Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

"According to the investigation by the acting captain of the Second Division, Ōmaeda Kinoshita, all the men in black who died in Zenjōji Temple were members of the rebel forces."

"Based on the clues left at the scene and the analysis of the collected confessions, in addition to the rebel forces, a completely unfamiliar entity appeared on the battlefield that day."

"Judging from spiritual pressure alone, he may be at least a vice-captain."

"Although on the surface it seems that the other side is on our side, but..."

"A vice-captain-level Grim Reaper of unknown identity is someone we must be wary of."

After narrating the entire story, Okiga Genjiro offered his own speculations and thoughts, and finally handed over the decision-making power to Yamamoto Shigekuni.

He is only a third-seat official; important decisions must be made by the captain-in-chief.

"I see."

An aged voice echoed in the room. Yamamoto slowly opened his slightly closed eyes, the wrinkles on his face softening a little, giving him an air of quiet authority.

"Let's leave that person's identity to the Second Division."

"Since the Shihōin family is eager to promote a new heir, why not let her investigate?"

"The reason I called you here is also..."

Before he could finish speaking, a violent coughing fit erupted at the doorway.

The two were startled and looked in the direction from which the sound came. With the help of Kotsubaki Sentaro, Ukitake Jushiro slowly walked into the office.

"Teacher, Genjiro-senpai." Ukitake greeted the two of them with a pale face.

Genjiro Oki nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Yamamoto frowned and asked in confusion, "What happened that made you come all this way despite your serious illness?"

"I had a dream."

"Dream?"

Yamamoto and Genjiro Oki exchanged glances, both seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.

Jushiro Ukitake adjusted his breathing and said seriously:

"I can't remember the specific details anymore."

"But one thing is certain: the dream was sending me a message."

"Someone is abusing Lord Mimihachi's power!"

Upon hearing this, Yamamoto's brows furrowed even deeper, almost meeting together.

Genjiro Oki didn't say much, but silently stepped aside, giving space to the master and apprentice.

The room was silent.

Yamamoto pondered quietly, naturally aware of Mimihachi's existence.

When he took Ukitake Jushiro as his apprentice, the latter had confided this secret to him.

To ordinary people, Mimihagi is just a one-eyed alien native god known as the Rebellious One in the 76th ward of the East Rukongai.

However, both master and apprentice were well aware that there was another legend about this native god.

It was something that descended from the sky in ancient times to be used as a sacrifice to the right arm of the Spirit King.

It was only because Jushiro Ukitake sacrificed his lungs to Mimihagi that he survived his serious illness and was given a certain ability to communicate with him.

Is the situation serious?

Yamamoto said in a deep voice, he was well aware that Mimihagi was of great importance and could not be taken lightly.

Ukitake Jushiro hesitated, then said tentatively:

"I'm not too sure either."

"The dream only conveyed this message to me; the specific effects may only be known after investigating Lord Mimihagi's shrine."

Yamamoto pondered for a moment, then said seriously:

"I understand."

"An investigation into this matter will be put on the agenda. You should rest well in the meantime."

Jushiro Ukitake nodded, respectfully withdrew, and left the First Division.

Yamamoto watched his departing figure, lost in thought:

“Rebellious Bone District, Mimihaji, Ancestral Hall.”

"Could it be related to that palace attendant?"

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The Academy of Spiritual Arts.

Zhenyang men's bed.

As Yueming returned to her familiar bed, she leaned back and fell directly onto it.

Although Retsu Unohana's care and treatment were meticulous, familiar places were ultimately the most comforting.

After several days of treatment, he was officially discharged from the hospital and is ready to face the upcoming final exams.

Because the previous rituals and sacrifices had failed, Akira Ruyue has now completely given up on the idea of ​​passing.

Preparing for the exam is impossible.

Instead of memorizing this useless stuff, why not study something with ingenuity?

He had been interested in this special entry for a long time, but he hadn't had the time to work on it until recently.

Now is the perfect time to redevelop the potential of this term.

As for the inscription of the Kido patterns, in Aizen's words, it means that the spirit body is currently in a saturated state and needs a period of digestion before it can continue to inscribe new ones.

However, excessive spiritual pressure training is as bad as too much of a good thing.

Determining a certain amount of time each day is sufficient.

"On the nature of the ghost path."

Aizen explained earnestly, "Actually, it can be summarized in one sentence."

"Arrange spiritual pressure according to specific techniques to unleash greater power or produce different effects."

"To create your own Ghost Path, you need to have a certain understanding of basic techniques."

"Hand gestures, incantations, and spiritual pressure arrangement."

"Only when the three are combined can it be a complete Ghost Path."

"like this."

Aizen raised his right hand, and dazzling sparks bloomed at his fingertips, outlining the shape of lightning.

"I guess this can be considered a self-created 'Hado'."

"Judging solely from its destructive power, it's about the same as the No. 1 Destruction."

A hint of realization flashed in Ru Yueming's eyes, as if she were deep in thought.

He only skipped theory classes, but kept up with the other courses. However, because Aizen was so talented, he began to study the content of the second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth life stages very early on.

In terms of theory alone, even the teachers at the Spiritual Arts Academy are far inferior.

After his explanation, Ru Yueming gained a completely new understanding of creating her own ghost path.

"It doesn't seem as difficult as I imagined."

He stroked his chin, and an idea quickly formed in his mind.

"The blast I'm most familiar with is White Lightning."

Under Aizen's curious gaze, Asuka Mei stretched out her left hand, and crackling arcs of electricity began to leap incessantly in her palm.

"And, the Crimson Fire Cannon."

Then, he raised his right hand, and a blazing flame burst forth, radiating intense heat.

The next moment, as if anticipating something, Aizen's pupils contracted slightly, and he instantly created a spiritual pressure defense and a binding barrier in front of him.

As soon as Ru Yueming put her hands together, the two boulders filled with destructive power collided violently.

Chapter 62 When something goes wrong, there must be a monster

The explosion that Aizen had anticipated did not occur.

A dazzling arc of electricity erupted from the crack in his closed fingertips, mixed with scorching flames, causing the temperature in the dormitory to rise continuously.

Energy continuously expands, contracts, and expands at the fingertips.

Even the back of his hand was bathed in a translucent red light, with the veins densely and clearly visible.

Even from a distance, one can clearly sense the terrifying destructive power it contains.

Asuka Akira grinned: "Sōyōsuke, look, it's done!"

"I really am a once-in-a-century genius in Soul Society. The Spirit Arts Academy has really struck gold this time!"

Upon seeing the scene before him, Aizen realized that when the Kido pattern was successfully imprinted, it became a characteristic of Asuka Akira's own spirit.

In a sense, manipulating the White Thunder and the Crimson Fire Cannon is equivalent to controlling a part of one's own body.

For Ruyueming, this had become an instinct.

It's like trying to lick your own elbow with your tongue; it's difficult, but some gifted people can do it.

It's obvious that Ru Yueming is that kind of guy.

Unlike the dust explosions used before—no, it should be called red smoke and white lightning—the current fusion is closer to the dismantling and integration of the essence of the demonic path.

The former complements each other, while the latter changes its nature.

The difficulty levels are on completely different levels.

As the moonlight shone, she opened her clasped hands, revealing a magnificent scene in her palms, the vibrant colors reflecting the hope of new life.