Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

Chapter 150 The Mad Woman and the Mad Man

Shutara Senjumaru was in a bad mood.

Because of her research on a certain technology, she missed many important events in the Soul Society.

They didn't even get to witness something as interesting as the annihilation of Tsunayoshiro, a once-in-a-millennium event.

To vent his dissatisfaction.

She immediately recalled the research team's first member, Mayuri Kurotsuchi.

They assigned it a number of scientific research tasks, turning it into a machine that runs non-stop 24 hours a day.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi naturally expressed strong dissatisfaction with this.

However, it wasn't because he had too many tasks, but because Senjumaru had disrupted his research plans.

He was Mayuri Kurotsuchi's immediate superior.

Senjumaru was clearly well aware of its weaknesses.

Assigning research tasks and similar things only bring them pleasure and allow them to immerse themselves in the process.

Only when Mayuri Kurotsuchi's plans are disrupted time and time again will this guy break down and even start cursing.

Then, I can give him a good beating.

The best way to vent your frustrations is to see someone who is worse off than you.

He's about to be promoted to Squad Zero, and Mayuri Kurotsuchi's handy stress-relieving tool is becoming increasingly rare. He has to give it his all before he leaves.

Senjumaru lightly tapped his chin with his fingertips, pondering whether he had overlooked anything recently.

Just as she was thinking this, a spiritual pressure exuding a domineering aura entered the territory of the Shudoro Research Institute.

Senjumaru was somewhat surprised to notice who had arrived.

"Woman, I've come for revenge!"

As someone who holds grudges, Ru Yueming believes that grudges should not be left unresolved overnight; revenge should be taken on the same day.

Unless you can't beat it.

Having gained Retsu Unohana's approval, his confidence is now at an all-time high.

Taking advantage of this opportunity to apply for the captain's hat, I can wash away the shame of the past.

Shortly after he finished speaking.

The sound of wooden clogs approached from afar, and soon a figure appeared in front of me, where there had been no space just moments before.

Her skin was still pale, which made her bright red lips stand out.

Senjumaru smiled slightly, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes. He was just feeling down when the punching bag came knocking on his door so quickly.

"Welcome, welcome! You're a rare guest indeed."

Looking at the familiar young face in front of him, Senjumaru's smile grew wider and wider, as if he were admiring a rare treasure.

"We'll talk about revenge later."

"I happen to have some research to do here, and I need your cooperation."

Ruyue Ming paused for a moment.

Before he could speak, Senjumaru continued, "I'm not the kind of person who's stingy. If you help me, I can sew a custom-made Shinigami outfit according to your requirements."

As soon as these words came out.

Ru Yueming felt quite moved.

Other Shinigami's Shinigami outfits are everyday wear, but his Shinigami outfit is a consumable item.

Every time they fight, their clothes get ripped off.

Although it's not a luxury item, changing clothes back and forth is still a hassle.

If the Shinhagaku (Death Armor) could be repaired by replenishing spiritual pressure, like the Bankai of a certain overpowered character.

Isn't it beautiful?

It would be even more perfect if it could have some other effects or abilities.

Ru Yueming's eyes grew brighter the more she thought about it, vaguely showing a tendency to become like a light bulb.

"Elaborate."

With this in mind, he decisively betrayed his original intention of seeking revenge.

Senjumaru smiled slightly, took Ruyueming's hand, and led him to the research institute's reception room.

Under its operation, the pristine white steel floor splits open in the middle, slowly raising a tea table, chairs, and a complete tea set.

The high-tech facilities left Ru Yueming speechless.

While other teams are still living in the ancient Warring States period, have you already started using future technology?

Thinking of the thatched-hut-like structure of his own team captain's dormitory, Ru Yueming immediately narrowed his eyes.

No.

If others have something, we must have it too, and it has to be better than theirs.

It's time to exploit Kisuke Urahara again!

"First of all, do you know my true identity?"

Senjumaru sat opposite him, elegantly pouring tea for Ruyueming, and asked with a slight smile.

After a moment's thought, Ru Yueming gave his answer:

"You crazy woman who lusts after my body?"

Senjumaru: "?"

Blood pressure is high.

The skeletal arm holding the teacup nearly spilled the tea on Ruyueming's face.

"I am the one who created the Shinigami uniform, a candidate for the Zero Division, and a royal agent who will soon ascend to the Soul King Palace!"

As she said this, Senjumaru tilted her head back like a swan, revealing a section of her fair neck, a subtle hint of pride in her expression.

Normally, everyone else would show a shocked expression after learning about Squad Zero.

This kid may be a bit thick-skinned, but he should know the importance of Squad Zero, right?

"Oh."

Senjumaru: "?"

She suddenly felt that Ru Yueming was not as pleasing to the eye as before.

"Aren't you surprised?"

What's so surprising?

"I am a prospective member of the Zero Squad!"

"None of my business!"

Ru Yueming picked up the teacup, drank it all in one gulp, and then spat out a mouthful of chewed tea leaves.

It doesn't taste good, not as good as Shan Laotou's.

Seeing this, Senjumaru took a deep breath, suppressing the anger rising in his heart, and tried to steer the conversation back on track.

"The matter I asked you to help with is related to the Death Armor."

Ru Yueming nodded, waiting for the next part to be told.

"The conditions for promotion to the Zero Division do not depend on the strength of one's martial arts, but on creating something of great significance to the Soul Society."

Senju regained his composure and explained softly.

In her eyes, Ruyueming was a disciple of Yuanliu and had done many great things for Soul Society. These were not secrets, so there was no need to hide them.

And even if she didn't say it, Yamamoto would have told this guy anyway.

"It was because I invented the Death Armor that I received the invitation from the Spirit King Palace."

"But before I am promoted to the Zero Division, I would like to further develop the advanced form of the Shinigami Armor."

Ru Yueming looked completely bewildered.

Seeing his expression, Senjumaru continued, "The advanced form of the Shinigami is called the Ultimate Garment, which is a means of combat created by changing the form of spiritual pressure."

"If the development is completed, the enemy will instantly become my dead souls."

"Moreover, the ultimate garment can be further developed."

At this point, she frowned, "But that's all for later. Right now, the Ultimate Garment is still missing a few crucial data points."

"We need someone to cooperate in conducting experiments in order to collect data for improvement."

Ru Yueming seemed lost in thought.

He didn't actually have any ill feelings towards Senjumaru.

Aside from feeling that the other person is a bit crazy and being attracted to his body, there aren't any major flaws.

If it's something I can help with, then it's fine.

“Okay, I agree!” Ru Yueming agreed.

Senjumaru nodded in satisfaction, a slight smile appearing on his delicate face.

Behind him, the golden skull arm clapped its hands gently, producing a crisp sound. The ground immediately cracked, the tea table slowly sank, and various huge and sophisticated instruments and equipment rose up from the ground.

Heavy, dense spiritual pressure filled the room. Feeling this immense pressure, Asuka Mei once suspected that Senjumaru was trying to drown her here with his spiritual pressure.

A bit exaggerated.

Compared to Senjumaru's spiritual pressure, the spiritual pressure of Takeda Tomofumi and Kuchiki Kyoga was worlds apart, completely on different levels.

"The whole process is divided into three steps."