Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

"I see."

As he spoke, he took a bite of the dried persimmon in his hand. It tasted very sweet, just like the sunshine outside the shrine.

"By the way, young man, I still don't know your name."

"Gin, Gin Ichimaru..."

…………

Aizen was already used to someone's ability to abduct others.

But he was still a little surprised when he saw Ruyue Ming leading a boy with short, light purple hair to the Eleventh Division.

Where did this guy find so many promising talents?

Because he frequently used Shinigami as test subjects, Aizen had become highly skilled in judging whether Shinigami possessed spiritual talent.

At their first meeting, he could tell that the boy's talent was no less than that of the other members of the Eleventh Division.

Given time, he will at least be a vice-captain level figure.

Just as he was pondering, the others in the barracks saw Ru Yueming return and came forward to greet him respectfully.

Many people curiously looked at Gin Ichimaru standing next to Akira Kisaragi.

At the age of eleven or twelve, with his eyes slightly narrowed and his calm demeanor, he resembled a white snake lurking in the shadows.

In the crowd, Tosen frowned.

Despite being blind, his senses are more acute than those of ordinary people.

He could sense that, unlike the other members who joined the Eleventh Division midway through, this boy was hiding a lot of thoughts.

Could it be that our captain has been fooled by this kid?

Thinking of Asuka Akira's astonishing wisdom, Tosen found it increasingly possible.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw the boy spot him in the crowd, a slight smile playing on his lips, a cold smile like snowflakes falling on his skin in winter.

Dongxian's eyebrows were tightly knitted together.

"This is Gin Ichimaru, I brought it back from Rukongai."

As Akira Kisaragi introduced him to everyone, "From now on, he will be a member of the Eleventh Division."

The crowd cheered, expressing their approval.

Since Akira Kisaragi became the captain of the 11th Division, he has often brought back some of his comrades from outside, from the vice-captain to the executive officer.

Now they're even targeting teenagers.

All I can say is that he truly deserves to be called the Grand Commander of the Palace; the breadth of his recipes is beyond our comprehension!

Looking at the crowd that was gathering around him, Gin Ichimaru finally let down his guard, a state he had maintained for a long time.

People's unrestrained smiles are like a healing balm for everything...

…………

For a long time afterward, the Soul Society remained peaceful and tranquil.

But only a very few people know that this is merely the calm before the storm.

Especially the first team.

After learning from Akira that Yhwach might still be alive, Yamamoto resumed his long-neglected training.

Although the possibility of becoming stronger was very low, Yamamoto was unwilling to waste even a single moment.

He knew very well that if Yhwach were to reappear, he would be the only one capable of standing against him.

However, when Chojiro Sasaki learned of this, he offered Yamamoto a new plan.

"Lord Captain."

"In my opinion, instead of you carrying all the burdens alone, you should share them with others."

Yamamoto frowned: "But..."

Seemingly sensing Yamamoto's concerns, Chojiro Sasakibe simply spoke more frankly:

"Looking across the Soul Society, there may be no one who can stand against Yhwach."

"But that doesn't mean it won't exist in a few decades or even a hundred years. With Captain Ruyue's talent, I believe that as long as she strengthens her training, she will definitely become a formidable member of the Thirteenth Team."

"Think about it, how long did it take Captain Ruyue to go from a mere student to where she is now?"

Yamamoto suddenly woke up.

He has always chosen to silently endure everything.

It wasn't until the sparrow reminded him that he suddenly realized that the traitorous disciple seemed to have become a pillar of the Soul Society.

"I understand. Send the order to the Eleventh Division."

"Have that kid come to the back mountain."

Having said that, he picked up the Ryujin Jakka from the furnace and went outside.

Before long, when someone's figure appeared on the back mountain of the First Division, the rolling flames transformed into clouds on the horizon, coloring the entire sky.

Before Ruyueming could react, the blade, wreathed in flames, had already fallen.

Ruyueming: "?"

What's going on here?

He hasn't caused any trouble these past few days!

Could it be that the old man in the mountain has become senile?

"Teacher, you can't do this!"

Ruyue Ming drew her sword with a backhand stroke, parrying the falling Ryujin Jakka, attempting a final struggle.

"I've been very well-behaved lately."

Although he was very confident in his defense, his previous experience had taught him that this level of strength was far from enough to deal with Ryujin Jakka.

He has no interest in directly confronting Ryujin Jakka right now.

"I know," Yamamoto replied without changing his expression. "This is an essential step in cultivation, a path to becoming stronger."

"Time waits for no one. I will make you stronger in the shortest amount of time."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ryujin Jakka rose up and then crashed down with intense heat.

The ground collapsed instantly, and a violent spiritual pressure swept across most of Seireitei like the sky collapsing.

"That wretched old man from the mountain, he bullies me because I'm young and weak!"

Seeing that he couldn't dodge it, Akira immediately flew into a rage, unleashing all his spiritual pressure and releasing his strongest state to confront it head-on.

"Today I raise the banner of overthrowing Yamamoto's tyranny, annihilate the traitors, and restore peace and order to the Soul Society!"

Seeing that Ruyueming still had the strength to speak despite his pressure, Yamamoto immediately increased his spiritual pressure output, and fiery clouds instantly covered the sky above the First Division.

Soon, the person's arrogance was suppressed.

"Teacher, you can't do this!"

"Cultivation also requires a gradual approach!"

"Wait, I shed blood for the Seireitei, I served the Soul Society!"

As a pillar of fire pierced the sky and ignited in the back mountain, a scream like that of Tom the cat soared into the heavens.

Under the light of Ryujin Jakka, Akira once again recalled the fear of being dominated by Yamamoto.

Yamamoto with a sword and Yamamoto without a sword are on completely different levels.

The moment he draws his sword, he becomes the undisputed strongest Shinigami in Soul Society.

Life goes on like this, a bittersweet journey.

Asuka Akira beats up the other members of the Eleventh Division, Yamamoto beats him up, and occasionally he invites Unohana Retsu to admire flowers under the moon and comprehend the supreme swordsmanship together.

Until Aizen brought over firsthand information about Hueco Mundo.

Grimmjow has disappeared?

As the moonlight shone, she sat up abruptly and looked at Aizen in surprise:

"What's going on?"

Aizen shook his head and explained, "To be precise, it's because Szayelaporro couldn't detect his spiritual pressure fluctuations."

"My experiment is at a critical stage, and I can't leave for the time being. You'll have to make the trip."

Ru Yueming frowned.

…………

Beneath the crescent moon, above the silver sea.

The ferocious white cheetah stared intently at the two figures ahead, a violent spiritual pressure swirling around it, its streamlined body slightly arched.

Already ready for battle.

Both men were wearing tattered gray cloaks. One of them had short, slightly curly dark brown hair and a few stubbles on his chin, making him look like a disheveled middle-aged man.

Beside him was a cute-looking girl with short, light green hair and a mask covering half of her face.

"A very rare Adjuchas."

The girl crossed her arms over her flat chest, observing the wary Grimmjow with great interest:

"It actually withstood the spiritual pressure released by this guy."

"And he's very energetic."

The middle-aged man nodded almost imperceptibly, without saying a word.

"Hey, who are you?"

Grimmjow let out a low growl, a hint of fighting spirit rising in his eyes, "This is Las Noches territory!"

"Ask me?"