One Piece Aizen Sosuke

Since that night, probably because they had been on the 'battlefield' together, there was a new member of the small circle of Aizen, Gumir, and Jonathan who didn't like to talk much, and who previously preferred to be alone. Man.

"In other words, you actually felt murderous intent at that time?"

Jonathan looked a little subtle and touched the little stubble on his chin that he hadn't had time to shave off this morning.

"But, what exactly is this murderous aura?"

"You will know when you kill the first person."

Aizen answered as he walked out from behind the curtain and buttoned his shirt.

Today was the day for the usual physical examination, and the three of them happened to be together. As for Gumil, he had already been examined yesterday.

"I can't understand...Wait a minute, Aizen, have you grown taller again?"

"...I was already in the growth period."

After arranging his clothes for a moment, Aizen glanced at Jonathan, who had a look on his face that said, "I want to grow taller too." He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Okay, don't waste time."

He raised his foot and kicked the person in. Dauberman was indeed the only activist who drew his sword that night.

"Oh...fuck you! Dauberman, you bastard!"

Turning a deaf ear to the curses that came from inside the next second, Dauberman touched his pocket, only to realize that it was empty because he needed a physical examination. He turned around.

"Any cigarettes?"

"No smoking allowed in training camp... none."

"Tsk."

Looking at the young man next to him with drooped mouth corners and a ferocious look on his face, Aizen thought for a while and took out two lumps wrapped in white paper from his pocket.

"There's candy, do you want it?"

"...Are you some kind of brat?"

"No way, it's the growth stage! The doctor said I'd better prepare some high-calorie, easy-to-carry food to replenish the energy consumed." Aizen stretched out his hand, "The chef's special one, it tastes pretty good."

"That old guy really prefers you."

After struggling for a while, Dauberman took it, roughly pinched open the outer packaging, threw it into his mouth, and made a crunching sound when bitten.

"I said, you didn't even bring a knife that night. Were you too sure that you couldn't fight?"

Compared to Jonathan, who was indifferent, and Gumir, who was obviously wearing a filter, Dauberman felt that among the people present, only he, who had been immersed in the battlefield for a long time, was slightly aware of the unusual behavior of the young man in front of him.

Obviously, he already knew the specific situation after being reminded by the experience. This guy who was good at swordsmanship walked out the door empty-handed.

With his laid-back look, I really don't know whether it would be more appropriate to call him confident or... arrogant.

Aizen smiled, noncommittal.

“Words are weapons, Dauberman.

And I happen to know this very well. "

After a moment of silence, the young navy man with a cross scar under his left eye sneered.

"That idiot died unjustly."

"Well, anyway, the result is good, isn't it?"

After completing the examination, Jonathan walked out with a nonchalant smile, "It's great now, it's quiet. I don't want to waste my rare reading time on fighting."

"If you spend more time training yourself, you won't be ranked last in the training camp."

"Sorry, I follow the strategy route, which is different from the martial arts route like you."

"Oh, Aizen has read no less books than you, but his training volume is not the highest among us."

"That's because I'm a normal human and this guy is a monster!"

"...If you complain, please at least don't say it in front of me, the client."

After half an hour.

"Hey, Sosuke, why are you still here?"

Jonathan, who finally recovered from the quarrel, looked at Aizen who was still looking at the documents in his hand while walking, and couldn't help but let out a surprised sound.

After coming out of the cafeteria, they should have separated. Because there was a physical training class scheduled for this morning, Aizen always stayed indoors for physical training at this time.

In the words of Teacher Zefa, instead of wasting time on skills, it is better to take advantage of this golden period to improve physical fitness.

"Of course because I have my reasons."

Aizen looked down at the rows of data on the file without raising his head.

"Smart man, you have forgotten that there is only one person in the entire training camp who knows the seventh form of Shunpo in the Navy."

When Dauberman said this, Jonathan understood instantly.

"That is to say..."

The two of them looked at the young boy next to them.

Will he be their instructor for this course?

"Don't think too much. As a student, I will not be your instructor. I am just a teaching assistant. When Teacher Zefa is busy, I will be responsible for answering your questions."

"...Is there any difference?"

"Also, Shunpo is not a particularly difficult taijutsu to learn, so I'm not the only one who knows it."

"Hey, hey, Sakaski, did you hear that? It's not particularly difficult to learn!"

"……To shut up!"

"Sakaski, long time no see."

Closing the folder with a snap, Aizen turned around and said with a surprised smile, "Is there something wrong?"

Different from clocking in to work and having no time to hang out, Porusalino always came over one day in three days. After following Lieutenant General He, Sakaski rarely came to this training camp.

"I heard that Lieutenant General He has assigned you a lot of homework?"

"Hey, hey, Soyousuke, have you also learned from this guy Sakaski? It's not polite to treat others as if they don't exist."

Porusalino interjected, coming over dissatisfied.

"I don't know who these two are..."

Seeing that this guy was harassing the other two people, Sakaski lowered his head and asked.

"Is Teacher Zefa there?"

Aizen shook his head: "I've been out for a while."

To be precise, the people from the World Government left the training camp on the same day they arrived.

Otherwise, that cp9 idiot wouldn't have the guts to kill people in a training camp with generals in charge.

"Major General Ange is in charge of the training camp now. Do you want to see him?"

"Then you don't have to."

Rejecting the proposal, Sakaski said, "By the way, Lieutenant General He asked me to bring you a book. The book is a bit big... Wherever your dormitory is, I'll take it directly to you."

After looking at the navy man whose face was half hidden under the brim of his hat, Aizen understood and patted his arm.

"I understand, then, please Sakaski, please sit in my dormitory for a while. I will come over after taking care of things."

"Hey, what about me?"

Porusalino, who was chatting happily with Jonathan and the others at the front, turned around with particularly sensitive ears, "Soyousuke, you can't be too kind to one!"

"You come with me."

It just so happened that Shunpo's teaching still lacked a tool, and there was a ready workforce, which saved him some effort.

"...I always feel like something is wrong."

Looking suspiciously at the unmoving young man, Porusalino touched the back of his head and followed him anyway.