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There is no so-called inheritance between the virtual and the virtual. In the past, even if Gu Shi knew that there were loopholes in his research, he could not go to the old-fashioned Yachukas for advice (delivering food to the door). He could only slowly discover and improve in actual combat and accumulate experience over a long period of time.
But it’s different for the God of Death. Before becoming a true God of Death, every God of Death will enter the Maou Spiritual Academy and undergo six years of systematic teaching to learn the “Zankenkizou”.
Needless to say, Zanpakuto is a technique for fighting with Zanpakuto.
Fist refers to bare-handed fighting, which is the technique of bare-handed fighting without weapons;
The ghosts are the ghost paths including the path of destruction, the path of binding, and the path of return;
Walking is the instant step that allows the Grim Reaper to move quickly and walk in the air.
Among them, before the appearance of the Arrancar, Zanpakuto was the exclusive weapon of the God of Death, needless to say. Kidō and Shunpo also had very high requirements for the control of spiritual power, which could not be learned at all with the chaotic spiritual power of the Hollow.
But the Baida style of boxing and kicking is something that Daxu can also learn. If he can become friends with Asido and get his guidance, Erlang can even save hundreds of years in his research on martial arts.
The statement "hundreds of years" is not an exaggeration at all. Asido is obviously a god of death with rich combat experience. His two hundred years of experience is valuable enough in itself, not to mention that he has also undergone six years of systematic education. The "foundations" learned in school are even, to some extent, more valuable than his two hundred years of experience.
After all, those "basic textbooks" that are destined to be taught to all novice Death Gods are all things that have been summarized by generations of captain-level Death Gods over the past thousands of years from a high and low perspective. Even ordinary captains are not qualified to participate in the writing of the textbooks. Only the top captains are qualified to leave their names on the title page of the textbooks.
The so-called basic teaching materials are simple but extremely valuable.
It is very likely that the "new moves" that Erlang has been researching here were actually proven to be unworkable by a captain in the inheritance of the God of Death thousands of years ago, and were written into the basic textbooks to warn generation after generation of new God of Death not to waste time walking this dead end.
Therefore, in Gu Shi's eyes, Asido is a super treasure trove. Even though Asido has always behaved coldly, just because he is willing to come to his Daxu camp to recuperate, Gu Shi does not intend to give up the idea of building a good relationship with him.
When Gu Shi heard Asido refuse on the grounds of "hunting for the void", he immediately laughed.
"If your goal, Ashido, is to kill as many Hollows as possible, then joining us is the best option."
Although Asido still looked indifferent, when he saw that he stopped and did not leave immediately, Gu Shi knew that the matter of "killing more voids" really hit the point that Asido cared about, so he continued to speak smoothly.
"The things Tianpeng and I are looking for are buried underground. When we find the location, we will inevitably have to defeat all the surrounding Voids before we can dig with peace of mind. After all, you know the nature of the Void. Even if they are rational individuals, there is no possibility of peaceful communication before one party defeats the other.
“Tian Peng and I have no interest in killing. After we defeat those guys, if some of them are lucky enough to survive, we won’t bother to finish them off. As long as they don’t affect our excavation, it’ll be fine. But if you, Asido, plan to finish them off, Tian Peng and I won’t stop you.
"Considering the density of Hollows in the Great Hollow Forest, there will probably be quite a few Hollows that we will defeat this time. If you work with us and finish off the enemies, you will definitely be able to kill more Hollows than if you act alone."
Gu Shi's statement was well-reasoned and there was no deception. Asido also knew that if Gu Shi and his men really intended to dig something up and wanted to use peaceful communication to get other virtual beings to make room for them, that was pure dreaming. The only feasible solution was to knock them all down.
Asido hesitated for a moment. The purpose of his staying in the Hueco Mundo was to kill as many Hollows as possible. Now that a rare opportunity was before him, should he really give up because of the entanglement in his heart?
Seeing Asido hesitate, Gu Shi smiled, glanced at Erlang who was breaking the neck of a Killian in the distance, and continued to add with sincere emotion.
"I hope you don't misunderstand me, Asido. I have no bad intentions in inviting you. I am just worried about your safety. After all, we don't know how far the destination is. If it is far, including the excavation time, it may take us more than ten days or even a month to go back and forth.
"In order to quickly clear the Hollows at our destination, Erlang will definitely join us. For such a long time, without the three of us helping to guard the camp, if you get injured while hunting Hollows, you probably won't be able to rest and recover. You might even be attacked by other Hollows and be in danger."
As he said this, Gu Shi couldn't help but shook his head and patted Tianpeng on the shoulder.
"You are a stubborn and decent person. Although you are a god of death, I still like you very much. Your behavior is worthy of the name of a god of death. It would be a pity if you died in Hueco Mundo so early. Moreover, not only me, but my companions also have a great affection for you."
Tianpeng smiled and waved his head at Asido, indicating that Gu Shi was right and he did have a good impression of Asido.
Although Tianpeng's smile was not obvious because of the mask, Asido could indeed see the kindness in his red eyes.
Finally, the serious and indifferent expression on Asido's face disappeared for the first time. He sighed in defeat and laughed somewhat self-deprecatingly.
"You are worthy of the name of the God of Death. I myself don't even understand what it means to be the God of Death."
After briefly revealing his confusion, Asido quickly put on a stern face again, looked businesslike, and bowed solemnly to Gu Shi.
"Mr. Gu Shi, please allow me to go with you."
Asido himself didn't understand why he agreed to act together with the three-headed hollow.
Is it because he has done the math in his mind? Without anyone to help guard, the healing speed of injuries will be slower, the speed of hunting Voids will be lowered, and the number of Voids that can be killed will be far less than if he acts together with Gu Shi and the others?
Or is it simply because, when he himself denied himself, the Great Hollow, who was supposed to be his enemy, recognized him and said that he was a decent person and worthy of the name of the God of Death?
Asido was still confused, but he finally took the first step, the first step to walk and cooperate with the Hollow.
Gu Shi raised the corner of his mouth in satisfaction, waved to Erlang who was running back holding a Killian's neck, and gave loud orders as the leader of the team.
"Then let's go!"
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Chapter 75: Innocence
"Delicious, so delicious, I have never eaten anything so delicious!"
The boy, who had grown some muscles, had already gotten rid of the "skinny" category. His whole face was distorted with excitement, tears of emotion kept flowing down his face, and his mouth kept making happy chewing sounds. Anyone could see that he was immersed in the paradise of food and couldn't extricate himself.
But the strange thing is that although he kept repeating the movements of grabbing and chewing, there was actually no food in his hands or mouth. He was just "tasting" the air. If he really ate anything, perhaps it was only some scraps of meat on both sides of his mouth that he accidentally bit off when he was chewing excitedly?
On the side, Yusuke watched the boy's happy face as he chewed the jerky that was as dry and hard as firewood, with a faint smile on his face. He waited until the small piece of jerky in his hand was completely eaten before he clapped his hands gently in front of the boy.
The crisp sound of high-fives suddenly changed the boy's expression, from extreme happiness to a sense of loss as if he had lost everything in an instant. He even ignored the severe pain in his mouth and the pungent smell of blood, and anxiously glanced around him, trying to find back the delicious food that surrounded him just a moment ago.
"Yes, it seems that this attempt was successful. Seeing your happy expression, Shouta, even the unpalatable jerky is not so hard to swallow."
Yusuke teased the boy with a smile, then gently pushed the plate of dried meat in front of him, indicating that he should eat something real to replenish his nutrition.
At this point, the boy finally accepted the reality that everything that had just happened was just an illusion. He picked up a piece of dried meat with disappointment, but as soon as he put it in his mouth, he couldn't help but vomited it out with a dry heave.
When he first came to Soul Society, if he was lucky enough to have a bite of jerky, even just a few crumbs, it would be a supreme enjoyment for him. But after tasting those delicacies in hallucinations that made people want to swallow their tongues, eating this fishy and astringent jerky made him feel nauseous and want to vomit.
The boy covered his mouth to prevent himself from vomiting, and looked at Yusuke with pleading eyes.
Yusuke showed a seemingly doting smile and gently tapped his forehead. Suddenly, the boy's mouth was filled with a wonderful taste that made him happy. He was inspired again and ate the hard-to-swallow dried meat quickly with a wolfish momentum. Before he finished, he chewed the air for a while, and finally stopped when the taste in his mouth disappeared.
He smacked his lips with some regret, but still couldn't get back the disappeared taste. The boy could only collect his thoughts and look at Yusuke in confusion.
"Boss Yusuke, you can obviously control the five senses except hearing. Why don't you control your taste when eating? Why do you force yourself to eat these disgusting things?"
Ever since Yusuke found a way to control his sense of taste through spiritual power, the boy would ask Yusuke to modify his sense of taste every time he ate, so that simple food could taste delicious. However, Yusuke himself had never modified his sense of taste. No matter how bad the food was, he would always eat it with its original flavor.
The boy couldn't understand Yusuke's behavior. He could have a better experience, so why did he have to endure that unpleasant taste?
Yusuke smiled and shook his head. He didn't say anything profound like "How can a person who controls hallucinations indulge in hallucinations?" He just gestured to the boy to look at the sky outside.
"Shota, you've wasted a lot of time in your hallucination this time. If you don't go back quickly, I'm afraid you'll arouse the suspicion of those people."
The young man was startled and noticed that the sunlight outside the window was already dim. As expected, a wonderful experience would make people forget the passage of time. He felt that he had not eaten for long in the hallucination, but it was already this time. He hurriedly stood up and bowed to Yusuke and said goodbye.
"Boss Yusuke, I'm going to go back first and I'll see you tomorrow!"
After Yusuke nodded with a smile, the boy who had bowed 90 degrees stood up and walked out of Yusuke's hut reluctantly.
As soon as he walked out of the wooden door, the dirty and messy streets came into view again. In the dim alleys and street corners, some ferocious-looking people were staring at him with jealousy and hatred.
The young man smiled complacently, straightened his back, and walked away quickly under the gazes of these people.
The boy knew why those people were jealous of him. He was not only a member of the big organization "Nobushi", but also had an increasingly close relationship with big brother Yusuke. It would be strange if these guys who could only survive at the bottom of Rukongai were not jealous.
Brother Yusuke doesn't like going out as he finds these people's gazes uncomfortable, but the boy is different. He likes these people's jealousy of him and enjoys their gazes on him. Without their misfortune, how can he highlight his own happiness?
Contrast can make happiness even happier.
If they knew that it wouldn't be long before I would enroll in the Maou Spiritual Academy with Yusuke and become the god of death that they could only kneel on the ground and look up to, they would definitely be even more jealous of me, right?
Maybe you don’t even dare to be jealous and can only look up to me?
The boy felt more and more proud, humming intermittent tunes from his nose, walking through the dirty streets with great enjoyment, until he returned to the neighborhood controlled by "Nobushi", and finally restrained his attitude. It was already dark at this time. The boy lowered his head, walked to one of the wooden houses with the light of an oil lamp, and gently knocked on the wooden door.
"Come in."
A deep voice sounded from behind the door, as hoarse and unpleasant as ever. This was the voice of the leader of the "Nobushi" organization. It was said that he had injured his throat in a fight with someone.
The young man quietly recalled the gossip about the eldest brother in his heart, respectfully opened the door, hunched over and walked in, and took the initiative to tell the story of "how he got along with Yusuke" that he had already made up.
The skill of deceiving people seemed to be deeply engraved in his bones. He could make up a series of lies without much thought. The boy guessed that he must have been a guy who loved to lie when he was alive. He was very grateful for the lying skills he had acquired during his lifetime, which allowed him to easily deceive others and thrive in Soul Society even after his death.
As expected, just like Yusuke who was naive enough not to doubt others, the boss also thought that he was an idiot who would not lie. After listening to the story he made up, he did not doubt it at all and nodded with satisfaction.
"Well done. Maintain a good relationship with Yusuke. When he becomes a Shinigami, you will be Nobushi's second in command."
The young man curled his lips in disdain, secretly laughing at this crappy boss who kept going back and forth and could only say a few nonsense words to motivate his subordinates. There was nothing new in such a long time.
But I don't need anything new. It won't be long before I can become the God of Death. Who cares about your mediocre rewards?
Yusuke is an absolute genius, and even if he becomes a Shinigami, he will surely become a big shot among them very quickly, and all I have to do is cling to his lap and look forward to his reward.
The young man, who was disdainful in his heart, looked even more respectful, and bowed lower and lower.
"Yes! Boss, just leave it to me! I will definitely complete the task beautifully."
Opposite the boy, Yusuke was chewing the dry and hard jerky, with a gentle smile in his eyes.
Outside the window, the sun was high in the sky and it was noon.
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Chapter 76 Black Cat
"Master, why are you in such a hurry to bring me back?"
The small black cat squatted on the coffee table, with an unhappy expression as if its dried fish had been taken away. It glared at the energetic old man opposite it and complained indignantly.
"That guy Kisuke, relying on his smart brain, secretly mocks me. Today I must beat the shit out of him!"
The old man was originally drinking tea calmly, and he almost choked when he heard this. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, and a binding was formed directly in his mouth, which wrapped the tea in his mouth into a small ball, and went into his stomach through his throat. At least he did not cough continuously due to choking, and saved the elder's face, and angrily slammed the table.
"How can a girl speak so foul language? You are the future head of the Shifengyuan family. You should pay attention to your image. Also, the family secret technique is not for you to use like this. Hurry and change back to me!"
The old man was furious, as if he wanted to eat someone, but the little kitten was not afraid at all. It rolled its eyes and licked its paws slowly.
"Alright, alright, old man, you have such a bad temper. Anger is harmful to your health. Besides, mom told me a long time ago, I was just talking. When you were young, you really beat the shit out of old man Qingshui. Why do you care so much about my image when educating me now?"
When his heroic deeds in his youth were exposed, the old man's eyes widened even more, and it looked like he was about to spit out some obscenities, but he stopped at the last moment and revealed a smug smile.
"Hey, Xihui only said that I beat people, but I didn't tell you that even when I beat people, I didn't lose my manners in my words. In the end, I politely reminded him that his crotch was dirty and it was an insult to the image of a noble. Would you like him to come to our house to clean it before going home?"
The little black cat widened his eyes. He had never heard his mother say this before. He was stunned for a moment. Although he thought that his grandfather would not have the heart to let his crotch get dirty, he still jumped off the coffee table obediently, changed back to his original form, and knelt down obediently opposite the old man.
Seeing the black cat transformed into the familiar granddaughter, whose wheat-colored face still looked so healthy, the old man nodded with satisfaction and snorted with pride.
"Xihui always instigates you to go against me because she sees that I dote on you. Yeyi, you are so smart, but have you ever thought of asking her why she never dares to contradict me in person?"
After being reminded by the old man, Ye Yi finally remembered that his fearless mother had never talked back to his grandfather, and his father, a rough-looking man, always pretended to be like a little white rabbit in front of his grandfather.
Don’t they respect the elderly?
Suddenly, Yoruichi suddenly remembered that once she was arguing with her grandfather, and was seen by Kisuke. Afterwards, Kisuke sighed in awe.