Bleach: Studying medicine cannot save Soul Society

Killing intent!

An almost substantive and pure killing intent, a killing intent that was so pure that it was just for the sake of killing, rushed straight into Senju Cheng's heart, causing Senju Cheng's consciousness to almost fall into a blank for an instant, and then... it was as if someone was...

As if this instinct was awakened by stimulation, bloodshot eyes began to appear around Senju Cheng's eyes.

But in just a moment, that instinct was forcibly suppressed by Senju Makoto, and he spoke with a panicked tone.

"Old...teacher, what's wrong with you?"

Being interrupted by Senju Makoto, Unohana Retsu, who had a stress reaction, also came back to his senses. His expression that was close to collapse quickly recovered, and the blood-colored spiritual pressure that diffused out also dissipated directly, as if

Everything just happened was just an illusion.

"Yeah, yeah, Cheng, I'm sorry, I remembered some not-so-pleasant past events."

"call……"

Senju Makoto breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "Teacher, you scared me to death. I just had the illusion that you chopped me down for a moment."

"It's not entirely an illusion..."

Unohana Retsu said with a smile, which made Senju Makoto's heart tighten.

"Cheng, how could you think of fighting with me? To stimulate the teacher in this way is really beyond the teacher's expectation."

"Because..."

Senju Makoto scratched his head, looking like a sunny boy, and said at a loss.

"This is the most offensive thing I can think of to say to a teacher. Drawing a sword against the teacher I admire most will probably disappoint the teacher who has been so kind to me, and will cause severe emotional fluctuations, right?"

"I see……"

Uozhihua Lie raised his hand and touched Senju Cheng's head, and said softly.

"Cheng, don't worry, the teacher believes that you will become the best disciple, so even if you offend the teacher occasionally, the teacher will not blame you."

Risk...offense?

Teacher, do you understand me the same way?

Senju Makoto quickly lowered his head. Although he understood that Unohana Retsu was probably referring to fighting, Senju Makoto felt that if this topic continued like this, something was not right about the style of painting, and he was afraid that he would become a person despised by thousands of people.

He deceived his master and turned against his disciples.

Unohana Retsu continued to rub Senju Makoto's hair gently, then turned around and turned his back to Senju Makoto again.

Upon seeing this, Senju Makoto relaxed, but his eyes couldn't help but fall on the seemingly defenseless back of Teacher Uozuka in front of him. He could even clearly see the delicate snow-white hair on Teacher Uozuka's neck.

skin.

One strike of the knife will probably spurt out blood for a long time, right?

Immediately, Senju Makoto pushed up his glasses and couldn't help but lick his lips, recalling the feeling of walking back and forth on the edge of life and death just now.

'Just now...that moment was really exciting...'

'If I had hesitated for a moment longer without reminding Teacher Uozhihua, I'm afraid Teacher Uozhihua would actually instinctively take action against me...'

Although he was in the spiritual space, Senju Cheng was tortured and killed countless times by all kinds of people, and he was playing Thomas Spin on the edge of life and death crazily.

But in reality, this feeling is undoubtedly much stronger than in the mental space. It is so strong that Senju Makoto can hardly restrain his body's instinctive impulse.

Thinking of this, Senju Cheng couldn't help but his heart beat a little faster, and his whole body reacted in some way.

Hard!

Hard!!

The palm holding the Zanpakutō is hard!!!

'No...that's not right!'

The next moment, Senju Makoto's eyes narrowed, and he instantly realized that something was not quite right about his state, and his desire for fighting seemed to have increased a lot.

Are you affected by the murderous intention that Teacher Unohana just broke out?

Or have some instincts been formed unknowingly during the long-term swastika trial with Senluo Wanxiang?

Thinking of this, Senju Makoto took a deep breath and tried to put his fingers into the viscous liquid in the bottle that had returned to white.

A little bit of red...it completely dispersed in the bottle almost in the blink of an eye, as if the bottle contained the most viscous plasma.

'Sure enough, something is not right, my mental state...'

Senju Makoto quickly stretched out his fingers, then capped the bottle again, with a trace of thought in his eyes.

Could it be that Teacher Uozhihua drugged me?

This time, Teacher Uzhihua brought me out not to investigate the missing soul at all, but to carry out some kind of workplace bullying on me?

However, almost as soon as he thought about it, Senju Makoto denied this outrageous speculation and put the focus of suspicion again on the Zanpakutō Senra Wanxiang.

At this moment, Senju Cheng couldn't help but doubt the purpose of Senluo Wanxiang's continuous fight with him every night.

The prototype of the Zanpakutō is born with the formation of the soul. The subsequent will, emotion, and thinking of the soul will have various effects on the final formation and power of the Zanpakutō...

So why does Senluo Wanxiang mention "wrong interpretation of swastika" and "real power"?

Senju Makoto narrowed his eyes, recalling all the details of the communication and battle with Senluo Wanxiang in the spiritual space last night, combined with the information revealed by Unohana Retsu, and thought about it carefully.

'The Zanpakutō has its own unique thoughts and emotions, just like the Zanpakutō Zangetsu in the hands of Ichigo Kurosaki in the future. He resists in his heart to teach Ichigo Kurosaki the 'Final Getsuga Tenshō', because that is not the same as the Zanpakutō Zangetsu.

Zangetsu's own desire to protect Kurosaki Ichigo conflicts.'

'That is to say, there must be something wrong with me now, so Senluo Wanxiang believes that the 'Swastika' I formed in this state will be wrong, and thus has a refusal mentality...'

'So... what is the real power? The theory of Senluo Wanxiang mentioned it countless times, and also asked me whether I was deliberately ignoring it, but it clearly never said it...'

'Furthermore, even when Senluo Wanxiang fought with me, he used the ability to control countless trees. Is my understanding wrong? If there is really any strange behavior in Senluo Wanxiang, besides the crazy fighting and making people

It's a name to complain about...'

Thinking of the last thing, when Senju Makoto couldn't help but sneer, his expression paused slightly and he murmured.

"Battle? Jiang?? Could it be that...this is what Senluo Wanxiang has always wanted to tell me?"

At this moment, Unohana Retsu's voice rang out, and the flying height of Unohana Retsu was also rapidly decreasing.

"Cheng, we've arrived."

After coming back to his senses, Senju Makoto stretched his head slightly and looked down. What he saw was a shabby house, and there were already three Shinigami from the 10th Division wearing Death Overlord costumes waiting below.

And as Senju Makoto fell to the ground following Unohana, a smell that seemed to be mixed with the smell of corruption and herbs floated into Senju Makoto's nose.