As a dazzling golden light shot straight into the sky, Ito Makoto and Madarame Ikkaku were directly sent flying backward by the terrifying sword pressure.
"Is this Kenpachi wielding a sword with both hands?"
"Cough, cough!"
Ito Makoto lay sprawled on the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, while Ikkaku beside him was even more miserable; not only was his Bankai dispelled, but the wounds he had sustained from his earlier fight with Kenpachi erupted completely, making him look like a man made of blood.
It was fortunate that Ito Makoto had already set up a double barrier, otherwise, the terrifying spiritual pressure unleashed the moment that sword was swung would have been detected by others.
Unexpectedly, Kenpachi, after getting up, said with some disappointment:
"I actually used both hands on my sword. I lost!"
With that, he lost interest and stopped fighting, slumping down to the side, looking bored.
Meanwhile, Ito Makoto was busy; first, he used Kidō to help Madarame Ikkaku stop the bleeding urgently, and before he could even bandage him, he had to go help stabilize Kenpachi's injuries.
A few minutes later, the outer barrier dissipated, and under the astonished gazes of Ayasegawa Yumichika and Kusajishi Yachiru, Ito Makoto was busily treating Kenpachi and Ikkaku.
"I use Kidō more frequently than even the Squad Members of the Fourth Division!"
Ito Makoto never expected that since joining the Eleventh Division, his greatest improvement wasn't in his Zanjutsu, but in his Kidō!
In the few years since he joined the squad and became Fourth Seat, apart from occasionally accepting challenges from other Squad Members, most of his battles were with Madarame Ikkaku and Kenpachi.
Both of their fighting styles were those of trading blows, fearless of death, and every time they sparred, they were bound to get injured, which led to his Kidō improving by leaps and bounds in just a few short years, now comparable to some veteran Squad Members of the Fourth Division.
Sometimes, when his own Squad Members were injured on missions, they wouldn't go to the Fourth Division for treatment; instead, they would come directly to him, the Fourth Seat of a combat division, for help with their injuries.
"Or… should I find an opportunity to transfer to the Fourth Division? At least the First Kenpachi is there, and I could seriously learn Zanjutsu?"
"Speaking of which, practicing Kidō diligently in a combat division and learning Zanjutsu in a healing division is quite bizarre!"
Just as Ito Makoto was lost in thought, Ayasegawa Yumichika came over to help. He skillfully bandaged Madarame Ikkaku, his technique appearing incredibly seasoned.
"Ah, this…"
As if noticing Ito Makoto's gaze.
Ayasegawa Yumichika chuckled and said:
"What's so strange about that? Before you joined the squad, I was always responsible for their emergency first aid!"
Ito Makoto: ...
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Eleventh Division Barracks
The next day, early in the morning, Ito Makoto heard a rapid knocking sound from his room.
Opening the door, he found a figure completely shrouded in a white robe. Upon seeing Ito Makoto, the figure spoke with an arrogant expression:
"Ito Fourth Seat, I am here on behalf of Central 46 to inform you to participate in this year's Noble Hunting Tournament in half a month. Your main responsibility will be the security of the nobles!"
"Remember, I am here to inform you, not to discuss with you!"
"This is one of the few opportunities for a Shinigami of your poor background to change your destiny. You must seize it well!"
The young man, completely shrouded in a white robe, spoke with disdain in his voice, addressing Ito Makoto with an arrogant tone from beginning to end.
"Who the hell are you?"
Facing this person's rudeness, Ito Makoto did not indulge him.
"How dare you be so disrespectful!"
"I am Yano Tenka, the direct heir of the noble Yano Family! How dare a commoner like you speak to me like that?"
"Slap!"
Before he finished speaking, Ito Makoto directly slapped him, sending Yano Tenka tumbling to the ground, his nose bleeding profusely and even a few teeth falling out.
Of course, this was the result of Ito Makoto holding back his strength; otherwise, with the person in front of him having spiritual pressure even weaker than an ordinary Squad Member, he would likely be crushed to death in two or three moves!
"You dare hit me?"
Yano Tenka never expected that a newly appointed Seat from Rukongai would dare to hit him, the dignified direct heir of the Yano Family.
"Slap!"
Ito Makoto didn't indulge him and slapped him again.
"You still dare to hit…"
"Slap!"
"You audacious…"
"Slap!"
"You…"
"Slap!"
"Lord Ito, please stop hitting, I was wrong!"
"Slap!"
"Oh, sorry, my hand moved too fast and I couldn't stop. Why didn't you apologize earlier?"
Ito Makoto looked at Yano Tenka with a mischievous grin.
At this moment, the previously arrogant Yano Tenka's right side of his face was swollen like a pig's head, tears still sliding from the corner of his eyes, looking utterly pathetic.
Just then, a familiar voice rang out:
"Little friend Ito, I am truly sorry, it is my lax discipline. I have made you laugh!"
Ito Makoto looked up and saw that it was Yano Masahiko, his chief examiner when he first entered the academy. He saw him running over with a fawning smile, and when he got close, he fiercely kicked Yano Tenka, who was lying on the ground.
"Uncle, I…"
Because the right side of his face was swollen by Ito Makoto, his speech was somewhat unclear.
"Shut up, you idiot!"
Yano Masahiko glared at Yano Tenka, who was lying on the ground, and said fiercely.
Then he turned his head, immediately changing his expression to a pleasant one as he looked at Ito Makoto:
"Ito Fourth Seat, it's like this: in previous years, various divisions would designate and dispatch some Squad Members to participate in the Hunting Tournament to protect the nobles' safety."
"However, this year's situation is a bit different. The Kasumioji Family, through Central 46, specifically requested you to participate in the Hunting Tournament."
"The Kasumioji Family's status in Soul Society is second only to the Four Great Families, so…"
Yano Masahiko hesitated, and Ito Makoto certainly understood what he meant, muttering to himself:
"Kasumioji Family? Interesting, I haven't even gone to find you yet, and you're already looking for me?"
Coming back to his senses, Ito Makoto first glanced at the expectant Yano Masahiko, then slowly spoke:
"Don't worry, Senior Yano. Since it's a mission issued by Central 46, as a part of Soul Society, I will certainly comply!"
Hearing this, Yano Masahiko nodded, then picked up Yano Tenka, who was like a dead dog on the ground, and quickly left.
"Uncle, you must avenge me! That commoner dared to hit me!"
In a secluded place, Yano Tenka complained to Yano Masahiko.
Yano Masahiko was so angry that he raised his left hand to slap him, but seeing his right side of his face swollen like a pig's head, he felt a little reluctant. However, he thought it wasn't enough to vent his anger, so he switched to his right hand and slapped him hard, which finally relieved his frustration.
"You idiot, can you stop causing trouble everywhere for me?"
"I sent you to convey the orders of Central 46, and this is how you convey them? You just had to offend a front-row Seat, and one with immense potential who is sure to become a Captain in the future!"
"My purpose in sending you was to win him over, or at the very least, build a good relationship, not to offend him. You good-for-nothing!"
The more Yano Masahiko spoke, the angrier he got, and he even added two kicks!
"You graduated thirty years earlier than him, yet he is already a Fourth Seat, and you haven't even mastered Shikai. From today onwards, you will return to the family and cultivate behind closed doors. You are not allowed to leave the family a single step until you master Shikai!"
Yano Masahiko looked at his disappointing nephew, shaking his head uncontrollably. He knew this good-for-nothing was no longer suitable to be the future heir of the Yano Family.
At the same time, Yano Masahiko also secretly regretted it; if he had known that Ito Makoto would be so monstrous, becoming a Fourth Seat upon joining, he would have done anything to bring him to his side back then.
"Alas, elder brother, ever since you passed away, the Yano Family has been in decline, and now it has become a lower-ranking noble. Among the younger generation, there is no one capable of taking on great responsibilities!"
Looking at Yano Tenka's lifeless appearance again, Yano Masahiko suddenly flared up in anger and cursed:
"Now get out!"
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