Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

Upon hearing this, Ru Yueming hissed in shock.

Sōsuke's brain is still pretty sharp.

Remain calm and composed in the face of danger; think rationally and quickly.

Such a person can achieve great things no matter what they do.

Compared to those good-for-nothings in Soul Society, Aizen was a complete and utter annihilation.

With such a good friend, what great things cannot be accomplished?

Just as Ru Yueming was pondering what important thing to do, discordant voices arose from the "resurrected" crowd.

"Damn it, how dare that brat from the Mochi City family treat me like this!"

"Indeed, the punishment was too lenient."

"It was truly our oversight that we failed to torture that brat to death."

"So, what exactly is going on with us? Why are we mingling with these lowly people?"

"Where are the Grim Reapers? Where are those idiots?!"

Vicious curses mixed with angry shouts rang out continuously in the crowded execution ground.

Just as these "resurrected" nobles were venting their lingering fear and anger from their previous lives, a figure suddenly pushed aside the illusory figures on both sides and appeared in front of them.

As Ru Yueming looked at these ugly faces, an inexplicable and overwhelming sense of disgust arose in her heart.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and with his spiritual pressure activated, a massive black shadow surged and erupted behind him, engulfing everything in front of him like a tidal wave.

Since he's already dead, let him disappear completely.

May the One-Eyed God bless you forever...

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Chapter 33 Resurrect, My Sister!

Death is not the end, oblivion is.

When the "resurrected" spiritual particles were decomposed again, these high-ranking nobles finally remembered the fear of being dominated.

Familiar faces were erased one by one, swallowed and decomposed by tree-like shadows, until no trace remained.

The crowd looked terrified, and their curses turned into pleas.

Some even tried to squeeze out two non-existent tears in an attempt to change the boy's mind.

Their actions, however, did not elicit any pity; instead, they hastened their own demise.

"Ming, do you really despise these nobles?"

Aizen stood aside and calmly asked, "They don't seem to have any grudge against you."

Upon hearing this, Ru Yueming paused slightly, sighed softly, and truthfully replied:

It's not that I dislike nobles.

"Every group has its good and bad, and the nobility is no exception."

"In the Rebellious Zone, I have seen villains who enjoy torture and killing, as well as nobles with compassionate hearts."

"I simply hate people with despicable character."

As she spoke, Ru Yueming continued to manipulate the tree-branch-shaped, ink-black shadows, slowly decomposing the spiritual particles of the dead.

Unlike the first death.

Ru Yueming thought that letting these lowly guys simply die once would be too lenient on them.

Therefore, he chose to sacrifice all of these people to the one-eyed god Mimihachi.

These people are completely stripped of their right to reincarnation and plunged into eternal darkness of death!

As for the members of the Mole City family holding a large meeting nearby, they don't need to be managed. Once the power gained from the sacrifice disappears, they will also disappear.

Gathering the spirits of the dead and bringing them back to life is not true resurrection.

Looking at the aggressive and domineering Ruyue, Aizen lowered his gaze slightly, and his tense expression relaxed a little.

Although he seems carefree on the surface, he doesn't appear to be an inherently evil person.

Perhaps only in this way can we live with the greatest possible happiness.

Inside the dark prison, mottled bloodstains adorned the dark walls, and on the stone-paved floor, there were several pieces of long-dried meat.

After the nobles sitting on the high platform were all brutally killed, the execution ground was abolished by the decision of the 46th Chamber.

For decades, no one else has ever come here.

However, now, two white figures have appeared in the prison.

The former, the captain's white haori.

The latter, in slightly disheveled prison clothes.

However, their attitudes and their respective attire formed a stark contrast.

Wearing a white captain's haori, Souya Momoshiro nervously stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar face before him, hesitant to speak, his palms sweaty.

He had never been this nervous when he faced the first Kenpachi, Kuruyashiki.

"Is it, Xiao Shuang?"

A look of confusion flashed in the girl's eyes, as if she did not understand her current state, nor did she understand the inexplicable familiarity she felt about the man in front of her.

Without any hesitation, she walked up to the man and grasped his large hand tightly with her slender, scarred hands.

next moment.

The girl smiled, a familiar gentleness appearing on her thin face, like a ray of bright light dispelling all the darkness in the prison.

"It really is Xiao Shuang."

"Although your hands have gotten much bigger and have more calluses, you have really kept your promise to your sister."

Shiro Sōya gazed at the girl's face, opened his mouth as if to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't utter a thousand words.

"It seems like many years have passed."

The girl gently stroked Souya Mochishiro's face with her right hand. "You must have been very tired all these years, carrying so many burdens."

"My sister shouldn't have said those words."

"What is gone will eventually be gone; trying to hold on to it will only bring pain."

"Whether it's glory or hope."

"But since you're still alive, it means those people really kept their promise. I'm so happy to see you again..."

…………

I don’t know how much time has passed.

As soon as Shiro Sōya uttered his first words in a hoarse voice, he began to talk non-stop, recounting his experiences over the years to the girl in front of him.

Until, the girl's figure once again rippled.

Upon seeing this, both men froze, and the prison fell into a deathly silence.

After a moment of silence, the girl's lips curled into a smile:

"It seems like the time has come."

"It's a pity, I haven't heard your story after you became the captain."

A faint light emanated from the emaciated body, and fragments drifted like snowflakes, transforming into countless spiritual particles that gradually disappeared before one's eyes.

"There's no need to be sad, Xiao Shuang."

"I have no regrets about being able to see you all grown up."

The girl smiled gently, "Let's make a promise as we part this time."

"Xiao Shuang, live well..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint light appeared, and the hazy, indistinct figure suddenly shattered and disintegrated before Mochishiro Souya's eyes.

At this moment, the emotions in his heart could no longer be suppressed and burst forth like a volcanic eruption.

A beast-like wail echoed through the prison, the extreme pain erupting wildly, tearing the heart to pieces.

In the execution ground, Ru Yueming looked slightly dazed, staring in astonishment in the direction from which the sound came.

"Sousuke, this guy seems to be really provoked."

"Aren't we going a bit too far by doing this?"

Upon hearing this, Aizen sighed and said with a slight headache, "Please change 'we' to 'I.' You were the one who made the plan, and you are also the one who will carry it out."

You didn't listen to any of my advice.

Sometimes, when this guy gets stubborn, he's like an extremely stubborn donkey, completely impossible to pull back.

"Yes, Sōsuke."

As Ru Yueming spoke, her hand movements remained fluid and without the slightest hesitation.

"What you're doing is indeed a bit excessive."

"Just this once, don't do it again next time."

Aizen fell silent.

"In the name of the Moon Goddess, we offer sacrifices to the One-Eyed God, Mimihachi..."

As the moonlight brightened slightly, she chanted the sacrificial incantation in a low voice. The materialized spiritual pressure flowed continuously in front of the offering table, outlining Mimihagi's indifferent single eye.

"Offer sacrifices to the dead to unleash the power of the Eye of Rebellion hidden deep within the Rebellious Bone Zone."

The shadow coalesced into a right hand with an eye growing from its palm, and countless glimmers of light gathered in the palm.

In an instant, a terrifying pressure swept over us!