Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

“‘WORLD’ is also known as the world. Its specific abilities are currently unknown, but it is certain that it is related to the world beneath our feet.”

"I suspect that the source of the amplification power is probably the power of the world."

"And the first step in sharing the burden of soul damage is absolute loyalty, or rather..."

"Fanatical faith."

Kisuke Urahara added from the side:

"This reminds me of Mimi Haki."

With a strange expression, Mayuri Kurotsuchi took off his haori.

The handwriting that read "Anyway, it's free, so I'll believe it a little more" made his eye twitch involuntarily.

This is already the standard uniform for the Eleventh Division, just like the Quincy uniforms of the Wandenreich.

Aizen noticed this and let out another silent sigh.

These words were written by someone who commissioned him to write them.

He never expected things to develop to this point.

After the description, Ru Yueming showed a look of sudden realization:

"So that's what it meant."

"Those who praise my true name will see eternal life in the cycle of reincarnation."

Aizen narrowed his eyes slightly, instinctively feeling that this was not something someone should say.

This study has tentatively confirmed another function of Ruyueming.

Besides being a mascot for Las Noches, it can also serve as a mediator in the Arrancar experiments.

A 100% success rate in surface breaking experiments is just around the corner.

It is better to choose a day than to hit it.

With Aizen's permission, one after another lower-level Hollowfied Gillian entered the laboratory.

Even with the redesigned structure of the Hogyoku, it was still impossible for lower-level Hollows to break through to the next level.

Because the corresponding soul is too weak, the slightest carelessness can lead to complete collapse.

However, after meeting Ruyueming, everything became no longer a problem.

As long as these Hollows are loyal enough, they can break through the limits of the soul realm and be completely under our control.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, some of the Great Hollows with ulterior motives were also screened out.

this day.

The agonizing screams echoed through the skies above Hueco Mundo, their lingering sound never ceasing.

However, there were also things that made Ruyue Ming happy.

For example, the Arrancar transformations of Halibel and Nellyel.

Compared to the other deformed and grotesque Arrancar, the Arrancar forms of these two female Hollows are simply a feast for the eyes.

A white uniform that revealed her slender waist was draped over her plump, brown body, and her barely concealed southern hemispheres drew attention.

At least for that certain staunchly skeptical person, they couldn't take their eyes off the other person from the very first glance.

Unlike Halibel, Neliel's impressive figure was encased in a white uniform, creating a curvaceous silhouette.

The sex appeal is off the charts.

Just as Ruyueming was about to have a heart-to-heart talk with the two about their life ideals, Aizen turned his attention to the Black Winged Demon Clan.

Unlike someone whose mind is full of fear, Aizen is a staunch idealist.

The Blackwing Demons are undoubtedly the most promising Hollow race within Las Noches, and even in the entire Hueco Mundo, they are top-tier beings.

Such a broken surface is excellent, whether used as a test subject or for other work.

Countless thoughts arose in Aizen's mind.

For some reason, the Blackwing Archdemons, now possessing new powers, felt a chill creeping over them.

In that chilling instant, a group of Hollows shivered in unison.

The group looked at each other, their faces full of confusion.

…………

The annual graduation season for the Spiritual Arts Academy has arrived.

Ru Yueming, who had been acting as a mascot in Xu Ye Palace and was so bored he was about to fart, was overjoyed.

He immediately volunteered, taking over the recruitment work from Komamura Sajin, and happily went there wearing the latest promotional haori.

Along with him was the captain, Kyoraku Shunsui, who was equally bored.

Unlike Akira, who only occasionally gets carried away with his interests, Kyoraku Shunsui personally takes charge of recruitment every year out of his longing for beautiful girls.

Although he rarely attracts female Shinigami due to his image, Kyoraku Shunsui still enjoys it immensely.

However, this year's situation is somewhat special.

Because of someone, two geniuses emerged from this year's graduating class.

Correspondingly, the final graduation assessment also underwent some changes.

In addition to the regular written test, there is also a combat skills assessment.

Unlike usual, this martial arts assessment was conducted among the graduates.

The judges were the two team captains, the teacher, and the dean, who were all very idle.

To encourage everyone's fighting spirit, the dean has granted special permission for the graduate with the best exam results to choose their own squad.

There's no need to worry about being rejected.

Moreover, the better the performance, the higher the position will be after joining the squad.

It's not impossible for someone to become a captain or even a vice-captain as soon as they join the team.

It is precisely these rules that have motivated all the graduates to give it their all.

On the dueling platform, the fierce battle unfolded.

"Hey, senior brother, look! That kid's about to give up!"

On the judges' panel, Ruyue Ming smiled and said, "Well done, well done."

"This is the eighteenth time you've lost to me."

"To be able to wager so much, you must be quite wealthy!"

Kyoraku Shunsui placed the straw raincoat on the table in front of him and let out a reluctant sigh.

He doesn't understand.

Why is this guy always able to guess who will win before the battle even starts?

Does this mean that there is still the ability to predict the future in this world?

Just as the two were bickering, two figures on the number three and number seven dueling platforms attracted the attention of most people.

"Look, it's Matsumoto, the boss."

"The opponent was instantly defeated. Is this the difference between a genius and a mediocre person?"

"He's too strong; he's on a completely different level from everyone else."

On the dueling platform, the girl blew out the smoke escaping from her fingertips, her long orange hair fluttering in the wind, giving her a spirited and triumphant air.

A single, ordinary white lightning bolt instantly killed the opponent, demonstrating the vast difference in skill level.

"Instant kill, another instant kill!"

"Damn it, there's absolutely no chance at all."

"His opponent fell before he even exerted his strength."

On the other side, Gin Ichimaru slowly sheathed his sword, a harmless smile on his face, and bowed to his fallen opponent.

However, just as he was about to go down, he suddenly realized something.

Look up, look to the left.

Just then, their eyes met!

Perhaps it was because they shared the same goal, or perhaps it was because of the mutual respect between geniuses.

The moment their eyes met, they both sensed the intense fighting spirit emanating from each other.

The combat skills assessment was proceeding rapidly.

Because they were only reserve Grim Reapers, these graduates lacked combat skills.

Although the tenacious fighting spirit made up for some of the highlights, the childish fighting style still made Ru Yueming drowsy.

So he reached out and poked Kyoraku Shunsui next to him:

"Senior Kyoraku, this is so boring."

"How about the two of us go up and have a fight? Just to give everyone a boost."

Kyoraku Shunsui: "?"

Listen, can you hear what people are saying?

You can withstand the old man's Ryujin Jakka, only a fool would fight you, right?

I want to live a few more years!

Kyoraku Shunsui shook his head without hesitation and refused, stating bluntly:

"Let's not talk about this again."

After thinking it over, and seemingly feeling it wasn't safe enough, Kyoraku Shunsui said with a serious expression:

"I'll send the bet to the Eleventh Division tomorrow."

One by one, the wounded were carried off the fighting platform, and the graduates personally experienced the gap between themselves and the geniuses.