Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

"Relay my orders..."

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As Ru Yueming looked at the Quincy Cross, which symbolized his status as the vice-commander, he fell into deep doubt about the meaning of life.

By the way, didn't I come to the Invisible Empire to cause trouble?

How come this position keeps getting higher and higher?

Ishida Sogen's expression was completely numb. He glanced at the scratching-headed Akira Kisaragi and let out a deep sigh:

"Captain, why don't you just give in?"

Ru Yueming glared, her anger barely contained: "What are you saying? What are you saying?"

"I am the captain of the 11th Division of Soul Society, and the future Captain-Commander. How could I betray my side for a little favor?"

"Old Man Yama is my beloved teacher, and Sōsuke is my brother!"

"You think I'd betray them for such a paltry sum?"

"Zongxian, you are still too young."

Ishida Sogen: "..."

Before you say that, could you please take off the Quincy emblem on your chest?

Ru Yueming took the star emblem off his clothes, breathed on it, and vigorously rubbed it until it shone brightly, reflecting the ugly face of someone.

After fiddling with it for a while, I put it back on.

"Zongxian, how is it?"

Ru Yueming straightened her chest. "Don't you have some of the qualities of a leader?"

Ishida Munen let out a heavy sigh.

If things continue like this, by the time Yhwach awakens from his slumber, he will likely be all alone.

Once the sanctification is initiated, it will be another bloody and indescribable storm.

As a pure Quincy, Ishida Sogen hopes that someone can prevent future disasters from happening.

No matter what the cost.

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The wicked disciple has disappeared.

Yamamoto stood in the Eleventh Division's research room, his expression extremely gloomy.

The Seireitei has been very quiet lately, and he is content to enjoy this hard-won peace.

But as time went by, Yamamoto realized something was wrong.

According to the usual pattern, although the wicked disciple would lie down for a while from time to time, this time the interval was a bit too long.

Yamamoto clearly remembered that he had been taken advantage of by this guy when he beat up Ruyue last time.

Unexpectedly, someone with his intelligence could come up with the idea of ​​using external pressure to force himself to break through that spiritual pressure bottleneck.

This led to Yamamoto using his Bankai in the subsequent battle in order to maintain his dignity as a teacher.

A feint, followed by a sneak attack with the Broken Flame Katana, secured his final victory.

At the same time, it also taught Ruyue Ming a lesson.

That is, all's fair in war.

However, since then, he has rarely heard of his wicked disciple causing trouble in Seireitei or Rukongai.

I initially thought it was nothing serious.

It wasn't until he came to the 11th Division looking for someone several times that Yamamoto realized the seriousness of the situation.

Upon inquiry, both Kenpachi Zaraki and Sajin Komamura claimed that they had not seen Akira Kisaragi during this period.

Later, Yamamoto even sought out the vice-captain, Kisuke Urahara, only to receive the same answer of not knowing anything.

"Could it be that he went to hell again?"

"Or perhaps a void circle?"

Yamamoto gripped his cane tightly, exuding an aura that kept strangers at bay.

He never doubted his disciple's ability to stir up trouble.

However, just as he was deep in thought, a round head emerged from the shadows in the corner, emitting an incomprehensible sound:

"Kisuke, Kisuke!"

Despite the rising temperature around him, Kisuke Urahara was already sweating profusely.

Who knows why that guy came back at this time?

I should have known better than to choose his lab as the return location. Doing something like this right under Captain-Commander Yamamoto's nose is practically suicide.

Kisuke Urahara is now eager to sever ties with Akira Kisaragi.

The captain forced him to do all of this; it had nothing to do with him.

Ru Yueming looked around and found no one in sight, and the room was quiet. So he jumped.

They jumped directly out of the shadow.

"Hmph, Yamamoto is a strategist, and Hugo is a fool."

As Yueming crossed his arms, he said, "In front is the captain of the Eleventh Division, and behind is the vice-commander of the Knights."

"From now on, this realm of corpses and spirits belongs to me!"

"Once I inherit the position of Captain-Commander, I must first..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a very tense cough coming from behind him. The person coughing seemed to have a lung disease and was afraid that he wouldn't be able to cough up his lungs.

In an instant, the instinct for danger emitted a piercing shriek, like a kettle boiling over.

Ru Yueming's expression froze instantly, and she turned around with a rusty, mechanical motion, accompanied by a creaking sound that made your teeth ache.

"go on!"

Yamamoto stared grimly at his prodigal disciple before him; the Quincy uniform he wore stung his eyes.

"I'm also very curious about what kind of amazing feats you'll accomplish after you inherit the position of Captain-Commander..."

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Chapter 224 Is this the Quincy you were talking about?

What a disaster.

Yamamoto's expression was uncertain, his old eyes fixed on the clothes on his wayward disciple.

Even thousands of years from now, even if he falls into hell, he will never forget.

This is the exclusive attire of the Quincy of the Empire of Light.

Although there are subtle differences in style, the Quincy's spiritual pressure is absolutely unmistakable.

In other words, the person standing in front of him was Ruyue Ming. If it were anyone else, he would have already drawn his Ryujin Jakka and slashed at them.

This was only because someone had previously confessed to him about a similar blood-armor ability; otherwise, he would have killed even the wicked disciple without hesitation.

Quincy, the mortal enemies of the Shinigami!

Looking at the familiar clothes the man was wearing, Yamamoto recalled the previous war, and a palpable killing intent surged within him, his violent spiritual pressure showing signs of erupting.

They seemed to have sensed an impending crisis.

Akira Kisaragi skillfully undressed, revealing the 11th Division Captain's haori and shihaka outfit underneath.

Yamamoto, Urahara: "..."

Silence reigns over the Eleventh Division tonight.

Someone's outrageous actions caused Kisuke Urahara to be unable to utter the words he was about to say.

If you've made these preparations, why didn't you take off your clothes before coming back?

Kisuke Urahara sighed helplessly. Knowing Akira Kisaragi as he did, he figured the guy was probably planning to come back and brag to him.

I just didn't expect to run into Captain-Commander Yamamoto.

Looking at his familiar, dissolute disciple, Yamamoto's lips twitched a few times. Suppressing his anger, he said in a deep voice:

"what is going on?"

"Why, why are you dressed like this..."

Akira grinned, trying to come up with a suitable reason, but Kisuke Urahara kept giving him meaningful glances from the side.

"Actually, it's related to hell."

Under Yamamoto's stern gaze, he recounted the whole story, but to avoid upsetting his eldest son.

He specifically removed Aizen from it.

Instead, Kisuke Urahara took his place.

He would feel absolutely no guilt if he were to trick Kisuke.

Urahara Kisuke: "?"

Throughout the narration, Yamamoto's expressions shifted continuously, ranging from anger and doubt to relief and worry...

Ruyue Ming, who had been secretly observing, was amazed, never expecting that the old man in the mountain would also have the skill of changing his face.

With this skill, even if he retires and is kicked out of the house, he can still make a living on the streets.

Seemingly sensing the rebellious thoughts of his wicked disciple, Yamamoto let out a cold snort, and the temperature in the room instantly soared.

"I roughly understand."