The Supreme Soul, Starting with Death

There is no such thing as inheritance between the virtual and the virtual. In the past, even if Gu Shi knew that the things he researched had flaws, he could not ask the old-fashioned Adjuchas for advice (to deliver food to his door). He could only discover and improve them slowly in actual combat and accumulate experience over a long period of time.

But Shinigami are different. Before becoming a true Shinigami, every Shinigami enters the Shinigami Academy and undergoes six years of systematic teaching, learning "Sword Fist Demon Walk".

Needless to say, "Zanpakuto" refers to the techniques of fighting using a Zanpakuto.

The fist refers to bare-handed fighting, which is a fighting technique without weapons;

The demon realm includes the demon path, the demon path, the demon path, and the demon path;

Walking is the instantaneous step by which Death moves quickly, walking on air.

Before the Arrancar appeared, Zanpakuto were exclusively Shinigami's weapons, no doubt about it. Kido and Shunpo also require a high level of control over spiritual energy, which the chaotic spiritual energy of the Hollows simply could not learn.

However, this kind of martial arts, called "white-handed fighting," is something that even a Great Hollow can learn. If he could become friends with Asido and receive his guidance, Jiro could even save hundreds of years in his research on martial arts.

The phrase "several hundred years" is not an exaggeration at all. Asido is clearly a Grim Reaper with rich combat experience. His more than two hundred years of experience is valuable enough in itself, not to mention that he also received six years of systematic education. The "foundation" he learned in school is, in some ways, even more valuable than his two hundred years of experience.

After all, the "basic teaching materials" that are destined to be passed on to all novice Shinigami are things that have been summarized from a superior perspective by generations of captain-level Shinigami over the past thousand years. Even ordinary captains are not qualified to participate in the writing of the teaching materials. Only the top captains are qualified to leave their names on the title page of the teaching materials.

The so-called basic teaching materials are simple, yet incredibly valuable.

It's quite possible that the "new technique" that Jiro is secretly researching here was actually proven to be unworkable by a certain captain a thousand years ago in the Shinigami's lineage, and written into the basic teaching materials, warning generation after generation of new Shinigami not to waste their time on this dead end.

Therefore, in Gu Shi's eyes, Asido was a super treasure trove. Even though Asido always acted coldly, Gu Shi had no intention of giving up on building a good relationship with him just because he was willing to come to his Hollow camp to recuperate.

Upon hearing Asido's refusal on the grounds of "hunting the void," Gu Shi immediately burst into laughter.

"If your goal, Asido, is to kill as many Hollows as possible, then joining us is the best option."

Although Asido remained unmoved, Gu Shi knew that the fact that he had stopped and did not leave immediately meant that Asido was indeed interested in the idea of ​​"killing more Hollows," so he continued smoothly.

"What Tianpeng and I are looking for is buried underground. When we get there, we'll inevitably have to defeat all the Hollows around there before we can dig in peace. After all, you know the nature of Hollows. Even rational individuals cannot communicate peacefully until one side defeats the other."

"Tianpeng and I have no interest in killing. After we take down those guys, if any of the Void creatures are lucky enough to survive, we won't bother to finish them off, as long as it doesn't interfere with our digging. But if you, Asido, are planning to finish them off, Tianpeng and I won't stop you."

"Considering the density of Hollows in the Great Hollow Forest, there are probably quite a few Hollows that we will be able to defeat this time. If you act with us and finish them off, you can definitely hunt down more Hollows than if you act alone."

Gu Shi's statement was reasonable and well-founded, and there was no deception involved. Asido also knew that if Gu Shi and his group really intended to dig for something and wanted to use peaceful communication to get the other Void to make room for them, that was just wishful thinking. The only feasible solution was to take them all down.

Asido hesitated for a moment. His purpose in staying in Hueco Mundo was to kill as many Hollows as possible. Now that a rare opportunity was in front of him, should he really give it up because of his inner conflict?

Seeing Asido hesitate, Gu Shi smiled, glanced at Jiro who was breaking the neck of a certain Kylian in the distance, and continued to add with heartfelt sincerity.

"I hope you don't misunderstand, Ashido. I didn't have any bad intentions in inviting you; I'm just worried about your safety. After all, we don't know how far our destination is. If it's far, with the excavation time, it might take us ten days or even a month to make a round trip."

"In order to quickly clear out the Hollows at our destination, Erlang will definitely be traveling with us. For such a long time, without the three of us to help guard the camp, if you get injured while hunting Hollows, you probably won't be able to recover in peace. You might even be ambushed by other Hollows while you're recovering."

As he spoke, Gu Shi couldn't help but shake his head and pat Tianpeng on the shoulder.

"You are a stubborn and upright person. Although you are a Shinigami, I quite like you. Your actions are worthy of the name Shinigami. It would be a real pity if you died in Hueco Mundo so early. Moreover, it's not just me; my comrades also have a great fondness for you."

Tianpeng smiled and waved to Axido, indicating that Gu Shi was right and that he did indeed have feelings for Axido.

Although the mask concealed his smile, Asido did see the kindness in his smiling red eyes.

Finally, the serious and indifferent expression on Asido's face disappeared for the first time. He sighed in disappointment and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"I truly deserve the name of the Grim Reaper. I myself don't understand what exactly constitutes the Grim Reaper."

After briefly revealing his confusion, Asido quickly regained his composure, adopting a businesslike demeanor, and bowed solemnly to Gu Shi.

"Lord Gu Shi, please allow me to travel with you."

Even Ashido himself didn't understand why he agreed to act with the three-headed Hollow.

It was because he had done the math in his mind: without anyone to help guard him, the speed of healing from injuries would be slower, the speed of hunting Voids would decrease, and the number of Voids he could kill would be far less than if he were acting with Gu Shi and the others.

Or is it simply because, when he himself was denying himself, the Hollow, who should have been his enemy, recognized him, saying that he was an upright person and that he was worthy of the name of Shinigami?

Asido was still confused, but he had finally taken the first step, the first step of walking and cooperating with the Great Hollow.

Gu Shi smiled with satisfaction, waved to Jiro who was running back with a Killian by the neck, and gave a loud order as the leader of the squad.

"Then, let's go!"

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Chapter Seventy-Five: Simplicity

"Delicious, so delicious! I've never tasted anything so good before!"

The boy, who had developed some muscle and was no longer considered "skinny," was now so excited that his face contorted in a grimace. Tears of emotion streamed down his face as he chewed happily. Anyone could see that he was completely immersed in the paradise of food.

Strangely, although he kept repeating the actions 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, it was probably just a few bits of meat that he accidentally bit off from the sides of his mouth while chewing excitedly.

Yusuke watched the boy's happy expression, chewing on the dry, hard jerky that resembled firewood, a faint smile on his face. Only after he had finished the small amount of jerky in his hand did he gently clap his hands in front of the boy.

The crisp sound of clapping caused the boy's expression to change abruptly, from extreme happiness to a sense of loss at the moment of losing everything. He even ignored the sharp pain in his mouth and the pungent smell of blood, anxiously scanning the surroundings, trying to find the food that had surrounded him just moments before.

"Great, it seems this attempt was a success. Seeing your happy expression, even the awful jerky doesn't seem so hard to swallow anymore."

Yuusuke chuckled and teased the boy a few times, then gently pushed the plate of dried meat in front of him, gesturing for him to eat something real to replenish his nutrition.

At this moment, the boy finally accepted the reality that everything he had just experienced was an illusion. Disappointed, he picked up a piece of jerky, but as soon as he put it in his mouth, he couldn't help but gag and spit it out.

When he first arrived in Soul Society, if he was lucky enough to eat a bite of jerky, even just a few crumbs, it would be an unparalleled pleasure for him. But after tasting those delicacies in his hallucinations that made him want to swallow his tongue, eating this fishy and astringent jerky made him feel nauseous and wanted to vomit.

The boy covered his mouth to prevent himself from actually vomiting, and looked at Yusuke with pleading eyes.

Yusuke gave him a seemingly indulgent smile and gently tapped his forehead. Instantly, the boy's mouth was filled with a wonderful, blissful taste. He perked up again and devoured the hard-to-swallow jerky with ravenous speed. He even chewed on the air for a while, not quite satisfied, until the taste in his mouth disappeared before finally stopping.

He clicked his tongue in regret, but still couldn't find the lost flavor. The boy could only calm himself down and look at Yusuke in confusion.

"Boss Yuzhu, you can clearly control all five senses except hearing, so why don't you control your sense of taste when you eat, and instead force yourself to eat these disgusting things?"

Ever since Yusuke discovered how to control his sense of taste through spiritual power, the boy would always ask Yusuke to modify his sense of taste every time he ate, making even the simplest food taste like an exquisite delicacy. However, Yusuke himself never modified his sense of taste, and he would eat the food exactly as it was, no matter how unpalatable it was.

The boy couldn't understand Yusuke's actions. Why endure that unpleasant taste when he could have a better experience?

Yuusuke smiled and shook his head, not spouting any grand principles like "how can someone who controls illusions become addicted to them?" He simply gestured for the boy to look at the sky outside.

"Shota, you wasted a lot of time in the hallucination this time. If you don't hurry back, those people will probably become suspicious."

The boy was startled and then noticed that the sunlight outside the window was already dim. Sure enough, a wonderful experience can make people forget the passage of time. He felt like he hadn't been eating for long in the illusion, but it was already this time. He quickly stood up and bowed to Yusuke to say goodbye.

"Boss Yuzhu, I'll head back now and come find you again tomorrow!"

After Yusuke smiled and nodded, the boy who had bowed ninety degrees straightened up and reluctantly left Yusuke's hut.

As soon as he stepped out of that wooden door, the dirty and chaotic street came into view once again. In the dim alleyway and street corner, some fierce-looking people were staring at him with eyes full of jealousy and hatred.

The boy smiled smugly, straightened his back, and swaggered away under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

The boy knew why those people were jealous of him. He was now not only a member of the large organization "Nobushi," but also had an increasingly close relationship with his older brother Yusuke. It would be strange if these guys, who could only survive at the very bottom of Rukongai, weren't jealous.

Yu-suke dislikes going out, finding the gazes of others uncomfortable. But the boy is different; he enjoys the jealousy and attention these people give him. Without their misfortune, how could his own happiness stand out?

Comparison can make happiness even happier.

If they knew that it wouldn't be long before I enrolled at the Shinigami Academy with Yusuke and became a Shinigami they could only kneel on the ground and look up to, they would be even more jealous of me, right?

Perhaps they don't even dare to be jealous, and can only look up to me?

The boy grew increasingly smug, humming a broken tune through his nose as he strolled through the dirty, chaotic streets with great enjoyment. Only when he returned to the area controlled by "Wild Fu" did he finally restrain himself. By then, it was already dark. The boy lowered his head and walked to a wooden house with an oil lamp lit up, gently knocking on the door.

"Come in."

A deep, hoarse voice came from behind the door. It was the voice of the leader of the organization "Wild Ambush," who was said to have injured his throat in a fight.

The boy secretly recalled the gossip about his boss, respectfully pushed open the door, bowed and walked in, and took the initiative to tell the story of "his interactions with Yusuke" that he had already fabricated.

The skill of lying seemed to be deeply ingrained in his bones. He could easily concoct a series of lies without much thought. The boy guessed that he must have been a very fond of lying in his previous life. He was very grateful for the skill he had honed in lying in his previous life, which allowed him to easily deceive others and thrive even after death in the Soul Society.

As expected, just like Yusuke, who was so naive that he wouldn't doubt others, the boss also thought he was a fool who couldn't lie. After listening to the story he made up, he had no doubts and nodded in satisfaction.

"Well done. Maintain a good relationship with Yusuke. Once he becomes a Shinigami, you'll be Nobushi's second-in-command."

The boy curled his lip in disdain, secretly mocking this worthless boss who only knew the same few motivational phrases for his subordinates, and hadn't come up with anything new in all this time.

However, I don't need anything new. Before long, I'll become the Grim Reaper. Who cares about your lowly rewards?

Yusuke is an absolute genius. Even if he becomes a Shinigami, he will definitely become a big shot among Shinigami very quickly. All I need to do is cling to his coattails and look forward to his reward.

The boy, who was disdainful in his heart, became even more submissive, bowing his head lower and lower.

"Yes! Boss, don't worry about leaving it to me! I'll definitely complete the mission perfectly."

Across from the boy, Yusuke chewed on a dry, hard piece of jerky, his eyes full of a gentle smile.

Outside the window, the sun was high in the sky, and it was noon.

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Chapter Seventy-Six: The Black Cat

"Old man, why did you call me back in such a hurry?"

The small black cat sat on the coffee table, looking annoyed that its dried fish had been stolen. It glared at the sprightly old man opposite it and complained indignantly.

"That Kisuke guy, relying on his intelligence, has been subtly mocking me. Today I'm going to beat the crap out of him!"

The old man was calmly drinking his tea when he heard this and almost choked. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and formed a binding spell in his mouth, wrapping the tea in a small ball and sending it down his throat into his stomach. He managed to avoid coughing and save face for his elders. He slammed his hand on the table in anger.

"How can a girl use such foul language! You are the future head of the Shihōin family, you should pay attention to your image. Also, this is not how you use the family's secret techniques. Immediately change back for me!"

The old man was furious, looking like he wanted to devour someone, but the kitten, despite being yelled at, was not afraid at all, rolled its eyes and slowly licked its paws.

"Alright, alright, Grandpa, you can't get so angry. Getting angry is bad for your health. Besides, Mom already told me that. I was just saying it casually. When you were young, you really beat the old man of the Shimizu family so badly that he vomited. Why are you so concerned about your image when you're disciplining me?"

When his youthful exploits were exposed, the old man's eyes widened even more, as if he was about to unleash some foul language, but he stopped himself at the last moment and revealed a smug smile.

"Hey, Xi Hui only said that I hit someone, but he didn't tell you that even when I was hitting him, I didn't lose my manners. In the end, I politely reminded him that his crotch was dirty and that it was an insult to the image of a nobleman. Did he ask him to come to our house to clean himself before going home?"

The little black cat's eyes widened. It had never heard its mother mention this before. It paused for a moment, and although it thought its grandfather would be reluctant to let it get dirty, it still obediently jumped off the coffee table, transformed back into its original form, and knelt down opposite the old man.

Seeing that the black cat had transformed into his familiar granddaughter, whose wheat-colored face still looked so healthy, the old man nodded in satisfaction and gave a proud hum.

"Yuki only instigates you to go against me because I spoil you. Yoruichi, you're so smart, haven't you ever thought of asking her why she never dares to contradict me in front of me?"

Reminded by the old man, Yoruichi finally remembered that her fearless mother had never talked back to her grandfather, and her father, who was such a rough and burly man, always acted like a little white rabbit in front of her grandfather.

Aren't they...respecting the elderly?

Suddenly, Yoruichi remembered a time when she was arguing with her grandfather, which Kisuke happened to see. Afterwards, Kisuke seemed to sigh with great awe.