Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

"Don't worry, these are not problems."

"Mastering Bankai is not a necessary condition for becoming a captain."

"Among the captains of all time, there have been quite a few such outliers."

"Moreover, you have a great talent, which is why that person was willing to invest in you."

Ru Yueming seemed lost in thought.

It seems there's actually some truth to that.

Everyone in Soul Society knows that he has unparalleled talent, even surpassing Yamamoto. He is destined to be the pillar of Soul Society, the golden beam that holds up the sea.

It's quite normal for nobles to come and try to win them over at this time.

Just as he was thinking this, Kichikawa Kusakabe glanced at the night outside the window and bowed slightly, saying:

"Since the Third Seat of Ruyue is willing to pledge allegiance to that lord, then I am relieved."

"However, now is not the time to go public. Remember to keep it a secret and don't let a fourth person know about our conversation."

"When the next Golden Seal Noble Conference is held, that lord will propose this matter, and at that time, the Ruyue family will be added to the lower-ranking nobles."

Asuka Akira nodded repeatedly: "Of course, of course. You can rest assured that I will keep it a secret. You won't find anyone in the Soul Society who can keep their mouth shut better than me."

Upon hearing this, Kichikawa Kusakabe felt relieved, and the two got up to say goodbye and left the Eleventh Division.

As Ru Yueming watched the two figures disappear into the night, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes, but he quickly abandoned this pointless act and turned to go back to his room to sleep.

…………

The next morning.

As the first rays of sunlight streamed into the barracks, many team members were already busy at work.

The Soul Society has a large population and many missions.

In addition to their regular duties, the Thirteenth Squad is required to frequently travel to Rukongai to maintain world peace.

Having experienced two Hollow invasions in a short period of time, Yamamoto immediately increased patrols in Rukongai, more than tripling the number of personnel to patrol the area.

However, not everyone gets busy with work the first thing in the morning.

Yamamoto was one of them.

He liked to warm a pot of tea in the quietest time of the morning, under the sunlight, and savor it while letting his mind reach a state of tranquility.

Only in this way can he achieve maximum efficiency when handling official business.

Yamamoto sat cross-legged on the terrace outside the teahouse, holding a teacup in both hands, his mind at peace, quietly enjoying this rare moment of leisure.

"Really..."

"teacher!"

"Captain!"

"Lord Genryusai!"

"Something bad is going to happen!"

The sudden, deafening roar outside the barracks nearly startled Yamamoto, causing him to drop his teacup.

When he noticed who the voice belonged to, his old face immediately darkened.

Kisaragi Akira excitedly barged into the First Division barracks, and even the two strongest members of the First Division, Sasakibe Chojiro and Okiga Genjiro, couldn't stop him.

Looking at the boy's face that suddenly appeared in front of him, Yamamoto took a deep breath, placed the teacup on the small table beside him, then sat up straight and walked into the tea room.

"Hey, teacher, where are you going?"

"I brought you a gift."

"This is so kind of you. By the way, what kind of gift is it?"

"You'll see when you get there..."

Ruyue Ming frowned, unable to recall what day it was, that Yamamoto had actually prepared a gift for him.

Before long, Yamamoto slowly walked out of the room, carrying a dark purple hilt, an oval-shaped guard, and a blade burning with flames.

Upon seeing this, Ru Yueming's eyes widened:

"You mustn't, teacher! This is the Ryujin Jakka you've sworn brother with, it's like giving it to me like this... wouldn't that be..."

Veins bulged on Yamamoto's forehead: "When did I ever say I would give you Ryujin Jakka?"

"You said it yourself..."

As Yueming retreated almost imperceptibly, he suddenly realized that today didn't seem to be a good time. It wouldn't be too late to report back tomorrow when Yamamoto's anger had subsided.

Unfortunately, it's still a step too late.

The moment the instinct for danger exploded, a large hand reached out and grabbed Ru Yueming by the back of the neck, ignoring his shameful cries, and dragged him directly into the newly renovated dojo.

Soon, the First Squad barracks were filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Outside the dojo, Chojiro Sasaki and Genjiro Okiga exchanged glances, both seeing the helplessness on each other's faces.

The good news is that the Captain-Commander is no longer as lifeless as before.

The bad news is that Captain Unohana has been commissioned to develop a new blood pressure medication.

Hopefully, Ruyueming can survive the Captain's iron fist.

…………

After giving Ruyue a good beating, Yamamoto felt refreshed and invigorated, much more so than drinking hot tea every morning.

Ru Yueming did a somersault, jumping up from the ground and then landing flat on the floor with a thud.

"Help me up, I can still take you..."

He staggered and struggled, and it took him a while to come to his senses.

When he had fully recovered, Yamamoto brought over a tea table and placed it between the two of them. He then poured two cups of tea and pushed them in front of Ruyueming.

"Tell me, what is this important matter?"

The old man sipped his tea and said casually.

After Szayelaporro's invasion of Soul Society, Yamamoto said that nothing could surprise him anymore.

Ru Yueming tapped his still-shaking head and replied casually:

"Oh, it's really nothing serious."

“Last night, an old fellow named Qichuan Caogen came to me and said that as long as I pledge allegiance to that lord, he would make me a lower-ranking noble.”

"Tch, who does he think he is?"

As Yue Ming fully recovered, she let out a disdainful snort, "Shafulin, 'that lord'?"

"Just a coward who doesn't even dare to reveal his name!"

He recounted all the details one by one, directly severing ties with Akira Kisaragi, who had been the most tight-lipped person in the entire Soul Society last night.

After hearing this, Yamamoto lowered his gaze slightly, a thoughtful look flashing in his narrowed eyes.

That stupid disciple, what grassroots? He's clearly the head of the lower-ranking noble family, the Qichuan clan, Qichuan Grassroots, the most loyal dog of one of the five great noble families.

A shadow crossed his eyes. Yamamoto hadn't expected that even after he had backed down to such an extent, this group would still refuse to give up and insist on stirring up trouble among the nobles, affecting the Gotei 13 and even the entire Soul Society.

If it weren't for the stability of Soul Society, why would I have to compromise like this?

Although he tried his best not to get involved in the wars involving the rebels, Yamamoto, as the captain of the Thirteenth Division, was well aware that these so-called rebels were largely supported by nobles.

The vast Soul Society has been turned into a chaotic mess by these scheming and despicable people, leaving no one in peace.

Is it easy for an old man who is thousands of years old to work hard every day for the peace and stability of the Soul Society?

Just thinking about these things made Yamamoto feel an inexplicable fire rise in his heart, and he wished he could draw his sword and fight his way out of the chaos.

After sulking for a while, he looked at his good-for-nothing disciple and lowered his voice:

"What are your own thoughts on this?"

Upon hearing this, Ru Yueming raised her head, gave her rigid-minded teacher a look as if she were looking at an idiot, and said without any attempt to hide her thoughts:

"Is there even a question? Of course it is..."

Before he could finish speaking, flames erupted from Yamamoto's fist, giving him a look that said, "Speak properly," which immediately made Ruyue Ming back down.

He gave an awkward smile and explained, "Of course I'm on your side, teacher."

Ru Yueming prided himself on being no match for these old schemers who had lived for hundreds or thousands of years, but he was very clear about one thing.

This is a world where force reigns supreme.

Those nobles, relying on their seniority, possessed some treasures related to the Soul Society, as well as some unknown secrets.

Taking advantage of Yamamoto's concern for the stability of Soul Society, he acted recklessly.

If it were Yamamoto, who fought Yhwach hundreds of years ago, these nobles would never have dared to be so disrespectful.

Otherwise, if they really angered the Sword Demon, the whole village would have to eat a feast together.

Back then, Yamamoto, wielding Ryujin Jakka, would cut his way from one end of Soul Society to the other without even blinking.

It's just that over the past few centuries, people have cultivated their character and gradually restrained themselves.

Yamamoto is having too many concerns right now.

They must consider both the balance between the various forces in Soul Society and guard against the potential catastrophe that could destroy the world at any time.

They even had to prevent certain nobles from resorting to desperate measures and dragging the Soul Society into an irreversible abyss.

Now the nobles have once again set their sights on him, clearly showing that they no longer take Yamamoto seriously.

Or rather, in their view, Yamamoto was just an obedient old man, not worth mentioning at all.

After all these years, he has never questioned the orders of the 46th Division, but has always resolutely carried them out.

Hearing this answer, Yamamoto nodded in satisfaction.

This kid still has some conscience; it wasn't for nothing that he took extra care of him.

"Then what are you going to do?"