Bleach: Stir Up the Situation

As night fell, Hitsugaya soaked in the hot springs. At this moment, it seemed that the fatigue of the day was healed.

After these two days of self-cultivation, he had made slight progress from being in a panic when he first faced Sadatari and Ishida to now being able to deal with the two of them just by relying on Shikai.

The most important thing is that compared to the past when he only relied on Hyōrinmaru's most basic abilities to fight, he is now slowly finding some improvements in skills. He has already figured out the so-called ability to defeat ten with one force.

Hitsugaya's heart gradually returned to calm, although the progress was not very fast, although he knew that even in the end, he would not be able to usher in a transformation like a rebirth.

But as long as he can become stronger, even just a little bit, he may create different results in future wars. At least, the possibility of him becoming a breakthrough point for the enemy will be much less.

Some people usher in peace on this night, while some people go on the road to appointments on this night.

In a secluded forest outside Seireitei, Hongjiang came here at the agreed time. Tonight, the moon was dim and the stars were sparse, and he could only vaguely see the back of the person opposite him.

"Sister Hua, what's the matter with calling me here?"

Before he finished speaking, a cold light suddenly appeared. Against the light of the sword, Uzhihua's eyes no longer had the gentleness of the past, but only endless tenderness.

Seeing the other party's appearance, Hong Jiang seemed to understand the other party's purpose of calling him to this secluded place late at night, but he didn't know to what extent the other party would go.

He dodged to avoid Unohana's knife. While holding the handle of the knife at his waist with his right hand, his spiritual pressure quickly condensed in his left hand. He raised his fingers to form a sword, and strands of electric light twined around his fingers.

"Only compared to the way of the sword."

Although it was Maozhihua's voice, it was much colder than usual, and there was a sense of arrogance that could not be refuted.

Hong Jiang retracted his sword and said, "I understand."

But at this opportunity to talk about the rules, the opponent didn't seem to have any intention of stopping. He held the knife in both hands and raised it above his head, and struck with the sword with lightning speed.

Hongjiang blocked it with his horizontal sword, but who knew that although this sword seemed to be coming with ferocious force, it was actually all empty force.

The moment the blade touched, Uozhihua let go of his left hand, turned his right hand over to hold the long knife, took a step forward and followed Hong Jiang's strength to lift the blade, then crossed the blade and wiped it towards Hong Jiang's neck.

Hong Jiang didn't seem to be in a hurry, he just took out the dagger from its sheath with his left hand and stabbed his opponent's wrist directly.

When Mao Zhihua saw this, she sheathed her sword to dodge, and the tip of her sword happened to be on top of Hong Jiang's slashed sword. The collision of the swords sparked a spark. It can be seen that although the two of them made the move in a hurry, their strength was not small. .

Just now, it was all Mao Zhihua who was attacking, but now Hongjiang is somewhat unyielding. Seeing the opponent withdrawing his knife, the broken knife in his left hand also turned into a thorn, directly forcing the opponent's chest.

Uzhihua's free left hand immediately reached out, seemingly trying to grab Hongjiang's left wrist.

But how could Mao Zhihua use common sense to speculate tonight? Hongjiang didn't dare to advance when the other party reached for his left hand. The broken knife in his left hand turned around and faced the left hand he grabbed.

Sure enough, with the crisp sound of the ping, Mao Zhihua's left hand hidden under his sleeve leaked out, holding a snow-white dagger in his hand. If Hongjiang hadn't been careful just now, then the one who had been pierced through the wrist was He did.

After the blow ended, the two of them pushed back in tacit agreement and distanced themselves again.

"Sister Hua, don't you just want to see if my swordsmanship has improved tonight?"

Uzhihua slowly put the long sword back into its sheath, and smiled softly, but it made people feel gloomy, "You are very smart, but also a little too smart, Hongjiang."

Then he asked in a cold voice: "When did you know my identity?"

"When you taught me kendo when I was a child, although you didn't identify yourself, there were only two female captains in the Seireitei at that time. Captain Hikifune... doesn't look like that, so I think it's just you." Hongjiang seemed relaxed: "The person who can make Old Man Shan entrust him to teach me swordsmanship is not necessarily better than him in this aspect, but at least he will be recognized by him. There are not many such people, and it can even be said that only

one. "

"Intuition and guessing?" Maozhihua said: "This trait is not like me or him, but it is also close to me and him."

"No one is ever a replica of the same person, is there?"

"But you let me see traces of the past, a past that I can't bear to look back on. So, you have to prove to me whether that past is destined to fail!"

After finishing speaking, Unohana bowed quickly and held the handle of the sword with her right hand. That was Iai's stance!

Without thinking, Hong Jiang threw the long knife in his hand hard, like a spear, and rushed straight to the opponent's door with a harsh sound of breaking through the air.

This move was even somewhat beyond what Unohana had expected. She quickly turned her head to the side, and she could even feel the coldness of the blade on her skin, but fortunately she narrowly avoided the blow.

It's just that her Iai posture was completely destroyed by Hongjiang, and the other party obviously wouldn't give her a chance to regain her strength!

Sure enough, the next moment Hong Jiang rushed forward with a single stride. The dagger in his hand was completely regarded as a dagger by him, either stabbing or prodding her. For a moment, she could only retreat.

But such a suppressed situation Uozuka would not let it last for long. She turned around quickly during a dodge, her black hair spread out like a dazzle, and several steel needles flew out of her hair. , although it was not very powerful, it also caused Hong Jiang's offensive to stall.

And she turned directly in a circle with the power of rotation, and the long sword in Nakazato was unsheathed again. Although it was not Iai's posture, the power of this sword style was far stronger than that of ordinary Iai!

Even if this sword was not blessed with spiritual power, it was so powerful that Hong Jiang felt that he would be cut off with one strike if he did not free the armored ghost.

Fortunately, when Uozhihua turned around, he had a premonition. When the opponent took out the knife, he also jumped high, just in time to avoid this lightning-like knife.

Over Unohana's head, Hongjiang rolled again as if opening his eyes from behind to avoid the opponent's attack, and then made a deflection to retrieve the Moon Scythe Reikiri. Unohana raised his Zanpakutō in both hands and struck him again. A do-over.

Hongjiang's toes collapsed and he stabbed straight into the ground. As soon as he picked up, he picked up a big stone towards the Maozhihua.

Mao Zhihua slashed at the stone, and the huge stone was split into two by her like tofu. But at this time, Hongjiang also stepped forward and slapped the broken half of the stone with his palm. It is said that half a stone slab as tall as a man was smashed into powder and swallowed up the two of them.

Although Hong Jiang suddenly lost sight of him, Maozhihua still stabbed Hong Jiang at the exact position very quickly, but unfortunately Hong Jiang lowered his head and dodged it.

Immediately afterwards, Hongjiang directly restrained his own spiritual pressure, jumped and rolled to get behind the opponent, and the Moon Scythe Reikiri was thrown by him again.

The sound of the blade tearing the air allowed Unohana to quickly confirm Hongjiang's position. She turned sideways to avoid Hongjiang's stab. She could faintly see the shadow of the blade passing through the smoke, and knew that the opponent had used the same trick as before. .

Then she turned around and slashed with a knife, but Hong Jiang, who also stood up, sidestepped and dodged, but when she was about to slash with the knife again, biting coldness passed through her hair and stuck directly to the back of her neck.

"The winner has been decided, Sister Hua." Hong Jiang directly declared the outcome of this duel.

Uzhihua did not refute, because as long as the other party only needs a tap, her head will be in a different place. Yes, she lost.

"I should have said that this time we will only compete in kendo."

The knife pressed against the back of her neck was a Tsukama Reikiri, but Unohana was very sure that the knife had just been thrown out by Hongjiang. It would be impossible to return it to the opponent from behind without resorting to ghost methods or other means. of.

"I didn't commit a foul." Hong Jiang said, raising his sleeves. Although it was not obvious, you could still see that the smooth edges of his sleeves were now tattered.

Uzhihua moved her gaze to Hongjiang's knife handle, saw a thin white thread tied to it, and understood everything in an instant.

She took off her sleeve and connected it to the Tsukisama Reikiri. Because of the smoke and dust, she didn't notice that there was something attached to the Tsukisama Reikiri that flew out.

.

So, what was just a feint to confuse me, was it also a real killing move?

Moreover, he has been planning such a killing move since he smashed the rocks and even flew them away. It is really creepy.

"I lost……"

It's really ugly swordsmanship, it can even be said to be despicable, but it's effective enough and... interesting enough.

Uzhihua suddenly laughed. The smile was no longer cold, but it also didn't make people feel warm, but a kind of self-satisfaction.

She recalled the first time she saw Hong Jiang, a child who would cry and say that he couldn't survive every time he was stabbed, but would continue to pick up the knife, knowing whether he was forced or whether it would be slashed at her.

Uzhihua doesn't like the child that the captain gave to her. She can see that no matter how talented the child is, this child is naturally resistant to fighting. If he can enjoy fighting more, he will definitely be her best child. Proud disciple.

But even so, he has become her most proud disciple, and can also be said to be her work. He is the kind of despicable person who uses all possible means in battle. He can master the swordsmanship of Iai, Yiji Zhan, Yinliu and other schools. She is extremely comprehensive and has an unbridled imagination in battle that she does not possess.

This child she didn't like at first sight became the inheritance of everything she had, an extension of what she insisted on, and an existence that passed through her hands but was better than her.

Uzhihua likes to watch him fight, even if Hongjiang doesn't enjoy it herself, but she likes to see the fancy but practical skills, the way he sets traps and waits for people to fall into them. It's more like hunting than fighting. process.

Maybe, that's Hiroji Diezuka's definition of battle. The process may be important, but the most important thing is the final gain.

She especially likes to watch the duel between him and Zaraki. One is an experienced hunter, and the other is an instinctive beast. They have completely different styles, but they are destined opponents. Behind the collision of swords are two strong men. The confrontation of ideas both intoxicated her and worried her, worrying that one side would really be named the loser.

My sword edge has turned you into my most proud work, but it has never been able to turn you into the person I am most proud of. I am afraid that the commander-in-chief who handed you over to me in the first place will not allow this little kid like me. Just a little selfish.

Hongjiang, you are a hunter, but you have never been able to become a warrior who pursues challenges wholeheartedly. You are so realistic. Fighting is just a process of getting prey, not a fun thing that puts life and death aside. You are really not a romantic guy at all.

I no longer want to see a duel between you and that person. It should be said to be a real duel, because the absence of any one person is like the sun and moon suddenly disappearing, and a lot of scenery is destined to be missing.

I give up on you, Hong Jiang, what you yearn for is not the sword, it has never been the sword, but I really want to see what it will be like if you wave the sword in your hand wholeheartedly.

However, if this is really the case, I will never give up on you. It is not about rules or traditions, but in the world of swords, if you are missing, it is destined to be incomplete.

I am completely certain that through my hands, even I will walk into the cage you have set. What an enviable talent, even just a small part in it is enough to overturn my whole world.

But thank you also for letting me know that my past may not have been a recipe for failure, I was just not good enough.

"It's really fun to play against you, Hong Jiang."

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