"Hello, Captain Yamamoto, I'm the third rebirth of Mao Lingshu Academy, Hanyu Michizo."

Although Shiba Kuzuru himself does not pay attention to these, he has a clear eye on the etiquette of his younger brother and Daosan.

Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekoku, and Daosan's understanding of him is limited to his title as the strongest god of death in the corpse soul world for thousands of years.

However, when mentioning this adult, Aunt Ranju will sit cross-legged and show admiration.

"Heads up, Hanyu Michizo."

The voice was as heavy as a mountain, and Dao San raised his head, a bald head, a cross scar carved on his forehead, and his eyes were as cloudy as those of the old men in their twilight, but they were deep.

A waist-length gray beard with his hands pressed against a wooden staff.

An inexplicable sense of fear rose in Daosan's heart, and the reason that was pinned to Daosan's waist was trembling slightly.

Dao San subconsciously held down the blade of the blade.

It's ironic, when it's safe, it's fearful.

When it is dangerous, it is the first time to touch his knife.

Yamamoto bowed his head slightly, and the pressure faded like a tide with a slight twist of the hand holding the wooden staff.

It wasn't until this time that Dosan realized that his back was already wet with sweat.

Dao San didn't know.

Even if he has read countless people, no, it should be said that Yamamoto, who has witnessed the history of the Corpse Soul Realm, is also a little shocked by Hanyu Michizo's performance at this time.

As a living fossil and the strongest person in the Corpse Soul Realm, his spiritual pressure is as vast as the sea, even beyond the limits of his spiritual body, so Yamamoto generally does not, and it is difficult to completely suppress his spiritual pressure.

There is a qualitative gap between the Flowing Soul and even the ordinary God of Death and his spiritual pressure, and Yamamoto's spiritual pressure is no different from the spirit child floating in the corpse soul realm in their eyes.

Although the pressure disappeared at this time, Dao San still had some difficulty fidgeting.

Yamamoto's eyes glanced at Michizo, and the more he looked, the more he liked it, and he had the information of the second and twelfth teams.

Compared to talent, Yamamoto prefers his sincere heart that does not change his original intention despite the hardships.

Also, there was a faint "delicious" aura on his body.

"Do you want to learn kendo?" Yamamoto seemed to ask casually.

"I don't want to." Dao San is also a casual statement.

As soon as the words blurted out, Dao San wanted to slap himself.

When he said this, he was looking for death.

Daosan, who has been tortured for the past few days, has just faced too much pressure from Captain Yamamoto, and his mind is relieved at this time, and he doesn't speak through his brain.

Yamamoto didn't react, but the face of Minister Jiro on the side was inexplicably distorted.

The relationship between him and Captain Yamamoto has been tempered by time, and since he knows Captain Yamamoto's character and his mind at this time, he doesn't need to scold Dao San like a joke.

It's just that first the captain opened his mouth to guide, followed by Daosan's refusal, such an interesting scene, the last time I saw it was the last time.

Last time, Kenpachi also said that he didn't want to learn like Daosan, and he was beaten up.

So in the face of the more well-behaved Michizo, what will Captain Yamamoto do?

At the age of Minister Jiro, there are few things that will interest him.

"I'm so sorry, Your Excellency the Captain, it's just that I've been ...... recently" Dao San wanted to explain, of course, he did have his own reasons for refusing, but at this time Dao San was worried that the Chief Captain would not believe it.

"Fear, isn't it?" Captain Yamamoto leaned on a wooden cane and spoke in a calm voice.

"Huh?"

This kind of can directly say the reason without even an explanation, should it really be worthy of His Excellency the Captain?

Dao San nodded lightly, frowning, as if reminiscing about the feeling before, "When I hold the knife recently, I always feel ......"

"Emptiness and murderous intent?"

"Yes." Dao San nodded, blinked his eyes twice, and guessed so accurately, "But, when ......"

"When you are in danger, you will always subconsciously choose to rely on your knife, so that you will become more empty, so empty that you will always want to cut something."

God.

Hanyu Michizo has never admired such a person, although his Excellency the captain is not good-looking, but he can completely guess his heart.

"I've heard that you want to go to the Juban team in a year, do you want to think about it again?"

What to consider.

The fool couldn't understand the meaning of Captain Yamamoto's words.

It's just that......

At this moment, Dao San swept away his previous worries and fears, and he couldn't live up to the trust and kindness of Uncle Yixin and Aunt Ranju.

"I'm so sorry, Your Excellency, Captain, but I don't want to change my mind anymore."

Yamamoto didn't say much this time, he was thinking now, wouldn't there really be anything wrong with entrusting such a young man to that guy in Yixin?

Imagine, decades later, Hanyu Michizo wore a captain's Haori, stood at the end of the captain's seat, and fell asleep with Shiba and Shiba facing each other.

It's a headache for characters like Yamamoto.

With a "snap", a figure pushed the door open.

"Hey, old man Yamamoto, where is my opponent!"

The man standing at the door, the spiritual pressure was undisguised, like a burning volcano that could erupt at any time.

Captain Yamamoto didn't need to say, and the man's eyes were directly locked on Hanyu Michizo.

Michizo also looked up at the man.

"The head of a hedgehog, with a vertical knife wound on his long face, and standing there obviously doing nothing, gives the impression of a beast looking for prey."

The above is a description of the Golden Retriever's front table, Liyue Ji on Kasumi Road.

Kenpachi also noticed Hanyu Michizo, his eyes rolled flexibly, staring at Hanyu Michizo like a beast staring at its prey, "Little ghost, I ran all afternoon to see you, you should let me have fun!" ”

When Kenpachi looked over, Michizo lowered his head.

See me and "ran all afternoon".

Is there any connection?

Yamamoto didn't speak, he glanced at Daosan, who was bowing his head and seemed to be very frightened, and didn't ask the two for advice, "Keep up." ”

Dao San followed behind several people, keeping his head buried.

He was terrified, very frightened.

What he feared was why he didn't have the emotion of fear at this time.

Every bit of his spiritual pressure, every thought, like boiling water, was restless.

"Here."

A spacious training ground.

Gengmu Jianba's eyebrows moved, this is where he learned kendo.

Hanyu Michizo still lowered his head, making it difficult to see his expression, and silently came to the middle of the battlefield.

Yachiryu jumped off Sagi's shoulder, and then squatted quietly to the side, blinking with big eyes, looking at the field, without a single superfluous word, like a little girl waiting to eat persimmons after a meal.

There were several people at the scene, maybe only one, and they didn't know much about the situation at this time.

Minister Jiro could feel the inexplicable momentum rising from the two on the field.

But Chojiro was curious as to why he chose the beast Kenpachi if it was just to cultivate Hanyu Michizo.

Moreover, if Kenpachi is so formal, why don't you release the spiritual pressure?

"Ha, haha, hahaha." The corners of Kenpachi's mouth curled wider and wider, and a face distorted by his weird and arrogant smile.

"Feel it carefully, Chojiro." Captain Yamamoto looked motionless on the side.

What does it feel......

After a long absence, hearing the words of the chief captain, the good student who was named by the teacher but couldn't answer the question felt nervous inexplicably.

Feel, feel what?

"This is pure killing intent."

Pure killing intent......

Minister Jiro looked at it again and saw the nature of the space, his forehead was already covered with sweat.

This training ground was already densely entangled with red and colorless killing intent.

This teenager.

This gentle young man who may even say sorry quietly when he meets his tablemate has a murderous aura no less than that of Sagi.

How many people did he kill!

Ten thousand, one hundred thousand?

Especially in the current Corpse Soul Realm, it is not like a thousand years ago, such a large area of souls disappeared, it is impossible not to alarm the Ling Ting!

As if it was dried by sweat, Chojiro's old body and bones were a little cold, and he finally figured out why that guy valued Hanyu Daozo so much.

I finally know why the captain also looks at him.

Why is it that Gengi, who is only interested in the strong, is so formal in the face of Hanyu Michizo, who is still weak.

Because......

The finch minister Jiro looked at Kenpachi Saragi, who had stopped laughing on the field.

"Cut it down, kind."

Michizo was terrified and wanted to curse in fear.

Why can't you generate fearful emotions?

Isn't this just like a monster?

Hanyu Michizo looked up.

What Kenpachi saw was a pair of dark eyes.

Yamamoto watched the scene silently.

Do you understand?

Hanyu Michizo.

You're always afraid of who you once were.