Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

"From the first day of school, you taught us to be honest."

Veins bulged on Yamamoto's forehead, and he almost punched the rebellious disciple before him, but after much deliberation, he abandoned this tempting idea:

"I understand."

"But the Soul Society really has little chance of winning against Hell."

"This matter requires further consideration."

Seeing the stubborn old man give in, Ru Yueming grinned:

“If this drags on any longer, Sousuke will become a part of hell.”

"I came to you to offer assistance in critical moments; leave the rest to me."

Yamamoto frowned slightly: "You don't mean to go to hell alone, do you?"

"Absolutely right!"

"Impossible! Don't even think about it! I will never agree to such reckless behavior from you!"

"Hmph, you mere old man from the mountains, do you think you can stop my will?"

"Flowing blade like fire!"

The towering flames once again ignited the sky above the First Division, painting it with a thick layer of red, like countless fiery clouds piled up.

After much "persuasion" and personal guarantees from Ru Yueming, the old man reluctantly agreed to Ru Yueming's reckless behavior.

But the premise is that you are not allowed to cause trouble in hell.

If they don't come back, Yamamoto will throw the entire Eleventh Division into hell, making those whom Akira cares about perish with him.

To be honest, the old man had already accurately grasped Ru Yueming's weakness.

"I haven't asked you yet."

Yamamoto frowned as he looked at the bruised and battered Akira, "How do you plan to open the gates of hell?"

"Do we have to perform another soul burial ritual?"

Ru Yueming grinned: "I have a brilliant plan."

…………

Eleventh Division.

Kisuke Urahara greeted the captains with a beaming smile and welcomed them inside.

The day has finally arrived. It was worth the years he waited and endured humiliation in the Eleventh Division.

Now that the captain has seen through Ruyueming's wolfish ambitions, the day has come for this traitor to be executed!

If it weren't for the captains watching him, he might have even wanted to shout:

"Overthrow Akira's tyranny, the Eleventh Division belongs to Seireitei!"

Just as he was envisioning a bright future, Yamamoto, who was at the very front, spoke up and asked:

"And what about the traitor?"

Kisuke Urahara hurriedly and respectfully replied, "The captain is still taking a nap. I'll go wake him up."

"No need, I've already arrived!"

With a hearty laugh, Ru Yueming appeared before the crowd in a flash, his gaze sweeping across their faces.

Yamamoto Shigekuni, Kyoraku Shunsui, Ukitake Jushiro, Unohana Retsu, Shihouin Yoruichi, Kuchiki Ginrei, Hirako Shinji.

All the veteran team leaders are present; those who didn't come either had urgent work commitments or didn't care whether they came or not.

The complex gazes of the crowd lingered on Ru Yueming, as if they were mourning and bidding him farewell.

Kisuke Urahara, standing nearby, sensed something was amiss. His wildly upturned smile gradually subsided, and he frowned as he stared at the group of people before him.

Ruyue and Yamamoto exchanged a glance and nodded in tacit agreement.

Then the sacrificial ceremony began. With Ru Yueming's skillful operation, a heavy pressure covered the huge team camp.

Thin, dark shadows began to spread, and countless branches resembling tree branches appeared around its body, as if the moon were surrounded by stars, with Ruyue Ming clustered in the center.

There were no offerings for this ceremony.

The shadow split into two, searching for something in the empty sky. After finally pinpointing its location, it violently plunged into one of them and then pulled an ancient door out of the void.

The interplay of black and red colors resembled congealed blood, and with Mimi Haki's exertion, the gates of hell were violently ripped open.

A massive black vortex appeared, within which electric arc magma twisted wildly, emanating an immense suction force.

Ruyue Ming smiled confidently at the crowd behind him, activated Shunpo, and rushed straight into them!

This is based on the Hell Movie, but also incorporates some elements from the Hellish Melody Arc.

There will be another update later, so you can wait until tomorrow to read it.

Chapter 200 Who Dares to Kill Me?

"Wait, if I'm not mistaken, that's the Gates of Hell!!"

"Are you just going to stand by and watch him go to his death?"

Kisuke Urahara recovered from his shock. Although he knew what had happened in the past two days and understood the deep friendship between Akira Kisaragi and Aizen, he was still in shock.

But are we just going to watch Ruyue Ming rush headlong into hell alone?

How is this different from suicide?

Are all these veteran captains getting senile?

"That's right, it's the Gates of Hell."

Yamamoto replied in a deep voice, "Captain Kisaragi persuaded me, and after careful consideration, I agreed to his plan."

"The situation is still under control."

Upon hearing this, Kisuke Urahara stared at the old man in shock with an expression of disbelief.

When he looked around, he was surprised to find that although the other people's expressions were serious, they had no objections to the plan.

As if that's how it should be.

It is obvious that, because of Ru Yueming's usual behavior, the captains' trust in him has reached its maximum.

Seeing everyone's expressions, Kisuke Urahara opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he couldn't say anything.

The people have already started charging.

It was too late to say anything; all we could do was pray that this deeply sinful court official could create another miracle.

…………

hell.

On the boundless water, several enormous buildings resembling lotus flowers floated silently.

Several figures stood atop it, radiating a powerful spiritual pressure.

The lake water trembled gently, and tiny ripples spread in all directions.

Aizen calmly observed the group standing opposite him, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes.

With his knowledge, it was not difficult for him to realize that he was currently in hell.

When they returned from Rukongai, the other party had already planned to appear from a hidden location and cleaved the unsuspecting Mayuri Kurotsuchi in two with a single strike.

In an instant, they gathered the strength of many people and used a technique similar to the forbidden art of ghosts—spatial teleportation—to bring themselves directly to this place.

Judging from their clearly defined actions, they had likely suffered an undeserved misfortune.

Aizen prided himself on his cautious and careful conduct, claiming he had never offended anyone and had no connection whatsoever with Hell.

If I had to say, it would only be that simpleton.

"Lord Aizen, we have no intention of being your enemy."

Just then, one of the people opposite suddenly spoke up, "This operation is merely..."

"You just want someone to walk into hell on their own, right?"

Aizen gave a mocking smile. "You don't actually think that guy is so stupid that he can't even see through such a simple scheme, do you?"

"Or rather, do you really think you have victory in your grasp?"

He slowly drew his sword, a faint spiritual pressure swirling around him, like a hazy mist.

"Brother, why waste words with this guy?"

“That’s right, I could crush a mere high-ranking official with one hand.”

"Break his limbs and throw him into the furnace of hell, so he can taste the pain of hell!"

The leader did not respond, but calmly looked at Aizen opposite him.

The men seemed to have received permission, and they all drew their swords, trying to show off their power in front of their boss and thus gain a higher position.

"That look they gave me when I was looking at bugs from the very beginning was really infuriating!"

The burly man roared and angrily swung his sword down. The powerful spiritual pressure even distorted the surrounding air, and ripples appeared on the water's surface.

The blade fell, severing the head of the unsuspecting figure beside him. Blood spurted out like a fountain, instantly soaking the burly man's body.

Upon smelling the blood, he seemed to go mad, tearing open his black cloak to reveal his true face.

Aizen stared at that face, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

I have some impression of it.

The books of the Shinigami Academy record that Fujiwara Shinichi, the captain of the 7th Division, died 362 years ago during a mission.

Just as Ruyueming had said before, the dead third-class spirit particles could not be decomposed, and then, with the help of their former companions, they fell into hell through the soul burial ritual.

Given the high casualty rate of the Shinigami profession, even the captain is not immune, Aizen couldn't help but feel a little worried.

He didn't know exactly how many captains had died over the past thousand years.