Chapter 523 Introduction (please vote for me at the end of the month)
Ten days later, night.
"Roar!"
Amidst the silent but concussive roar with invisible tremors, a monster as tall as two or three stories tall, wearing a ferocious mask and with a huge hole in its chest was running and wreaking havoc on the street.
The powerful force brought by the volume caused damage and cracks on the road, and a street lamp was scratched and knocked down by it, but it did not stop it in the slightest.
The person being chased by it was a bald, middle-aged man who had just died suddenly while working overtime. At this time, his face was full of panic and he was panicking. However, he had not exercised for a long time before he was alive, and his speed was not good after death. Seeing the huge monster Xu getting closer and closer, he let out a desperate "Help!" ’
At the same time, he fell to the ground and suddenly saw a black shadow passing through the night sky, like a big bat with wings, and then the monster chasing him let out a miserable howl.
He was lying on the ground shivering, not daring to look back, and it felt as if his sight was blocked by a white smoke.
Until the roar disappeared for a while, he tentatively raised his head, and saw two feet wearing wooden clogs and white socks falling in front of him, and exclaimed: "Ah—!"
"It's okay." Rukia Kuchiki made a gentle expression, folded her glider and squatted down: "The monster has been killed. Excuse me... did you see the appearance of the person who killed the monster?"
The middle-aged man slowly calmed down and turned around to confirm that the monster was indeed gone: "You, who are you? Can you see me?! Then, didn't you kill that monster?"
"It wasn't me. Two minutes before I came, Xu's spiritual pressure disappeared." Lucia said: "If it were me, I might not be able to save you in time."
"But before... I should have seen you flying over my head with that thing, and then... the monster screamed..."
From the head? fly? That thing? Is it a hang glider? Lucia was startled, but I came from another direction.
She hurriedly asked a few more questions, but couldn't find out anything more, so she had no choice but to ask the middle-aged soul to be buried. She was wondering: Wasn't he the perfect master, or was there another **** of death who passed by and killed Xu? Then why not just bury the ‘whole’ soul?
…
Not far away, Nakamura Que looked at Ji Xing with some amazement. It was only the second actual battle, and he was so skillful, could he deal with a Hollow almost effortlessly?
Hirakawa Kouki, the person who had been meeting people after being a minor for three years and was recruited into the organization ten days ago, really brought him too many surprises.
Not to mention the speed and method of mastering the art, his passion for fighting and his instinctive potential are also higher than expected. A child who cannot pass high school should have average intelligence and concentration, but his seriousness and speed of progress are once again It broke his stereotype for the first time and his mentality was very stable.
The first time he fought Xu, he was really in a hurry, but he didn't need to help him. This second time, he was even calm and his face was just a little red with excitement. The progress was very obvious!
On the contrary, he seems to be the one who always likes to make a fuss, which is really evil.
“Did you just see it, Gongshu, that girl is the God of Death. Although she looks similar to you, she may be older than our grandmother.”
He and Ji Xing walked away together like passers-by. He pointed at Ji Xing's Zanxu Chuchu and said, "The Death Overlord costume and Zanpakutō on their bodies are signs of their identity. I have seen her several times, she should be The Shinigami who is currently stationed in Karakura Town, don’t provoke her normally, and try your best not to let anyone else know that you are a Perfect Master.”
According to Nakamura Sparrow's previous explanation, the enmity between Perfectionists and the God of Death came from a hundred years ago. At that time, the ancestors followed a God of Death to fight with other Gods of Death, risking their lives. However, they were abandoned by the God of Death they were following after suffering serious damage in the battle. .
As for the Death Gods who once fought against them, they will not treat them badly. They have been strictly supervising them for decades. They don’t know why or when they will be targeted. Therefore, it is difficult to count the battles and silent casualties!
Because of this, most perfectionists are hidden in the city. They may be salespersons in shopping malls, white-collar workers in clubs, high school students, college students, and even aunts buying vegetables in the market.
Except for X, a special combat force formed with the participation of high-level members of the organization to fight against the God of Death, other Perfectionists are relatively loose. For someone with such a special identity as Nakamura Nagogo Roku, the total number of Perfectionists he knows is less than 20.
Prevent the radish from being dug out and brought out of the mud.
Ten days since he joined, Ji Xing has never seen a perfectionist other than Nakamura Que, but he only took half of Nakamura Que's words seriously.
It’s not that I doubt this ‘teacher’, it’s that Nakamura doesn’t have enough status and what he knows may not be true.
Seeing Ji Xing nod and listening to his emphasis, Nakamura Que smiled and said, "Let's stop here today. I'll introduce someone to you tomorrow."
Ji Xing was startled and looked surprised: "Human? Is he a Perfectionist like us?"
Only at this time could Nakamura Que show some dignity as an elder. He smiled and said, "You will know tomorrow. Go back and have a good rest."
After saying that, without waiting for Ji Xing to ask again, he waved his hand and smoked a cigarette and left calmly. After watching him disappear, Ji Xing shook the cloak that concealed his hang glider, grabbed his pockets with both hands, and returned to his home.
When passing a building, he paused briefly for two seconds and frowned slightly.
That’s ‘Kurosaki Hospital’!
“It’s weird, did Vice Captain Aizen, who abandoned the Fullbringers more than 80 years ago, still synthesize and study Xubai? That’s not reasonable.”
Not exploring the mystery here for the time being, Ji Xing returned to the house left by his 'dead parents'. He hung up his hang glider cloak, and a piece of black feather fell off from the cloak. He clicked and clicked several buttons while dancing. The lamp shattered and disappeared.
“The recovery speed of strength is not bad, and that matter can almost be completed!”
The transformation of the physical body into a **** of death is based on the same principle as the Perfection Technique. The Full Manifestation Technique transforms the glider into a spirit child and changes its form, and the physical death **** transformation is to transform one's own physical body into a spirit child and stabilize it into a **** of death.
A set of Death Tyrant outfit suddenly appeared and covered Ji Xing. He opened his eyes, stood up and walked a few steps, holding out a finger to the light switch.
One of the broken roads·Chong! ’
Snapped!
A stream of light hit the switch, with just enough power to make the room dark again. Ji Xing's clothes also returned from the dead tyrant's clothes to their original state.
“It’s okay, but the ghost craftsmanship is not developed.”
The first physical death state is not stable enough for the time being. If it lasts for a long time, there is a risk of not being able to turn back into a human being. However, after ten days of hard work, we have finally taken a small step. Next... we can make a big leap forward!
…
On the other side, the abandoned warehouse base.
"Predator 'Black Feather'? The guy we have been searching for for a long time has come to Karakura Town?" Kunan Bai looked at the team members in front of him with wide eyes, but his voice was very low: "Okay, I understand, don't tell Vice-captain Hiyori, please find Kuroba’s location quickly and then quietly...tell me..."
The team member's blinking actions made her words become choppy. When Bian Zui turned around, she saw Hiyori standing silently behind her, and she immediately hugged Hiyori's arm.
“Hiyori-chan, let me give it to you just once, my Zanpakutō is almost rusty...”
"When have you ever used a Zanpakutō?" Hiyori curled her lips and said ruthlessly: "Others can do it, but this 'Black Feather' can't!"
Kunan Shiro was startled, and soon figured out the reason, and muttered: "Okay, okay, Hiyori-chan should be careful not to make too much noise."
“You have the nerve to remind me.”
"hey-hey-"
…
Early morning the next day, Ji Xing’s house.
At less than 6:30 in the morning, Ji Xing woke up with a knock on the door. He put on his slippers and opened the door. What he saw was a strange man.
He was about 30 years old, tall and thin, with a white face and no beard. He was wearing a white coat and had a kind smile. He said: "Hirakawa Kouki? Right."
“It’s me, you are…”
“I am Gouliu’s friend. Didn’t he tell you that I would come to see you today?”
"Ah...oh!" Ji Xing suddenly said: "Didn't Uncle Nakamura come with you? Are you the same as us... come and sit first?"
"Gouliu has something to do, and I may not be able to take you with me today. He told me about your general situation, so he entrusted me to train you for a day. It seems that I came too early. Do you want to give you some time to wash up and tidy up?" the man asked.
“Ah, that’s it, no need, no need.”
Ji Xing turned around and got into the bathroom: "Just give me three minutes, it will be quick!"
“Haha, no rush.” The man smiled, looked at the glider cloak on the hanger, and his smile became a little deeper.
…
Half an hour later, the master of the art came to the izakaya.
A man nearly two meters tall, with an extremely strong build and brown skin walked in. He had brown curly hair and covered one eye. The other eye exposed had a warmth that was not consistent with his physique.
“Sister Miyuki, hasn’t the teacher arrived yet?”
"Ah, Chado." The yawning Komatoyo smiled at the visitor: "You're here so early, well, Brother Mizoroku hasn't come yet. Did he say he wanted to introduce you to a friend, Kouki?"
Chadu Taihu nodded silently.
"Haha, Gongshu is also a dull gourd. He usually talks very little, but he is a little better than you. And let me tell you, he mastered the Wanxen technique immediately after understanding Wanxian surgery, which is better than you who used it for three days. Much faster.”
Komatoyo Miyuki was talking with a smile, then suddenly sighed: "Oh, that's great. Unlike me, you guys haven't mastered the art of expression in four years..."
“Sister Miyuki…”
“It’s okay, I’m used to it, maybe it’s a good thing that I can’t master it. Like you, danger will come to your door without knowing when.”
2k9, hell. Sorry, something happened at home, alas.
(End of this chapter)