Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

The improvement in sword speed and sword power alone is enough to make this beating worthwhile.

This wave, blood profit!

The only downside is that this exclusive entry mentions a completely unknown hidden effect.

At this stage, he seems unable to ascertain the true content of it.

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After the morning kendo class ended, Asuka Akira finally met the Kuchiki family butler, whom he had been eagerly awaiting.

A young man named Ginjiro.

He brought the one million rings that Kuchiki Sojun had promised.

Looking at the miserly-looking boy in front of him, Ginjiro frowned deeply, increasingly convinced that young master Sojun had no business acumen.

Although this amount of money is nothing to the Kuchiki family.

However, the Kuchiki family's money didn't come from thin air.

Giving it to someone like that is practically throwing money down the drain.

Thinking of this, Ginjiro shook his head and sighed, feeling as if he had entrusted his trust to the wrong person.

Fortunately, Ru Yueming had no idea what this guy was thinking, otherwise he would have shown him what the Mercy of the Death Sword truly meant.

"King Ruyue, the accounts are now settled."

Ginjiro composed himself, perfectly concealing his emotions. As a vassal of the Kuchiki family, he had learned not to meddle in his master's affairs.

Even if this matter is extremely unreasonable.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now."

Ginjiro got up to leave, but before he could stand up completely, a hand suddenly appeared and pressed him down.

"Not urgent."

Ru Yueming leaned closer and said seriously, "A rich sucker like Mr. Cang, oh no, a rich tycoon, no, well, a rich young master, is definitely right this time."

"It belongs to a very rare species. Please remember to remind him when you get back that he should not rely on it too much."

"The only one who can truly protect you is yourself."

Upon hearing the first half of the sentence, Ginjiro's gaze turned unfriendly.

What are you saying?!

Would you insult your master in front of his lackeys?

But when he heard the second half of the sentence, his mood eased a little.

The miserly boy in front of me may not have any redeeming qualities, but at least he has a conscience.

"I see."

Yin Yinjiro bowed slightly. "I will report these words to Young Master Cang Chun in their entirety."

After seeing Ginjiro off, Akira, without saying a word, immediately grabbed Aizen, who was training nearby, and left the temporary dormitory.

teacher's office.

Feng Run looked at the arrogant Ru Yueming in front of him and the tall stack of banknotes, and suddenly he was drenched in sweat.

After thinking for a long time, he whispered, "Ming, your teacher knows that although you are usually naughty, you are not a bad person at heart."

"Let's escape before anything happens."

“I’m an old acquaintance of Jiichiro Ikkakusaka, who is in charge of guarding the White Gate. You can go to the White Gate first with the mission certificate, and then escape to West Rukongai.”

"In that case, the Gotei 13 won't have the energy to..."

boom!

Before Feng Runye could finish speaking, Ru Yueming slammed his hand on the table, interrupting his remarks.

"Teacher Feng, don't slander me out of thin air!"

"This money is perfectly clean, it's from that damned bastard Kuchiki Sōjun..."

Upon hearing this, Feng Run's eyes widened instantly, his lips, covered in dead skin, trembled, and his face was filled with disbelief. He said in a hoarse voice:

"You, you actually robbed Young Master Cang Chun?"

Aizen shook his head helplessly as he watched the dramatic scene unfold before him.

He doesn't understand, and he can't understand.

Ru Yueming is like a virus that can spread; when people spend a lot of time with him, their way of thinking will inevitably change to his.

Teacher Feng is a typical example.

"What are you saying? What are you saying?"

Ru Yueming angrily said, "That scoundrel can't even pull out 10,000 rings from his whole body. This was sent by the butler of the Kuchiki family, Ginjiro."

"So you kidnapped Young Master Cang..."

"No!" Ru Yueming roared in anger. "It was just a business deal, and all of these are from legitimate sources!"

People always have a prejudice against him.

Feng Run also looked suspicious.

Based on his understanding of Ruyueming, the money shouldn't have come so easily.

But since the other party made such a firm guarantee, he couldn't dwell on it any longer.

He is quite tolerant of his students as long as they don't commit any heinous acts.

"It's good that you didn't do anything wrong."

Feng Run breathed a sigh of relief, "Then your debt with the Spirit Arts Academy is wiped clean."

"Perfect timing, now that you're here, I have something else to tell you."

"Regarding the development of subsequent courses."

A look of confusion appeared on Ruyueming's face.

"I'm sure you remember that I told you this before."

Feng Run took a sip of water to moisten his dry throat and calmly said:

"Because the original dean, Genjiro Oki, is away on a mission, the Spirit Arts Academy is currently being served by the Captain-Commander as the acting dean."

"He took into account that the strength of some elite students had widened significantly compared to that of ordinary students, so he decided to implement a new teaching method."

"Conventional teaching methods are no longer effective in improving geniuses like you."

"So, it's time to show you what real combat is all about."

At this point, Feng Run's expression became more serious, and his tone revealed a long-lost earnestness:

"A shocking massacre of civilians recently occurred in the 32nd district of East Rukongai."

"Your mission is to go there, investigate the truth, and arrest or kill the murderer!"

"In the name of academy students, they act as Grim Reapers!"

Chapter 26 The Moment a Calm Mind Breaks Through

East Rukongai, District 32.

Shanding Temple.

The road is lined with flat, tidy houses, with occasional undulations.

As one of the more prominent Rukongai districts, the commoners of Zenjoji have rosy complexions, strong bodies, and although their clothing is somewhat simple, it is still neat and tidy.

Compared to the neighborhoods further back, the people here are already living a very happy life.

However, the faces of passersby were all filled with fear.

They hunched over, heads down, bodies stooped, and hurried along, glancing frequently behind them and into blind spots.

The slightest sound or movement would startle them, causing them to instinctively quicken their pace.

A bizarre scene unfolded in the residential area of ​​Shanding Temple District.

Two boys wearing blue and white Mao School uniforms walked down the street.

"The density of spirit particles in the air is normal."

Aizen's gaze was calm, his hands hung down, and his indifferent voice sounded as if he were narrating something perfectly normal.

"The lingering smell of blood suggests that the number of dead is between twelve and fourteen."

The slightly chaotic scene on the street did not affect his thinking, nor would it cause him to make any misjudgment.

Upon arriving at the location provided by Feng Jun, Aizen immediately assessed the current situation.

"The building is intact, with no signs of a violent struggle."

He stared blankly at the tidy house before him, observing the murder scene inside through the window:

"Based on this analysis, the killer's strength..."

"What are you doing?!"

Aizen, whose mind was as still as water, broke down instantly when he noticed the behavior of the people around him.

Ru Yueming, who was traveling with him, had changed into a set of palace guard's clothes at some point.

The white base color is accented with black dots that depict the symbol of the one-eyed god, which are reflected on the collar and hem, making it appear both eerie and sacred.

The only drawback is that the palace attendant's attire is a bit loose, making movement slightly inconvenient.

Of course, what caused Aizen's emotional fluctuations was not that Akira was changing clothes at the murder scene.

Instead, he brought out a wooden table from somewhere and set out incense, candles, and teacups.

"A sacrificial ceremony."