Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

One is to kill the person in front of you, and the other is—

He was killed by the person in front of him!

"Haha, Captain, give it your all!"

Zaraki's spiritual pressure surged again, and the golden spiritual pressure transformed into a tangible pillar of light that shot straight into the sky, coloring the entire azure sky.

It was like the rising sun.

Ru Yueming grinned and said, "Okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, a Zanpakuto spun out and flew straight into the messy grass beside him.

The blade trembled violently, as if conveying a bad message.

Ayase Gawa Yumichika, who was outside the barrier, was already feeling a chill run down his spine.

Based on his understanding, he simply couldn't comprehend why a Shinigami would abandon their Zanpakuto during a battle.

When Madarame Ikkaku saw this scene, he looked thoughtful.

Komamura Sajin beat him up in the same way just now.

Even their movements were exactly the same as the young man's, as if they were cut from the same mold.

Seeing this, Kenpachi Zaraki burst into a ferocious smile and charged forward with his final slash at Akira Kisaragi, as if taking the last puff of the last cigarette in a pack.

Fist bones pierced the air, long sword slashed.

The deafening roar engulfed everything, and the entire world seemed to fall silent instantly.

Immediately.

A deafening roar, the immense impact transforming into ocean waves, suddenly spreading amidst the thunder, the rampant aftershocks tearing the earth apart, black soil sweeping into the sky.

The fierce wind, like a knife, slashed fiercely at the ghostly barrier, creating ripples.

Thanks to Kisuke Urahara's precise calculations and the assistance of Tessai Kishiryuu, the chief of the Kido sect, the Eleventh Division's barracks possesses the strongest defensive barrier in the entire Seireitei.

Even if the two opponents are Yamamoto and Akira Kisaragi, Kisuke Urahara is confident that he can withstand the impact of the first round of aftershocks.

The fist, burning with deep purple flames, shattered the serrated longsword in Zaraki's hand with a heavy blow, and then effortlessly crushed the chest cavity covered with hideous scars.

The sound of bones cracking made the two people watching from the sidelines feel a sharp pain in their gums and a chill run down their spines.

They had experienced many battles, but they had never seen anyone as wild as Akira and Kenpachi Zaraki.

What's even more incomprehensible is that ever since his defeat at the hands of Kenpachi Zaraki, Ikkaku Madarame has been training diligently, spending almost 25 hours a day honing his skills.

Even so, he still couldn't keep up with Kenpachi Zaraki's pace and couldn't even come close to him.

Yet this terrifying being was beaten beyond recognition by that young man, collapsing to the ground, unable to rise again.

Upon seeing this, cheers erupted from inside the team barracks, with the big guys shouting excitedly.

"As expected of the captain!"

"Oh, Grand Commander, we respect you!"

"Your Majesty is invincible!"

Looking at Gengmu lying on the ground, seemingly on the verge of death, Ruyueming didn't hold back her praise:

"Not bad, much better than before."

"At this rate, you'll soon see my true strength."

Upon hearing this, Zaraki grinned, revealing an ugly smile:

"When that day comes, I will definitely kill you."

Ru Yueming grinned as well: "We'll see!"

Their eyes met in mid-air, and their fighting spirit burst forth in a tangible way.

Soon, several burly men stepped forward and skillfully carried away Kenpachi Zaraki, who was covered in blood.

This isn't the first time we've fought a battle like this.

Every time Zaraki challenges Kisaragi, he gets beaten so badly that he can't take care of himself, and is even seriously injured and on the verge of death.

But he still enjoyed it immensely, and whenever he felt the urge to challenge Ruyueming, he would find an excuse to do so.

The Eleventh Division is used to this.

Looking at Akira Kisaragi walking towards him, Yumichika Ayasegawa managed a weak smile on his pale face.

He found it hard to connect the kind-looking young man in front of him with the person who had just brutally beaten Kenpachi Zaraki.

If it weren't for the undried bloodstains still on his death suit, Ayasegawa Yumichika would have even doubted that everything that had just happened was an illusion.

"Captain, what are the requirements for joining the Eleventh Division?"

While Yumichika was still struggling with his decision, Ikkaku Madarame, who was standing next to him, had already asked a question that was sure to lead to disaster.

His expression was resolute, and his eyes were filled with longing for the Eleventh Division.

Upon hearing this, Ru Yueming's lips curled into what she perceived as a kind smile:

"The Eleventh Division boils down to two words: loyalty to superiors and righteousness to friends!"

Madarame Ikkaku's eyes lit up.

Is there a place more suitable for him than this? The answer is no.

The Eleventh Division is the ideal paradise!

Without any hesitation, Ikkaku Madarame immediately chose to join the Eleventh Division.

As his inseparable best friend, Yumichika Ayasegawa had no choice but to join in.

Although the Eleventh Division did not meet his aesthetic requirements at all.

Having gained two more key players, Ru Yueming's smile stretched almost to his ears.

The Eleventh Division is growing stronger every day, and the day when it will overthrow Yamamoto's tyranny is not far off!

…………

"idiot!"

A deafening roar came from the First Division, followed by a burst of flames as bright as the sun, which burned half the room to ashes.

An old man and a young man, both shirtless, were wrestling in the dojo. The violent spiritual pressure surged like a vast ocean, and astonishing waves of energy surged outwards, blowing away wooden planks, collapsing bricks, and causing ripples to spread across the demonic barrier.

"How dare you venture into the Broken Realm without my permission!"

Yamamoto glared at his unworthy disciple, using his anger to effectively mask his shock.

It hasn't been long since I fought this kid, yet his strength has already shown a surge again.

Even if they were eating pig feed, this is still outrageous!

"Slander, utter slander!"

As Yueming remained defiant, his back muscles bulged, and his entire body's strength erupted, resisting Yamamoto's complete suppression.

Deep purple flames and crimson flames intertwined in the dojo, causing the surrounding temperature to rise uncontrollably.

While resisting Yamamoto's tyranny, Akira Kisaragi tried hard to recall the details of recent events, attempting to find any oversights.

Those who knew about this were none other than Aizen, Kisuke Urahara, and Mayuri Kurotsuchi.

A good brother would never betray him; he was confident of that.

Kisuke Urahara had the desire but not the courage, and besides, he was busy day and night with other research projects, so he simply didn't have time to inform on anyone.

As for Mayuri Kurotsuchi, that's even more impossible.

This guy is completely absorbed in his sleeping plan and can't pull himself out.

Just as he was racking his brains.

Yamamoto's spiritual pressure erupted, pushing away Ryougi Shiki, and then he took out a handful of grayish-white cloth from the belt around his waist.

"Hmph, I never slander others."

"Hey kid, look what this is!"

With a flick of his wrist, the tattered haori was revealed, on which the large characters "Eleven" were written.

As the moon shone brightly, he looked closely and his brows furrowed:

"It looks somewhat familiar."

Yamamoto's breath hitched, and he roared, "Idiot! I'm asking you, where is your captain's haori?!"

"Could this be someone else's haori?"

Ruyueming muttered softly, "Maybe it's Senior Brother Fuzhu's haori..."

Yamamoto took a deep breath, trying to suppress his soaring blood pressure.

But after several attempts, he found it was all in vain.

Then, the fight between the old and the young resumed in the dilapidated dojo.

When Ruyueming sat in the tea room with a bruised and swollen face, Yamamoto had already vented most of his anger.

But almost at the same time, a sense of surprise resurfaced in my heart.

No one knows this foolish disciple better than him. He didn't even need to use much power when he beat this kid not long ago.

But in the blink of an eye, without using Ryujin Jakka, he was unable to suppress Ruyue Ming immediately.

This astonishing speed of progress has far exceeded Yamamoto's understanding over the past few thousand years.

Throughout the history of Soul Society, there has never been anyone as progressive as Akira Kisaragi.

"Tell me, what are you going to the Broken Realm for?"

Yamamoto warmed a pot of tea with Ryujin Jakka, and as he picked up the teapot, he took out a few sweet potatoes from under the table and placed them on it.

The flames leaped and scorched the charred skin.

"Boundary Severance, um, Boundary Severance..."

Large beads of sweat seeped from his pores, as if Yueming was racking his brains, trying to find a plausible reason to fool the old man.