Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

Upon hearing the name of his old friend, Tosen Kaname's breathing became rapid. He stared intently at the sinister man in front of him, his right hand pressed against his face.

Countless dense, dark purple spiritual pressures gathered madly toward his palm like flowing water.

Before Tsunayoshiro's shocked eyes, a pure white mask appeared on Tosen Kaname's face, but the transformation was not yet over.

A heavy spiritual pressure surrounded him, churning the air wildly.

Tsuna's pupils contracted sharply, a barely concealed fear welling up inside him:

"how come……"

"You are not worthy to mention her name."

Kaname Tosen's anger was almost tangible; his Zanpakuto was held vertically downwards, and a violent pillar of spiritual pressure shot into the sky, stirring up a fierce gale.

"One Hundred Techniques for Clearing Insects: Crazy Cricket Shackles!"

…………

Black Rope Hell.

Kurosaki Ichigo stared nervously at the familiar yet slightly blurry face before him, hesitant to speak, as if he were worried about something.

With Aizen's help, he regained his Shinigami powers.

The price paid was merely a few days of research.

Aizen was very satisfied with his cooperation.

Therefore, at someone's behest, Ichigo was taken to Hell and given a gift he had always dreamed of.

"It's been a long time, Ichigo."

The woman with orange hair looked at the conflicted boy in front of her and revealed a warm, sunny smile that dispelled the darkness of hell and the gloom in the boy's heart.

"You've grown up."

The woman stepped forward, took the boy's hands, and gently stroked his hair, which was the same color as hers, her eyes full of doting affection.

Although she hadn't seen the boy in front of her for many years, she recognized him at a glance.

Ichigo felt the warmth coming from above his head and wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked by tears, and he couldn't say anything.

"Ichigo, I'm sorry."

The woman said apologetically, "I'm so sorry I couldn't be there for you as you grew up."

"But I'm really happy to see you again..."

Before she could finish speaking, the boy hugged her tightly. When the woman tried to say something, she found her cheeks were already wet with tears.

The words that were about to be spoken were left unsaid; instead, a gentle pat was given, just like the comforting touch of an infant in swaddling clothes...

Chapter 311 Yuan Liuzhai's Angry

"Please, this is my latest method for brewing tea."

Yamamoto gestured and extinguished the flames that had been burning on Ryujin Jakka.

He watched with great interest as an old man who looked exactly like him picked up his teacup and, in a way he knew all too well, sipped the slightly bitter tea.

The other person put down their teacup, savoring the aroma of tea wafting between their lips and teeth, their eyes slightly closed, as if immersed in the beautiful world of tea ceremony.

"After bitterness comes sweetness, and the taste is mellow and smooth."

"Hmm, good tea."

Upon hearing this assessment, Yamamoto smiled with satisfaction and nodded.

As expected of another version of myself from a parallel world, my perspective is just as unique as his.

Unlike that certain scoundrel who not only frequently goes to the First Squad to freeload, but also constantly nitpicks, he is quite averse to slightly bitter tea like this.

Unfortunately, Yamamoto had no choice but to taste it himself.

Now that I've finally met a kindred spirit, I must have a good chat over tea and share all the hardships and sorrows I've endured over the years.

"Let's talk."

"The different developments in two similar worlds make me quite curious about the developments on your side."

The two old men stared at each other, until Yamamoto from this world broke the silence and steered the conversation in the right direction.

After a moment of contemplation, Yamamoto stroked his beard and fell into deep thought.

To be honest, he didn't want to talk about the past.

Since both sides had similar experiences, there was no point in hiding anything.

After a moment of silence, Yamamoto began to recount the history of the Soul Society.

From the establishment of the Gotei 13 to Aizen's betrayal, it was all brought to an end by Aizen from another world, and the Soul Society returned to peace.

This contains a bit of personal bias.

Yamamoto pondered quietly, but as the other person spoke, his brows gradually furrowed.

Did I really realize that I was this stubborn and inflexible?

How is this any different from those filthy bastards in Room 46?

Parallel Yamamoto took a few deep breaths and ended this unpleasant description.

"now you."

Yamamoto nodded and began to skip over the shared experiences, recounting a life that was completely different from his own.

"Ahem, then I won't stand on ceremony."

Parallel Yamamoto frowned, a bad premonition suddenly welling up in his heart.

The guy in front of me seems to have a personality that is somewhat different from his usual image, and there is a slight deviation from his usual behavior.

Under his watchful eye, a bizarre life story unfolds slowly in Yamamoto's narration.

First, he discovered the "extraordinarily talented" Ruyueming by chance. Fearing that the genius would go astray, he took him into the Yuanliu.

Over the years, I have taught him earnestly, wishing I could impart all the knowledge I possess to him, and at one point I regarded Ruyueming as my successor.

Unfortunately, his blood pressure remained consistently high, and he was often so angered by his traitorous disciple's antics that he suffered a heart attack. What's even more outrageous is that Ru Yueming would occasionally cause him a major scandal.

For example, infiltrating the Yayoi family, becoming king in Hueco Mundo, infiltrating the Wandenreich, and single-handedly creating a hellish hell...

At first, Yamamoto listened with great interest, but as things progressed, he sensed something was amiss.

Then look at Yamamoto's wildly upturned lips, and how he couldn't suppress his laughter even with his eyes narrowed.

This old man wasn't complaining to him at all; he was clearly showing off!

Although Ruyueming made many small mistakes and quite a few big ones, at least this child didn't go astray and has always been on the path called justice.

Not only did it nip the Aizen crisis in the bud, but it also reformed the corrupt system of Soul Society, opened up the connection between the three worlds, and greatly eased the relationship between Shinigami, Hollows, and Quincy.

The word "balance" perfectly encapsulates this concept.

He perfectly embodied the professional ethics of the Grim Reaper.

In comparison, what's wrong with slightly elevated blood pressure?

Even if I wanted to rise in rank, I didn't have the means to do so!

Look at what that bastard Kyoraku Shunsui does every day: flirting with the female Shinigami in the team, drinking and carousing, working sporadically, and occasionally showing up at the Female Shinigami Association to make a name for himself.

Just thinking about the way this wicked disciple usually behaved made Hirai Yamamoto's blood pressure rise.

"Alright, let's stop this small talk."

Parallel Yamamoto bluntly stopped someone's boasting, saying, "I have important business to attend to during my visit to your world."

"What important matter?" Yamamoto frowned.

"Because of Ming's actions, our side is developing towards the existing social system of your world."

Parallel Yamamoto said irritably:

"I need to observe the development of the Soul Society, Hueco Mundo, and the Wandenreich, so as to avoid detours and unnecessary sacrifices and troubles."

Yamamoto grinned, revealing a smile:

"I didn't expect that traitor to be so thoughtful, even taking care of you in parallel worlds."

"It seems he has grown a lot under my tutelage."

Listen, is this human talk?

Besides learning how to tear clothes off in battle and how to fight like a brute, what else did that kid learn from you?!

Others may not know what Yuanliu teaches, but do you think I don't know?!

You old rascal, what have you done to deserve such a good apprentice!

He took a deep breath, barely suppressing the urge to draw Ryujin Jakka and stab the old man in front of him.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense."

"I cannot stay here for too long."

As the saying goes, no one knows you better than yourself.

Although their lives had been greatly altered under the influence of someone, resulting in some changes in their personalities.

But how could the shrewd and experienced Yamamoto not see that the old man in front of him was full of envy and jealousy?

Satisfied with his boasting, Yamamoto laughed heartily, stood up, walked towards the clothes rack in the room, and reached out to drape a slightly rough haori over his shoulders.

"No more, no more."

"Let's go check out Rukongai first."

"Under the current system reforms, if there's one place that has undergone the most significant changes, it's undoubtedly Rukongai..."

Yamamoto frowned, looking at the drab haori he was wearing. The rough stitching and sewing were completely unworthy of his status.

"After you retired, didn't that kid ever look after you at all?"