Chapter 14 014: This is mercy

"Real sword drill refers to an act of sparring with real swords."

"In the relatively distant past, people were good at using this method to conduct fair and just contests and duels. After all, there is equality between life and death."

"Nowadays, although this custom has declined, other types have also developed."

"That is to use real swords to increase the seriousness of both parties, so that they can exert far more concentrated energy than during training."

The act known as mentoring is being performed all the time.

Just as a teacher, Aizen is indeed responsible for the word.

It's just that this time is not the time to expand people's knowledge!

Listening to Aizen's explanation, Arima Shizuya broke into a cold sweat.

No, no, no, no...

No matter how you think about it, I can't be Aizen's opponent.

What's more, if it was a wooden sword, I could still manage to calm down. Now that I'm using a real sword, I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous.

Arima Shizuya's heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate, and at this moment, his palms began to sweat.

This reaction naturally cannot escape the other party's observation.

Aizen's smile remained unchanged, and he turned the tip of the blade downward at this moment, still pacing at a steady and slow pace.

"Jingya-kun, are you nervous?"

Isn't this obvious?

"Yes, you should be nervous. No... rather, this is a normal reaction."

Aizen stopped pacing and began to walk towards Arima Shizuya, taking slow and unhurried steps.

"After all, this is the first time I have come into contact with the so-called real thing. In fact, this kind of reaction is the most normal."

The footbags rubbed the wooden boards of the dojo. I don't know how much sweat had gone into them, but they were well maintained.

It exudes oily and smooth brightness at the moment.

"Just seeing such a sharp thing will make you start to flinch sincerely. Fear of injury, fear of bleeding...this is also a normal reaction."

"After all, few people are born warriors."

"Many people need to be screened and trained to gradually adapt to these things."

The distance is close, even closer.

Aizen's words were not only sounds, but at this moment they even seemed to stir up a breeze, wrapping around Arima Shizuya.

"You know, Jingya-kun. In fact, every year new students are forced to eliminate one-sixth of them at the end of the month."

"It's not that they have poor academic performance, it's just that they simply can't accept things like blades."

"Hesitating, hesitating, no matter how light the knife is, it will become as heavy as a thousand pounds in the hands of these people, until in the end they can no longer lift it."

Whispering like flowing water, quietly and peacefully, Aizen has arrived in front of Shizuya Arima.

The young man watched as the opponent raised the blade and turned the edge until it was hanging on the side of his neck.

nervous…

No, it can even be said to be oppressed by something invisible.

Arima Shizu felt that it was becoming difficult to breathe. He could feel as if his throat was being strangled, and his expression became ferocious.

The body began to tremble uncontrollably, like a mouse to a wild cat, as if facing a natural enemy.

Can't see the other person's expression clearly.

Because Aizen's glasses reflected the incandescent light, exuding an emotionless aura.

What is this? ? ?

It was as if something invisible was tightly wrapped around Arima Shizuya's body, driving him almost crazy.

"See, this is the weapon you and I share."

He moved the weapon in his hand closer to Arima Shizuya's neck.

Although it has not yet been placed on the body, sharp tingling sensations have completely penetrated the skin.

"This is a property of karma. It is bloodthirsty, cruel, and has no emotion at all."

"So when holding it, compassion is the most taboo, and there is no hesitation at all."

"Shizuya... No, Shizuya Arima. This is a battle for survival. It is the best time to prove your worth."

Even though he said these seemingly plain words, Arima Shizuya felt that the invisible pressure was getting stronger.

Gu…

Even the air began to twist.

Fine sweat dropped from the eyelids, sliding down bit by bit, and finally penetrated into Arima Shizuya's eyes.

The soreness is unbearable, but I can't avoid it, let alone make any concessions...

Because intuition is telling Arima Shizuya.

There is no way to retreat at this moment!

If he shows fear and shows any trace of weakness... the weapon hanging above his life will ruthlessly fall down and directly take away all his life.

"What's wrong? Why haven't you responded yet? Have you already concluded that you have failed miserably?"

"Submission without fighting is an act of the weak. Arima Shizuo, are you such a weak and incompetent person?"

"If this is the case, your life will be ruthlessly plundered in the future. In this case, rather than letting those faceless guys ravage you, it is better for me to bury you with my own hands."

"Arima Shizuya, please keep it in your heart..."

"This is mercy."

As soon as the words fell, the sense of crisis that had not been expressed was all aroused at this moment!

Like a floodgate opening, all the emotions rushed out in an instant, filling Arima Shizuya's chest in an instant.

You have to fight, you have to fight, or you will die, you will be plundered until nothing is left...

I have to resist, but, but what should I do...

The teeth were almost broken.

At the critical moment, Arima Shizuya felt that all the pores in his body seemed to be stretched, and he lowered his right hand reflexively.

In this moment of despair and confusion.

He gripped the shallow handle tightly.

Draw the knife.

Keng…

There was a crisp echo in front, followed closely by a loud sound that seemed to shake the heaven and earth. boom! !

Fukai Jota manages the entrance and exit of the sword dojo, records a series of information, and reports regularly.

He lay on the homemade rocking chair, basking in the warm afternoon sun, and took a sip of the freshly brewed hot tea.

Feeling that today is a peaceful day again...

My thoughts failed to condense.

An explosion loud enough to make his ears ring suddenly came from behind him.

The huge waves of wind and dust tore apart wooden utensils and blew strangers weighing hundreds of kilograms off the ground.

The Fukasaki monster screamed and adjusted its posture in the air, but in the end, it failed to react at all and fell to the ground more than ten meters away in embarrassment.

Why? Why? ? Why? ? ?

What happened?

Has Hollow invaded Soul Society? Or did someone bring something flammable and explosive into the dojo?

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Gua! No matter what, it seems to be a big deal!

In just a moment, he had already thought of more than a hundred excuses to shirk responsibility in his mind.

With his eyes focused forward, he raised his right hand, covering his face while shouting at the students gathered around him.

"Don't be stunned! Hurry up and notify others to come and help. There's trouble in the sword dojo!"

Using oral communication is a rather low-level method, but there is no way...no one present seems to be proficient in ghost ways.

I can’t even use the Tian Ting Kong Luo for sending messages!

Simply, before the commotion began to spread, Fukai Joda's eyes penetrated the gradually dissipating smoke and dust.

He saw two figures standing inside.

That's...

The spirit is 120% concentrated in order to see clearly what is happening inside.

Fukai Jota, go all out!

Finally, he saw clearly!

The man in a black corset lowered his hands calmly.

She has short, slightly curly brown hair and a slim and thin figure.

But after seeing the other party's current situation clearly, Fukai Joda couldn't help but take a breath of air.

hurt…

A horrific wound.

It starts from the lower abdomen and spreads across the body until it reaches the shoulders.

It was as if he had endured a terrifying and cruel cassock chop from the front. Even in the eyes of others, his teeth would feel sore at this moment.

The black corset uniformed by the God of Death was completely torn, and the wounds that penetrated the flesh were of unknown depth, and blood was oozing out at the moment that made people tremble.

Aizen Sosuke.

His glasses flew somewhere.

There were even a few drops of splattered blood on his neck and face.

But even so.

Aizen Sosuke still showed a rather weird smile.

His hands were lowered, showing no sign of resistance. At this moment, he seemed to be happy because of something.

What is he laughing at?

Look, I can’t understand! This is too scary!

And at the next moment, Fukai Jota's eyes penetrated the completely dissipated smoke and dust, and finally saw another hidden figure.

The other party turned out to be kneeling on the ground.

Her long black hair was tied tightly behind her head, one knee touched the floor, her left hand supported her body, and her right hand clenched her fist tightly.

The body was rising and falling rapidly and eagerly.

It was as if he was breathing heavily, as if he was sighing with joy for the rest of his life.

There is Ma Jingye.

The hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat and stuck completely to his face.

The boy's eye sockets were slightly sunken, and his mouth was half-opened. He was shaking uncontrollably at this moment, breathing, and grabbing something called oxygen.

He looked a bit weak, as if he was going to fall down any moment and was helpless.

But even so.

Aizen still chuckled and crouched down, extending his right hand to Arima Shizuya.

There was a soft grunt.

The wound was torn apart by the movement, and blood gushes out from it. It wets the clothes in an instant, condenses and flows from the corners.

come down.

puff…

"Jingya-kun, congratulations, you have won the chance to survive."

"Please also keep it in your heart and remember it completely..."

“Remember what it felt like to swing the knife at this moment, because this is the power of struggle.”

Arima Shizu also wanted to say something, but in the end he rolled his eyes.

I fainted directly...

Fukai Jota witnessed all this.

His mouth was slightly open, and he hesitated for a while, but he couldn't say a word.

Although he is not qualified as a team member, he is definitely not at the bottom of the pack.

At this moment he finally reacted.

It wasn't an explosion just now.

Rather, it is a kind of turbulence formed by simply releasing spiritual power.

Reiatsu.

In the moment just now, bloom to your heart's content.

(End of chapter)