Chapter 523 Introduction (Asking for Monthly Votes at the End of the Month)

Ten days later, at night.

"Roar!!"

A two- or three-story-tall monster with a hideous mask and a huge hole in its chest was running and wreaking havoc on the street in a silent but invisible trembling roar.

The powerful force brought by its size scratched the road with cracks, and a street lamp was knocked down by it, but it did not stop it at all.

The one being chased by it was a bald middle-aged man who had just died of overtime. At this time, his face was full of fear and he was panicking. However, he had not exercised for a long time before he died, and his speed was not good after he died. Seeing that the huge monster was getting closer and closer, he uttered a desperate "Help! ! '

At the same time, he fell to the ground and suddenly saw a black shadow passing through the night sky, like a big bat with wings, and then the monster chasing him let out a scream.

He lay on the ground trembling, and did not dare to look back, and it seemed that his vision was also blocked by a white smoke.

It was not until the roaring and roaring disappeared for a long time that he tentatively looked up, and saw two feet wearing wooden clogs and white socks falling in front of him, and screamed: "Ah——!"

"It's okay." Kuchiki Rukia made a gentle expression, put away the glider and squatted down and said: "The monster has been killed. Excuse me... did you see the person who killed the monster?"

The middle-aged man slowly calmed down and turned back to confirm that the monster was indeed gone: "You, you are? Can you see me?! Didn't you kill that monster?"

"It wasn't me. The Hollow's spiritual pressure disappeared two minutes before I came." Rukia said: "If it was me, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to save you in time."

"But before... before I should have seen you use that thing to fly over my head, and then... the monster screamed..."

Over my head? Fly? That thing? Is it a glider? Rukia was stunned, but I flew from another direction.

She hurriedly asked a few more questions, but couldn't get any more information, so she had no choice but to ask the middle-aged soul burial, wondering: It wasn't a fullbringer, but another death god passed by and killed the hollow? Then why not also bury the soul of ‘Zheng’?

…

Not far away, Nakamura Suzu looked at Ji Xing with some amazement. It was only the second actual combat, but he was so comfortable and almost effortless to deal with a hollow?

For the person who had been a minor for three years and was pulled into the organization ten days ago, Hirakawa Koki, he really gave him too many surprises.

Not to mention the speed and method of mastering the Fullbring, his enthusiasm and instinctive potential for fighting were also beyond his expectations. The intelligence and concentration of a child who couldn't even get into high school should be average, but his seriousness and speed of progress broke his inherent impression again and again, and his mentality was very stable.

The first time he fought with the hollow, he was indeed a little flustered, but he didn't help. This second time, he was even calm, with only a little excitement and redness on his face. The progress was very obvious!

On the contrary, he seemed to be the one who always liked to make a fuss, which was really weird.

"Did you see it just now, Gongshu? That girl is the god of death. Although she looks similar to you, she may be older than our grandmother."

He walked away with Ji Xing like passers-by, pointed at Ji Xing's Zanpakuto and said: "The death suit and Zanpakuto on their bodies are the symbols of their identities. I have seen her several times. She should be the god of death currently stationed in Karakura Town. Don't provoke her at ordinary times, and try not to let anyone else know that you are a Fullbringer."

According to Nakamura Suzu's previous explanation, the hatred between the Fullbringer and the god of death came from a hundred years ago, when the ancestors followed a god of death to fight against other gods of death, risking their lives, but were abandoned by the god of death they followed after suffering serious losses in the battle.

As for the gods of death who once fought against them, they would not like them at all. They have been strictly monitoring them for decades. They don't know why or when they will be targeted, so the battles and silent casualties are difficult to count!

Because of this, most of the Fullbringers are hidden in the city, such as sales clerks in shopping malls, white-collar workers in companies, high school students and college students, and even aunties buying vegetables in the market.

Except for the special combat unit X formed by the top leaders of the organization to fight against the god of death, other Fullbringers are relatively loose. For example, Nakamura Suguroku, who has a special identity, knows less than 20 Fullbringers in total.

To prevent being exposed.

In the ten days since joining, Ji Xing has not seen a Fullbringer other than Nakamura Sugu, but he only takes what Nakamura Sugu said half seriously.

It’s not that he doubts this "teacher", but Nakamura Sugu’s identity is not enough, and what he knows may not be true.

Seeing Ji Xing nodded and listened to his emphasis, Nakamura Su smiled and said, "Let's stop here today. I'll introduce someone to you tomorrow."

Ji Xing was startled and acted surprised: "Someone? Is it a Fullbringer like us?"

Nakamura Su only had a little dignity as an elder at this time. He smiled and said, "You will know tomorrow. Go back and have a good rest."

After that, without waiting for Ji Xing to ask again, he waved his hand, smoked, and left in a chic manner. Watching him disappear, Ji Xing shook the cloak that hid the glider, put his hands in his pockets, and returned to his home.

When passing by a building, he stopped briefly for two seconds and frowned slightly.

That was the 'Kurosaki Hospital'!

"Strange, Vice Captain Aizen, who abandoned the Fullbringers more than 80 years ago, still synthesized and studied the White? That doesn't make sense."

Not exploring the mysteries here for the time being, Ji Xing returned to the house left by his 'dead parents'. He hung up his hang glider cloak, and a piece of black feather fell off from the cloak. He clicked on several buttons while dancing. The lamp shattered and disappeared.

"The recovery speed of strength is not bad, and that matter can almost be completed!"

Ji Xing sat on the sofa, closing his eyes and meditating.

The transformation of the physical body into a god of death is based on the same principle as the Perfection Technique. The Full Manifestation Technique transforms the glider into a spirit child and changes its form, and the physical death god transformation is to transform one's own physical body into a spirit child and stabilize it into a god of death.

call--

A Death Tyrant costume suddenly appeared and covered Ji Xing. He opened his eyes, stood up, walked a few steps, and stretched out a finger to the light switch.

‘One of the Broken Paths: Rush! ’

Snapped!

A stream of light hit the switch, with just enough power to turn the room into darkness again, and Ji Xing's clothes returned from the dead-bashing clothes to their original state.

"It's okay, but the ghost skills are not developed."

The first physical death state is not stable enough for the time being. If it lasts for a long time, there is a risk of not turning back into a human being. However, after ten days of hard work, I have finally taken a small step, and then... I can make a big leap forward!

…

On the other side, the abandoned warehouse base.

"Predator 'Black Feather'? The guy we have been searching for for a long time has come to Karakura Town?" Kunan Bai looked at the team members in front of him with wide eyes, but his voice was very low: "Okay, I understand, don't tell Vice-captain Hiyori, please find Kuroba’s location quickly and then quietly...tell me..."

The team member's blinking actions caused her words to become choppy. When Bian Zui turned around, she saw Hiyori standing silently behind her, and immediately hugged Hiyori's arm.

"Hiyori-chan, just give it to me once, my Zanpakutō is almost rusty..."

"When have you ever used a Zanpakutō?" Hiyori curled her lips and said ruthlessly: "Others can, but this 'Black Feather' can't!"

Kunanbai was startled, but soon figured out the reason, and muttered: "Okay, okay, Hiyori-chan should be careful not to make too much noise."

"You have the nerve to remind me."

"hey-hey--"

…

Early the next morning, Ji Xing's house.

At less than 6:30 in the morning, Ji Xing was awakened by a knock on the door. He put on his slippers and opened the door, only to see a strange man.

He was about 30 years old, tall and thin, with a fair face and no beard. He was wearing a white coat and had a kind smile. He said, "Kouki Hirakawa? Right."

"It's me, you are..."

"I'm Gouliu's friend. Didn't he tell you that I would come to see you today?"

"Ah...oh!" Ji Xing suddenly said: "Didn't Uncle Nakamura come with you? Are you the same as us... come and sit first?"

"Gouliu has something to do and may not be able to take you today. He told me about your general situation, so he entrusted me to train you for a day. It seems that I came too early. Do I want to give you some time to wash up and tidy up?" the man asked.

"Ah, that's it. No, no, no."

Ji Xing turned around and got into the bathroom: "Just give me three minutes, it'll be quick!"

"Haha, there's no rush." ​​The man smiled, looked at the glider cloak on the hanger, and his smile became a little deeper.

…

Half an hour later, the master of the art came to the izakaya.

A man nearly two meters tall, with an extremely strong build and brown skin walked in. He had brown curly hair, covering one eye, and the other exposed eye had a warmth that was inconsistent with his physique.

"Sister Miyuki, hasn't the teacher arrived yet?"

"Ah, Sadatari." The yawning Komatoyo smiled when she saw the visitor: "You're here so early, well, Brother Mizoroku hasn't come yet. Did he say he wanted to introduce you to a friend, Kouki?"

Chadu Taihu nodded silently.

"Haha, Gongshu is also a dull gourd. He usually talks very little, but he is a little better than you. And let me tell you, he mastered the Wanxen technique immediately after understanding Wanxian, which is better than you who used it for three days. Much faster."

Komayo Miyuki was talking with a smile, then suddenly sighed: "Oh, that's great. Unlike me, you guys haven't mastered the art of manifestation in four years..."

"Sister Miyuki..."

"It's okay. I'm used to it. Maybe it's a good thing that I can't control it. Like you, danger will come to your door without knowing when."

2k9, hell. Sorry, something happened at home, alas.