Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

A battle where power clashes is what they yearn for.

Unfortunately, the difference in strength between the two sides was too great. The opponent only lasted for less than a second before being knocked down by Ru Yueming's bow stance push palm.

The massive body crashed heavily to the ground, sending dirt flying and dust billowing up.

Even the cloth covering his head was shaken off, revealing a beast's face to everyone.

Immediately, all was silent.

Seeing this, a self-deprecating smile appeared on the beast's face: "See? Even Death can't accept such an ugly face."

"Now you want to invite me to become the Grim Reaper again..."

However, before he could finish speaking, excited voices came from the side.

"How wild, how ferocious!"

"Soul Society actually has such an enviable appearance!"

"Commander-in-Chief, you must get this guy into the Eleventh Division!"

"Strong and powerful, strong and powerful!"

Ruyue Ming stood there, picked at her ear, and said disdainfully, "Do you think the Eleventh Division are all low-class people who judge by appearance?"

"You're so wrong! The Eleventh Division only cares about loyalty and honor!"

"Newcomer, please state your name."

Hearing the cheers around him, he stood there stunned, only snapping back to his senses when reminded:

"Komamura Sajin..."

Ru Yueming grinned and stretched out his right hand toward the big dog on the ground:

"Welcome to the Eleventh Division, Wan-chan..."

Sorry, my tenosynovitis flared up, and my right hand hurts so much I can barely hold it. This is the only update today.

I hope my fellow readers will forgive me.

Chapter 165 He doesn't even have the strength to kill someone, yet he calls himself Kenpachi?

With the addition of such a capable general, Ru Yueming was in high spirits.

Arriving in front of Komamura, he stretched out his right hand and vigorously rubbed the dog's head.

The hair is smooth, soft, and comfortable.

Putting everything else aside, the feel is absolutely superb!

However, Komamura didn't seem to be used to this kind of closeness. He shook his head and got up from the ground.

Because Ru Yueming's lunge and palm strike did not use much force, he was not seriously injured.

In addition, the werewolf clan's physique is far superior to that of ordinary death gods, so they can recover their strength after a short rest.

Surrounded by the approaching crowd, Komamura instinctively wanted to bare his teeth and snarl, but he quickly realized that the burly men of the Eleventh Division didn't seem to have any ill intentions.

Because of his appearance, Komamura often faced strange looks and rejection from others when he wandered around Soul Society.

There was never a village or town willing to accept him.

In some places, powerful ronin would even be brought in to drive him away.

Although the gazes of these people were somewhat fierce, Komamura could clearly perceive their goodwill, and...

Yearning and worship?

Perhaps making contact with these Grim Reapers isn't such a bad option?

Just as Komamura was thinking this, Akira Kisaragi suddenly asked:

"Wang-chan, you've been wandering around Rukongai for so long, have you ever heard of any ronin who are extremely skilled in combat or who seem exceptionally intelligent?"

Komamura paused for a moment before realizing that "Wang-chan" was referring to him.

He had intended to protest the title, but considering the difference in strength between them, he had no choice but to reluctantly agree. Although it sounded harsh, it was at least a symbol that the other party considered him one of their own.

What a simple and genuine trust!

He pondered for a moment, then his deep voice rang out:

“The clever ronin didn’t notice, but the powerful ronin did encounter quite a few, such as the famous Oniwa Castle in the 73rd district of West Rukongai.”

"As everyone knows, he's the man destined to become the captain of the 11th Division..."

Halfway through his sentence, Komamura suddenly realized that the boy who had just wanted to be his boss seemed to have invited him to join the Eleventh Division.

"Ghost Rock City, he..."

"died."

Asuka Akira grinned, as if talking about something completely unrelated to himself, "Because he broke the rules when he challenged the Eleventh Division and attacked my subordinates without permission, I hit him a little harder."

With his Zanpakuto shattered by a single punch, there's no reason why Oniwa Castle could have survived.

For someone who doesn't follow the rules, it's only natural to punch them to pieces.

Besides, Oniwa Castle is stupid and ugly, which doesn't match the Eleventh Division's intelligent and brave style at all.

Even if he hadn't died, Ruyueming wouldn't have let him join the Eleventh Division.

"forget it."

Komamura shook his head. "There's another guy with a fierce face, tall and thin, who challenges everyone. He's more terrifying and stronger than Oniwa Castle."

"The reason I came to live in the mountains is to escape him..."

However, before he could finish speaking, a powerful and aggressive spiritual pressure, like that of a wild beast, enveloped the forest, accompanied by a maniacal laugh like that of a demon.

I can smell your scent!

Ru Yueming raised an eyebrow, sensing the immense power of this spiritual pressure.

Compared to the top-tier Ghost Rock City, it's far superior.

As the maniacal laughter drew near, the Grim Reapers, as if facing a formidable enemy, drew their swords, ready for battle.

The trees in the mountains trembled, startling flocks of birds into flight, as if some powerful wild beast were running through them.

Komamura looked worried and reminded him, "You guys should leave first. That guy is here to see me."

"It wouldn't be good if you were accidentally hurt."

Ru Yueming glanced back sideways and let out a cold snort:

"If you say another word of this nonsense, I'll kick you out."

"The Eleventh Division will not abandon any of its members!"

If word got out that he abandoned his subordinates when faced with a powerful enemy, how could he, the Grand Master of the Moon, possibly survive in the Soul Society?

Putting everything else aside, at least the Eleventh Division would look down on him.

At that time, even Sousuke will probably laugh at him, not to mention Kisuke Urahara.

This kind of thing can make him happy for at least three to five years.

I'm afraid I'll wake up laughing even in my dreams.

Besides, how do you know you can't win before you've even fought?

Even if it were an old man from the mountains, he would dare to go up and give him two punches. How could a mere ronin possibly cause any trouble?

Soon, a figure with a very disheveled appearance appeared in front of everyone.

He was a man with a ferocious face, like a demon. He was unkempt, with his black hair hanging messily down his back in clumps, like a youthful version of Super Saiyan 3.

Its body proportions are extremely exaggerated, with long limbs and a slightly thin body, while the muscle lines are clearly defined.

What is most striking is the scar that runs through his left eye, extending from above the eye socket all the way to his chin. It is hard to imagine what kind of battle he went through to have such a brutal scar.

His narrow pupils were filled with a wild, aggressive excitement, making the Eleventh Division members seem like frail children in comparison.

Moreover, he was extremely tall; looking around the entire venue, there wasn't a single person taller than him.

On his shoulder, a pink-haired little girl was perched, her silvery laughter constantly emanating from her mouth.

"Huh? Death?"

The man noticed the members of the Eleventh Division, and his eyes immediately ignited with a fierce fighting spirit.

He surveyed the crowd, his sharp gaze sweeping over each person without lingering for long.

Until he discovered Ruyueming.

The moment their eyes met, the man froze, as if deep in thought.

a long time.

He grinned, his gleaming white teeth particularly striking in the sunlight, followed by a low, suppressed laugh.

The laughter grew louder until it echoed throughout the mountains and forests. His ferocious face also revealed a hint of madness, and his expression became increasingly ferocious.

"Hahaha!!!"

The man covered his face with his hands, tilted his head back, and a sliver of scarlet light leaked out from between his fingers, making him appear exceptionally crazed.

"This is so exciting!"

"I didn't expect there to be masters!"

"My name is Kenpachi Zaraki. Let's have a good fight!"

Upon hearing this, before Ruyue Ming could react, the Shinigami of the Eleventh Division were the first to erupt in a commotion.

"Isn't that Lady Kisaragi's title?!"

"This is incredibly disrespectful! This guy has absolutely no idea how important the Kenpachi title is!"

"If we kill him, there can only be one Kenpachi in Soul Society, and that's Lord Miyaji!"

The crowd clamored and drew their swords, facing Kenpachi Zaraki, who was countless times more ferocious than they were.