Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

Coo, coo—

Immediately following was someone's cheeky voice:

"Hehe, Sousuke, you said this time..."

"The chefs at the Shin-O Cafeteria should be asleep by now, right?"

…………

The next day, Zhenyang canteen.

Ru Yueming listlessly fiddled with the rice ball in front of her, her gaze sadly fixed on the pickled cucumber in front of it.

Now, he feels that life is meaningless and that death is the final destination of all life.

Aizen sat opposite Asuka with his plate in hand. The sweet plum soup and the rich aroma of the pork ribs immediately caught his eye.

"Although we owe the Spirit Arts Academy 390,000 rings, it shouldn't be this bad, right?"

He glanced at Ru Yueming, who was living a life worse than death, and sighed softly, realizing once again that his thought process was completely different from this guy's.

"Besides, even if you do it this way, you won't save much money."

Upon hearing this, Ru Yueming looked up from her plum soup and pork chop, her face expressionless, and said:

"you're right."

"Although I'm only a first-time student at the Spiritual Arts Academy, my current assets are enough to ensure I'll be well-fed and clothed for the rest of my life."

"Isn't it incredible?"

"At my age, I've achieved all this, able to eat whatever I want and buy whatever I want. If I were to die tomorrow..."

Aizen shook his head and sighed, then gracefully began his meal, completely ignoring the increasingly sorrowful gaze of his friend in front of him.

He knew very well that Ru Yueming was only pitiful on the surface.

After their conversation ended last night, this guy dragged me along and sneaked into the Shin-O cafeteria.

After instructing him to keep watch, Ru Yueming immediately began to devour his prey, his cruel eating habits too gruesome to bear.

The reason this guy only took two rice balls and a plate of pickled cucumbers was...

It wasn't for the purpose of saving money, but simply because I was so full I couldn't eat anymore.

As a Shinigami with high spiritual power, Aizen, who is still growing at this stage, cannot sustain his life like ordinary civilians in Rukongai who only need to ingest a small amount of water.

Moreover, because of their excessively high spiritual power, they often need to consume more food than ordinary Grim Reapers.

Ruyue Ming is a similar example.

Suppressing her nausea and adhering to the principle of never wasting food, Ru Yueming prepared the rice balls and pickled cucumbers, and then the two of them went to class together.

…………

North Rukongai, District 64, Silent Plain.

The violent and disordered spiritual pressures collided wildly, and the scorching atmosphere spread continuously in the air. The deafening shouts of battle completely shattered the century-old silence of this plain!

More than a hundred Grim Reapers are engaged in a fierce battle.

Their eyes were bloodshot and filled with countless veins, as if they had gone mad.

Although they were only ordinary soldiers in terms of strength, their fighting prowess surpassed that of some lower-ranking officers.

The light of the demonic path exploded one after another, and the scorching flames burned wildly in the billowing smoke and dust. The mournful cries seemed particularly insignificant in this battlefield.

In the midst of the battle, a figure slightly shorter than the others drew particular attention.

His face, which should have been gentle, was now filled with determination, and his long, smooth, black hair was stained with dark red blood.

Compared to when he was in the Spirit Arts Academy, Kuchiki Sojun's temperament has undergone a complete transformation.

He gripped the blade in his right hand, while a ghostly light emanated from his left, as he vigilantly observed every movement on the battlefield.

Even so, an accident still occurred.

"Young Master Cang Chun..."

A gasp came from behind. Kuchiki Sōjun turned around abruptly, his Zanpakutō instinctively slashing backward, but it missed completely.

Immediately afterwards, a hideous face appeared in his sight.

puff-

As the sound of flesh tearing apart rang out, a sharp pain shot through my chest.

Kuchiki Sojun looked down in astonishment, only to find that a blade had missed his attack and landed directly on his heart.

In an instant.

A burst of spiritual pressure erupted, and a huge, dazzling pillar of light shot straight into the sky, illuminating the heavens!

The entire battlefield seemed to be paused, with countless eyes turning towards the direction of the pillar of light.

Within that intense light, a deep darkness, like viscous blood, gradually flowed out.

Darkness slowly solidified into a blurry, twisted right arm, standing tall on the battlefield.

Heavy, fearful, and painful, the pitch-black ink outlined and painted across the sky until darkness covered everything.

Silence became the dominant color of the battlefield.

next moment.

The indifferent single eye on the back of his hand slowly opened!

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The chaotic battlefield fell into dead silence.

A horrified gaze was fixed on the dark arm standing in the center.

A situation beyond our comprehension has arisen.

No one knew what had happened, not even Kuchiki Sojun understood the current situation.

He stared blankly at the godlike figure, countless tiny black shadows moving across its deep body like winding black snakes.

Countless branches, resembling tree twigs, greedily absorbed the chaotic and overlapping spiritual pressure in the air, crawling endlessly amidst the charred and bloody atmosphere, reflecting the terrified faces of the Grim Reapers.

"Calm down!"

A roar from someone in the rebel army broke the deathly silence.

"A mere illusion, nothing to fear!"

"I, Morishita Katsuya, will break this barrier!"

"Crush him, you thorn pill!"

The leader of the rebel army held his Zanpakuto horizontally in front of him, and the moment his spiritual pressure erupted, a large amount of white light surged forth.

Immediately afterwards, countless black thorny branches covered with sharp spikes shot out from the hilt of the sword, directly enveloping the right arm of the dark figure in the center of the battlefield.

Seeing this, Morishita Katsuya grinned maliciously, his arrogant voice echoing across the battlefield:

"That's enough, monster."

"No one can escape from the bindings of the Thorn Pill, not even the captain."

"Now, just obediently die!"

As he spoke, his spiritual pressure erupted, and the black thorns shimmered with a unique light. Countless sharp thorns on them grew and contracted wildly, trying to completely crush the shadowy right hand!

Seeing this, the rebels regained their courage, excited expressions appearing on their blood-stained faces, and shouts rang out continuously:

"Yes, that's it!"

"As expected of Lord Morishita, he is invincible!"

"Kill this guy, and victory will be ours!"

Hearing these shouts, Kuchiki Sojun panicked a little. At this moment, he recognized what the right hand standing in the center of the battlefield was.

Some time ago, he spent a thousand rings at the Spiritual Arts Academy to buy a talisman.

The pattern on the amulet was exactly the same as the huge black shadow's right hand.

to be frank.

This amulet was able to protect him from a fatal blow, which was already more than worth the price.

and so.

Even if the shadowy figure's right hand is completely shredded, he will not be disappointed in the slightest.

But what happened next refreshed Kuchiki Sojun's understanding of the idiom "great value for money".

A tooth-grinding creaking sound echoed continuously above the shadowy figure.

As the spikes snapped, it signaled that the scales of victory were beginning to tip.

Like tree branches, dark shadows clung to the bodies of the Grim Reapers, drawing in the chaotic spiritual pressure floating in the air and instantly crushing their outer defenses.

next moment.

The fog, surging like a tidal wave, burst forth in an instant, and everything on the battlefield came to a standstill for a moment.

The expressions and movements of the Grim Reapers were frozen in time, as if a pause button had been pressed.

Boom, boom, boom...

A cracking sound rang out from the body of the Grim Reaper, which was entangled in shadows, as if something had shattered.

There was no gushing blood, nor any sharp, piercing screams.

The moment the fog dissipated, the thirty-seven Grim Reapers turned into withered skeletons.

The Shinigami of the Kuchiki family, staring at the hellish scene before them, instinctively fell into a daze.

Everything happened so fast that before they could even figure out what was going on, the scales of victory had tipped.