"Hello, Captain Yamamoto, I am the Sanhuisheng of Shinho Spiritual Art Academy, Hanyu Dao San."

Although Shiba Konghe himself did not pay attention to these things, he was very careful about his younger brother and Dao San in etiquette.

Yamamoto Kinrikushiro Yukishi, and Dao San's understanding of him is limited to his strongest death god in the corpse soul world for thousands of years.

However, when talking about this adult, Aunt Ru Lu Ran Ju would sit cross-legged and show a look of admiration.

"Raise your head, Hanyu Dao San."

The sound was as heavy as a mountain. Dao San raised his head, a bare head, a cross scar on his forehead, and his eyes were as turbid as those old men in the evening, but deep.

A gray beard tied up to the waist, pressing his hands against a wooden stick.

An inexplicable sense of fear rose in Dao San's heart, and the ones who were not on Dao San's waist were trembling slightly.

Dao San subconsciously pressed down on Buyin's blade body.

It's ironic, you'll be afraid when you're safe.

When it is dangerous, it is the first time to touch your knife.

Yamamoto lowered his head slightly, twisted his hand on the wooden stick gently, and the pressure faded like a tide.

It was not until this time that Dao San realized that his back had been wet with sweat.

Dao San doesn't know.

Even though he saw countless people, it should be said that Yamamoto, who witnessed the history of the Soul World, was also a little surprised by the performance of Dao San Hanyu at this time.

As the living fossil and the strongest man in the corpse soul world, his spiritual pressure is as vast as the sea, even exceeding the limitations of his spiritual body, so Yamamoto generally does not and cannot completely suppress his spiritual pressure.

There is a qualitative difference between the spiritual pressure of the general God of Death and Yamamoto. In their eyes, Yamamoto's spiritual pressure is no different from the spiritual son floating in the corpse soul world.

Although the pressure was gone at this time, Dao San was still a little uneasy.

Yamamoto glanced at Dao San, and the more he looked, the more he liked it. He had the information about the second and twelfth teams.

Compared to talent, Yamamoto prefers his sincere heart that has gone through disasters but has not changed his original intention.

Also, his "delicious" aura appeared on his body.

"Do you want to learn swordsmanship?" Yamamoto asked casually.

"I don't want to." Dao San said casually.

As soon as Ci blurted out, Dao San wanted to slap himself.

What this said is simply asking for death.

Dao San, who has suffered from unforgivable troubles these days, was under too much pressure from Captain Yamamoto, and his mind was relaxed and he couldn't speak in his mind.

Yamamoto did not react, but the face of Minister Jiro Seiya was inexplicably twisted.

His relationship with Captain Yamamoto has been tempered by time. Since he knows Captain Yamamoto's personality and his feelings at this time, he doesn't have to scold Dao San like a supporting actor.

However, first the captain of the general spoke out for guidance, followed by Dao San's rejection. Such an interesting scene, the last time I saw him was the last time.

Last time, Gengmu Jianba also said that he didn't want to learn, just like Dao San, but he was beaten up.

So what would Captain Yamamoto do when facing the more well-behaved Dao San?

With the age of Minister Jiro, there are few things that will make him interested.

"I'm very sorry, Captain, I'm just recently..." Dao San wanted to explain, of course, he really had his own reason to refuse.

"Are you afraid?" Captain Yamamoto's voice calmly, leaning on a wooden stick.

"ha?"

This way, you can directly explain the reason without even explaining it. Should you really be the leader of the captain?

Dao San nodded slightly, frowned, as if he was recalling the feeling before, "I felt it when I held the knife recently..."

"Empty and murderous intent?"

"Yes." Dao San nodded and blinked twice, "But, when..."

"When you encounter danger, you will always subconsciously choose to rely on your knife, so that you will become more empty, so empty that you will always want to cut something."

God is here.

Daosan Hanyu never admired such a person. Although the captain is not good-looking, he can actually guess his heart completely.

"I heard that you want to go to the Tenth Team in a year. Do you want to think about it again?"

The fool couldn't hear the meaning of Captain Yamamoto's words.

only……

At this moment, Daosan wiped out his previous concerns and fears, and he could not let down the trust and kindness of Uncle Yixin and Aunt Ranju.

"I'm very sorry, Captain, I just don't want to change my mind anymore."

Yamamoto didn't say anything this time. He was thinking now, wouldn't there really be any problem with entrusting such a boy to that guy Yixin?

Imagine that decades later, Hanyu Daozo wore a captain Yuori, stood in captain Shimao and Shima Yixin face to face and tilted their heads and fell asleep.

It makes people like Yamamoto feel a headache.

With a "bang", a figure pushed the door and entered.

"Hey, old man Yamamoto, where is my opponent!"

The man standing at the door had no concealment of spiritual pressure, like a burning volcano, erupting at any time.

Without the need for the captain Yamamoto, the man's eyes were directly locked.

Dao San's eyes also looked at the man.

"The hedgehog's head, with a long face with a knife wound. Standing there, he obviously did nothing, gave people the feeling of being a beast looking for prey."

The above is a description of the Golden Retriever front table and the Kasudalu Riyueji.

Gengmu Jianba also noticed Dao San Hanyu, and his eyes turned flexibly, staring at Dao San Hanyu, like a beast staring at prey, "Little Devil, I ran for the afternoon to see you, you should let me have fun!"

When Gengmu Jianba saw it, Dao San lowered his head.

I met me and "run for an afternoon".

Any connection?

Yamamoto did not speak, glanced at Dao San, who looked down and seemed very scared, did not ask for the two of them, "Come on."

Dao San followed the side of several people, burying his head.

He was very scared, very scared.

What he feared was why at this time, he did not have the feeling of fear.

Every bit of his spiritual pressure and every thought, like boiling water, is restless.

"here."

A spacious training ground.

Gengmu Jianba's eyebrows moved, this is where he learned swordsmanship.

Dao San Hanyu still lowered his head, making people unable to see clearly, and he came to the middle of the battlefield silently.

Baqianliu jumped down from Gengmu's shoulders, then squatted quietly aside, blinking his big eyes, looking at the field, without any extra words, like a little girl waiting to eat persimmon cakes after a meal.

There were a few people on the scene, and there might be only one person who didn’t know much about the situation.

Minister Jiro Sei could feel the inexplicable momentum of the two rising from the field.

But Nagajiro was very curious. If it were just to cultivate Hanyu Domo San, why would he choose the beast Kiki Sword Eight?

Moreover, Mu Jianba is so formal, why doesn’t he release the spiritual pressure?

"Hahaha, hahahaha." Geng Mu Jianba's mouth curved wider and wider, and his face was distorted by his strange and arrogant smile.

"See carefully, Nagajiro."

What do you feel like...

After a long time, when the good student who heard the captain's words, Minister Jue Jiro was named by the teacher but could not answer the questions, felt inexplicably nervous.

Feel, what do you feel?

"This is pure murderous intent."

Pure murderous intent...

Minister Jiro Sei looked at it again and saw the essence of this space. His forehead was covered with sweat.

This training ground is densely wrapped with red and colorless murderous intent.

This boy.

This gentle boy who may even say sorry quietly when he meets his deskmate, actually has a murderous aura that is no less than a little muted.

How many people did he kill?

Ten thousand, one hundred thousand?
To be continued...