Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

Or rather, he wasn't a genius in this area.

"The Fourth Way of Binding: This Rope!"

In the darkness, the light burst forth, like a venomous snake spotting its prey, instantly approaching Ru Yueming's side and then suddenly coiling around his body.

But the next moment.

Boom!

Ru Yueming grinned maliciously, unleashing a burst of powerful spiritual energy that shattered the rope binding him into fragments.

Upon seeing this scene, Aizen's eyes twitched. With his rich imagination, he was already somewhat afraid to think about what Kisame would look like a few years or even decades from now.

Youth version of Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni?

However, at that moment, Aizen suddenly looked out the window and noticed the restlessness of spiritual pressure and the chaotic sounds outside.

Others were exposed.

"Ming, destroy this place."

"no problem."

As the moon shines, Mingchong gives him an OK sign, "Binding Technique Twenty-One: Crimson Smoke Escape."

A large amount of crimson smoke instantly filled the soul extraction chamber, creating a vast expanse of smoke from the first floor to the second.

Aizen instantly moved to the window, his spiritual pressure defense activating the instant he used Shunpo.

The crackling electric arcs surged restlessly, igniting crimson flames and azure fire amidst the red glow.

boom! !

The scorching flames burst forth, the solid, heavy roof was instantly sent flying into the sky, the walls collapsed, and countless dust particles swirled in the intense heat, forming a huge mushroom cloud.

The deafening roar brought the Twelfth Division soldiers who came to their aid to an abrupt halt. They stared in horror at the scene in the distance, instinctively swallowing hard.

this moment.

They saw the sun in the dead of night.

As the flames erupted, a dark figure burst forth and vanished into the darkness beneath the cover of night.

Thank you so much for the generous donation from the middle-aged fat otaku!

P.S.: The timeline of Bleach is rather ambiguous, especially before the Hollowfication incident. I've postponed the appointment of the Visored captains a bit.

P.S.: Senjumaru is not as strong as he was during the Blood War because he does not yet possess the power of the Soul King, but he is still much stronger than the average captain.

Finally, I wish all my fellow book lovers a Happy New Year!

Chapter 109 The Self-Awareness of Those Who Escaped the Net

"The soul extraction chamber exploded, what about all those research results...?"

"Forget about research results, hurry up and save them! Aizen, the seventh seat of the Aizen Seat, is still inside!"

"These scoundrels are so arrogant, they actually dare to cause trouble in our Twelfth Division!"

"Aizen, Seventh Seat, are you alright? I'll rescue you right away!"

The group frantically rescued the victim buried in the rubble, only to find that he was unharmed, just a little less elegant.

Realizing that someone's spiritual pressure had disappeared from the barracks, Aizen breathed a sigh of relief, but then a barely perceptible hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

How could someone like me make sacrifices for others?

They might even cooperate with the other party to accomplish things that have nothing to do with them.

He had witnessed the harsh realities of life and gained a deep understanding of human nature since childhood, and he boasted that he had reached a point where he could disregard life and have no reverence for anything.

But when exactly did this philosophy of life change?

Aizen fell into deep thought...

On the other side, near the Soul Calibration Research Lab.

The silk fabrics hanging from the sky slowly unfurled, light and ethereal, like a dreamlike bubble.

The scene gradually unfolded, with numerous vines disintegrating and transforming back into spiritual particles that dissipated into the air.

A figure was tightly bound and wrapped in silk, with ghostly incantations appearing on the cloth, completely sealing off all of its spiritual power.

Captain of the 7th Division, Fuchigami.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with fear and trembling, and he didn't even have the courage to look Senjumaru in the eye.

The beautiful women that others admire are as terrifying as snakes and scorpions to him.

It's unimaginable what kind of psychological torment Fuchigami went through to transform from a resolute and indomitable captain of death into what he is now.

However, in reality, Senjumaru was not very interested in him.

Yuan Shangnan's poor mental fortitude is the reason that this situation occurred.

She had seen many Death Captains, but someone like Fuchigami could only be considered below average.

Let alone a Shinigami of Yamamoto Shigekuni's caliber, even the current captain of the 12th Division, Kiryu Hikifune, is several levels stronger than him.

Or rather, the two are simply not on the same level.

In comparison, Senjumaru preferred the boy who broke into her research institute that day.

A near-perfect spiritual body, containing limitless potential.

Even after seeing countless live experimental materials, it is still impossible to find anything comparable to it.

If it weren't for the possibility of provoking Yamamoto's wrath, Senjumaru would have already attacked Kisaragi Akira.

Thinking of this, a hint of regret flashed in Senjumaru's eyes, but then her gaze lowered slightly, and the corners of her rosy lips curved into a slight smile:

"Before heading to the Spirit King's Palace, perhaps we can find a suitable opportunity..."

The chaos within the Twelfth Division continues. The other invaders, unaware that their mission is complete, are still desperately searching for the files that record the technology of the Soul Reaver.

Under the cover of night, flames soared into the sky.

The moment Senjumaru made his move, all the chaos instantly subsided.

Its strength is evident.

…………

Under the moonlight, a sneaky figure silently followed the path they had come from and slipped into the heavily guarded Sixth District.

When he arrived at the magnificent mansion, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Ru Yueming looked herself over. Her clothes were as clean as ever, without a speck of dust. She looked exactly the same when she left as when she returned.

As for the injuries, not even a scratch was broken.

Seeing this, he frowned slightly.

Ever since joining the Twelfth Division, Aizen has become increasingly lax. After fighting for so long, he hasn't even managed to leave a scratch.

How can we stand atop the sky if things continue like this?

After a moment's hesitation, he swiftly tore his night clothes to shreds and unleashed his Thunderfire Sword, leaving numerous superficial wounds on his body, making him look quite miserable.

Seeing that continuing the pretense would be going too far, Ru Yueming finally stopped and casually climbed over the wall into the mansion.

Unsurprisingly, Kichikawa Kusakabe was pacing anxiously in the courtyard.

"Grassroots brother, I'm back."

Upon meeting, Ru Yueming rushed to him in three steps, his face a mixture of nervousness and excitement, perfectly embodying the word "acting skills".

Spending a lot of time with Aizen, he unknowingly picked up some acting skills.

With his exquisite facial muscle control skills, he can easily fool people who don't know him well.

Of course, for people like Aizen, Yamamoto, and Unohana who know him very well, acting skills are somewhat useless.

They only needed to glance at Ruyueming to know what kind of wicked idea he was hiding; there was no way to conceal it.

"My name is Grass Mustard, not Grass Root."

Kichikawa Kusakabe sighed helplessly, but then asked, "Why are you the only one here? Where are the others?"

"We split up and acted separately."

Ru Yueming blinked and lied without blushing at all, "The two who were with me were split up. Fortunately, I was stronger than them. After a fierce battle, I defeated the enemy and brought back the Soul-Binding Technology."

Upon hearing this, Kichikawa Kusakabe's eyes lit up, and he grabbed his hand and walked deeper into the mansion.

After passing through several spacious corridors, the two arrived at a study.

Tsunayo Ansai sat behind his desk, his sharp gaze fixed on the two of them.

Ru Yueming recounted his prepared speech once more, emphasizing his role in tonight's operation and shamelessly taking all the credit for himself.

Tsunayo Ansai listened very patiently, his expression constantly undergoing subtle changes, and his gaze toward Asuka Mei became increasingly serious.

Especially when he heard Akira say that he had repelled the enemy with a single punch and destroyed the Soul Extraction Chamber with his Destruction Technique, he narrowed his eyes even more.

I thought Ruyue Ming was just an extra in this matter, but I never expected that he would turn the tide in the end.

Even more unexpectedly, he actually brought back the important soul-binding technology.

"What about the spirit-binding technology?"

"it's here."

Ru Yueming handed over a sheet of paper containing the contents of the Soul-Binding Technique. Although it was somewhat wrinkled from being carried in his bosom, and some parts were even torn.

However, in Tsunayo Ansai's view, only in this way can it be proven to be true and credible.

After a quick glance at the contents, his expertise was more than enough to determine the authenticity of the document.

Just as he was about to delve deeper into his research, he was shocked to find that the boy across from him was covered in terrible injuries, with dry lips and dead skin.

"Thank you for your hard work, Lady Kisaragi."

Tsunayo Ansai put down the paper in his hand and began to comfort Ruyueming, "This time, it was all thanks to you that you completed the mission and brought back the Soul-Binding Technology."