Death god, my Zanpakuto is a bit trendy

"I haven't graduated from the Zhenou Spiritual Arts Academy yet. Since Mutsuki-sensei... the dean has given us the right to freely choose courses, is it normal to choose the cutting technique?"

"... Are you kidding me?"

Shigaraki wasn't quite sure what Haruto was thinking.

It is true that the slicing technique is the foundation of the Shinigami, but how much combat power can be exerted must be closely related to the spiritual pressure; as a lower-ranking officer of the 10th Division, his upper limit is there, and he has long been unable to teach Haruto.

As for sword Zen, there is no need to practice it here... The students in the lower grades are noisy all the time.

Don't say anything else.

No matter how superb Changmu's slashing skills are, if his strength and speed are all weaker than his opponent's, he will still be killed in a matter of seconds.

Not to mention that Haruto, whose deeds are occasionally reported outside Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy, is best at the field of ghosts; even if Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy no longer has a teacher who can teach him ghosts, he will not come to find his own. Fun.

"how could be!"

Haruto smiled and shook his head.

Haruto still respected Nagakiso Akira very much.

After all, when he first came into contact with shallow fighting, this teacher was dedicated to helping the weak Haruto formulate a training plan for slashing. Even if he joked about "wanting to learn to draw a sword and slash", Teacher Changmu would accompany him to practice. .

"I'm here to bring you something."

Haruto took a small package from behind and handed it to Teacher Changmu.

"oh?"

"This is......"

Clearly looking at the five big and three thick men, Teacher Changmu's nose sniffed very sensitively.

"Tobacco from this world."

The two of them talked quietly, just like an underground party meeting.

"...Isn't it cheap?"

"I happen to have a lot of money lately."

"good!"

Teacher Changmu put away the small package with extremely neat hands and feet.

"Tell me what help you need from me."

"Are you sure you can still help me now?"

Haruto joked cheekily.

"If I hadn't been able to beat you, kid, I would have given you a couple of blows on the head right now... If I had known, I would have hit you more times in the past few years."

Changmu raised the wooden sword in his hand, shook it twice and then slowly put it down.

For a student as talented as Haruto, as the teacher who once taught him...Akihiro Nagagiso is still a little proud.

"cough."

Haruto cleared his throat, straightened his posture and said:

"I do have something I need to ask the teacher for help with."

"Say it."

"Do you know any other beheading masters?"

"..."

Haruto said it very straightforwardly, just saying that Teacher Changmu can no longer teach new things.

"know."

But Changmu himself didn't care.

During the decades of teaching at Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy, he has taught too many talented students. Who is not full of arrogance?

It is rare to find someone as understanding and sophisticated as Haruto.

"That....."

"Haruto, do you still remember my origin?"

"Um."

Haruto nodded.

These were all topics he had chatted with Teacher Changmu.

Nagakiso Akira, like Haruto, is a Shinigami from Rukongai in District 66, which is why he takes great care of Haruto.

"The vice-captain of the seventh division, His Excellency Tsubaki Basemon-don."

Shigaraki mentioned a name that Haruto was somewhat familiar with, but could not immediately recall.

"That's my master, the man who guided me on the path of death... who is also the slicing instructor of the Gotei Thirteenth Team."

"If you have any questions about beheading, I can write you a letter. If you're lucky, he might be able to give you some help."

"Thank you very much, teacher."

"Humph, these are all trivial matters."

Shigaraki can still be arrogant at his age.

"correct."

"You try to visit in the afternoon, and it's best to bring some good wine. Master has the habit of having a few drinks after lunch break."

Shigaraki grabbed Haruto, who was about to set off shortly after, and added a few words.

"okay!"

————

The Kotetsu family......

Next door next door.

"It really is."

Haruto took the address provided by Teacher Changmu and came to this familiar street.

"I just said that I must have heard of this name."

"Xiao Chun's family..."

"Isn't this the father of Sentaro-chan!"

The main reason is that Teacher Changmu doesn't look like he can know such a powerful person.

at this time--

"squeak."

The wooden door made of poor material slowly opened.

"well?"

Little Chun Sentaro came out of home by chance.

"a?"

"...Yo, Sentaro."

Haruto's greeting was a little awkward.

Kotsubaki Sentaro took three steps at a time, quickly ran to Haruto, and looked at the door of his house several times.

"Wrong door?"

"No, I just came to visit your home."

"Find me?"

Kochun Sentaro pointed at himself in disbelief.

Although he is an official member of the 13th Division, there seems to be no need for Haruto to find him.

Kotsubaki Sentaro knows his own abilities very well. Although he can be regarded as a low-ranking official under the influence of his father, he is absolutely incomparable with Haruto - the incident of Tianhun Burial internship a few days ago, Chapter 13 The speed of information dissemination within the team is much faster than outside.

"Look for your father."

Haruto took out Teacher Changmu's letter from his arms.

"Teacher Nagaki from the Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy recommended me to come here for advice. Now that I have encountered... Is the Thirteenth Division very busy there?"

After saying this, Haruto knew that this was nonsense.

In Soul Society now, the 11th, 12th, and 13th divisions are all exhausted, but they are so busy that the difference in direction is a little big.

"really."

Kotsubaki Sentaro is also an honest person.

"Ah! Let me take you to find daddy first!"

"He is now..."

Kotsubaki Sentaro took the initiative to take what Haruto was holding.

"You should have just gotten up."

————

A dojo with wooden floors.

"Sentaro, you go ahead and do your work. I'll take care of Haruto-kun here."

In the middle of the room, Kotsubaki Basemon read the letter handed over by Haruto, and then sent Kotsubaki Sentaro away——

He also knew that the Thirteenth Division, where his son belonged, had been very busy recently.

"Okay! Dad!"

Kotsubaki Sentaro nodded to Haruto and rushed towards the location of the 13th Division.

"..."

The atmosphere in the dojo instantly became quiet.

have to say.

Little Tsubaki Basemon is very different from what Haruto originally imagined.

Red sunglasses, a mustache, a pointed nose, a slender and prickly ponytail, and a stab wound that almost ran through the left side of his face——

Just sitting there, a sharp and evil aura rushed towards his face.

Compared to the swordsman.

Haruto felt that he looked more like a gangster brother.

But completely opposite to his image, his attitude and tone of dealing with others... are really a bit too gentle.

and.

Kotsubaki Basemon spends his daily life in the dojo:

Near the wall, Haruto suddenly saw a rolled-up bedding and a porcelain bottle containing sake that was warmed with hot water.

Such a homely configuration makes the uncle in front of me look a bit cute.

"Haruto-kun."

"Vice Captain Xiaochun."

Haruto knelt down and sat across from him, bowed slightly and answered.

"Are you used to fighting with a Zanpakutō?"

Although his eyes were obscured by sunglasses, when the sharp edge swept across his hands, Haruto still felt a tingling sensation like needles.

"Yes."

Haruto nodded seriously.

The opponent consciously controlled and exuded a sense of murderous intent and oppression, which made the feeling of being stared at by a beast linger around Haruto.