"Ah~, Chimo Chicken!"

Daba!

What's cool?

Good what?

What's so cool?

The vulture staggered and took several steps back, its frightened eyes burning with rage.

Hanyu Michizo, this Yaga!

The eagle's swollen eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he pressed his hand lightly on the door to go in and give the little imp a good look.

No, you can't call it a ghost anymore.

Brother-in-law?

The vulture blinked, wiping tears from her eyes.

"Wow!" With a bang, the door opened, and a triangular iron basin flew out, and slammed into the vulture's head with a "Duang".

"Go wash it off for me!"

The vulture removed the iron basin from its head, and with the help of the faint light in the hallway, the bright reflective bottom of the basin could be seen.

Only the faint sweetness that did not dissipate told the rock vulture that this iron basin had not been washed.

"Damn, Ou Jiansan, you actually ......" actually asked Dao San to cook for you in the middle of the night, it's too bad!

"Huh?"

The empty crane turned his head and kicked in one go, and the rock eagle's originally swollen face was kicked again, and the injury was added to the injury, and the pot was kicked straight out.

"Dao San's junior brother is in the training ground."

On the way to escape, the eagle only heard this sentence from the empty crane.

What is he doing at the training ground on the big night?

After washing the rice bowl, Iwatsu returned to the training ground, and as soon as he arrived at this sinful place, Iwatsu remembered the blows that Michizo had given him during the day.

Stretching out his hand, as soon as the door of the training ground was opened, the rock vulture's body sank unnaturally, sweat ran down his forehead, and the mottled spiritual pressure in the entire training ground seemed to have found an outlet at this moment and began to wreak havoc.

The eagle's eyelids twitched, and his entire body was shocked by the roaring spirit, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

What are you doing here?

The eagle was only thinking in his heart, people who were more talented than him were still working hard, so what was the point of working hard?

After dinner, after dealing with the clutter, Hanyu did not return to his room, but came to the training ground again.

During the day, with the guidance of the empty crane, his ghost path and white fighting progress were rapid.

Especially the ghost path, the current Hanyu Michi-san can even be able to release the ghost path under the thirty without chanting.

On the other hand, the degree of progress is relatively average.

When Dao San cast a momentary step, he couldn't ignore the interference of the external spiritual pressure.

His momentary step can only be used for solo racing at the moment.

He was not bored with the boring training, from the 49th District of Soul Street to the current District 1 of Soul Street, Hanyu Michizo suffered countless hardships.

Don't play with your life now, wait for your life to play with you in the future?

Continuing to intensify his training, Dao San raised his feet and felt the spiritual pressure attached to the soles of his feet.

With his right foot lagging behind, he stepped into the space on the soles of his feet, and Hanyu Michizo moved forward, leaving waves of aura in the training ground.

The frequent bursts of spiritual pressure, coupled with a day of high-intensity training, Hanyu Michizo's body was inevitably a little tired, but his eyes were still steadfast.

The tempo of the momentary steps slowed down slightly, but overall it was not chaotic at all.

The moment the eagle opened the sliding door, Michizo noticed that someone had come in, but he still didn't stop the rhythm of training, training his own momentary steps with the "running back and forth" mode of a modern athlete.

However, it was another afternoon of penance, and the spiritual pressure bottomed out, and Daosan's footsteps gradually became a little vain and weak.

"If you don't have superhuman talent, it's hard to progress just by hard work."

The sudden voice seemed to be close to Daosan's ear, Daosan's white eyebrows were horizontal, he took a step back, and dodged to open the distance.

"Mr. Iwatsu, haven't you rested yet?"

Seeing the person coming clearly, Dao San wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeves, and put his hands on his thighs, panting chaotically and rhythmically. It's just that his panting, pale expression is more like a wry smile.

The rock eagle hugged his shoulders, looked at Daosan, and persuaded with a soft heart in his heart, "Relying on such penance is just useless, and the entry is negligible, so it is better to rest early." ”

Hanyu Michizo raised his head and smiled faintly, "How can it be useless?" I believe that hard work will pay off. ”

"Hard work pays off"

When Hanyu Michizo said this, a layer of gray mist that seemed to be another dimension spread from Hanyu Michizo's body, and neither of them could detect it.

But in the face of Daosan's innocence, Rock Eagle scoffed, as a noble bloodline, he knew how many people had been killed by the word "talent".

In Iwatsu's opinion, Hanyu Michizo just ate the dividends of talent, as if he was born for the ghost path, while the talent on the white fight is a little inferior, and the talent on the instant step is a little inferior.

Hanyu Michizo didn't care if the vultures didn't believe it, but once again put on a sprinting stance, and the spiritual pressure on the soles of his feet stirred lightly, raising a puff of dust.

And this time it's different.

"Whoosh."

Hanyu Michizo's figure was like ink dripping on rice paper, solidifying and spreading, disappearing in an instant, and then appearing in another place in an instant.

"The body doesn't have any extra amplitude, perfect."

Hanyu Michizo's figure flickered one after another, and in the midst of the eagle's exclamation, Hanyu Michizo had already come behind him.

Boy, smash the field, smash my field!

You started scaring me as soon as I came?

Moreover, it is hard to work hard and really do it!

"Rock vulture, please believe that there are hardworking geniuses in this world."

This time, the rock eagle believed, and the fighting spirit rose in his heart, isn't it just training for more than ten hours a day!

Does that mean that I can do it!

The vultures breathed a little heavier.

That's it, Iwashi and Michizo began a high-intensity training that lasted seven days without sleep.

They're training over and over again every day, but the vultures are also making considerable progress.

After training, there are some very Sbarasi food, maybe because of her hard work, the eldest sister does not grab food with herself as usual.

Wrong?

It seems that every night after eight o'clock, Dao San will leave himself and go out for a while.

Looking at the eldest sister's gradually bloated body, the rock eagle pinched her chin and noticed something incredible.

……

A week later.

Meditation Garden.

Zhibo hummed a song all his heart, he wasn't in a good mood today, so what's wrong with making some noise.

Ranju sauce was released from prison, and he was about to start fighting wits with her again.

"Captain Ichishin, please stay." The gentle voice of the uncle came from behind him, and when he turned around, it was an elegant man wearing square-rimmed glasses.

This is......

Stand with great people, and you can't help but want to be great too.

As soon as Zhibo saw someone coming, he unconsciously put away his lazy appearance and straightened his waist.

Shiba is dedicated to being after Kisuke Urahara's defection.,The thirteenth team is in order to strengthen the captain of the airborne.,It's not a long time to join the thirteenth team.,The person in front of him is a friend he can rarely talk to.。

"Captain Aizen, what's the matter?"