Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

Yamamoto stroked his beard, thoroughly enjoying the hard-won atmosphere.

Since the traitor rose to a high position among the Quincy, he has become much busier, frequently traveling to the Invisible Empire in the Shadow Realm and often staying for several months at a time.

Without that person's antics, Seireitei seemed much quieter.

Yamamoto felt that without this wicked disciple bothering him, he could live at least two thousand years longer.

He bent down and fiddled with the Ryujin Jakka (Flowing Blade Fire). When the sweet aroma of the sweet potatoes became increasingly strong, it meant they were ready to be roasted.

"A beautiful day begins with..."

"Teacher, help me!!"

A deafening roar erupted in the barracks, relentlessly assaulting Yamamoto's fragile nerves. His mind wavered, and the Ryujin Jakka in his hand instantly burst into flames, vaporizing the sweet potato in a flash.

He fell silent as he watched a handful of ashes fall into the fire.

Before he could even grieve, a figure rushed out of the door excitedly and slid in to Yamamoto's side.

Looking at his husky-like, unruly disciple, Yamamoto felt a surge of rage and a wicked thought crossed his mind.

Before Ru Yueming could explain the reason, a fist the size of a casserole dish had already landed on his head.

boom! !

The floor cracked, the house shook, and dust fell in a flurry.

Someone was smashed solidly into a deep pit, with only half of their foot sticking out; the horrific state of their condition is beyond description.

"You insolent fool! I've told you so many times, you're always so reckless and impulsive, you have no semblance of a captain!"

Yamamoto, with a look of utter disappointment, loudly reprimanded:

"How can you lead the Eleventh Division like this, how can you inherit the mantle..."

"Ahem, inheriting my Yuanliu?"

This foolish, wicked disciple is so easy to make one's blood pressure rise; he almost made him blurt out his innermost thoughts.

After so many years of getting along, Yamamoto knew his apprentice very well. He could tell what kind of fart the kid was going to say just by the way Yueming turned his backside.

If Kisaragi knew that he wanted to pass the position of Captain-Commander to him, that guy would definitely object immediately.

Instead of being like before, whose mind was filled with rebellious thoughts such as overthrowing the Heavenly Stems, defying the superiors, and ascending to the throne.

Before throwing this hot potato away, I must not reveal my true thoughts.

"hey-hey."

As Yueming pulled herself out of the ground, she revealed a fawning smile and made a sound she would never normally make.

"Teacher, this time it's really a disaster."

Seeing that someone had withstood his punch unscathed, Yamamoto frowned and said with displeasure:

"It's a small matter that no one is dead. What kind of behavior is this, all this panic? You haven't learned a thing of my composure and calmness."

Ru Yueming nodded repeatedly, indicating that she knew, and then recounted the impending disaster:

"Yhwabach has woken up."

boom!

The next moment, a terrifying killing intent, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, soared into the sky, and the scorching and violent materialized spiritual pressure transformed into golden flames that burned to their extreme.

Wielding Ryujin Jakka, Yamamoto transformed into a sword demon from a thousand years ago, his oppressive aura instantly sweeping across the entire barracks, drawing countless terrified gazes.

Where is he?!

Despite enduring the direct impact of the violent spiritual pressure, Ruyue remained unfazed.

He had rarely seen Yamamoto like this before, but it wasn't entirely unexpected; it didn't frighten him.

However, this also shows that the old man's attitude towards Yhwach must be that he wants to get rid of him as soon as possible.

Under Yamamoto's puzzled gaze, Asuka Akira explained the ins and outs of the matter in her own simple way.

“Yohabakh will summon his disciples when he awakens again.”

After Ru Yueming finished speaking, a trace of sorrow appeared on her face. "It's a pity that I am still young and weak. How could I possibly be a match for that villain?"

"If Yhwach discovers your true identity, you'll be burying your son who has black hair."

After recounting his story, Yamamoto's murderous intent subsided, his anger gradually dissipated, and he glared at his unruly disciple with a displeased look.

You can take down a captain with one punch, and you still have the nerve to say you're weak as a chicken?

He sorted through the content and extracted the key information.

Good news, Yhwach has not yet fully recovered.

Bad news: the successor I painstakingly cultivated has been targeted by the other side.

Thinking about this, Yamamoto couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

If you say you're an undercover agent, then you are. The deed is done, and he can't say anything more.

After all, Akira's original intention was to protect Soul Society.

But why are you behaving so well?

Is the vast territory of Soul Society not enough to satisfy your wolfish ambitions?

"Then what do you think we should do?"

Yamamoto glared at his wayward disciple. "I am not like that brat Urahara Kisuke. I am not good at any schemes or tricks."

Ru Yueming nodded, without denying it.

"Actually, before I came here, I had already come up with a solution based on my extraordinary wisdom."

"But I still need your help, teacher."

Upon hearing this, Yamamoto frowned.

His intuition told him that what this kid was about to say might push him to his psychological limits.

Seeing that Yamamoto did not refute him, Akira chuckled and continued:

"Teacher, have you ever heard of..."

"Void!"

…………

Beneath the crescent moon.

In the jungle.

The void shattered, revealing darkness, and a figure radiating intense heat stepped out from within.

When he saw the scene before him, Yamamoto's feelings were extremely complicated.

Although he had never been here since becoming the captain of the Gotei 13, he had still read a lot of information about Hueco Mundo.

Not long ago it was a boundless desert, but in the blink of an eye, it has undergone a perfect transformation from desert to oasis.

If Akira hadn't said that all of this was accomplished under his brilliant guidance, Yamamoto might have thought a miracle had occurred.

Destruction is easy; creation is difficult.

Yamamoto has maintained the order of Soul Society for a thousand years and knows how difficult it is.

He let out a heavy sigh as he considered the arduous effort required:

"Thanks for your hard work……"

"?"

Ru Yueming was puzzled, wondering why the old man was acting so strangely.

Soon, led by Ruyueming, the two emerged from the jungle and arrived before a colossal city that towered into the clouds.

Looking at the scene before him, Yamamoto's eyes showed surprise. Just as he was about to ask something, he saw Akira raise his chin and reveal a smug smile.

"Captain-Commander Yamamoto."

Welcome to Las Noches!

Although I had some suspicions, I was still quite shocked when I actually heard it.

I thought that Akira was just messing around in Hueco Mundo, but I never expected that he would actually accomplish such a great feat.

He was merely the captain-commander of the Gotei 13, while Akira Kisaragi had become the new king of Hueco Mundo.

Isn't this a case of the student surpassing the teacher?

While Yamamoto was pleased, he also had some doubts.

He knows his disciple very well; he's a master fighter.

But when it comes to creation, construction, and maintenance, this guy is clearly not cut out for it.

Could it be that all of this is thanks to Kisuke Urahara?

Filled with doubt, Yamamoto, led by Akira Kisaragi, entered Hueco Mundo.

Day and night cycle.

What came into view was sunlight that shouldn't exist in the virtual circle.

One after another, palaces and castles of different styles stand on the flat ground, presenting a view that is in no way inferior to Seireitei.

The architectural design is unique and distinctive, clearly the work of a master.

Numerous green plants are scattered along both sides of the road, and a faint fragrance permeates the air.

This kind of environment seems very suitable for retirement.

Yamamoto nodded almost imperceptibly, burying his surprise deep inside.

Along the way, figures dressed in the same white outfits kept running around, seemingly carrying out their work.

When they encountered Ru Yueming, they merely bowed respectfully, greeted him, and then hurriedly left.

He didn't pay much attention to Yamamoto, who was beside him.

It's become commonplace for the Great King to pick up Hollows and powerful Shinigami from outside.