Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

"To be honest, your way of addressing me is quite disgusting."

As the moonlight shone, Ru Yueming stretched his body, his spiritual pressure swirling freely:

"I don't know you well, so it would be better if you called me Captain Kisaragi or Lord Miyaji."

"There's another problem."

"Where did you hide my dear Sister Lie?"

Upon hearing this, Retsu Unohana's expression on the rooftop immediately changed, her tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxing:

“I look exactly like Retsu Unohana.”

"But, Ming, your resolute manner is truly heartbreaking..."

I'll update once on the 4th, and then a second update tomorrow. I've been getting off work a bit late lately, please forgive me.

Chapter 239 Yamamoto's Incompetence

Just then, Ru Yueming revealed a look of disgust and waved his hands repeatedly, saying:

"Don't flatter yourself, woman."

"Whether it's the softness of her heart or the proportions of her figure, Sister Lie undoubtedly blows you away."

Unohana Retsu's face showed a look of astonishment.

"Look, they're not cooperating at all."

Ru Yueming spread his hands, indicating, "If it were Sister Zhenlie, even if I said that, she would still show a gentle smile."

"It's like the first ray of sunshine in spring, shining on people's hearts and bringing warmth and comfort from the depths of their souls..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp slash tore through the sky, heading straight for Ru Yueming's neck.

"What did I say?"

Ru Yueming dodged to the side, curling her lip in disdain, "Although I don't know how much of Sister Lie's memories you imposter have, the real Sister Lie would never fight like this."

"Swinging your Zanpakuto with the intention of killing your enemy will not bring you any joy in battle."

Unohana Retsu lightly touched the ground with her toes and vanished from her spot in an instant. When she reappeared the next moment, her curved blade, gleaming with a chilling light, was already close to Ruyueming once again.

Clang! !

The clanging of metal against metal was deafening, and the chaotic yet frenzied attacks were relentless, slashing indiscriminately at vital points.

Head, neck, heart, spine...

Asuka Akira drew her sword to defend herself, she used all the swordsmanship she had inherited from Unohana Retsu on her own.

Bricks fly with great force.

After a brief exchange, the imposter seemed exhausted, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

It's important to know that her strength is a perfect replica of the real Unohana Retsu.

The legendary first Kenpachi, an unprecedented and unparalleled villain in Soul Society, was one of only two captains to survive that war.

Even by today's standards, Retsu Unohana's strength would definitely qualify her as a top fighter in the Gotei 13.

Even such a being was still suppressed by Ru Yueming in just a few strikes.

After several collisions, I felt a tingling sensation throughout my body, as if I couldn't muster any strength.

Is this guy a monster?

Not long ago, I was able to suppress him.

Clang!

Another blade of light deflected, and a powerful impact erupted from the blade, instantly sending Unohana Retsu flying.

Death Sword Style: Oboro!

As the sun sets and the last rays of light fade, a new moon slowly rises beneath the gloom.

A magnificent slashing technique appeared in Ruyueming's hands, with dazzling spiritual pressure intertwining and bursting out with the most dazzling light, allowing the moonlight to illuminate all rivers and lakes.

The breathtaking scene overshadowed even the rising crescent moon.

A hint of intoxication flickered in Retsu Unohana's eyes, but it was instantly replaced by a surging killing intent, and the same move was unleashed in her hands.

He swung his sword and slashed down.

Similar moonlight merged into each other, and after a brief stalemate, one was swallowed up by the other, turning into nothingness.

Like the moon shining brightly, the Death Sword Style, its remaining power undiminished, slashed straight towards the figure on the distant rooftop.

The moonlight flashed by.

puff!

Hot blood splattered, instantly staining the pure white captain's haori. A look of surprise flashed across Unohana Retsu's face, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of satisfaction.

The plan failed as expected, but the genuine joy was undeniable.

Since we can't carry out our goal to the end, let's use our last bit of strength to enjoy this hard-won beauty.

Unohana Retsu stroked the thick, crimson blood from her chest to her abdomen, a slight smile playing on her lips, her cheeks flushing with an unnatural redness.

The moment his right hand rose, an intense, almost tangible killing intent erupted forth, violently engulfing everything in sight.

The smile on his lips remained unchanged as the figure suddenly appeared before him, unleashing a torrent of deadly sword energy, as if expressing some unrequited love.

Ru Yueming frowned slightly and used the same sword style to fight back.

In the blink of an eye, the blades in their hands clashed countless times in the air, the dazzling light of the blades causing the surrounding buildings to collapse and the ground to crack open with hideous fissures.

The Grim Reapers had already been alerted by the commotion and rushed out of their barracks to check the situation.

Yamamoto initially thought it was just Akira Kisaragi fooling around near the barracks and didn't take it seriously. However, when the ferocious spiritual pressure erupted, he realized something was wrong.

Through spiritual pressure, he recalled a battle from a thousand years ago.

That crazy woman who didn't care about her own life, the first Kenpachi who did everything he could to enjoy the thrill of battle.

When he arrived outside the barracks, he happened to see Akira Kisaragi expressionlessly pushing his Zanpakuto into Retsu Unohana's heart.

A spurt of hot blood gushed out, staining their clothes and leaving a bright red stain on their bodies.

A familiar smile appeared on Unohana Retsu's rosy cheeks:

"What a pity..."

The moment she finished speaking, her spiritual pressure vanished completely, and even her body solidified like clay, crumbling into countless fragments that scattered all over the ground.

A black gemstone fell from the hole and landed right in Ru Yueming's hand.

Seeing this, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

It seems... I feel like I've seen it somewhere before...

Yamamoto immediately soared into the sky, his brow furrowed as he stared at his wicked disciple, and asked:

"What exactly was that battle just now?"

At first, he did think that the person fighting Akira was Retsu Unohana. It didn't seem too unusual for a crazy woman and her stupid apprentice to create an incomprehensible chemical reaction together.

However, things started to get a little strange after Akira Kisaragi killed the opponent and Retsu Unohana turned into a gem.

Even if someone angers him to the point of causing his blood pressure to spike, he wouldn't be so senile as to become this confused.

"A fun little toy."

As Yueming casually slipped the gem into his pocket, intending to take it back as a small gift for Aizen, he explained without batting an eye:

"To put it simply, there was a traitor in the 12th Division."

"He used scientific technology to replicate the captains of the Death God team one by one, and their memories and strength were exactly the same as the originals."

"At most, there are some differences in personality."

"The Sister Lie from earlier was a fake."

Upon hearing this, Yamamoto narrowed his eyes, but did not doubt what Ruyueming said.

He knew that although his apprentice was usually unreliable, he could still step up and turn the tide in critical moments.

Just like the other members of the team usually say, when there is no danger, Captain Kisaragi is the most dangerous.

But if danger comes, Captain Kisaragi is the safest.

"How did you figure it out...?"

Yamamoto hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Was Unohana Retsu just now a fake?"

"Judging from her spiritual pressure and posture, Retsu Unohana looks exactly the same as I remember her, without any difference."

"That's why I said you're old and senile..."

Sensing the old man's dangerous gaze and wanting to avoid being struck on the head by Ryujin Jakka, Ruyueming swallowed the rest of her sentence.

"It's actually very simple, just three methods."

He glanced at Yamamoto, who was suppressing his anger, and then quickened his pace:

"Firstly, there are certain differences in personality, which is something that people who know each other well can usually notice."

"Secondly, the spiritual particle fluctuations are slightly different. As a Quincy, it is perfectly normal for me to be able to sense spiritual particle fluctuations."

"Old man Shan, I'm warning you, don't do anything reckless!"

Seeing that Yamamoto had placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, Ruyueming quickly stopped him.

It's no wonder Yamamoto got angry. Someone had given two methods of identification, neither of which were reliable, leading Yamamoto to believe that his wicked disciple was just messing around again.

"What about third?"

"The third is to rely on intuition."

Yamamoto: "?"

Indeed, today is the perfect day to clean house, eliminate the wicked disciple, and restore order to the Soul Society.