CH 24

“Damn, that hurts!!”

As soon as Kimura Muyang returned from his Inner World, his whole body was sore as he recalled what Shiun told him.

“Using Shiun to grant you explosive speed and strength is not a bad idea, but that’s not where it truly shines. As you know, Shiun is a support-type Zanpakuto, and it’s supposed to be used outside battle, not while in battle.”

“Outside battle?”

“Yes, that’s how to use Shiun’s ability optimally.”

“So you want me to enhance my physical ability all the time?”

“Well, you’re not too far off.” Shiun looked at Kimura Muyang seriously: “Although you can use Shiun’s abilities to grant you explosive strength and speed during battle, it all depends on how much load your body can handle. Thus, it will be unusable once your body can’t handle it anymore, and in serious cases, it may even endanger yourself. Kimura Kazuya did mention this once, right?”

“Ah, come to think of it, that old man did mention something like that once.” Kimura Muyang nodded.

“At least you know that Shiun’s ability can enhance your body. As you know, there was no limit to the enhancement as long as your body could handle it. With another kind of implementation, you can strengthen your body. You should know where I’m going with this now that I’ve said this much, right?”

“I get it. Simply put, I’d have to use Shiun’s ability constantly to strengthen my body.” As an otaku who had read a bunch of novels and watched a bucketload of animes, Kimura Muyang easily understood what Shiun was trying to say, which was to constantly use Shiun’s ability to toughen his body in his everyday life. That way, he’d be not only more capable in battle but also able to withstand more intense enhancement to his body.

However…

His whole body was already numb and sore as he used Shiun’s ability now. He could only imagine how hellish his daily life was going to be if he constantly used it.

“Kimura, thank god you are still here, come with me! Someone is…”

As soon as Kimura Muyang came to his senses, he saw Aranmaru Shishin dashed toward him, spouting nonsense.

“Someone is what? Can you please stop talking halfway!” Kimura Muyang said irritatedly since Aranmaru Shishin seemed to have a habit of leaving people hanging.

“Kimura, your head…”

“Head your ass! I’m asking what were you gonna say just now!” Kimura Muyang was getting impatient.

“Ah? Oh!” Aranmaru Shishin immediately regained his focus and then excitedly said: “The 8th Division 3rd Seat Lisa Yadōmaru came earlier. She asked you to go to the tavern. Wow, you’re actually acquainted with a Seated Officer? And a 3rd Seat too, no less!”

“Oh.” Kimura Muyang replied. He immediately knew that Lisa and the rest were going drinking, and he was glad that they didn’t forget to invite him.

“Oh? Is that all?” Aranmaru Shishin said incredulously.

“What do you want me to say?” Kimura Muyang was confused by Aranmaru Shishin’s question.

“She’s 3rd Seat, you know!” Aranmaru Shishin shouted.

Kimura Muyang couldn’t help but smile wryly. It couldn’t be helped since Aranmaru Shishin didn’t know that he was stronger than Lisa. As expected of Shin’ō students, they truly held all Gotei 13 members in high regard!

While Aranmaru Shishin was still preaching about how amazing Lisa was, Kimura Muyang stood up after dusting his clothes and Zanpakuto and waved his hand: “I’m going then, bye.”

Kimura Muyang used Shunpo to get to the tavern faster before Aranmaru Shishin could say anything back.

On his way, Kimura Muyang noticed that everyone he passed by was staring at him. At first, he thought it was simply because of how handsome he was, but as he kept going, more and more people stared at him, so he just smiled wryly at everyone because he didn’t know the cause behind all this.

As he finally arrived at the tavern’s door, Kimura Muyang sighed as it was tiring to keep smiling. He just blamed it all on his handsomeness

As the bartender led him to the room that Lisa booked, Kimura Muyang could clearly hear Hirako screaming while Hiyori was laughing with Love’s weird laughter in between. He could also hear Mashiro and Kensei exchanging banter as he stood in front of the door of the room.

“Why don’t you come in?” Lisa’s voice was heard as the door was slid open, and Kimura Muyang could see the mess inside. Hirako was lying on the floor with, of course, Hiyori stepping on his face. Mashiro was rolling on the ground, while Kensei seemed so annoyed at her, and Love was drinking his sake while laughing at them in the corner. Lastly, Lisa was the one who opened the door.

Kimura Muyang was dumbfounded even though he was used to this situation, “you guys are as close as always.”

The moment everyone saw Kimura Muyang, a burst of laughter immediately echoed in the room. Hiyori let go of his foot from Hirako’s face and pointed at Kimura Muyang, laughing her ass off: “Hahaha, pfft, what’s with that head, Kimura? .”

“Hiyori, knock that out,” Hirako said to Hiyori with a serious look. “Don’t you see that’s his new hairstyle?” Hirako had a hard time holding back his laughter.

“Kimura, your hairstyle is really…” Kensei pondered for a while, yet he couldn’t find the right word to describe it.

“Ah! Kimura, are you copying Love?” Mashiro said with a puzzled look.

Kimura Muyang then looked at Love, who was slamming the table repeatedly as he laughed so loud that tears almost came out. He was so confused by everyone’s reaction that he decided to turn to Lisa, hoping for an answer from her

Although Lisa also laughed at him, she didn’t laugh as hard as the others. Seeing Kimura Muyang still seemed puzzled, Lisa took out a small mirror and handed it to him: “see it for yourself.”

Kimura Muyang had a bad feeling when Lisa handed him the mirror, and his suspicion was proven right when he looked at himself in the mirror.

What he saw was all his hair that already turned spiky, which was way worse than Love’s hairstyle. No wonder everyone was staring at him along the way. It turned out it wasn’t because he was handsome and simply because his hairstyle was just baffling. He wanted to kill himself the moment he imagined himself smiling at people with that kind of hairstyle.

Seeing Kimura Muyang has completely turned white, Hirako tried to console him: “I mean, It’s your business to pick what kind of hairstyle you want to go with. Just look at Love; he doesn’t seem bothered. So relax, I’ll be rooting for you no matter what.”

“But it’s not like my hair becomes like this because I like it…” Kimura Muyang wanted to cry as he saw the consoling look on everyone’s faces, but not a drop came out.