Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

Barragán, resembling a skeleton, sat on a throne pieced together from bizarre bones, his right hand supporting his cheek as he gazed wistfully at the bustling construction site before him.

A thousand years, ten thousand years, or a hundred thousand years?

He couldn't remember clearly anymore, but from the day he became conscious, he had been one of only two kings in Hueco Mundo.

Looking out over the boundless Hueco Mundo, only Yotsuba could stand against him head-on.

As time goes by, new Hollows are constantly being born in Hueco Mundo.

Kylian, Achookas, and even Vastod.

At first, Barragan didn't care much, but as the number of Hollows wandering outside even exceeded the number under his command.

He suddenly felt an indescribable sense of tension.

It's as if one day in the future, someone will take away your supreme throne.

Therefore, he gathered all the wandering Adjuchas under his command to prepare for any unforeseen events that might occur in the future.

To Barragán's utter surprise, everything he had done was in vain.

Just as his previous arrogance showed, numbers are useless in the face of true strength.

When the king of Hueco Mundo changed, Barragan was once again lost.

He was defeated by death and should have faced it with equanimity, but instead of killing him, the other party gave him the respect and status he deserved.

Even when those two were not in Hueco Mundo, his power remained the greatest.

Especially when he saw the newly revitalized Hueco Mundo, Barragán's sense of bewilderment intensified.

Was everything he did before really right?

As the king of Hueco Mundo, is it truly qualified to stagnate due to arrogance?

Countless questions welled up in his mind.

However, when he saw his former subordinates displaying completely different expressions than before.

Barragán understood.

I used to be too narrow-minded, only seeing immediate benefits and enjoyment, and never considering the thoughts of the other Adjuchas.

In contrast, the Adjuchas now have new hope; their loyalty now is completely different from that of the Adjuchas in their time.

They speak differently.

Just as Barragán was deep in thought, cracks appeared in the space around him, and then it collapsed.

Barragan was not surprised to sense the familiar spiritual pressure approaching.

For him, time was a useless thing. Perhaps to other Adjuchas, the King of Hueco Mundo had been gone for a long time.

But here in Barragán, that annoying little devil of death, whom Xu hated, had only left yesterday.

"Old Bai, I brought you a gift!"

Before anyone arrived, the voice came first.

The loud, boisterous voice even made Barragan feel a swelling in his skull, as if someone was hitting his head with a small hammer, one blow after another.

"Lord Kisaragi, as the King of Hueco Mundo, you should possess the majesty of a king..."

Barragan couldn't bear to see the title of King of Hueco Mundo tarnished by Akira Kisaragi, so he immediately offered advice like an old minister.

But before he could finish speaking, a huge package rushed towards him.

Before he could react, a mountain-like shadow enveloped him, and with a whooshing sound, Barragán was completely buried.

Looking at the scene before him, Aizen fell silent.

He felt that Ruyueming's way of communicating with people was somewhat problematic. This guy didn't care about the other person's identity or personality at all, and always acted in his own way when communicating.

But this kind of equal treatment often wins the favor of others.

This inevitably caused a sense of bewilderment deep within Aizen, who had a profound understanding of human nature.

Is this what they mean by "fools are lucky"?

The package buried Baylegang, like a burial mound.

It looks even more like one when a skeletal arm extends from it.

Then a skull wearing a golden crown emerged from it, and Barragán broke free, finally seeing clearly what had buried him.

"This is……"

"books?"

Her slender hands held a brand-new book, and her empty eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment.

"I've brought you all the issues published since the founding of the Seireitei Newsletter, as well as all the novels and photo books serialized in Soul Society!"

Ru Yueming crossed her arms, giving him an expression that said, "You don't need to thank me."

"What use are these to me?"

Barragán fell silent for a moment. "I'm not interested in these things."

How do you know it's useless if you don't look at it?

Ru Yueming laughed, "Do you know why you lost to me?"

"It's because you, who were once the king of Hueco Mundo, have become complacent and unwilling to accept any information from the outside world. You just want to stay in your own little corner of the world and be a shut-in."

Looking at the earnest expression on the young man's face, Barragan wanted to say that if it weren't for the fact that you had the upper hand, it would be hard to say who would win or lose.

However, considering Ru Yueming's highly targeted defensive capabilities, he swallowed those words back.

To be honest, even though it's been a long time.

But whenever he thinks about it, Barragán still finds it utterly outrageous.

His ability could even corrupt the Shinigami's Kido, but when he encountered Ruyueming, the efficiency of his corruption plummeted instantly.

This guy's skin is even worse than Vastode's steel skin.

Seeing that Bailergang remained silent, Ruyueming immediately assumed that she had persuaded him, and promptly stepped forward to pat his thin shoulder bone:

"Being a shut-in may be fun, but not everyone is suited to be a shut-in."

"Isolationism is not an option, old Bai."

After saying that, he soared into the air and disappeared from the construction site.

Aizen glanced at Barragan with a hint of pity, sighed, and offered a word of advice:

"Just consider it a way to kill time."

Because he frequently travels between Hueco Mundo and Soul Society, Barragan is more familiar with Aizen.

For some reason, he didn't have a very good impression of this young man.

There's always a strange sense of pressure when I'm alone with him.

It was as if the person standing in front of them was not Death, but a being above them in the food chain.

Barragán didn't like this feeling.

He preferred to be with Ruyueming, even though that guy often disrespected others.

Fortunately, he was sincere.

"I see."

Barragán nodded, but was unwilling to engage in further discussion.

Aizen didn't say much, and disappeared from the spot with a Shunpo.

Seeing that the two had already left.

After a moment's hesitation, Barragán finally pulled out a book from the mountain of books.

The cover is very beautiful. On a quiet path, clusters of flowers bloom and green leaves adorn the scene, reflecting a bunch of roses.

"This is……"

"A rose-colored path?"

When Barragan saw the author's name, he was somewhat surprised: "Captain of the Eighth Division, Kyoraku Shunsui."

"Are they on the same level as that guy?"

"I never expected that someone of this caliber would have the leisure and inclination to create."

With curiosity, the slender fingers turned the book cover and began to read the contents.

…………

In the laboratory.

Szayelaporro greeted Ruyueming with a smile, a stark contrast to Barragán.

He skillfully helped Ruyue Ming take off her captain's haori and hung it on the clothes rack next to her. Then he showered her with concern and care, acting even more nagging than the old man in the mountains.

At least, that's how Ru Yueming sees it.

"To show hospitality for nothing is to be either an adulterer or a thief."

Ru Yueming stared warily at Szayelaporro, who was grinning obsequiously. "Tell me, have you run out of experimental materials, or do you have a new idea?"

"As expected of Your Majesty, who possesses extraordinary wisdom, you guessed my thoughts immediately."

Szayelaporro rubbed his hands together, completely lacking the elegance he displayed when he first appeared. "Recently, my research on the power of the Eye of Justice has encountered a minor bottleneck."

"The Eye of Protection that you had Aizen send over earlier has been almost completely used up, so..."

It must be said that Szayelaporro knew how to ask for favors.

In this respect, he is very similar to Mayuri Kurotsuchi, accurately grasping Asuka Mei's weaknesses and always managing to flatter her in the right place.

"It's easy to talk about."

Ru Yueming reached into his pocket and pulled out a container he had prepared beforehand. Inside, black viscous fluid writhed, resembling internal organs.

"Don't say I'm being biased. Since Old Bai has you, I certainly won't forget you."

"This is a gift I prepared for you before I came."