Bleach: Getting Stronger Starting from Teaching at the Spiritual Arts Academy

July continued, "Isshin, I hope that when I come back I'll see that you've already mastered 'Shunpo Iaijutsu'."

"Sousuke, I trust your training. You can manage it yourself. But you have to keep an eye on Isshin for me. He'll definitely slack off when I'm not here. If you have time, give Isane, Soya, and Lisa some pointers on swordsmanship and Kido."

"Teacher, don't worry, I'll keep an eye on them." Aizen Sousuke nodded gently.

"Is the teacher going on a long trip?" Shiba Isshin shouted. "I want to go too!"

"Practice your sword properly! You're the laziest one, even Lisa, who started the course last, is almost catching up with you!"

Chapter 168 Big Dog

A few days later, on July 4th, the four arrived in Suzuka Ward.

Their attire was similar to that of ordinary residents of Rukongai, and they even wore straw hats on their heads, so no one recognized them along the way.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's "study abroad" was not driven by any strong purpose; he just went wherever the road took him.

Suzuka Ward is the 50th ward in the west. Once you get here, you've entered a region of Rukongai that is poor in resources and has relatively bad public security.

The security situation will significantly improve as time goes on.

Kyoraku Shunsui looked around, trying to find an izakaya or liquor store to buy some drinks: "It's just a district away, but it feels like a world of difference!"

They had just come from the 49th district in the west, where the residents' spirit was significantly different from that of the residents here.

In comparison, it was as if they had stepped from a working-class area into a slum.

The top-ranked areas are full of energy and have a positive attitude towards life.

Upon arriving in Suzuka Ward, the residents on the streets seemed like puppets, moving about numbly.

With his hands tucked into his sleeves, Jushiro Ukitake said casually, "You often stay in the noble district and don't know much about the Rukongai. These lower-ranked areas are short of resources, and it's common for residents to fight over the few resources they have."

July casually remarked, "The Shinigami of the Tenth Division don't interfere with the residents' fights when they're on patrol, right? Why not send Shinigami to guard various areas and manage public order? If there are more stable areas, there will naturally be more residents born in Soul Society, right?"

The inhabitants of Soul Society are spiritual life forms composed of spiritual particles, and like life in the human world, they also possess the ability to reproduce.

Furthermore, due to the high concentration of spiritual particles in Soul Society, the probability of a life form born in Soul Society possessing spiritual particle aptitude is higher than that of a soul reincarnated in the human world.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni thought for a moment and felt that this would indeed help strengthen the Shinigami team. He nodded slightly and said, "It's a good suggestion. As a patrol and security force, the 10th Division should take on the responsibility of maintaining order in Rukongai."

The current 10th Division is only responsible for dealing with Hollow invasions and rebellions, but Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni plans to include public security management in the patrol and security team's responsibilities.

"Finally found it..." Kyoraku Shunsui found an izakaya and was overjoyed. "We've been walking for so long, we should eat something and rest!"

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni did not refuse and led the three of them into the izakaya.

This izakaya (Japanese pub) along the street has a liquor store right next to it. Once you walk in, the two are connected, so it's obvious that they're owned by the same person.

"Welcome! What would you four like to order? We've just received a new batch of citrus liqueur from Akita Ward. It's made with seasonal citrus and is absolutely delicious! Would you like to try some?"

As soon as the four entered, a young man with a beaming smile greeted them and introduced the restaurant's specialties.

"Orange wine? That's quite rare. Shall we try it?" Kyoraku Shunsui was very interested. Seeing that the others had no objections, he took out his money pouch from his pocket. "Tsk, the prices here aren't cheap... Give me four servings of orange wine and some snacks to go with it."

Kyoraku Shunsui glanced at the prices on the menu and paid for the drinks and snacks.

"Alright!" The young man accepted the money, his smile widening. "Please take a seat, we'll serve you the food shortly."

In July, the four of them found a table by the window and sat down.

The snacks were all prepared, and within a few minutes, the young man brought them out.

Several small dishes of snacks were served in front of each person to accompany their drinks.

In July, I took a small sip of the orange wine. It tasted great, sweet with a hint of tartness. After swallowing, a lingering orange sweetness remained in my throat.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni took a sip of orange wine, his brow relaxing slightly: "Not bad! This orange wine is from Inuyama, isn't it?"

"You're very knowledgeable, sir!" the young man said with a grin. "You're right, this shipment came from Inuyama!"

Kyoraku Shunsui laughed, "It tastes better than plum wine. It seems we should buy more when we go to Akita Ward next time!"

The young man shook his head: "If guests still want to drink orange wine, they can only buy it here."

Kyoraku Shunsui looked surprised: "What, you've bought up all the orange liqueurs in Akita Ward?"

"Disgraceful!" Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni glared at Kyoraku Shunsui. "Inuyama is the territory of the werewolf clan. The werewolf clan rejects outsiders, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter!"

"I see..." Kyoraku Shunsui scratched his face; he didn't know about this.

Jushiro Ukitake had heard of the werewolf clan and asked the young man, "The werewolf clan strictly forbids outsiders from entering Inuyama. Why were you able to go to Inuyama to buy orange wine?"

The young man looked like an ordinary human, and it was obvious at a glance that he was not a werewolf.

The appearance of werewolves is very different from that of humans; they look like wolves in human form.

“We don’t dare go into Dog Mountain either. This orange wine was brought out of Dog Mountain by a werewolf,” the young man said with a smile. “We bought all the orange wine he brought out, so now you can only drink orange wine here.”

"No wonder it's so expensive..." Kyoraku Shunsui suddenly realized. He had just discovered that the prices of drinks at this shop were far higher than those at other izakayas and sake bars.

Just then, July noticed a hint of disgust on the young man's face.

However, the youths' dislike was not directed at the July Four.

In July, following his gaze, she looked out the window and saw a person whose head was completely covered by a bamboo helmet and whose hands were wrapped in cloth walking towards the izakaya.

The young man smiled at July and the others and said, "Please enjoy your meal, guests. The beggars have arrived, and I need to go deal with them."

After seeing the strange man in the bamboo tube in July, his expression changed slightly.

Although the strange man in the bamboo tube concealed his appearance, July could see his name through the panel; he was a 'familiar face'.

【Komamura Sajin】

[Talent: S]

[Spiritual Pressure: lv32]

[Reputation Level: Unknown]

[Status: Starving (Hoping to get something to eat today...)]

The bamboo tube monster is Komamura Sajin!

July understood why he carried a bamboo tube; it was specifically used to conceal the faces of the werewolf clan.

Komamura Sajin stood at the entrance of the izakaya without coming in.

The young man waved his hand impatiently: "Don't block my way, you're interfering with my business!"

Komamura Sajin took a few steps back to the left and said, "Boss, I'm hungry. Could you give me something to eat?"

The young man rolled his eyes: "This isn't a charity place; you have to pay for your meal!"

Komamura Sajin hesitated, "But the price of those orange wines I sold you..."

The young man's expression changed slightly: "The money and goods have already been exchanged, why are you still talking about this!"

Chapter 169 The Werewolf Clan

"I can sell at this price because my 'Suzuka Izakaya' is a century-old establishment in Suzuka Ward. Can your wholesale price be the same?" The young shop owner's voice also became a bit sharper. "Go look elsewhere and see if anyone will buy your dubious liquor."

After a moment of silence, Komamura Sajin said, "I can work at your shop, I just need to exchange it for some food..."

The young man seemed to have thought of something, and his expression softened. "If you can supply me with orange wine on a long-term basis, then the price isn't out of the question... I can raise the purchase price a bit..."

Komamura Sajin shook his head: "I will not be going back to Inuyama."

The young man scoffed, "Then there's nothing to talk about. I don't need any help here, and with your appearance, you'd probably scare all my customers away!"

The young man waved his hand impatiently: "Don't block my way, you're affecting my business!"

Just as July was about to take the opportunity to strike up a conversation with Komamura Sajin, the tip of Komamura Sajin's nose, hidden under the bamboo tube, twitched.

The canines' keen noses allowed Komamura Sajin to smell a scent coming from afar. His expression immediately changed, and he left without saying another word to the young man.

Not long after Komamura Sajin left, four people wearing bamboo helmets appeared from the other end of the street.

They stopped when they passed by the Suzuka Izakaya.

“Komamura Sajin stayed here for a while,” one of them said.

“I smell orange liqueur…” the other person said.

"It must be the orange sake that Komamura Sajin brought out."

"Never mind that, he hasn't been gone long, hurry and chase after him!"

Four strange men wearing bamboo tubes chased after Komamura Sajin in the direction he had gone.

Kyoraku Shunsui withdrew his gaze from the window: "Those strange people wearing bamboo hats, they must be the werewolf clan, right?"

In July, the group's hearing was so sharp that they could hear every conversation outside clearly.

“It should be them.” Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni nodded slightly. “When I created the Thirteenth Division, I visited them and assigned Inuyama and the surrounding area to the werewolf clan. They also made an agreement with me that they would not actively harm Shinigami or the residents of Rukongai.”

July asked curiously, "I haven't heard much about the werewolf clan in recent years. It seems they rarely leave Inuyama, right?"

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni replied, "That's true. This clan lives in seclusion in Inuyama and rarely leaves the mountain. It's quite rare to see them here today."

Those werewolves seemed to be in a hurry, probably because they had something important to do, but Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni had no interest in investigating.

After the four finished their meal, they left Suzuka Izakaya.

Meanwhile, in the river outside the streets of Suzuka Ward, slowly rising bubbles broke the calm of the water's surface.

The bubbles slowly approached the riverbank, and with a splash, a strange man wearing a bamboo tube on his head climbed out of the water.

Komamura Sajin escaped Suzuka Ward by diving into the water.

He left in such a hurry to escape his clansmen's pursuit.

He committed some offenses outside recently, which were reported to the werewolf clan, so the werewolf clan sent people to capture him and bring him back.

But if they get caught and taken back like this, they'll probably be locked up and it'll be very difficult for them to get out again.

Komamura Sajin didn't want to go back like this. He couldn't stand living a life of hiding in the mountains. He just wanted to stay out and explore. If he could, he would also like to become a Grim Reaper.

"Luckily there's a river. The water can wash away my scent, so they shouldn't be able to catch me for the time being," Komamura Sajin thought to himself.

He took off his bamboo helmet, revealing a head that resembled that of an Akita dog.

In his left hand, he was still holding a large fish that was struggling. The fish was plump and weighed at least ten kilograms.

He caught it while swimming in the river.

Komamura Sajin looked around the riverbank and decided to walk downstream. He needed to find a suitable place to hide and rest, make a fire, and grill the big fish.

...

At night, Komamura Sajin found a suitable place to stay in a deserted mountain.

Komamura Sajin discovered an abandoned shrine in the wilderness.

The shrine was quite dilapidated, with part of the roof collapsed and bricks and wood scattered all over the ground, clearly indicating that it had been neglected.

The statues inside lay on the ground, also broken and indistinguishable, and the appearance of the deities they served was no longer clear. They were just strangely shaped and did not resemble human figures.

After leaving the shrine, Komamura Sajin discovered a graveyard overgrown with weeds behind it.

The grave mounds and tombstones ranged in age from new to old, but even the newest graves were overgrown with weeds.

The banyan tree beside the cemetery had withered, leaving only dry branches. Several rows of crows stood on the withered branches, staring intently at the intruder.

quack-

A few piercing crows occasionally cackled from the withered branches.

"No one should come to a place like this at night," Komamura Sajin thought to himself.

After confirming that no one was there, Komamura Sajin gathered some firewood and started a fire.

However, while Komamura Sajin was grilling fish, he heard human voices and smelled human scents.

"Hey hey, I knew someone was making a fire here! Can you smell the aroma? It must be grilled fish. This place is perfect for resting. Let's stay here at the shrine tonight."

"Your nose is even more sensitive than a dog's."

Komamura Sajin heard the conversation in the courtyard in front of the shrine and quickly picked up the bamboo helmet that was next to him and put it on.

"Why would anyone come here at night..." Komamura Sajin sighed inwardly.

He had intended to find a secluded place to rest, but he hadn't expected that starting a fire there would be seen by passersby at the foot of the desolate mountain, attracting their attention.