"…"
His thoughts on Genryu?
Yoriichi remained silent.
Truthfully, he didn't know how to explain it.
Because he had never understood it.
The only information he knew was that it was a school founded by the Captain-Commander a thousand years ago.
To this day, its students were few and far between.
And as for why they were so few… that was not something a Shinigami who had only been on the job for half a year could understand.
Seeing Tsugikuni Yoriichi's slightly bewildered expression, Yamamoto Genryusai stroked his beard, a faint, almost imperceptible smile appearing:
"You don't know? That's right, apart from the nobles, no one in the current Gotei 13 knows what kind of school my Genryu is."
"In the beginning, Genryu was nothing more than a private academy for imparting knowledge."
"However, now, after a thousand years of evolution, besides branching out into the Reiatsu Academy as a teaching institution, it has also separated the lifelong knowledge I originally mastered."
"The Hakuda and Zanjutsu that I excel in are the essence of Genryu."
"Tsugikuni Yoriichi, your Zanjutsu is very strong, but your Hakuda is quite ordinary. I can help you fix this flaw."
"At the same time, I will also help you resolve this crisis, seeing as our temperaments are quite similar."
"Are you willing to become my disciple?"
The moment his words fell, Yoruichi Shihouin showed an 'as expected' expression.
She knew Yamamoto Genryusai wouldn't let this opportunity pass.
After all, offending the Tsunayashiro Clan was a problem that a mere Vice-Captain could not handle.
Only by connecting with the Captain-Commander could there be a glimmer of hope.
If it were an ordinary Shinigami, the Captain-Commander would never agree, because he believed that everything must be resolved by oneself.
However, now, what the Tsunayashiro Clan had done was truly excessive.
Whether it was the incident of assassinating the Sixth Division Vice-Captain, or the subsequent incident where Tsugikuni Yoriichi might be assassinated for saving Kuchiki Sōjun.
Without exception, both touched Yamamoto Genryusai's bottom line.
Although there was no evidence to prove that these two incidents were done by the Tsunayashiro Clan, even a slight possibility could not be ignored.
He was, after all, the esteemed Captain-Commander.
If he couldn't even protect the life of a subordinate, he wouldn't be fit to sit in this position.
A thousand years ago, Yamamoto Genryusai's nickname was — The Demon of the Sword.
Just hearing the name could evoke a chilling killing intent.
Thinking of this, Yoruichi Shihouin gradually collected her thoughts, observing the scene before her.
Tsugikuni Yoriichi slowly raised his head, surprised by Yamamoto's sudden words.
Just as he was deep in thought.
"Cough cough."
Yoruichi Shihouin's two light coughs woke him up.
Yamamoto Genryusai's gaze immediately turned to her, and she subconsciously avoided his sharp gaze, immediately feigning ignorance.
The atmosphere was a bit subtle, and Tsugikuni Yoriichi's expression gradually became solemn.
The surrounding air seemed to solidify at this moment.
Finally.
Under Yamamoto Genryusai's profound gaze.
He lowered his head slightly, speaking softly and respectfully:
"Student, greetings, Teacher."
...
Soon after.
At the Tsunayashiro Clan.
"What?"
Tsunayashiro Yashin's eyes suddenly widened when he heard the news of Tsugikuni Yoriichi becoming a disciple.
Then, when he heard that the teacher Tsugikuni Yoriichi had been Yamamoto Genryusai…
Crack!
The stone table in front of him shattered again, a fist slamming down heavily:
"That damn guy!"
Bang—!
"Why would that old immortal Yamamoto interfere!"
"Did he perhaps detect our intentions?"
"Uncle Feng!"
He looked at the butler not far away, gritting his teeth and asking, "If he becomes Yamamoto Genryusai's disciple, do we still have a chance?"
In the living room, Tsunayashiro Feng stopped his tea brewing, raised his head slightly, looked at Yashin, and said in a steady tone:
"Young Master, no need to worry. Becoming a disciple doesn't mean anything."
"We still have a chance."
"As for whether he detected our intentions… perhaps, but that doesn't matter. He has no evidence, how can he punish a high-ranking noble?"
"As long as we act carefully and don't leave any handles, that's all."
"If necessary, we can push Hinoshita Makoto out to take the blame."
"Although a second-class Reiatsu isn't much, he's not someone we can't discard."
"In fact, it can even lower Yamamoto Genryusai's vigilance."
He slowly walked over with the teapot. He placed the teacup on the table, and with a gentle swipe of his palm, the original shattered marks vanished without a trace.
Standing beside Tsunayashiro Yashin, he paused, then continued:
"Currently, the main reason for our failed operation is Hinoshita Makoto's weakness."
"Admittedly, the failure was due to Tsugikuni Yoriichi's appearance, but both of them have second-class Reiatsu."
"And Hinoshita Makoto being beaten to that state… that explains everything."
He sighed, somewhat emotionally:
"If he could be evenly matched with Tsugikuni Yoriichi, and the remaining Shinigami could also kill Kuchiki Sōjun…"
"Unfortunately… there are no ifs."
"Having lost an arm, bleeding and fleeing back, his combat power has dropped by at least fifty per cent. As a pawn, his value is almost gone."
"Young Master Yashin."
"You can try to abandon him and shift Yamamoto Genryusai's attention."
Tsunayashiro Feng judged.
"Like this…" Hearing this, Tsunayashiro Yashin picked up the teacup, his eyes flickering, and took a sip of the tea worth a fortune. He already had a plan in mind.
However…
"Kuchiki Clan scouts have been watching recently."
"Tell them to hold off for now."
"Wait for my command."
After arranging his subordinates, his emotions rippled noticeably when he spoke of the Kuchiki Clan:
"Why won't that Kuchiki Sōjun just die obediently?"
"If he died, I would be at ease. Without a young heir, the Kuchiki Clan will certainly not be a match for my Tsunayashiro Clan in the future."
"Damn Tsugikuni Yoriichi, damn Kuchiki Sōjun, each one of them is as annoying as a flea."
"I truly hope I can become the family head soon, and then get rid of them!"
Upon hearing this.
Tsunayashiro Feng, who was halfway to taking away the tea set, gently shook his head.
A glimmer of helplessness flashed in his cloudy eyes.
As one of the five great noble families, internal competition within the clan was undoubtedly extremely cruel.
Given Tsunayashiro Yashin's personality, it was destined that he could not become the family head.
However, he was the former family head's most beloved son.
Sending himself to act as a guard was precisely out of the idea of preserving his life.
Even if he failed in the election, his life would not be affected.
Now, hearing him speak of his dream, Tsunayashiro Feng always felt a pang of regret.
If his temperament could be a little more stable, his methods a little more refined, and his cunning a little deeper, with his own help, he might not necessarily be unable to become the family head.
It's just.
Years of indulgence had made him increasingly arrogant and overbearing; this was the pride ingrained in the bones of high-ranking nobles.
Although teachers constantly tried to correct their personalities, some would become more reserved, but others would become even worse.
Tsunayashiro Yashin belonged to the latter.
But who made him the Young Master? Even if he died, the Young Master could not die.
Otherwise… Tsunayashiro Feng could hardly imagine the consequences of a direct descendant of a high-ranking noble dying.