Bleach: Stir Up the Situation

It has been a week since the Battle of Bipolar Hill.

Two days ago, Ichigo's injury was fine. Although Unokana told him that he still needs to rest, but staying in a place like the 11th team, there is no such thing as rest.

This place has the strongest martial arts atmosphere in Seireitei. A good day starts with morning class, and most of the team members will gather in the martial arts training ground, and then...

boom! Listening to the familiar sound of windows breaking, all the members of the 11th team present silently bowed their heads, and prayed in their hearts that the next name called would not be their own.

"Very good, next!"

Madarame, as the host of the morning class, stood quietly in the center of the field holding a wooden knife, waiting for the next challenger to appear. Unfortunately, no one responded to him.

"I said, what are you doing!" A corner of the eyes drifted away, scanning the guys who lowered their heads and pretended to be dead, and said disdainfully: "No one dares to come up, a bunch of trash!"

This guy is so arrogant! The corners of Ichigo's eyes twitched, and the last sentence was actually for himself, right? Absolutely yes, that bald head has seen him three times!

"Just let me come!"

Ichigo shouldered the wooden sword over his shoulder, determined to kill Kakaku's prestige.

Ichigo saw Ichigo standing up, and he was also happy. He was obviously the first person to meet him, but he hasn't had a good fight with such a strong guy yet. It would be a shame to let Ichigo go back like this. that's too regretful.

"You have suddenly become more courageous, Ichigo. I won't be soft just because you are recovering from a serious illness."

"To each other, I will not be soft just because you are a third seat!"

"Okay! I don't know who hijacked a cat and escaped from me!" Yijiao roared and rushed towards Ichigo, brandishing a wooden knife. Don't want to leave, bastard!"

Neither of them released the spiritual pressure, and the two simply competed with swordsmanship, but they were evenly matched. In fact, there was no swordsmanship at all, and they were all simple chopping and slashing.

But just this made the surrounding team members come to life in an instant, firstly because they were not facing Madarago, and secondly because such a well-balanced and wonderful duel was not common in the 11th team. Isn't simple hacking exciting? How can it be? You must know that there are very few people in the team who can catch such a slash.

This guy is not bad! Yijiao and Ichigo secretly admired each other in their hearts, and when they were about to swing the second knife, the closed door was kicked open, and the slightly hoarse voice was a little weak: "Morning..."

"Morning captain!"

Saraki didn't look at the players who bowed to him in unison, and his eyes were immediately attracted by the two people in the center of the field. To be precise, Madarame didn't have much attraction, and it was Ichigo who really attracted him.

"No way, you recovered so quickly, Ichigo. Are the wounds healed?"

"Fortunately, thanks to you, I'm fine." Ichigo said and gave Saragi a thumbs up, indicating that he was fine.

Something seemed to pass before his eyes, and with a bang, Ichigo found that the wooden knife in his hand had only a single hilt left at some point, and Saragi on the opposite side suddenly became energetic.

"Yeah,

That would be great..."

Become the one he is most familiar with...

"In this way, I can fight you without any scruples!"

Things really turned out like this, no matter what Saraki yelled behind him, at the moment Ichigo only had the idea of ​​running, even if he won once, he didn't want to fight Saraki again.

As soon as he jumped out of the window, a hand silently grabbed his collar, without even feeling it, and Ichigo was put on the ground.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?"

"Bie, Mr. Diezuka?" Hong Jiang was smiling, but Ichigo still had a vague premonition in his heart, and seeing Ye Yi behind him with a pitiful face, this premonition was even stronger.

"You're welcome, in fact, I should have come here to thank you in person, not only because Urahara and I are good friends, but also..." Hong Jiang smiled lightly, his tone clearly remained unchanged, but Ichigo felt his back go cold: "Yeyi is my fiancée, and I have been taking care of you these days."

Take care of? Where can he take care of him overnight? Strictly speaking, he can only make trouble, right? For example, grabbing the other party's tail while falling asleep and so on...

"I don't have any good things. I only have a little attainment in the ghost way. I hope it can help you."

Ichigo stepped back subconsciously, and a long knife full of notches suddenly rested on top of his head, making him raise his hands subconsciously, not daring to move again.

"This is my opponent, Diezuka."

"Count me in? You know, I'm good at teaching young people."

Are you teaching? Ye Yi held his forehead helplessly, bullying the small with the big and bullying the small with the more, is this narrow-minded guy completely shameless?

"That's too boring."

"How about? How about splitting the second half?" Hong Jiang suggested, Zaraki thought about it, and said with a twist of the corner of his mouth: "I will come to the first half."

"Deal." Hong Jiang snapped his fingers, and patted Ichigo's shoulder pad with his right hand: "You will become a strong one, Ichigo!"

"No!!!"

Hosted jointly by two generations of Jianba, it can be called the most luxurious morning class in the history of the 11th team. However, hearing the shrill and desperate screams from inside the door, even Madarame subconsciously tightened his clothes.

Could this be the price of becoming a strong man?

On the other hand, Inoue and others who also live in the 11th team have no idea what kind of hardship Ichigo is going through at the moment, and they are preparing to leave Seireitei tomorrow.

"Because I'm not very good at dyeing the pattern on the chest, I have to use lace to make lace, and use the leftover fabric to make some small decorations on the hem. What do you think, Inoue?"

Inoue looked at the clothes on her body that were newly made by Ishida. She hadn't tried this style before, but...

"Okay, so cute!"

"Sure, really?" Different from the confident introduction just now, Ishida looked a little unbelievable at the moment, but overall, he was very happy to be affirmed.

"You are very talented in making women's clothing, Ishida." Chadu on the side affirmed Ishida's talent, and then held up his vest that Ishida added to his creativity, at least he has more talent than men's clothing...

"And for Ms. Kuchiki, it's the style of dress she always likes to wear."

"It's so cute." Looking at the dress in his hand, Inoue suddenly remembered that they hadn't seen Rukia these days, "When are we going to meet Kuchiki-san?"

"Ichigo said that we would go together after the morning class." Chadu replied, and after thinking about it, he said to himself: "But the time should have ended long ago."

"I'm back……"

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