Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

"As expected of the person we chose to follow, this is the real Kenpachi!"

"Kenpachi? Kenpachi!"

Kyoraku Shunsui covered his face with his hands and let out a long, helpless sigh.

As expected, things took another strange turn.

My junior brother is incredibly talented; he has achieved a high level of proficiency in every field, from the "Slaying Fist" to the "Ghostly Path."

Yamamoto had praised him privately on more than one occasion.

If I weren't worried that this guy would get too cocky, I would have praised him to his face long ago.

But here's the question: why does an all-around genius like him prefer hand-to-hand combat?

Is it really true, as he says, that real, visceral combat is the only romance for men?

Komamura Sajin's mouth twitched violently, his fangs ached, and every hair on his body stood on end, as if he had been bristling.

Only then did he realize that he had been presumptuous in challenging Lady Kisaragi.

I'm truly grateful to the other party for showing mercy, as I didn't end up in the same miserable state as Kenpachi Zaraki.

Following such a sensible and understanding adult who knows how to take care of the physical and mental health of his subordinates doesn't seem like such a bad thing.

Moreover, none of these Grim Reapers looked at him with any strange eyes.

Perhaps, the Eleventh Division is his destined home!

Everyone had different opinions, especially Kenpachi Zaraki.

who am I?

Where am i?

What am I supposed to do?!

One punch sent his already not-so-bright mind reeling.

However, he quickly regained his senses and immediately attacked Ru Yueming again with a wild laugh. Golden spiritual pressure enveloped his battered body, like a raging fire rushing towards him.

A burn mark appeared on the ground.

Looking at Kenpachi Zaraki, who seemed like an unkillable cockroach, Asuka Mei's lips curled into a smirk, and a large amount of white energy burst forth from his shoulder blades.

Like a rocket engine.

A deep purple flame ignited on his fist, and the sudden increase in temperature caused the surrounding air to distort.

Kenpachi Zaraki grinned maliciously, slashing forward with his serrated longsword. The air ripped apart under the strain, and the shockwave parted along both sides of the blade.

"Haha, die!"

"Flame Punch!"

The two erupted in a fit of childish rage and, under the watchful eyes of countless people, collided violently.

Fist bones pierced the air, long sword slashed.

The roar soared into the sky, and visible shockwaves erupted and surged in all directions.

Kenpachi Zaraki felt an irresistible, heavy force coming from the serrated longsword in his hand, and then a mournful cry erupted as the metal's durability reached its limit.

Like a bowstring stretched to its limit, snapping instantly.

The force of the punch, still strong, struck Kenpachi Zaraki's chest again, causing a sharp crack as his bones shattered and his chest cavity collapsed.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the scene from before was repeated once again.

The figure, over two meters tall, spun and fell from the sky, further deepening the already deep crater.

"Yay! Little Sword can fly!"

The pink-haired loli perched on Komamura's shoulder and let out an untimely cheer, instantly drawing countless eyes to her.

A question arose in everyone's mind.

Which side are you from?

Even Komamura couldn't help but glance at him a couple more times.

Since the pink-haired loli didn't mean any harm, and since they weren't mortal enemies, Komamura didn't make a big deal out of her climbing onto his shoulder without permission.

After all, he was still a kind-hearted person.

Picking up the broken sword from the ground, Ruyueming tossed it to Kyoraku Shunsui, who was watching the battle.

A beast like Kenpachi Zaraki, whose mind is filled with nothing but slaughter, cannot be stopped until he loses consciousness.

However, Ruyueming is most adept at dealing with guys whose personalities are even more witty than his own.

"Men, tie this guy up!"

As soon as Ru Yueming gave the order, several burly men rushed out from the crowd, took out ropes they had prepared in advance from their pockets, and quickly tied him up.

The others chopped down a large tree nearby, carved out a stretcher, and then firmly tied the unconscious Kenpachi Zaraki to it.

They wrapped it directly into a zongzi (rice dumpling).

The pink-haired loli let out a cheer, jumped off Komamura's shoulder, and plopped down on Kenpachi Zaraki, ignoring his injuries.

However, Ru Yueming took a second look at it.

Kusajishi Yachiru, Kenpachi Zaraki's companion sword spirit, the Zanpakuto Nosara that he smashed in two with a single punch, is her.

Judging from her expression, she didn't seem to take it to heart.

The pink-haired loli has an inexplicable sensitivity to people, and can clearly distinguish whether the other party has malicious intent.

Therefore, Yachiru showed a very friendly expression to the Shinigami present.

She seemed to realize that she would be living in the same place with this group of people for the rest of her life.

In terms of intelligence, this companion sword spirit is far superior to its master.

“My men, we have gained a great deal from this trip.”

Ru Yueming raised his arm and waved, "Let's head back home!"

"Yo!"

Everyone responded in unison, creating a deafening sound. Even Yachiru was among them, clearly considering herself a member of the Eleventh Division.

Kyoraku Shunsui shook his head and chuckled, following behind the group.

Seeing this, Komamura Sajin hesitated for a moment, then strode after him.

Being with these innocent people is indeed a relaxing experience for both body and mind.

…………

The main force of the Eleventh Division returned safely.

Most of the Grim Reapers in Team Thirteen didn't react much to this news.

Like the Eleventh Division led by the moon, they are seen as an invincible force.

Even the rebels and bandits have been almost wiped out, so what can't they do?

Its captain is someone who dares to challenge Captain-Commander Yamamoto.

It would be abnormal if such troops didn't return.

Instead of returning to the Eleventh Division's barracks, the group of Shinigami carried the critically injured Kenpachi Zaraki to the Fourth Division's general medical facility.

Captain's office.

Retsu Unohana was handling her official duties when a Shinigami (Grim Reaper) suddenly came to report.

"Captain, Captain Kisaragi brought back a severely injured and dying ronin from outside. He has been sent to the intensive care unit, and Vice-Captain Yamada has taken over his treatment."

Retsu Unohana raised her head and glanced at the Shinigami who was giving the report with some surprise.

It was truly beyond her expectations that Akira was able to bring the ronin back intact.

Based on her understanding of this guy.

In battles where the moon shines brightly, the enemy is usually buried on the spot.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but become interested in it, so she put down her brush and went to see it in person with the help of her subordinates.

However, when he saw the wounded, Unohana Retsu was taken aback.

It was clear that they had recognized the other party's identity.

Then, without saying a word, she pulled Ruyueming aside and asked her for the details of what had happened.

"He said his name was Kenpachi Zaraki."

Ru Yueming scratched his head and recounted the whole story, "Actually, my first target when I went out to find my fierce generals and subordinates was him."

"With Wang Jiang's help, a lot of trouble was saved."

Retsu Unohana calmly gazed into the eyes of the boy before her, suspecting that he already knew about what happened back then and was trying to change his predetermined fate.

"Ming, I'm very curious about what exactly you know?"

Unohana Retsu spoke softly, a gentle smile appearing on her delicate face.

Ru Yueming rubbed his chin thoughtfully and said:

"I know a little bit about everything."

Although he's usually a bit slow, he can always keep up when it counts.

Although he couldn't remember the details clearly, he knew very well that Retsu Unohana died at the hands of Kenpachi Zaraki.

To avoid this outcome.

Ru Yueming felt it was necessary to be a butterfly flapping its wings, to give fate two hard slaps with its own wings.

Upon hearing this, Retsu Unohana took a deep breath; her wide haori and shihaka robe could not conceal her beautiful curves.

She pondered for a moment and felt it necessary to teach someone a lesson.

Kenpachi's destiny cannot be interfered with casually.

Only one Kenpachi can exist in an era; this is an unshakable ironclad rule.