Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

Ruyue Ming raised her hand: "Master Monk, I have a question."

Hyōsuke Ichibei paused slightly, indicating that he could speak freely.

"Since Kusajiro is part of the Wild Sun, does that mean that if Zaraki masters Shikai or even Bankai, Kusajiro will also disappear?"

He remembered this setting clearly; it was in the original work.

After Kenpachi Zaraki released his Zanpakuto, Yachiru Kusajishi disappeared and never reappeared.

He really liked this quirky mascot of the Eleventh Division.

It would be such a shame if it just disappeared like this.

Upon hearing Ruyueming's words, the monk paused for a moment, then nodded:

"That's definitely true."

"However, strictly speaking, once Lord Zaraki has mastered the liberation of Nosara, he can still see Kusajishi Yachiru."

"In terms of circumstances, he's somewhat similar to the leader of the Beijing band."

Everyone looked surprised.

As expected of the leader of the Zero Division, a terrifying being who has lived for millions of years, his knowledge is so vast.

Kenpachi Zaraki remained silent, head bowed, calmly looking at the serrated longsword in his hand, lost in thought.

Ru Yueming frowned: "Is there no solution?"

Upon hearing this, the monk laughed loudly: "Everyone has their own expertise, and I am just an eye monk."

"You should ask the swordsmith about this kind of thing."

Ru Yueming's eyes lit up.

Oh right, I almost forgot about Nimaiya Oetsu.

He's currently helping me build the Zero Division Palace, so it's a good opportunity to make the most of it. I can also ask him to help me solve the problem of Kenpachi Zaraki's Zanpakuto at the same time.

After sending Zaraki to find Nimaiya Oetsu, the others looked at Hyoninbe Ichibei with a hint of greed in their eyes.

Since this great monk knows the names of all Zanpakuto, he must also know the names of Bankai, right?

"Your Excellency, Minister of War."

Tosen Yasushi was quick to act, drawing his Zanpakuto from its sheath. A cold glint shone on his face, which was filled with desire, making his smile appear even more sinister.

"Excuse me."

"And mine!"

"please!"

Hyosube Ichibei was kind and took the Zanpakuto from everyone with his large, rough hands, and began to explain them one by one.

Knowing the name is one thing, mastering the Bankai is another.

However, after years of training, coupled with arduous practice at the Spirit King Palace, most of the Eleventh Division's officers have reached the standard to master Bankai.

Next, it's time to deploy the all-purpose helper.

When Ruyueming's gaze swept over him like a hawk's, Kisuke Urahara's face turned pale.

Just as he was about to sneak away, a large hand suddenly patted his shoulder, and a ferocious head popped out from the side:

"Kisuke, where are you going?"

Looking at the terrifying smile so close to him, Kisuke Urahara suddenly understood the Soul King's feelings at that moment.

The difference is that the Spirit King could find a successor, but he could only be exploited by Ru Yueming for his entire life.

Just thinking about that bleak future filled Kisuke Urahara with a deep sense of despair.

How could it have come to this? How could it have come to this?

…………

In the unfinished Zero-Fan Li Hall, on a vast, desolate wasteland.

Everyone gathered here, staring intently at the two figures in front of them.

Akira Kisaragi was carrying a stack of wooden planks shaped like human figures, with Kisuke Urahara standing beside him, his eyes blackened and his face pale from being exploited.

Despite his remarkable intelligence and exceptional scientific research skills, he was still exploited to the point of exhaustion by someone, leaving him with nothing left to extract.

Who knows how materials for creating a Transcendent Body could be found in the Spirit King Palace!

In order to create enough Transcendental Bodies, Kisuke Urahara didn't sleep for three days and three nights, and almost went to see the Soul King.

"I won't say any more nonsense."

Asuka Akira raised the Transcendental Body in her hand, indicating, "These are tools that can help you master Bankai."

"Get ready to start!"

Gin Ichimaru stepped forward first, smiling as he took the Transcendental Body from Akira Kisaragi's hands. Without saying a word, he pierced it through with his Zanpakuto.

Amidst the dazzling silver light, a squinting boy emerged, then drew his sword and swung it without warning, his fierce attack seemingly intent on killing Gin Ichimaru.

"It seems a bit different from when I used the Transcendental Body."

Akira frowned. "Kisuke, what do you think?"

Kisuke Urahara glanced at him and replied listlessly:

"The density of spiritual particles in the Spirit King Palace is too high, so the effect of the Transformation Body is brought to its maximum."

"Therefore, the materialized Zanpakuto is stronger than it was in Soul Society."

"However, in return, if you can defeat it, your Bankai will be stronger."

Just as the two were talking, Gin Ichimaru had already released his Zanpakuto, and his cold voice echoed across the battlefield:

"Shoot him, sharpshooter."

Before the incantation was even finished, a silver streak of light tore through the heavy air and violently pierced the chest of the materialized divine spear.

It seems to have been influenced by someone.

The Eleventh Division's officers have begun to exhibit a strange shift in their attitude towards their Zanpakuto, veering off in an uncontrollable direction.

Occasionally, he would blurt out something like, "Why is a Zanpakuto so inconvenient?"

This also led to the battle being extremely brutal.

Gin Ichimaru adopted a strategy of trading injury for injury, enduring the attack of the divine spear head-on. After sacrificing an arm and a severed leg, he successfully killed the spear under the blade's light.

Then, he was sent to the Qilin Palace.

With Gin Ichimaru setting an example, the battles between the others and their materialized Zanpakuto became much smoother.

Anyway, with the captain here guarding us, there's no way we're going to die.

How could mere injuries possibly deter our unwavering devotion to our captain?!

Looking at the battlefield, which resembled a living hell, Kisuke Urahara felt a pang of sorrow well up in his heart once again.

Sadly, there are no normal people left in the Eleventh Division.

…………

Ten days later.

The Zero Division Detention Center was completed, and under the guidance of Kisuke Urahara and Mayuri Kurotsuchi, its style was a one-to-one replica of the Eleventh Division's barracks.

As Ru Yueming stood on the lawn, looking at the powerful crowd in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride.

Apart from Kenpachi Zaraki, everyone else has mastered Bankai.

Even Madarame Ikkaku's Zanpakuto was enhanced by Nimaiya Oetsu, so it will no longer break as easily as in the original work.

Now that he has a strong and well-equipped army, it is time for him to rise up and overthrow Yamamoto's tyranny!

Is there ever a crown prince who reigns for forty years?

Once I return to Soul Society, I will definitely overthrow the Heavenly Generals and bring about a change in the Seireitei!

…………

Inside the First Division barracks, Yamamoto's expression was uncertain, his eyes fixed on Chojiro Sasakibe in front of him, listening to the classified information he had just received.

"hiss--"

"Such a good thing?!"

Chapter 275 Oh no, my gold coins were stolen!

First Squad, Conference Room.

The long-awaited team leader meeting was held for the first time since Ru Yueming and the others returned from the Lingwang Palace.

Inside the spacious room, the team leaders looked fierce and menacing; they were all villains.

As the moon shone brightly, it stared intently at Yamamoto, who sat at the head of the table, making the old man feel a little uneasy.

Did that brat eat something wrong this time?

Why am I suddenly so energetic?

Ignoring the erratic behavior of Kisaragi Akira, Yamamoto launched into a long-winded speech as soon as the meeting was announced to begin.

Of course, most of it was just nonsense.

Just like the speeches given by company leaders in the real world, they are utterly devoid of substance.

As soon as the moonlight brightened, she entered a state of slacking off, closed her eyes, and began to doze off.

His senior apprentice, Kyoraku Shunsui, was no better off.

With heavy dark circles under her eyes, her upper and lower eyelids were locked in a fierce battle.

We finally got through this difficult part.

Next came the work reports from the thirteen squads, with the First Squad giving its summary last.