
Soon, Nanaya changed his clothes and walked out.
He ran into Kashimura Sajin lying on a stretcher.
Looking at the boy dressed in the Fourth Division uniform, holding a Soul-Slaying Sword, and smiling slightly, Kashimura Sajin's eyes almost popped out.
It had only been a little over half an hour, so of course, he still remembered Nanaya's face clearly.
This guy actually sneaked into the Shinigami team.
Worried about how dangerous Nanaya was, Kashimura Sajin's eyelids twitched. He struggled to sit up on the stretcher and pointed at Nanaya, trying to say something:
"EB, ĐB, ĐB..."
He repeated the same sounds but couldn't form a full sentence.
Kashimura Sajin was furious. He knew that the traveler must have used some strange power on him.
Nanaya's mouth curved into a small smile, and his eyes glowed red. He said to the Fourth Division Shinigami around him:
"Everyone, maybe because of his injury, Captain Kashimura's mood is unstable. For safety, let's help him calm down first."
The nearby Shinigami saw Nanaya's glowing eyes and felt confused but nodded:
"You're right. Shinigami from other divisions often come here with medical problems."
"Go get a tranquilizer."
"First, tie up Captain Kashimura's hands and feet so he can't grab his sword and hurt anyone."
With his hands and feet tied and given a sedative injection, Kashimura Sajin nearly felt like vomiting blood.
He glared furiously at Nanaya but couldn't fight the sedative. His eyes closed, and he fell asleep.
Nanaya looked away, stretched, put his hands in his pockets, and lazily walked around the Fourth Division building.
The infirmary, the hospital rooms, the dormitories...
Whenever he passed a place where no one was around, Nanaya would reach out and swallow the walls and floor tiles without hesitation.
After about half an hour, he felt warm all over.
It was like his body had been filled with spiritual power, and he felt as comfortable as if he were soaking in a hot spring.
Especially his eyes—most of the spiritual power had been absorbed there, making him feel very comfortable. Even his vision improved.
"That's right. Why fight now? I'll just wait until Kurosaki Ichigo comes here!"
Nanaya continued walking happily.
As he passed a courtyard, he was about to reach out again when he suddenly heard the sound of wind behind a wall.
Curious, Nanaya climbed over the wall to see.
In the courtyard, a gentle woman with black hair, dressed in white clothes that looked like pajamas, was swinging a wooden sword.
It was obviously made of wood, but it looked like a real steel blade.
Each swing was sharp and precise.
The wind howled with every strike.
No one doubted that the wooden sword the black-haired woman held could cut through steel.
"This woman is... Unohana Retsu!?"
Qiye recognized the woman swinging the sword and swallowed hard.
Unlike most Shinigami in Seireitei, he knew who Unohana Retsu really was.
She was known as one of the greatest fighters in Soul Society's history. She claimed to have mastered all sword styles and schools in the world and called herself "Yachiryu."
Later, she became a captain in the Seireitei.
Under her gentle and calm appearance, Unohana Retsu hid a fearsome power. She was so strong that she could even fight against Yamamoto.
All these thoughts flashed through Qiye's mind.
He immediately wanted to leave.
After all, he didn't want to offend such a powerful woman.
But just as he was about to go, he couldn't help but watch her swordsmanship closely.
The four main skills of a Shinigami are slashing, fist fighting, movement (walking), and spirit techniques (ghost). He had already mastered walking and ghost, but slashing—the sword skill—was still not clear to him.
The sword moves Unohana Retsu was showing were swordsmanship.
"I'll watch for two more minutes, then I'll leave after seeing this swordsmanship..."
Finding an excuse for himself, Nanaya leaned on the wall and used his Mangekyō Sharingan to carefully copy Unohana's sword moves.
Ten minutes later,
After finishing a sword move, Unohana wiped sweat from her forehead with a towel, then smiled and looked toward the wall:
"Mr. Lihuo, have you seen enough?"
Her voice was gentle and calming.
Nanaya blinked and felt that Unohana Retsu at this moment seemed very trustworthy.
So he relaxed against the wall, waved his hand, and said, "Big sister, can you show me a few more sword techniques?"
There are countless sword styles in the Shinigami world.
Since Unohana Retsu claimed to know them all, this was a rare chance to learn more.
Unohana was a little surprised.
She thought Nanaya was just watching her, but didn't expect he was interested in her sword training.
After thinking it over, she didn't refuse. She picked up her wooden sword and began showing a very deadly sword style again.
So there Unohana Retsu was, dressed in white, practicing swordsmanship, while Nanaya lay against the wall watching.
There was a strange feeling of warmth.
After another demonstration, Unohana raised her head and smiled:
"So, how is it? How much have you learned?"
Qiye thought for a moment and said, "I have learned almost everything. Can you show me a few more? My basics in kendo are still weak."
"Almost learned everything!?" Unohana frowned, her eyes showing a warning, but her voice remained gentle:
"Kendo is sacred. It can't be taken lightly. I won't lie!"
Even though she spoke softly, her words gave off a dangerous feeling.
Qiye's eyelids twitched. He wanted to leave again but didn't want to give up watching the sword moves he'd just seen.
"Well, I have my Hollow powers anyway," he told himself.
Then, Qiye jumped into the courtyard and grabbed a wooden sword.
Unohana hesitated but didn't stop him.
Qiye took the sword and started practicing the kendo moves Unohana had shown earlier.
Unohana's beautiful eyes grew wide as she stared at his swordsmanship, amazed:
"He has learned everything..."
The way he swung the sword, the spiritual energy in it, even the sharp feeling of the blade—
It was exactly like hers.
This time, Unohana gave up the idea of stopping him. She took a deep breath and waved her wooden sword again to show a new sword style:
"Look, this is a sword style from four hundred years ago. It was created by a strong man from Rukongai. He once wounded me with this technique..."
Hearing her words, Nanaya's expression grew serious.
This sword style was incredibly difficult. The wooden sword moved so fast it left afterimages—something only the Mangekyō Sharingan could see clearly.
A few hours later,
Kotetsu Isane rushed into the courtyard, shouting: "Captain! Ryūho has come to our squad, and he has swallowed many walls. Captain Kashiwamura..."
She stopped suddenly.
She stared in shock at the scene before her.
Her kind, beautiful, and gentle captain was smiling while holding a handkerchief, wiping sweat off Ryūho sitting next to the table.
She even asked softly, "If you're tired, do you want to rest for a bit?"
Qiye smiled and shook his head.
"How could I be tired? With Captain Unohana Retsu here, I can keep practicing for days without getting tired."
Unohana nodded gently and said, "Even so, let's rest for a moment. You don't want to miss any important kendo details."
Kotetsu Isane's eyes went blank. She pinched her cheek hard with her right hand.
"Is this real...?"
After making sure she wasn't dreaming, Kotetsu opened her mouth to say something.
But Unohana stopped her with a look.
Unohana said softly, "Yongyin, this is my guest, not some wandering troublemaker. Don't say nonsense."
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