Chapter 610 603. Xuan Hao: Can you please die a few times first?
Chapter 610 603. Xuan Hao: Can you please die a few times first?
"Hehe, just leave this kid to me, okay? Yumichika."
The bald Shinigami looked at Kurosaki Ichigo who jumped out of the sand pit to fight, and felt the high-spirited fighting spirit in his opponent with an excited smile on his face.
This guy looks much more interesting than the guy who just cowers in the back. He likes guys who are upfront.
"Got it, then leave the rest to me."
When her name was called, Ayasegawa Yumichika responded helplessly.
The seat next to him is two seats higher than his. Strictly speaking, he is the other party's subordinate. So it's hard for him to say anything about this guy who just wasted so much time dancing.
In short, as long as he doesn't waste too much time and let others take away the credit, it doesn't make any difference to him which travel disaster he deals with.
"Ale, it seems we have been assigned?"
Xuanhao, who was still in the sandpit, said teasingly to Ichigo Kurosaki.
"So you're okay with this guy?"
Kurosaki Ichigo frowned and turned around to ask.
After all, he had never fought before, so he didn’t know the strength of ‘Shiba Iwajiu’.
"certainly……"
"no problem!"
The sound reached Kurosaki Ichigo's ears in two parts.
When he heard the second half of the sentence, he found that the person who was still in the sandpit had escaped far away without knowing it.
"Forehead……"
Kurosaki Ichigo couldn't help but sweat broke out on his forehead.
So can this guy do it? Judging from the speed of escaping, there should be no problem, right?
"Tsk. Boy, where are you looking?"
The bald man looked at the distracted Kurosaki Ichigo displeased, and then gestured to his companion beside him not to disturb their communication.
"Hi hi, got it."
Ayase River Yumichika shrugged helplessly and chased after the fleeing figure.
"Okay, kid! No one's bothering us now!"
As the bald Shinigami spoke, he drew his Zanpakutō and pointed it at Kurosaki Ichigo, "You are not planning to escape like your companions, are you?"
"Escape? Sorry, I don't have such a habit."
Kurosaki Ichigo's eyes narrowed slightly.
Escape?
They have all arrived at the enemy’s base camp. Where to escape?
If the guy in front of him is stronger than me, then it will be the same no matter where he escapes.
If you are weaker than yourself, there is no need to run at all.
In short, from the moment he decided to come here, he had no option to escape.
"Sorry, I don't know much about the strength of my companion, and I'm a little worried, so I have to deal with you quickly."
"Oh ho? That's it... I quite like your personality, kid!"
Before he finished speaking, Kurosaki Ichigo felt a light flash in front of him and subconsciously took a step back.
clang--
The Zanpakutō slammed into the place where he was standing just now. Kurosaki Ichigo lowered his head, and only then did he realize that the light was the reflective head.
"You dodged it, you're pretty good at it! Boy!"
The smile on the bald Shinigami's face widened even more when he saw Ichigo Kurosaki dodge his attack. He raised his knife again and slashed at Ichigo Kurosaki's head.
"You're too slow! You're so bald!"
Kurosaki Ichigo showed no sign of weakness, raised his Zanpakutō and faced him.
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On the other side, Xuan Hao is still running away.
Two gusts of wind whistled between the buildings.
Xuanhao waved his hands with all his strength and looked embarrassed. It looked like that, but in fact he felt that he should be walking faster than this.
However, even so, the Death behind him seemed unable to catch up for a while.
"There seem to be a lot of people around...but why does it feel like it's not as good as it was a thousand years ago?"
Xuanhao thought while turning around to see if the guy behind him was still chasing him.
He does feel that the Death Gods today seem to have made little progress compared to those thousands of years ago, and have even regressed a bit. Is it because the long and comfortable life has made these guys forget their sense of crisis?
Does it feel like they are playing a cat and mouse game when dealing with these 'travel disasters' of their own?
Look, the guy behind him looked so calm and calm, even he felt a little angry.
"hehe……"
After figuring it out, Xuan Hao couldn't help but smile.
He raised his head and looked in the direction of the first team's team building. A certain old man was still sitting motionless in the team building, as if he had no intention of intervening in the matter of the 'travel disaster'.
"So are you waiting for an 'opportunity' to change and do nothing for the time being, or are you simply messing around?"
"Hey, guy in front of you, you look really ugly when you're running... By the way, can you run any faster?"
Yumichika Ayasekawa asked calmly as she chased him, with her hands behind her back, as if she were walking effortlessly, calmly and gracefully.
"Oh? It's really difficult..."
Xuan Hao looked back, with a playful smile on his face.
He originally didn't intend to get to know this little guy, but since his face was stretched out in front of him, it would be rude not to hit him.
So he quickened his pace a little.
The sky has completely lit up.
Two figures kept flashing between the buildings in Seireitei.
After chasing him, Ayasekawa Yumichika felt something was wrong and frowned slightly, "Is this guy running pretty fast?"
He didn't expect the speed of the embarrassed fleeing figure in front of him, and he felt a little tired after chasing it for so long.
but……
Seeing the direction in which the other party was fleeing, he couldn't help but smile on his face.
"It's a dead end there~"
Sure enough, after turning the next corner, a wall blocked Xuan Hao's face.
"You can't run away now, can you?"
Yumichika Ayasekawa stood in front of the alley playfully, staring at the man who stopped.
"well……"
For some reason, the man in front of him sighed.
"?"
Yumichika Ayasekawa raised her eyebrows slightly.
What is this guy sighing about?
"God of Death, aren't you tired after chasing me for so long?"
Xuanhao asked helplessly.
He had already given this kid more than one chance, and sped up several times on the way to escape. Originally, it would have been fine if this guy just retreated, so why did he work so hard?
Okay, he took back his previous thoughts. It's one thing to compare his strength with the God of Death a thousand years ago, but his perseverance should be the same.
"It's okay, after all, this is my duty."
Ayasegawa Yumichika shrugged slightly. In his opinion, this 'travel disaster' in front of him was already a turtle in the urn.
"Abide by your duties... That's good, but isn't your attitude a little too relaxed?"
As he spoke, Xuanhao stretched out his hand and gently placed it on the wall.
The walls seemed to be affected by some force and gradually turned into sand.
"Oh? Does that mean you can still run?"
Yumichika Ayasekawa chuckled as she watched the dying struggle of the person in front of her.
He knew that one of the two misfortunes should know how to play with sand. After all, there was a big sandpit on the ground just now.
It seems like this is the person in front of me.
But what can you do if you can use this strange spell? There is no road behind this wall!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little pity for the traveler in front of him. After all, he suffered the disadvantage of not knowing the road.
"Alele? There is such a big pit here! Isn't it too dangerous? Someone will die if he falls, right?"
Sure enough, soon the "travel disaster" in front made a startling sound.
Yumichika Ayasekawa calmly walked through the big hole made by the "travel accident" in the wall, and looked at the man who passed through the wall but suddenly stopped, with a smile on his face.
As he walked in, he pulled out the Zanpakutō from his waist and explained, "This used to be an execution ground... Put the Hollow you brought back into the pit and let it fight the criminals, while we stand here and watch the battle."
"Haha, this is really vulgar."
Xuan Hao turned his back to the God of Death and smiled softly.
Wouldn't anyone really think that he came here because he didn't know the way?
He had already taken a look at it on the way down. The buildings in the Seireitei were almost unchanged from a thousand years ago, and he had been a 'god of death' here, so he knew the way inside very well.
Yes, he came here on purpose.
Because the pit in front of him is bottomless, and if he's down there... no one will see what he does, right?
"It is indeed a vulgar custom, so this kind of punishment has been abolished a long time ago. You should feel lucky, because at most you will fall to death and you will not be eaten."
Ayase Chuanyu came slowly with his Zanpakutō in his hand, and the smile on his face gradually faded, "So... do you choose to be hacked to death by me, or fall to death?"
"Wow, you gods of death are so scary. You draw your sword whenever you disagree."
Xuan Hao turned around, looking at the oncoming Death and teasing him.
"Haha, you can be tough-talking now."
Yumichika Ayasekawa looked at the smile on the man's face in front of her and didn't care, "It's such an ugly smile."
In his opinion, this guy was just being too tough.
"Really... personal attacks are not very good, are they?"
Xuanhao covered his face helplessly.
It's not his fault that this face is ugly, right? After all, it's the face of Shiba Iwajiu...
The god of death in front of me is really...ignorant and fearless.
"By the way...will you be killed if you fall from here?"
"of course not."
Ayasegawa Yumichika was stunned, "What? Do you want to use your ability to turn rocks into sand to trap me down there?"
"No, no, no, I'm just confirming..."
boom--
There was an explosion, thick smoke completely enveloped the surrounding area, and the figure was submerged in the smoke.
Pyrotechnician?
Ayasegawa Yumichika was slightly startled.
He just felt that the man in front of him was doing useless work. This kind of thing that could only block people's sight was of no use to him.
But the next moment he was stunned.
Because in his perception, the breath of the person in front of him suddenly disappeared.
"You can't fall to death - that's great."
The long voice reached Yumika Ayasekawa's ears, and suddenly, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
boom.
There was a muffled sound, and when Ayasegawa Yumichika reacted, he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.
At some point, he was thrown down. From such a height, even a God of Death would be injured if he fell unprepared. But just now... he just didn't react at all.
"How can it be?"
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Suddenly, a face stretched out in front of Yumichika Ayasegawa in the dark pit, beckoning him to quiet down.
He looked at the face in front of him at a loss. Wasn't this guy just running away? He was so strong... why was he running!?
"I can't let certain people know about my coming here...so...can I ask you to die a few times first?"
"!!!?"
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"Ha...huh...huh..."
Two panting voices came.
Kurosaki Ichigo gasped and looked at the bald Shinigami in front of him, "Aren't you a pretty good guy?"
"Each other..."
The God of Death grinned, "You're not a bad guy! Let me ask you your name! Do you have the guts to tell me your name?"
"Kurosaki Ichigo."
"Ichigo?"
The God of Death chuckled when he heard the name, "It's not a bad name."
"Really? This is the first time someone has complimented my name."
Kurosaki Ichigo smiled.
"Ah...anyone with '一' in their name is usually a very talented man!" The smile on Death's face got even bigger, "Your name is very good, but not as domineering as mine! Remember it! Ten
The third adjutant of the First Division—Madarame Ikkaku!"
"Forehead……"
Kurosaki Ichigo was stunned and speechless for a while.
Is this emotional guy praising himself just to set off?
"Since we all have 'one', let's have a good fight!"
Madarame smiled excitedly.
"Tsk. I don't want it!"
Kurosaki Ichigo looked unhappy.
"It's not up to you!"
As he spoke, Madarame laughed wildly and raised his knife again and stepped forward to chop randomly.
Qiang——
The sound of swords clashing continued, blood splashed in the air, and a blood streak appeared on the temples of the two men.
The blood kept flowing down, forcing the two of them to close one eye.
But the sword light continued to dance, with no intention of holding back at all, and each sword tried to chop off the opponent's head.
But the strange thing is that they both want each other's life, but both of them are smiling.
clang--
The blades collided again, and they were divided as soon as they touched.
The two of them adjusted their breathing and distanced themselves.
"You kid are really hard to understand..."
Looking at Ichigo Kurosaki who was not far away, he stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from his eyes. Madarame Ikkaku said lightly, "Even though we are so far apart, you actually dare to hold a sword with one hand during a confrontation. What you are doing is either
You are extremely confident in your own abilities, or you are just a rookie."
"ha?"
Ichigo Kurosaki looked puzzled, "The bleeding affects my vision. I'd be a fool not to wipe it off."
"Well, you are right."
Madarame Ikkaku agreed with this, and reached out to clasp the cap at the end of the knife handle, using his fingers to draw a little plaster from the inside and apply it on the wound, "Look, you have to do what I did, so that the bleeding can be stopped."
"What the hell!"
Ichigo Kurosaki had veins popping out on his forehead, "Come to think of it, aren't you still holding the knife with one hand in front of me? You even brought your own plaster! How despicable!"
"What are you talking about?" Madarame said indifferently, pointing his Zanpakutō at Kurosaki Ichigo in front of him again, "I said I would do this either because I am very confident in my own strength, or because I am a rookie, very