Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

Pure white skin, covered with cracks, with a bluish-purple sheen.

A hint of wariness flickered in his eyes as he calmly observed the two people in front of him.

"Sosuke?"

Ru Yueming asked tentatively.

Parallel Aizen frowned, a hint of displeasure appearing on his cracked face.

Since he betrayed Soul Society, no one has ever called him that.

Is he familiar with this guy, or is it that he and this guy are familiar with each other?

Judging from the fact that the two of them emerged from the dark passage together, they must be close friends.

It's ridiculous.

People destined to be alone actually have such a weakness.

Just as he was expressing his disdain for someone with silence, Ruyueming took out the latest generation of the communication device from his pocket, and then pointed it at Pingxiang Aizen in full view of everyone.

Click.

The sound of a camera shutter echoed across the empty ruins.

"what are you doing?"

Aizen's blood pressure rose.

Asuka Akira turned her head to the side, revealing a look of disdain: "Sousuke, I've noticed that you've become stupid since you came here."

"Of course, it's to take photos as souvenirs. Isn't that obvious?"

Then, a bizarre scene unfolded before everyone's eyes.

As if by lightning speed, she moved back and forth beside Parallel Aizen, her camera shutter clicking incessantly.

Because the Aizen he knew had completely merged with the Hogyoku, this form of Aizen was now a rare find.

Now that we've finally found it, we're naturally going to collect a whole bunch.

As someone's behavior became increasingly outrageous, Aizen and Parallel Aizen's blood pressure synchronized and steadily increased.

However, thanks to his perfect understanding of Aizen, Asuka stopped in time when Aizen's blood pressure reached the critical level, and solemnly put away the communication device.

This thing is more important than Kisuke's life; it can't be lost.

He'll use this to mock Aizen later.

Aizen: "..."

Judging from that undisguised ugly face, he could already guess what someone was thinking.

Is it too late to seize the messenger machine at this point?

"Let's put an end to this boring farce."

Parallel Aizen calmly gazed at the two figures in front of him, raising his right hand and extending his index finger.

"I don't want to watch anymore."

"Hado No. 63: Thunder Roar Cannon".

A massive golden bolt of lightning erupted from his fingertips, instantly streaking across the sky and turning the azure blue into a dazzling display, while the smell of burning filled the air.

boom!

The next moment, a dazzling beam of light pierced the sky, and the aftershocks spread outward, instantly obliterating the clouds, and a huge concentric circle appeared at the center of the explosion.

At this stage, Parallel Aizen, accelerated by numerous external conditions, has already reached the limit of an ordinary Shinigami.

Even a broken incantation of the Kido can demonstrate power no less than that of a Shinigami captain chanting the Kido at full power, and may even slightly exceed it.

However, despite the immense power of the attack, when the smoke cleared and the aftershocks of the explosion subsided, it failed to leave even the slightest mark on the two individuals.

It was just a simple spiritual pressure shield that even students of the Shinigami Academy could master, yet it managed to block the Thunder Roar Cannon.

Upon seeing this, the other Shinigami or Arrancar who were still conscious all showed expressions of shock.

I thought Aizen was invincible, but I never expected that someone would be even more valiant than him.

The other party is also Aizen, so it's alright.

For a moment, everyone's expressions became somewhat subtle.

Judging from his performance, Aizen, who was wearing a black shihachi outfit and didn't even have a captain's haori, seemed to be a bit stronger than the all-white Aizen.

They had no idea how things would develop.

But deep down, there was a strange sense of anticipation.

If the two of them were to fight, who would be the final winner?

Seeing Aizen completely unharmed, Aizen narrowed his eyes, his expression gradually becoming serious.

He knew very well the power of that devastating attack; any other Shinigami captain would have been lying on the ground by now.

The opponent is very strong!

"Leave this to me."

Aizen glanced at the eager Akira Kisaragi and dissuaded him from his dangerous idea in advance.

"I have some ideas that need to be verified."

Ru Yueming smacked her lips, looking regretful.

"彳庍口巴."

Under Aizen's somewhat wary gaze, Asuka turned downwards, leaving the sky and flying towards the others.

Aizen calmly looked at "himself" and smiled:

"Now it's just the two of us."

"You must have many questions. Don't worry, there's still plenty of time. We can discuss and study them slowly."

…………

Yamamoto Shigekuni frowned as he looked at the young man who had suddenly appeared in front of him, subconsciously clenching his right fist, his spiritual pressure brewing, ready to be unleashed.

He was certain he had never met the other person.

For some reason, instead of being wary, he suddenly felt a strange sense of peace when he saw the other person.

It's as if when the person in front of you appears, you no longer have to worry about anything.

"Old man Shan, you're still as irritable as ever."

As Yueming arrived at the huge crater created by the One-Sword Cremation, he reached out and helped Yamamoto up from the ground.

Looking at the familiar old man's miserable appearance, he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

Although she knew that Yamamoto in front of her had nothing to do with her, Kisaragi Akira, as his disciple, couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.

Kyoraku's incompetence and Urahara's cowardice forced the thousands-year-old man to return to the front lines.

Aizen lacked martial ethics, resorting to deception and sneak attacks, forcing Yamamoto to fight in a way that could lead to mutual destruction.

As a result, Aizen not only escaped unscathed, but also evolved to the next stage with the help of the Hogyoku.

In contrast, Yamamoto was not only burned to a crisp, but also lost an arm.

Looking at the young man supporting him, Yamamoto felt a little awkward. They were complete strangers, yet the man was behaving like a disobedient disciple, Kyoraku.

He tried to break free from the other person's grip, but the guy's strength was surprisingly great.

No matter how hard you struggle, you can't get rid of it.

"People have to learn to accept getting old; you can't refuse to grow old."

As Yueming advised, "Someone like you, Teacher, should just relax and enjoy getting gold coins. Why worry so much?"

"Teacher?" Yamamoto was taken aback.

But then, something even more unexpected happened.

A verdant light emanated from the young man's hand, instantly enveloping him.

The next moment, the charred cracks on the skin quickly faded, and even the severed arm began to sprout granulation tissue, growing at a visible speed.

Yamamoto's eyes widened, and a look of shock appeared on his aged face.

Although I'm not good at responding, I do know a thing or two.

Currently, the maximum number of Soul Society resurrections is Unohana Retsu. However, even if Unohana Retsu were to come, some auxiliary methods would still be needed to treat something like a severed arm regenerating.

Then the problem is coming.

Can Retsu Unohana recover the arm she sacrificed to unleash the One-Sword Cremation technique?

As a forbidden Kido among the high-level Breaking Paths, the One-Sword Cremation sacrifices not only the body, but also the corresponding soul part of the body.

That is precisely why its power is so terrifying.

However, what even Retsu Unohana couldn't do, the young man in front of him did with ease.

Is this some kind of special ability?

Or……

"Who are you?"

As Yamamoto felt his body regain its strength, he looked at the person in front of him with a puzzled expression and asked with a frown.

The bizarre way they appeared, the friendly way they addressed each other, and their powerful abilities all revealed their mystery.

In the past, he might have already been on guard.

But a deep inner stirring within him gave him a strange sense of trust in it.

It was as if he had known the other person for a long time.

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Ru Yueming."

As Yueming looked at the fully recovered Yamamoto, he grinned with satisfaction.

"Teacher, I wonder if you've ever heard of the concept of parallel worlds..."