Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

The fabric throughout the room transformed into an indescribable torrent, instantly engulfing the room.

The unexpected attack method immediately put him under unprecedented pressure.

An existence even more terrifying than Shinichi Shiraki!

Without any hesitation, he instantly drew his sword, activated the demonic runes, and unleashed a surge of spiritual pressure, immediately going all out.

Death Sword Style: Parting the Clouds!

The flashes of blades illuminated the mottled patterns ahead, and the sharp light tore through strips of cloth, sending countless fragments falling like a torrential rain.

Countless fabrics wove together a massive curtain, seemingly without limit, continuously consuming Ruyueming's spiritual pressure.

The gap is too big.

Even if he goes all out, he still has no chance of winning.

Those who can be part of the Zero Division are definitely not easy to deal with.

Senjumaru stood in the middle of a sea of ​​cloth, like a god who controlled this area, with a mysterious smile on his lips. His black eyes were fixed on the stubborn boy, enjoying this drama.

Purple flames, mixed with white lightning, burst forth from the surging flames, wantonly tearing apart the hanging cloth.

Ru Yueming's performance can only be described as overwhelming.

Even the toughest cloth cannot withstand the gleaming blade; a sweep of it will tear it apart.

But there are too many of them.

Cut one off, and ten or a hundred more will emerge from the gap.

There were even long, thin needles moving around, constantly mending the tattered fabric.

The sewing needle seemed to possess some kind of magical power, able to repair even the most shredded cloth in an instant.

There wasn't even a trace of sewing.

Even more outrageous is that the speed at which it was mended exceeded the speed at which Ruyueming was destroyed.

Full power cannot be sustained for long.

Although Ruyue Ming's displayed strength is quite exaggerated, strictly speaking, he is currently only a mid-level seat official.

It's already quite outrageous that he could endure for so long under Senjumaru, who was about to be promoted to the Zero Division.

After an unknown amount of time, Ruyue Ming's spiritual pressure was exhausted, her physical strength was nearing its limit, and she didn't even have the strength to swing her sword.

He could only watch helplessly as the undiminished ocean of cloth completely engulfed him.

A crushing defeat that was inevitable.

Soon, the boy, whose body was wrapped in bandages made of countless colorful silk ribbons, was hung up.

"Woman, I'm warning you, you'd better not mess around."

Despite being a prisoner, Akira's spirit remained undiminished. "I am the Captain-Commander's last disciple, the successor of Genryu, the future captain of the Eleventh Division, the Ninth Kenpachi..."

Before he could finish speaking, all his clothes were stripped off.

The lines are perfectly smooth, and the well-developed muscles exude power.

Because he often trained under the weight of waterfalls, Ruyueming's muscles were very well-proportioned, like a masterpiece sculpted by an artist.

Senjumaru's eyes brightened slightly, and a strange smile appeared on his lips.

Golden skeletal arms stretched out, gliding gently across the skin, following the clearly defined lines downwards.

Ru Yueming sighed heavily. He was certain now; this woman was only after his body.

"You did very well, young man."

Senjumaru praised, his extra golden arms extending to the sides of his body as he began measuring Ruyueming's body data with a measuring tape.

"No wonder the Captain-Commander took you as his apprentice."

Soon, the deliberation was completed, and Ru Yueming was released.

Just as he was getting dressed, the side door in the corner of the room was pulled open with a cloth, revealing a dimly lit warehouse filled with various sizes of Shinigami uniforms.

Just as he was wondering, Senjumaru's lazy voice came:

"Here, go pick one out."

Ruyueming: "?"

Isn't sewing a shihaka outfit supposed to be an extremely delicate task?

With the thought of slaying Senjumaru, he picked out a suitable Shinigami outfit from the warehouse and put it on right there.

Since I've already seen everything, it won't hurt to take a few more glances.

However, during the change of clothes, Senjumaru disappeared somewhere, and the empty room was filled with the constant swaying of silk, giving people a strange sense of unease.

Seeing that no one was around, Ru Yueming suppressed her budding curiosity and quickly left the room.

He'll remember this grudge and will definitely take revenge someday!

Amidst the fabric and silk, a pair of dark eyes silently watched the boy's departing figure, a barely audible voice echoing in the empty space:

“An unusual spirit…”

"I feel like I've seen this somewhere before; I need to look up more information."

"Hmm, I've got a clue about the Ultimate Garment. What a treasure trove of a young man."

"I adore you..."

…………

First Squad, Tea Room.

Yamamoto looked at the respectful young man before him, his brows furrowed, his aged face full of contemplation.

Very strange.

He has lived for thousands of years and has never heard of anything like it.

The Grim Reaper cannot master the art of swordsmanship.

Ru Yueming had previously raised similar questions with him, and at first he thought it was just that Ru Yueming lacked self-awareness and could not fully understand the essence of the soul.

Therefore, in his later studies, he not only taught Bai Da (a type of martial arts) but also Dao Chan (another type of martial arts).

He combined the strengths of various schools, taking their essence and discarding their dross, to develop the Yuanliu Daochan.

The characteristic of Genryu Knife Zen is that it allows one to empty their mind and body as quickly as possible, then enter a meditative state, liberate themselves, and abandon all distracting thoughts.

The individual's consciousness enters the Zanpakuto space in its best state, gains recognition, learns the true name, and finally, after a period of adjustment, comprehends the Shikai.

But a new problem has arisen.

According to his observation, Ruyueming had indeed mastered the Yuanliu Daochan and could smoothly enter a meditative state of emptiness.

But he just couldn't enter the Zanpakuto's space.

In his words, he could get in, but he would need a little outside help.

"You demonstrate first."

After pondering for a moment, Yamamoto instructed, "I will do my best to help you find the problem."

Ruyue Ming nodded, and then began to clear the tea table.

Upon seeing this, Yamamoto immediately had a bad feeling, but before he could speak...

Then I saw Ruyue Ming take out the three-piece sacrificial set from her pocket.

Incense, candles, imperial coins, and bells.

Only then did Yamamoto remember what Akira had told him before.

Through sacrificial communication, Mimihaqi was asked to help interpret the Dao Chan (a type of Buddhist meditation).

Just as Yamamoto was reminiscing.

Incense and candles slowly lit up, bells swayed gently, and imperial coins stood upright.

Under Yamamoto's gaze, Ruyueming's mind quickly emptied, and all distracting thoughts were instantly discarded. In the instant her gaze became unfocused, her consciousness had already descended into the Zanpakuto space.

Soon, consciousness returned, and Ru Yueming's eyes regained their clarity.

Looking at the old man staring at him, he spread his hands and said helplessly:

"That's the specific process."

"You can enter the Zanpakuto space, but you can't see where the Zanpakuto is."

Yamamoto's two white eyebrows were tightly locked together, almost forming a line. With his knowledge and experience, he had never heard of anything like it.

Weird, so weird!

After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "Have you asked Mimi Haki?"

Akira nodded. He had naturally asked Mimihachi about this problem that even Sousuke couldn't solve.

"He said, 'You can only rely on yourself.'"

Yamamoto nodded, not denying the claim:

"I understand."

"This statement is indeed correct, but the world is full of wonders, and there are always exceptions to everything."

"There are two ways to solve your situation."

Ru Yueming's eyes lit up, and he respectfully served tea: "Please speak, teacher."

"One way is to continue this method of sacrificial knife meditation. Over time, perhaps one day we will learn the true name and thus master the initial release."

"What about the second?"

Yamamoto glared at him irritably and continued:

Do you know someone named Kuchiki Hibiki?

Upon hearing this, Ru Yueming frowned.

Not to mention his past life, even in the Soul Society, he had heard this name more than once.