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Chapter 103 100: 120%

After setting the most basic plan, Matsushita Yusuke showed no sign of relaxing.

After all, his opponent in half a month would be a captain-level figure, so he had to go all out.

So the first thing to do was to apply for leave from the Spirit Arts Academy—the procedures went surprisingly smoothly, and Matsushita Yusuke felt that Team Thirteen was starting to exert its strength.

After taking leave, Matsushita Yusuke moved to live near the Second Division.

Knowing the whole story, Yoruichi Shihouin very open-mindedly expressed her willingness to sponsor him, covering all his food and lodging expenses, and also offering other forms of assistance.

This was a huge help.

After all, Aizen's authority is limited to the level of a vice-captain, which makes him somewhat inadequate in terms of "finding people".

Having a powerful nobleman endorse it was a lifesaver in their immediate crisis.

By practicing with two to three teammates every day, Yusuke Matsushita was doing his best to improve his skills.

Surprisingly, Soi Fon didn't bother him, and didn't even ask him to do any chores.

"Come back and clean after you're done—I'll make you clean the toilet for a year!"

This guy really doesn't know how to say anything nice.

With a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, mixed feelings), on the tenth day of sparring, Matsushita Yusuke finally managed to unleash his Zanpakuto.

[Elemental System: 30]

Become!

Yusuke Matsushita couldn't wait to try it out, and then revealed a rather subtle expression.

"Holy crap—"

With that gasp, the Zanpakuto in his hand slightly deformed, and then—

A bright flash of light appeared, but it flickered and disappeared as quickly as a fleeting glimpse of a flower.

Although Zanpakuto can enter Shikai state.

But now there's a very troublesome problem—it seems to be an ability related to the fire element?

Of course, Yusuke Matsushita himself didn't have any objections to it.

However, considering the current state of Soul Society, with Yamamoto's Zanka no Tachi standing in the lead, he really didn't think any other fire-wielding master could compare to this guy.

You have to understand that he's on Aizen's side, so he'll eventually have to run into Yamamoto.

When the old man sees that you also play with fire, he'll probably be grinning from ear to ear—Wow! Little thing, you're quite perceptive. Come on, let me see how fierce your fire is!

however.

After briefly understanding the mechanics and abilities of his Zanpakuto, Matsushita Yusuke couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

His expression was quite amusing.

"This ability—"

They followed a completely different path from Yamamoto.

Furthermore—if they perform well, it seems they might be able to rival him? Of course, this is just the opinion of the person involved.

In short, this is interesting!

"And it can be used during competitions—"

If the opponent is Oni Yanjo, this thing is practically a special attack!

at the same time.

Inside the Eleventh Division barracks.

Gui Yancheng's roar reverberated throughout the courtyard like a thunderclap from a clear sky, carrying an almost hysterical quality.

"Where's the wine?! Where's the wine?! Bring it to me!!!"

Snapped! ! !

The jar crashed to the ground, spilling wine everywhere. A shard of wine bounced off and cut the corner of an unfortunate man's eye.

Blood gushed down, but the guy gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound.

It hurts a bit.

But he's still alive; if he attracts Guiyan City, then he's doomed.

Inside the spacious yet dimly lit dojo, a slightly tipsy Oni Yancheng shook his head and raised his left hand, pointing at the team member beside him.

"You, you, and you! Today it's the three of you—come with me for sparring!"

It's like the King of Hell calling in the roll call.

The three people who were chosen turned pale and trembled, as if they had been scared out of their wits.

"Captain! Captain, please spare me! I don't want to be a member anymore, I quit, I quit—"

Before he could finish speaking...

Gui Yancheng's large hand covered his head, gripping it tightly.

He was already broad-shouldered, and the average person's physique would appear as exaggerated as a dwarf next to him.

"What a joke! You've all been living the high life under my wing, and now you want to leave? You might as well die!"

'

Snapped!

His head was completely crushed by being squeezed.

Various filth splattered onto their bodies, making the already gloomy dojo even colder.

The Eleventh Division has a rather unique nature —

This statement applies to all members of the team as well. Under the name of Oni Kenpachi, these thugs from Rukongai get along well with him and the two sides get along very well.

But such a relationship is not to be taken seriously.

This is even more true now that they've turned against each other.

"Hey! I—we're going, we'll go with the captain!"

"That's good, hurry up."

Gui Yancheng coldly swept his gaze around.

There aren't many people left—but it's enough.

As for "reserves before the great war", it was enough for him to make final preparations.

He didn't want to die, and he didn't want to lose. He had thought he was doomed, but unexpectedly, that kid accepted the challenge—

Then things become very simple.

In the battle five days later, he will reclaim everything that belongs to him, and the Eleventh Division will still be his!

With a surge of energy, Oni-Iron Castle Kenpachi's breathing became much heavier. It was hard to tell if it was just his imagination—but his size seemed to subtly increase again.

He seemed to have lost his human form.

It slowly approached something inhuman—

"what!"

Screams could be heard frequently from within the Eleventh Division, causing the people who originally lived nearby to move away, no longer daring to stay in this place for even a moment longer.

Both sides have reasons why they cannot afford to lose.

With a mix of anticipation and trepidation, five days passed in the blink of an eye.

at last.

The day of the duel has arrived.

Soi Fon woke up before dawn.

She jumped up and jogged across the corridor.

Her steps were light, and she wore a loose, sleeveless night outfit, her figure swaying like a black butterfly.

Snapped!

Soi Fon ripped open the sliding door and shouted loudly with great energy.

"Get up! Hurry up!"

Yusuke Matsushita, who was huddled under the covers, poked his head out, looking completely bewildered.

What time is it now?

"Today is very important! Many team captains will be there, so you have to be mindful of your image."

Soi Fon quickly stepped forward and yanked back the covers off Matsushita Yusuke. She reached out and helped him sit up, then began to tidy his hair.

"This is part of etiquette, and it's very important. Secondly—you went to bed early last night, didn't you? Eight hours is enough; sleeping any longer will only make you feel tired."

Justified and convincing.

Yusuke Matsushita yawned and stood up unsteadily.

Soi Fon circled around to the front of him, clasped her hands together, and snapped them together, trapping Matsushita Yusuke's cheeks.

She gently pulled her lips inward, squeezing them into a slightly distorted "o" shape.

"So, are you confident?"

Yusuke Matsushita blinked. The door behind Soi Fon opened, the morning sun rose slowly, and the light blue curtain was gradually receding.

He also flashed his signature hearty smile.

"I will definitely win."

Soi Fon hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head and chuckled softly.

"That's good."

Her hands slid down and rested on Matsushita Yusuke's shoulders. Soi Fon tilted her head forward slightly, as if instinctively wanting to lean closer.

But she stopped quickly and naturally turned her head to the side.

Not only did she not show her smile, but she also only made fleeting attempts at acting cute. This can be considered a unique way of expressing arrogance.

Yusuke Matsushita seems to like this approach quite a bit.

Mmm~ Delicious!

"By the way, could you knock before coming in next time? Also—don't just pull off someone's blanket like that, don't you think it's very impolite?"

"What privacy do you have? Hurry up and change! Wear this outfit! I spent ages picking it out for you yesterday!"

"—Sometimes you can really hurt people with your words."

Breathe, adjust.

While chatting and laughing, Matsushita Yusuke completely adjusted his mental state.

This is him now.

It should be possible—no, it will definitely be able to unleash 120% of its full potential!