Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

The massive Eleventh Division didn't even have a single clone.

However, it is precisely because of this that he has room to perform.

As the moonlight shone from its seat, it surveyed the surroundings with an air of dominance, and arrogantly declared:

"Gentlemen, let's begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall, thin figure exuding a beastly aura rushed out of the Eleventh Division and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Little Sword, wait for me!"

A pink-haired loli suddenly appeared from some corner, her silvery laughter echoing in the Hall of Loyalty and Righteousness. She caught up with Zaraki in a few steps and lightly leaped onto his shoulder.

"Without me showing you the way, you won't be able to find the enemy..."

"whispering sound!"

Seeing the two leave, the others, not to be outdone, also sprang into action.

Kenpachi Zaraki is not suitable to lead a team, but that doesn't mean others are not suitable either.

Soon, the huge Eleventh Division was completely empty.

Ru Yueming stood there, thought for a few seconds, and then left.

…………

Outside the barracks of the Ninth Division.

Gin Ichimaru narrowed his eyes, hiding in the shadows, concealing all his spiritual pressure, like a venomous snake hunting its prey.

main entrance.

A group of muscular men, wielding Zanpakuto, completely ignored the warnings of the guardian Shinigami and immediately launched War Stomp, instantly bursting open the barracks door.

They were like a herd of bulls in heat.

Kensei Muguruma, who was handling official business, was the first to notice the abnormality in the barracks and appeared on the grass outside with a Shunpo.

Before his eyes, a group of burly men, each carrying a Grim Reaper, were searching for his whereabouts.

"stop!"

Kensei Rokusha shouted, "Who are you people? Why are you causing trouble in the Ninth Division?"

Everyone turned around, their crimson gazes locking onto the source of the sound.

"White haori, white-haired muscular man."

"It's the Ninth Division Captain, Kensei Rokuguruma!"

"Hahaha, he's mine!"

Before Kensei Muguruma could figure out what was going on, he saw a group of muscular men charging towards him.

In an instant, chaotic spiritual pressure surged down, even making the surrounding air thicken.

Kensei Rokusha's breath hitched, and he immediately unleashed a powerful spiritual pressure in an attempt to suppress this group of treacherous officials.

As the burly men approached, he finally saw the insignia on their clothes.

Eleventh Division!

"As bright as the moon, you and I are sworn enemies!"

"Fade to ashes, Earth-Shattering Wind!"

A chaotic burst of cyan-green wind blades erupted from the short sword, instantly tearing apart the ranks surrounding him.

Compared to other squads, even the First Squad, the members of the Eleventh Division could completely overwhelm them in a one-on-one situation.

But when they faced their captain, they seemed somewhat outmatched.

Even so, Kensei Muguruma was still extremely shocked.

Are these guys really just ordinary Grim Reapers?!

Why couldn't my Earth-Shattering Wind technique instantly kill them?

Kensei Muguruma, as the captain in charge, often trains his Shinigami soldiers.

That's why he understood the normal strength of ordinary team members.

Compared to the muscular giants in front of them, their own team members were as weak as helpless infants; the two were on completely different levels.

He cleaved a burly man who looked like a zombie in two with a single slash.

A resolute look appeared on Kensei Rokusha's face.

This can't go on. No matter what happens, we have to subdue this group of people first.

"Solution—"

A tremendous spiritual pressure erupted, and a materialized pillar of light surrounded them, carving cracks into the ground and forcing the onrushing crowd back once again.

The muscular men let out the cries of the weak as they were sent flying backward one by one.

"Iron Fist..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp blade of light tore through the sky, breaking through the outer spiritual pressure defense of Kensei Rokkaku with lightning speed.

puff-

Hot blood splattered and landed on Kensei Muguruma's shocked and incredulous face.

who is it? !

The blade flashed and instantly disappeared into the hand of a seemingly harmless young man, whose slightly narrowed eyes gleamed with a barely perceptible blue light.

Only then did the words of the beginning of the explanation resound in the silent courtyard.

"Shoot him, sharpshooter."

Gin Ichimaru smiled and nodded at Kensei Rokusha.

He may not have the advantage in a direct confrontation, but when it comes to launching sneak attacks, there are few in the Soul Society more suitable than him.

Even the Grim Reapers of the Second Division, who spend their days in the shadows, are the same.

Sharpshooters have a unique advantage when it comes to surprise attacks.

An indescribable grief and indignation spread through his heart. Kensei Rokusha raised his hand, trying to muster his last bit of strength to stop this rebellious act.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out, and he collapsed to the ground with unspeakable emotions.

Gin Ichimaru stepped forward, gave it a quick check, and shook his head helplessly.

"It turned out to be true."

"Fortunately, we didn't waste too much time, so we can definitely go and grab the next credit!"

A glint of excitement seemed to appear in Gin Ichimaru's eyes.

This is a rare opportunity.

I've finally gotten the chance to work for Lord Gongsi, I can't let this opportunity slip away easily.

After giving Kensei Muguruma a quick treatment for his injuries, Gin Ichimaru left the Ninth Division with the howling, muscular men.

They walked towards the barracks next door.

"If I remember correctly, the captain of the 10th Division is a member of the Shiba family."

Gin Ichimaru muttered to himself, "Never mind, never mind."

"If we return empty-handed, Lord Kyoto will look down on us, and that's absolutely not allowed."

"Don't even mention nobles, even colleagues will be beheaded without hesitation."

…………

Kotsubaki Jin'emon stared warily at the demon-like man before him, his right hand already silently resting on the hilt of his sword at his waist.

As a great swordsman, Kotsubaki Jin'emon has extremely sharp senses.

He could sense the terrifying aura emanating from the other person.

The intense killing intent was almost tangible, surging in from his pores like a tidal wave, the bone-chilling cold numbing his nerves.

If he hadn't activated his spiritual pressure, Kotsubaki Jin'emon suspected he might have fainted on the spot.

"real or fake?"

Kenpachi Zaraki raised his serrated sword, pointed it at his opponent, and asked.

Kotsubaki Jin'emon's pupils contracted, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

"Forget it, we'll find out once we cut it."

Without waiting for a reply, Zaraki grinned like a wild beast and slashed with his sword.

Clang! !

The two long swords clashed, sparking countless bursts of light.

Kotsubaki Jin'emon felt as if he had been struck by a mountain peak; a terrifying force emanated from the blade, annihilating his resistance with overwhelming force.

The two are not even in the same league.

Seeing this, Kenpachi Zaraki grinned with a hint of satisfaction, then raised his Zanpakuto once more.

Amidst wild laughter, he slashed at the person in front of him as if he were a madman.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the crisp sounds of collisions filled the air.

Kotsubaki Jin'emon kept backing away, his face full of shock.

He recognized the person in front of him; he had memories related to him in his mind.

Kenpachi Zaraki, the third seat of the 11th Division.

A man who named himself Kenpachi.

It is common knowledge that anyone associated with this name is not someone to be trifled with.

As it turns out, Zaraki did indeed achieve this.

Not only did he not have Bankai, but he didn't even have Shikai, yet he still managed to cut down a captain to the point of being completely helpless.