Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

"Soul Extraction Chamber".

"This is the research lab that Kiryu Hikifune often uses to develop his Soul Reincarnation technology. Relevant materials are very likely stored here. Keep an eye out for them."

The speaker's voice was hoarse, like sand being rubbed on sandpaper, making one's ears hurt.

One of them stepped forward, formed hand seals, and chanted incantations. The moment the spiritual pressure was released, the massive Kido barrier transformed into a light curtain that completely enveloped the entire building.

After taking precautions to isolate the area, the man drew his Zanpakuto and prepared to pry open the door.

The second floor of the Soul Extraction Room.

A figure stood by the window, the hazy light of the demonic path concealing his spiritual pressure and form, minimizing his presence.

Aizen gazed calmly at the courtyard below, a hint of doubt flickering deep within his brown pupils:

"Infiltrating the 12th Division to carry out some kind of mission?"

"Why is that guy here too?"

Despite Akira's elaborate disguise, Aizen recognized her at a glance.

Without him.

A certain level of naivety and simplicity is not something that can be easily imitated.

Noticing the commotion of someone trying to pry open the door below, Aizen pondered for a moment, then quietly went downstairs.

Although it was unclear what Ruyue Ming's mission was, given their tacit understanding, it wouldn't be difficult for them to coordinate a simple task.

Soon, the lock was broken, and the three filed in.

The other two were frantically searching the soul extraction room, looking for any files and records that might be hidden there.

However, unnoticed by them, another figure formed a hand seal in the corner of the room, and the barrier light screen instantly unfolded, directly isolating all sounds in the extraction room.

Aizen's figure flickered, passing by the two of them.

The moment he sheathed his sword, the bodies of the two high-ranking officials among the Grim Reapers suddenly froze, and a bright red line appeared on their bare necks.

All life has vanished.

Ru Yueming stared wide-eyed, holding her breath as she gazed at this incredibly sophisticated scene, her face filled with envy. She felt so sour, as if she had just eaten a whole lemon.

We're all Grim Reapers, so why is their art style so cool?

Aizen turned around, his gaze falling on Kisame Akira. Before he could speak, he saw his best friend instantly raise his hands, reminding him:

"Don't make a move, we're on the same side!"

Aizen fell silent at the clean and decisive gesture of surrender.

This was the first time he had encountered an opponent with such a lack of resistance.

"How will you be here?"

Despite being covered by several layers of binding barriers, he was still recognized at a glance, unsurprisingly.

"Research."

Aizen answered succinctly, "And you?"

"Stealing."

Ru Yueming blinked her eyes, appearing very honest.

Aizen: "..."

Is it really appropriate to say something like that in front of a member of the 12th Division?

In just a few words, Ru Yueming recounted in detail what had happened that night.

The kind of thing that requires thinking can be left to Aizen.

It is believed that Sousuke, who already possesses some of his wisdom, can come up with a perfect solution.

"The technology of 'spirit soul' is just what we need here."

As he spoke, Aizen pulled out a written record from the archives beside him.

Ru Yueming leaned over and glanced at it curiously, but that one glance immediately made her feel drowsy.

It's full of technical jargon I don't understand; it's too complicated, and it seems a bit overclocked.

Aizen, holding the written record, inquired:

"Should we give this to Tsunayoshiro Ansai?"

Upon hearing this, Ru Yueming frowned and began to think about it very seriously.

After a moment, he looked up and asked curiously:

"How much do you know about this soul-binding technology?"

Aizen placed it back on the table and replied casually:

"All."

Ru Yueming suddenly felt a toothache; the suppression from the genius made it hard for him to breathe.

Aizen explained, "That's how scientific research is; going from zero to one is often the hardest part."

"It is much easier for newcomers to master it."

Ru Yueming's expression twitched slightly. She avoided the complex written record and asked:

"Could we tamper with it a little?"

Aizen frowned slightly, then relaxed: "I understand what you're thinking."

"it should be OK."

As soon as he finished speaking, Aizen began working at his desk, smoothly writing out one daunting symbol and number after another.

Before long, a written record, similar to the previous one, appeared on the paper.

"This one can be used to hand in the assignment."

"The deviation value is no more than 0.12 percent. No matter how Tsunayo Ansai uses this technology, it will leave irreparable errors."

Aizen handed the written record to Akira Kisaragi and then casually destroyed the original.

If you're going to put on a show, you might as well go all the way.

The two then created signs of battle in the soul extraction chamber and faked the injuries of the two dead men.

at the same time.

In the Soul Calibration Research Lab of the Twelfth Division, Fuchigami was deftly flipping through various documents piled on the bookshelf.

Just as he was completely focused, a soft voice slowly sounded from behind him:

"The team barracks are unusually lively today..."

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"who?!"

Yuan Shangnan suddenly turned around, his eyes anxiously searching for the source of the sound.

"You're really interesting."

"Breaking into my house and asking who I am? Didn't you investigate beforehand when you did your bad deeds?"

The creaking sound of the wheels turning was especially clear in the empty room.

Under Yuan Shangnan's gaze, a flawless white figure broke into the darkness. The simple research gown accentuated her ethereal beauty. The woman gracefully walked to the center of the room, a mocking smile on her pale face.

"Let me think about what day it is today. So many little mice have broken into the barn."

"Shutara Senjumaru..."

When Yuan Shangnan saw the newcomer's appearance clearly, he immediately recognized his identity and accurately stated his name.

"I advise you to mind your own business. This is not something a researcher like you can interfere with!"

Facing Shutara Senjumaru, who was about to be promoted to the Zero Division, Fuchigami showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he spoke with an air of righteous indignation.

They completely disregarded the other party.

If Ru Yueming were to witness this scene, he would surely shower the other party with praise.

It's been a long time since I've seen such a brave warrior.

Do you have several lives? How dare you talk to a crazy woman like that?

However, in Fuchigami's mind, Shutara Senjumaru was just a researcher in the 12th Division, and had never even served as a captain.

He was fortunate enough to develop the Shinigami Armor, an invention that could influence the Soul Society, and thus earned the qualification to be promoted to the Zero Division.

But if we're talking about strength, even a hundred Senju Maru wouldn't be worthy of carrying his shoes!

This is the confidence of the strong!

"If I am looked down upon like this, that guy Yefu will definitely make fun of me when he comes back."

Senjumaru covered her mouth and chuckled, "For the sake of my dignity, you'd better put up a fierce resistance!"

"Otherwise, I would be very troubled..."

The moment the words left his mouth, Yuan Shangnan's hair stood on end, and an indescribable chill swept over him from all directions, instantly blocking all possible escape routes.

In the darkness, vibrant colors fill the space, depicting an incomparably magnificent world of silk.

Before he could dodge, a resolute glint flashed across Yuan Shangnan's face. In the instant his left hand was held horizontally in front of him, he loudly chanted a demonic incantation:

"Hado #58: Kennyan!"

An endless gust of wind suddenly erupted from his palm, sweeping across the entire room and hurtling forward with overwhelming force.

It was as if countless extremely sharp blades were intersecting, and the sound of metal clashing could even be heard in the air.

The fabrics hung down, torn and swallowed by the gale, and countless colorful strips of cloth poured down like a torrential rain, quickly filling the entire room and making one feel as if they were in a fairy tale world.