"I've transmigrated."
Zhi Ming sat on the bed in a daze, feeling the light in his right eye return. Having worn an eye mask for most of his life, he didn't know whether to be happy or sad at this moment.
Before he could come back to his senses, a bunch of memories that he had never experienced before surged into his mind. Several keywords kept surging in his mind.
Corpse Soul World, Hailing Pavilion, Court Guard Team Thirteen, Death God, Void. In just a moment, Zhi Ming had roughly understood this world through these memories, and at the same time, he also figured out his current identity.
He was the founder of the 13th Guardian Team of the Corpse Soul World, the leader of the 1st Team, the strongest Grim Reaper in the Corpse Soul World, and adopted by the grandson of Yamamoto Genyanagi Shigekuni.
Although he was adopted, Yamamoto Motoyanagi treated him like a blood relative. Although he was strict, he was also loving and caring. He could be called a model parent. His only shortcoming was that he was too stubborn and conservative. He often quarreled with Zhiming because of his different views, even though Zhiming was still young at this time.
(Well, this is quite in line with my personality.)）
Chi Ming Sheng Shi gently pinched his chin. The original owner of this body was as eccentric as he was. In addition, he learned from his memories how pedantic Yamamoto Genyanagi Shigekuni, the strongest Death God, was. Not to mention the original owner of this body, if it were him, he would only quarrel even more fiercely.
(But if that's the case, at least there's no problem with her personality. At least she won't make others feel that something's wrong.)）
Zhi Ming Sheng Shi let go of the worry that he might expose himself as a transmigrator. He jumped off the bed and stretched his arms when there was a knock on the door.
"Please come in."
Zhi Ming Sheng Shi replied casually. Then, the door was pulled open, and a man with white hair and golden eyes and a small beard walked in.
The vice-captain of Team One, and also the adjutant of his cheap grandfather, Sparrow Head Jiro.
"Young Master, the head captain wants you to go to the training field.”
Sparrow Minotaku Jiro looked respectfully at Amitabha Seishi, who waved his hand and replied casually.
"Yes, yes ~ I'll go over now."
From his memory, he learned that Yamamoto had a strong sense of responsibility for the country and wanted to cultivate himself into a god of death who could take charge of his own territory. Even though he was still young, he had set a weekly training session, and today was the day of the training.
After putting on his clothes, Chi Ming Sheng Shi followed Suzaku Mijiro to the training ground. Along the way, he shrugged his shoulders uncomfortably and looked at the white robe he was wearing unhappily.
Obviously, the style of dressing in this world was very different from his original world. At least, he was not used to wearing this. From his memories, he knew that if he became the Death God in the future, he would wear a set of clothes called the Death Overlord Suit, which was no different from the white robe he was wearing now.
(I have to find a way to change my clothes.)
Akira made up his mind. At the same time, he followed Suzaku Minotaku Jiro to the martial arts field. When he walked in, he saw his cheap grandfather, Yamamoto Genyanagi, kneeling on the ground with his eyes closed. There was a wooden sword in front of him.
"Head Captain, Young Master is here."
Suzaku Mijiro reported. Yamamoto Motoyanagi slowly opened his eyes. When he saw his old eyes, Akira's heart trembled.
It was self-evident how powerful he was. Just by looking at the other party's eyes, one could tell that this seemingly weak old man was definitely a terrifying expert.
Yamamoto Genyanagi Shigekun picked up his wooden sword and slowly stood up. He issued a deep but powerful order to Akira.
"Grip the wooden saber tightly and start today's training.”
At some point in time, Sparrow Minotaku Jiro had presented a wooden sword to Akira Seishi with both hands. He had bent down because of his height. Akira Seishi shrugged lightly and did not say anything. He reached out to pick up the wooden sword from Sparrow Minotaku Jiro's hand and casually knocked it on his shoulder.
Soon after, this action was strongly reprimanded by Yamamoto Genyanagi Shigekuni.
"Life and Death! Have you forgotten what I taught you last week? Hold the knife properly!"
(Tsk, this cheap grandpa is really pedantic.)）
Hearing Yamamoto's reprimand, Akira Seiki pursed his lips. He had already obtained his memories, so he naturally knew why Yamamoto told him to hold his sword properly. Wasn't he just going to take a stance according to the Kendo he taught him?
Unfortunately, Akira no longer intended to comply. He squinted his eyes and looked at Yamamoto Mogenyanagi Shigekuni indifferently.
"If you want to fight, then fight. Why are you so particular? I just need to finish my training, right?”
"Nonsense! Fighting is not child's play!"
Of course, Akira's words made Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekuni furious. He roared again. Akira dug his ears with his pinky finger, speechless at his grandfather's stubbornness.
It seemed that it was useless to say it with his mouth.
Chi Ming Sheng Shi swung his wooden blade down and casually stood by his side. His eyes instantly turned from lazy to extremely serious. His toes slightly tapped the ground. Without any warning, his body suddenly rushed towards Yamamoto Genliu Shigekun. In just a blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Yamamoto Genliu Shigekun and swung the wooden blade in his hand at his bald head.
“！！！”
Facing this attack that was completely different from the past, Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekuni was stunned at first, but he reacted in less than half a second. He gripped the wooden blade with both hands and chopped down steadily and quickly from top to bottom. He suddenly collided with the wooden blade that was swung out by Akira Seishi. Then, as expected, Akira Seishi's wooden blade was knocked to the ground, and Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekuni's wooden blade accurately stopped on Akira Seishi's shoulder.
The victor was decided in an instant.
Feeling his hand trembling slightly, Zhi Ming Sheng Shi frowned.
Of course, he knew that it was impossible for this attack to hit Yamamoto Genyanagi Shigekuni. Otherwise, his title as the strongest Death God would be for nothing. What surprised him was how weak this body was.
No, that wasn't right.
Zhi Ming Sheng Shi immediately denied it in his heart. Although he was young, he was still a soul body. Moreover, he could feel that the original owner of this body did not lack training. Based on the strength alone, it was almost the same as the adult human body in his previous life. There could only be one reason why he could not even take a single blow.
The difference between his physical fitness and Yamamoto's was too great, like the difference between clouds and mud.
While Zhiming was pondering in his heart, Yamamoto Genyanagi was also surprised. Zhiming's strength was the same as before, but his speed was far from what he had been able to compare to before. The angle and timing of his swing seemed casual, but it was actually extremely tricky. It was very difficult for people who did not prepare in advance to block this attack. If it were not for his thousand years of battle experience and physical instinct, he would have been hit by the sword just now, even if it could not cause any harm to him.
"Humph ~"
Zhi Ming's lips twitched slightly. He turned his trembling wrist slightly, bent down to pick up the wooden knife, turned around, and returned to his original position. He held the wooden knife in his left hand and stood casually by his side again.
"Again."
As soon as he finished speaking, Akira's body once again rushed to the front of Yamamoto Genyanagi Shigekuni. His left hand gripped the wooden blade tightly and swung it from the bottom right to the top left.
(Naive. Do you think you can attack me by changing your angle?）
Facing the second attack from Akira Seki, Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekuni snorted coldly in his heart and quickly got into position. In just an instant, he placed the wooden blade in his hand horizontally in front of him to block Akira Seki's attack.
As Akira raised his left hand, Yamamoto Genyanagi's eyes widened in disbelief.
The wooden blade that was originally held in Zhi Ming's left hand had disappeared.
The moment Yamamoto Genliu Sugikoku noticed this, Akira Seishi gripped the blade tightly in his right hand. He swung the wooden blade from right to left, parallel to the wooden blade that Yamamoto Genliu Sugikoku used to block his slash. He slashed the wooden blade in his hand across Yamamoto Genliu Sugikoku's waist without any obstruction. Then, he straightened up and placed the wooden blade on his shoulder as he spoke indifferently.
"We're even now."
After Zhiming Shengshi finished speaking, Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekuni was still in the same posture as before. After a long while, he straightened up and stared at his adopted grandson in front of him. In his heart, he also understood what had happened just now.
(He deliberately held the wooden saber with his left hand and focused all his attention on his left hand. When the wooden saber was swung upward, he released his hand and caught the falling wooden saber with his right hand. He cut himself without realizing it.)
It was true that when training with his grandson, Yamamoto would not be too serious. If it was a real battlefield, Akira's Life and Death would definitely not hit him, but even so, it was enough to surprise Yamamoto.
"Old man, in terms of strength, I really can't beat you now.”Zhi Ming Sheng Shi grinned and said with a smile,""But when it comes to knife skills, I have as many as I want ~"
As long as they won the battle, it didn't matter what methods they used. There was no such thing as despicable in a duel of life and death.
This was Zhi Ming's life creed in his previous life.
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