Because he was not very proficient in flash step and had not yet mastered many small techniques, Duke went in the wrong direction many times while traveling. A few times he corrected himself after realizing it, but most of the time he himself did not notice it, so now he is embarrassed.

"How can getting lost be so difficult for me? I'm not a beast like Kenpachi Zaraki whose brain is only filled with muscles, asking me to use academic knowledge to solve a problem that only a novice hiker would be troubled by." Duke vowed that one should not panic if one gets lost in the wild, and this is especially true in the Soul Society. As long as one can find the directions of east, west, south, and north, there is no chance of getting lost, because the most central location is the Seireitei, which is the best landmark.

"Well, let me think about it... Plants are good companions for lost hikers. The first thing to do is to find a tree..." Duke found a big tree nearby and began to observe it carefully.

"According to the law that the sun rises in the east and sets in the west... the shadow of the tree will indicate the east, south, west and north... How did it say that? I can't remember it, but it doesn't matter, I have many other ways to distinguish, this won't be difficult for me." Duke originally wanted to use the sun to distinguish the direction, but he couldn't remember the specifics, so he changed his method. This method... Let's find a tree first.

"According to the habits of the plant, the branches and leaves on the south side are lush and those on the north side are sparse. It's still very simple." Duke gave himself a thumbs up, then looked at the tree in front of him... It seems that this tree grows more evenly, with lush branches and leaves, and it is hard to tell where it is lush and where it is sparse.

"It doesn't matter. I can't hang myself on the same tree anymore. Let's try another one." Duke didn't give up. He changed a tree... and another tree... and another tree...

"The trees in Soul Society are a blessing for people with obsessive-compulsive disorder. They all look the same." Speechless, Duke gave up the method of relying on plant habits to distinguish the directions, and changed his method again. Of course, he still had to find a tree.

What a tragic scene, a one-sided massacre! People frightened by Duke turned and fled, and soon the mob dispersed.

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"Let's talk about it after we grab it. Whoever grabs it first will own it!" Ignoring the crowd rushing towards him, Duke slowly drew out his Zanpakutō. There were sounds of swords clashing, accompanied by screams. The sharp blade of the Zanpakutō pierced the skin, cut the muscles, severed the bones, and splashed hot blood, bringing death. The blow was fatal, leaving no one alive. These wandering souls fell to the ground and died without a sound before they felt the pain. Only a few lucky ones cried out before they died.

As Duke walked away, the footsteps gradually became quieter, and the whole place fell silent. The people who had escaped came back one by one, picking out usable weapons from the pile of corpses. Several people tentatively walked up to the attacker, trying to take away the broken knife he was holding tightly. With a slight touch, the attacker's whole body seemed to be broken, and he fell in a pool of blood, his eyes were lifeless and empty, and his face was gray. He had already died.

"Go to hell!" Liuhun, who escaped death, climbed up, picked up the broken knife beside him, attacked Duke from behind, and chopped him down with one knife.

"Very good, the direction the blade is pointing to is determined to be you!"

He gripped the Zanpakutō handle with his five fingers, using the friction between the blade and the scabbard to create an instant burst of power when he drew the sword. The sword flashed, and the tree was split in half. A faint murderous aura spread, and Duke breathed a sigh of relief and sheathed his Zanpakutō.

"When you are lost, it is not advisable to rely on intuition. You will only go around in circles. What should I do... I got it, there is another trick." Duke scratched his head and finally came up with a solution. This method involves mysticism, probability, astronomy, psychology, etc. It is very difficult to master and cannot be used except in emergency situations.

Duke took out his Zanpakuto, stood on the ground, his face solemn, his eyes unblinking, then he gently let go, and with a snap, the knife fell to the ground.

Chop! Slash! Stab! Sweep! Cut! Duke's Zanpakutō swung faster and faster, each strike becoming harder to block, the angles more cunning and more deadly. His body was receiving memories, recording those murderous sword moves in every cell.

Duke ignored him, gently wiped his Zanpakuto, sheathed it and turned away. There was no reason to kill someone who had lost his fighting spirit, as this would bring shame to his swordsmanship.

The murderous souls were in tattered clothes, and their frail bodies could be blown down by a gust of wind. They were ready to move, licking the broken weapons in their hands, with crazy lights flashing in their eyes.

"Kill him, the knife is mine!"

"Let me see, the wide side of the tree rings is the south side... They are the same width, what a miracle!" Duke studied it carefully for a while, took out his Zanpakutō and gestured, and was surprised to find that he had accidentally found a unique tree in the world. The tree's annual rings are densely packed and countless, and it is unknown how many years it has grown. This is nothing, the key is that the annual rings are actually standard circles, the kind that can only be drawn with a compass. With an ominous premonition in his heart, Duke turned around and chopped down another big tree, the same circular annual rings, and the width was like carved out of a mold.

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"Who told me that plants don't lie? That's obviously nonsense! Science has proven that Soul Society is not scientific at all... So it's not me who's wrong, it's this world!" Depressed Duke couldn't accept the fact that he was lost, and could only attribute it to the fact that Soul Society was different from his previous life. The entire world of Soul Society is made up of spirit particles, and the theory of his previous life is worthless here.

Blood everywhere! Falling bodies! Powerless screams! Seeing his companions falling one by one, Duke was still swinging his sword at high speed, almost unscathed. Those who besieged him completely collapsed. The opponent was so powerful that they could not match him at all. At this moment, they had no advantage in numbers.

A sharp gaze swept over, like countless knives cutting through his body, and the air became extremely heavy. The murderous aura mixed with the spiritual pressure rose to the sky, and the attacker seemed to be strangled by the throat, and even forgot the instinct to breathe. His face turned red and he couldn't say a word. A few drops of sweat slid down his forehead, and his mouth opened ridiculously.

"Or do you want the Zanpakuto in my hand?" Duke showed the Zanpakuto at his waist and asked with narrowed eyes.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Kenpachi Zaraki practiced his beast-type swordsmanship on the outskirts of Rukongai. Why haven't I met any decent opponents? Have all the powerful guys left here?" Duke ate the food he had snatched and disappeared on the spot in an instant. When he reappeared, he was already a hundred meters away, walking towards the most desolate place.

"Is that man a monster?"

This sentence broke the last of the tense nerves of the crowd, and they rushed towards Duke with jealousy. Many people present held broken and rusty swords, even sticks and stones. In the chaotic Rukongai, food and water are indeed important, but compared with a sharp weapon, they are not worth mentioning. Only strength can live long. These souls know better than anyone else that the value of Zanpakuto is a treasure that must be obtained at all costs.

"Dead...how could this happen?"

Three days later, Duke, dizzy with hunger, finally walked out of the damned forest, robbed a few hideous-looking men, snatched their food and water, and ate them voraciously. He had no psychological burden about this, as this was the unwritten rule of Soul Society, the strong preyed on the weak, and he had survived this way before.

"Why did he die? He clearly had no wounds."

"Get out of my way! I'll kill anyone who dares to snatch it from me!"

"Don't kill me, I surrender..." A frightened wandering soul fell to the ground, his legs weak, and begged Duke.

"How can there be such a person? We can't defeat him at all..."

"Impossible, how can he be so strong?"

Leaving behind a few wailing khans, Duke tightened his Zanpakutō and went to find a place with people. These strong men were weak and did not even have the qualifications to draw their swords. They were not ideal whetstones. Along the way, he passed several small villages with only a few people. Almost everyone was a desperate criminal. In order to get a little food, they had to go through a life-and-death struggle. After seeing Duke's Zanpakutō, they showed greedy eyes, but unfortunately their strength was too weak and they could not even touch the corner of Duke's clothes.

"Run, run quickly..."

Duke left the village without regret and headed for the distance. Although these people had experienced the baptism of blood, it was not enough. Killing blindly was not the battle he expected. What he wanted was a fight of equal strength. Only strong people of the same level could stimulate his potential and completely master the fusion of swordsmanship.

"Itto-ryu Iai!"

Duke learned from several villagers that he had entered the 70th area of ​​Beiliuhun Street, which was a very far area. Here, new souls were born every day, and countless souls died in battles. Chaos, disorder, and unbearable to the eyes were the truest portrayal of this place.

"I hope there will be strong people in the next area who I can fight hard against. Rukongai should not be limited to this." Duke thought of Kenpachi Zaraki, who was a directionally challenged man. He entered the Soul Society because he couldn't find anyone worth killing in Rukongai. At that time, Kenpachi Zaraki already possessed the strength of a captain, so there must be powerful people in Rukongai, but he just hasn't discovered them yet.

"And you, when can you tell me your name? I've been waiting for a long time!" Duke stroked his Zanpakutō gently. Whenever he calmed down, he could clearly feel the presence of the sword, but no matter what the other party said, it was always vague at the critical moment and he couldn't hear the name clearly. It was like looking at flowers in the fog, separated by a layer of gauze, I could see it but couldn't say it, it was clearly at my lips, but I didn't know how to speak.

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