Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

What are you betting on?

Kyoraku Shunsui glanced at Ruyueming and asked.

But then someone smiled confidently and made the decision directly:

"Both sides suffer losses."

Kyoraku Shunsui strongly suspected that his junior brother had been injured in the head by the old man of the mountain, otherwise how could he say such outrageous things?

The current situation clearly favors Matsumoto Rangiku.

She used a kite-like tactic to continuously inflict wounds on Gin Ichimaru's body; over time, he would bleed to death...

and many more!

what is that? !

Throughout the entire process, Gin Ichimaru remained absolutely calm.

After roughly assessing Rangiku's abilities, he began to devise a countermeasure.

Since the sharpshooter is countered by the opponent, we should use other attack methods.

For example, the path of demons!

"The Thirty-three of the Broken Paths: Blue Fire Falling!"

Amidst countless incomprehensible gazes, Gin Ichimaru supported himself with one hand on the ground, pouring all the scorching flames radiating from the ground into the cracks.

The next moment, a deafening explosion rang out.

Countless bursts of flame raged amidst the dust, instantly covering the entire arena.

Even the demonic barrier emitted a mournful cry, unable to bear the strain.

The members of the Ghost Path immediately stepped forward to stabilize the crumbling barrier.

"The future life is terrible."

Kyoraku Shunsui sighed, "Using the moment the divine spear extends, I laid out the demonic patterns on the ravaged ground."

"Finally, use the Azure Flame Drop to illuminate the Ghost Path patterns and end the match."

"It's not an unjust loss..."

Ru Yueming appeared on the gradually calming dueling platform with a single step. Both of them were knocked to the ground by the impact of their suicidal fighting style and were no longer able to fight.

Looking at the familiar figure that suddenly appeared, Rangiku showed a look of resentment.

She could have won, but a moment of underestimation of her opponent led to a draw.

Looking at the dejected girl, Ru Yueming reached out and ruffled her soft orange hair, grinning as he did so.

"Don't be discouraged, you've already done a great job."

Having said that, he looked at Gin Ichimaru and asked:

"Have you decided which squad you'll join?"

"The Eleventh Division!" the boy replied without hesitation.

Upon hearing this, Matsumoto Rangiku's eyes widened, and she quickly said:

"Hey, I was here first!"

"Akira, I want to join the Eleventh Division too!"

Kyoraku Shunsui, sitting on the judges' panel, covered his face; he knew things would develop to this point.

As Akira Kisaragi rises in Seireitei, more and more geniuses begin to aspire to join the Eleventh Division.

If this continues, someone might replace the old man and establish a new Gotei 13.

Upon hearing their decision, Ru Yueming laughed triumphantly:

"Hehe, welcome to our united and friendly family!"

…………

First team team building.

Chojiro looked at Kyoraku Shunsui, who was sitting in the corridor, scrubbing his socks, and a relieved smile appeared on his weathered face.

Kyoraku Shunsui was someone he watched grow up.

As a junior, I have finally learned to respect my elders. Although it is a bit late, it is still a case of a prodigal son returning home.

Master Yuan Liuzhai's instruction of the Peking Opera band leader was not in vain.

"Changjiro."

Yamamoto's voice came from inside the room, and Suzakube quickly went in with the documents.

"Lord Yuan Liuzhai, this is all the information about Quincy that has been transferred from the Great Spirit Book Corridor."

Yamamoto held the brush and wrote very carefully.

Only after the last stroke was completed did he slowly speak and ask:

What are your thoughts on the Quincy?

Chojiro Suzaku pondered for a moment, then said seriously:

“The Quincy are different from the Shinigami. The souls they kill will completely disappear, which goes against the cycle of spiritual particles between the three realms.”

"If this continues, it will surely push the world into hell."

The matter of hell is no longer a secret.

The leadership of Team Thirteen was well aware of this threat from the future.

Compared to the invisible empire hidden in the Shadow Realm, the dangers of Hell are clearly far more serious.

"Such an existence is like an unstable explosive to the Three Realms, which could detonate at any time."

Chojiro Sasakibara looked worried: "For the sake of the world, and for the sake of all Shinigami and humanity, Quincy should not exist in this world."

Yamamoto glanced at Suzakube with some surprise.

I never expected that the old man who has served me for thousands of years would have such radical ideas.

But on second thought, it seems that this is the reasonable idea.

Having experienced centuries of racial warfare with the Quincy, it's normal for the Sparrow Clan to be wary of them.

"If, I mean if."

Yamamoto put down his teacup and said seriously, "Is there anyone who can restrain the Quincy?"

Upon hearing this, Sparrow frowned.

He subconsciously recalled the brutal war from hundreds of years ago.

At that time, the Quincy, under Yhwach's command, caused enormous destruction to the Soul Society, and countless Shinigami lost their lives in the war.

For such a group of people, perhaps the only one who can restrain them is Yhwach, the Quincy King.

But isn't Yhwach's goal to destroy the world? Why would he restrain his Quincy subordinates?

Chojiro Sasakibe fell into deep thought.

Seeing this, Yamamoto shook his head and said nothing more.

It wasn't that he didn't trust the Sparrow Clan, but rather that the fewer people who knew about the traitorous disciple, the better.

The captain of the 11th Division, a Shinigami who couldn't be more orthodox, has transformed into a Quincy of the Wandenreich.

Such a thing is truly hard to believe.

Even though Yamamoto was used to someone's outrageous actions, he was still so shocked by this that he couldn't eat roasted sweet potatoes for several days.

Only now have I reluctantly accepted this fact.

Ultimately, it comes down to the difficulty in changing ingrained beliefs.

That's it.

Instead of dwelling on these things, it's better to believe that the wayward disciple can achieve something great.

Compared to Ruyue Ming, that fool who offered his help for no reason seemed utterly useless.

"Old man, where are your socks hanging?"

Kyoraku Shunsui walked into the room carrying his soaking wet socks.

Yamamoto glared at him irritably and casually drew Ryujin Jakka from under the stove.

Spiritual pressure surged in, and flames rose.

In just a few seconds, the socks were completely dry.

Kyoraku Shunsui: "..."

The reason why someone would throw down their knife and start fighting at the drop of a hat has been found; it turns out it's all inherited from the same lineage.

…………

"Your punches aren't fast enough, and they're not hard enough!"

After spending some time in Soul Society, Akira Kisaragi returned to his loyal Wandenreich.

As the chief combat instructor, his most important task was to train these grassroots Quincy soldiers.

"I've said it so many times, spiritual energy is an external thing!"

Asuka Ming shouted, "What if we encounter an enemy who can suppress spiritual particles one day? Are we just going to surrender?"

"Or should we give up resistance and let ourselves be slaughtered?"

"How can mere spiritual particles compare to our bodies, forged through countless trials?"

"Practice, keep practicing!"

After a period of training, those who came to receive instruction were no longer just rank-and-file soldiers, but also some members of the Sternritter who had been beaten into submission.

Among them, only a handful of people were pleasing to the eye, like Yue Ming.

Penida, on the other hand, often comes here to stroll around, whether she has something to do or not.