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Shock rippled across the Visored as Su Li's calm declaration sank in. Every blade pressed harder against his body, steel digging into his skin with lethal intent, yet the blood they expected never came. Instead, his frame shuddered strangely, a subtle tremor running through him. The seven blades shifted involuntarily, scraped away at odd angles, and slipped harmlessly past his body.
Hirako Shinji's eyes widened, mirrored by the others. They had encircled him completely, seven ZanpakutĹŤ forming a perfect wall of steel from every angle, yet with the faintest vibration Su Li had redirected them all. Worse, not a single flicker of his Reiatsu betrayed the technique. It was not brute force, not spiritual pressure. It was something else.
Had he just brushed away their attack with nothing but instinct? Or perhaps, as Kisuke hinted, was this the terrifying edge of combat insight that looked like Ultra Instinct incarnate?
"So," Su Li said with a relaxed smile, ignoring the blades grazing his skin, "why don't we start with warm-up exercises."
"Bastard! What are you showing off for?!" Sarugaki Hiyori snarled, her small frame bristling like an enraged cat. With a furious cry she kicked forward, her flimsy sandals snapping through the air with terrifying force, straight at his gut.
Su Li didn't flinch. Still smiling, he raised a hand lazily.
Smack.
His fingers closed around her ankle in midair. Hiyori's pupils shrank as the grip locked, before a crushing force yanked her forward.
"The first form—stretching exercise."
With a sharp pull, Su Li dragged her into a perfect split stance. Her leg swung past him helplessly, sandal flying into the groin of Muguruma Kensei.
Thud.
Kensei staggered back, face ashen, veins bulging at his temple as the men around him inhaled sharply in collective sympathy.
"Hiss!" A dozen voices winced as one.
Clutching himself, Kensei glared with eyes burning like volcanic fire. "Hiyori… you damn brat… what the hell are you doing?!"
"Idiot! Look clearly, it wasn't me—it was this bastard holding me!" Hiyori shrieked back, flailing in his grip.
Kensei steadied himself, rage flooding back into his veins. His Reiatsu spiked violently, sweeping the room. "Fine. Then it's you I'll kill." He raised his ZanpakutĹŤ, voice thundering. "Fly to ashes, Tachikaze!"
Wind roared outward as his blade shrank into its Shikai form, jagged and deadly. Shinji's voice cut through the gale. "Everyone, fall back!"
They scattered instantly, clearing space. Hiyori retreated with a snarl, skidding across the cracked floor.
Su Li barely looked at Kensei. His hands slipped into his pockets, his smile still unshaken.
Kensei lunged, fury blazing, the hurricane around him coalescing into a compact sphere of destruction that hummed with unstable energy. "Die!" he roared, slamming the glowing blast straight into Su Li's back.
"The second form—squat and hip opener."
The orb ripped through Su Li's body. For a heartbeat Kensei thought victory was his—until the figure flickered and vanished.
"Afterimage?!" His eyes darted wildly.
A sudden weight crushed his shoulders. Looking up, Kensei froze. Su Li balanced effortlessly on him, hands in his pockets, toes pressed lightly against his collarbone. His smile sharpened.
"Down."
The force drove Kensei to his knees, stone shattering beneath the impact. His palms slammed into the ground, pinning the explosive orb beneath them.
BOOM!
The detonation ripped open a crater, debris scattering in a choking cloud. Dust and smoke filled the factory, choking the air.
When it cleared, Kensei lay broken and battered in the pit, uniform shredded, hair disheveled. Su Li crouched on his back, utterly unharmed, shaking his head.
"Your posture isn't standard enough. Partial credit only."
The others stared, faces pale. Kensei—Shikai released—had been demolished in two effortless moves.
"Cut him apart, Orochi!"
"Slice him down, Iron Ring Dragonfly!"
"Crush him, Tengumaru!"
"Play, Kinshara!"
One after another, the Visored unsheathed their Shikai, blades transforming, Reiatsu flaring in unison. Only Shinji, Mashiro, and Hachigen held back, measuring the threat with wide eyes.
Su Li tilted his head, amused. "Skipping warm-ups already? Well… fine. Let's begin the official class."
His smile twisted into a smirk, then his form blurred, vanishing.
A voice whispered behind Hachigen. "This student looks perfect for soccer practice."
"Wha—?!" The gentle giant spun, but too late.
Boom!
Su Li's kick launched him skyward like a ball, his massive frame crashing through the air.
"Am I… the ball?!" Hachigen's shocked thought barely formed before he collided with Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi, sending both careening into a wall in an explosion of shattered debris.
"Oh dear. Sorry, music class," Su Li called with feigned concern, tilting his head. "Didn't you hear the whistle?"
The two Visored tumbled into wreckage, coughing in dust and rubble.
"Damn you, bastard!" Hiyori shrieked, charging again, blade raised high.
But before she could strike, a hand seized her collar and yanked her upward.
"Tsk. Skipping lessons, swearing at teachers, turning into a delinquent already?" Su Li scolded, voice suddenly stern. "Punishment: military stance."
He shoved her down.
Crash!
Hiyori slammed into the floor, body forced into the ground until only her furious head jutted out. She flailed uselessly, screeching, while Su Li dusted his hands with satisfaction.
"Discipline restored."
Then he leaned back suddenly, instinct snapping. A pair of long pale legs slashed across his vision, skirt fluttering dangerously as Lisa's ZanpakutĹŤ swept at his face.
Su Li froze, eyes twitching. "…Fat times… damn it."
For the first time his smile cracked, a shadow flickering across his expression.
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