Bleach: Studying medicine cannot save Soul Society

Draw the sword...

Senju Makoto's action of drawing the sword was not fast. It was not the posture of drawing the sword and slashing at all. Instead, the whole process was so slow that bystanders could clearly see every detail.

Holding the scabbard with one hand and the handle with the other, he slowly pulled out the blade with a seemingly ordinary movement!

However, looking at this scene in Mantis Daxu's eyes, it seemed as if some kind of blood-red liquid was spewing out from the scabbard crazily as the blade left its sheath.

That... seemed so illusory, so illusory that in the blink of an eye, Mantis Daxu seemed to still have the ordinary drawn sword in front of him...

It seemed real, so real that Mantis Daxu could vaguely smell a sense of despair...

Mantis Daxu's eyes widened, and his four sharp forelimbs seemed to be trembling and trembling as he murmured. "What? This feeling of despair?!"

And the next moment, Mantis Daxu saw that the eyes of Qianju Cheng in front of him changed...

The eyes that seemed calm and playful at first completely turned into a feeling of deathly silence, like a sea of ​​blood without any ripples!

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At the same time, in the Maozhihua courtyard of the Fourth Division of Jinglingting.

"Swish swish swish~"

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The corner of Uozhihualie's mouth curved slightly, and he pressed his chest inadvertently with one hand, recalling scenes of bloody but also pleasant scenes in his mind.

"Cheng, you always say that your swordsmanship is average. Even the swordsmanship taught by Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy is not as good as that of your peers, but the instinct you hide is extremely terrifying..."

Rationality was not completely lost, but the moment Senju Makoto drew his sword, he inexplicably felt no need to think...

"Are you kidding?! Fighting in the face of despair, this is the true meaning of fighting!"

It's obviously just a matter of instinct, so why bother thinking about it?

Just like, no human being has ever deliberately thought about whether the next breath of the body is necessary and reasonable!

But at this moment, Mantis Daxu, who was standing in front of Qianju Cheng, seemed to feel a certain kind of bloody despair that was almost completely surrounding him, entangling him and dragging him to hell.

Therefore, within the Fourth Division, not only did Senju Makoto take regular sick leave almost every month, Unohana Retsu lived in seclusion and rarely paid attention to the team affairs of the Fourth Division, but he also spent almost half of the month bleeding.

s reason.

Finally, it was as if some invisible pressure had broken through the critical point of Mantis Daxu's will. With his eyes blood red, Mantis Daxu did not turn around and run away, but instead roared hysterically and rushed towards Qianju Cheng.

Those four sharp forelimbs erupted with some kind of bright light under the huge amount of spiritual pressure, and crashed towards Senju Cheng from different angles with an aura that ripped everything apart.

Having said this, Retsu Unohana paused while stroking his Zanpakutō, and said with a bit more expectation in his tone.

However, as time went by, Unohana Retsu gradually became obsessed with the constant fighting with Senju Makoto.

Over fifty years...

The Mantis Daxu was laughing wildly in despair, and the spiritual pressure it erupted faintly increased again, almost reaching the critical point of touching the higher-level Vastod-level Daxu.

Maozhihualie then raised his eyes to look at "Forest and Shushu", revealing a bit of sigh and reminiscence...

However, after Senju Cheng fought to a certain extent and lost most of his rationality, his body controlled by instinct injured Unohana Retsu again and again.

Hueco Mundo.

Perhaps Unohana Retsu had the idea of ​​​​teaching Senju Makoto Kendo at the beginning, and in front of the person he cherished the most, Unohana Retsu was gradually unable to restrain a certain instinct.

"Maybe Cheng doesn't even realize it himself? His body may have become accustomed to this interval of releasing instincts. If he draws the sword at this time..."

"When will you be able to fully reveal your instinct and fight the teacher mercilessly? That will be the highest pleasure that is unimaginable, right?!"

"In the fight after fight, although you have not fully mastered the swordsmanship skills, your most important instinct has completely learned how to carry out a perfect fight with maximum efficiency!"

Those gentle movements seemed to be wiping the skin of a loved one, until the entire Zanpakutō blade was free of dust, and Unohana Retsu sheathed the Zanpakutō again.

Reason for holding a knife?

What is the purpose of holding a knife?

Naturally, it is to kill the thing in front of you and enjoy the killing!

And as the number of fights continued to increase, Unohana Retsu could feel more and more clearly that Senju Makoto's instincts became more and more terrifying, and finally it was almost to the point where he and Unohana Retsu, who had not released the Zanpakutō, were truly evenly matched.

"Really, I didn't realize this at first. I thought you were a god of death who purely loved the path of return and medical skills. It's obvious that you are the most terrifying beast in the Jingling Court..."

As Senju Makoto subconsciously chose to draw his sword under some impulse, his whole person seemed to have entered a state of excitement, bloodthirsty and unusual calm.

The chest was penetrated again and again, and the warm liquid spurted out, always covering the entire chest!

If Senju Makoto wasn't in that state of irrational instinct, Unohana Retsu couldn't help but wonder if Senju Makoto was deliberately aiming at the same position every time.

"After all, it's almost the time that Cheng used to fight every month."

Uzuki Hana Lie was sitting in the living room, facing the "Forest and Zizhu", his eyes were slightly lowered, and he slowly took out his Zanpakutou in his hand and wiped it carefully...

While Senju Makoto maintains his sanity, Senju Makoto is undoubtedly at an absolute disadvantage...

"What have you been putting up with? Are you unwilling to really hurt the teacher? But it's obvious that your instinct has already inadvertently stabbed the teacher countless times..."

Under the dark night, the four giant sickle-shaped sharp forelimbs were almost comparable to four streams of light, instantly engulfing Qian Shucheng, and set off four terrifying waves of air to vent in all directions...

"boom!!!"

At the same time, the sea of ​​sand in four different directions behind Senju Makoto was split into four giant ravines, and huge amounts of white sand rose into the sky like countercurrent waterfalls.

And among the countless sky-high sands, the movements between Mantis Daxu and Qianju Cheng seemed to be completely frozen...

The next moment, when the huge amount of white sand that surged against the sky reached its highest point and fell again like a torrential rain, the four sharp forelimbs of Mantis Daxu slowly slipped from their roots and fell onto the desert.