Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

What are the rebels doing collecting the souls of civilians?

Ru Yueming frowned, somewhat puzzled by the thought process of this group of people.

"It has many uses."

Yoruichi explained, "Illegal modification of souls, materials for certain forbidden experiments, and the performance of some kind of evil ritual, etc."

"However, there are too few clues at the moment to determine the purpose of this group."

"Let's go back to Seireitei and report first. I also need to explain this situation to my elders."

Having said that, she sighed.

Nothing involving the rebels is ever simple.

If nothing unexpected happens, something unexpected is going to happen soon.

All indications suggest that the rebels are no longer satisfied with their previous minor skirmishes.

After collecting some evidence that could prove the rebels' identities, Yoruichi temporarily sealed the stronghold with a Kido barrier.

The two then officially returned to Seireitei.

However, shortly after they left, several more figures appeared near the stronghold.

They were dressed in black, completely covered from head to toe.

Seeing the mess in front of him, he didn't have time to be surprised and hurriedly went forward to check the situation.

"The disparity between us and the enemy is too great; all of them will be killed in one strike."

"The tongue-binding ghost path has been triggered; the enemy may have discovered our plan."

"We must report this situation to that sir immediately!"

…………

The First Squad's barracks, tea room.

Yamamoto fiddled with the fire in front of him, straightened the tea stove, and remained calm and composed, his expression as still as a deep well.

Sitting opposite him, Akira Kisaragi spoke with great emotion, emphasizing his own contributions and hard work, and directly copied Yoruichi's analysis and possibilities.

"I understand."

Yamamoto nodded slowly. "Although we didn't find the suspicious person from before, we wiped out a rebel stronghold and directly pinned the disappearance of souls on them."

"Ruyueming, you did a great job."

"It has quite the style of Peking Opera from back then."

The old man glanced at the smug boy and sighed.

This kid, he can't understand anything, good or bad.

"Let's continue investigating."

"Find that suspicious person as soon as possible to avoid causing greater turmoil."

Ruyue Ming nodded, indicating that she had no objection to this.

It just so happens that the Eleventh Division has some downtime, so looking for people is a way to relax during their training.

Just as he finished his tea and stood up to take his leave, Yamamoto suddenly spoke again:

"And one more thing."

"About Ukitake..."

The old man frowned and hesitated before saying, "You should know his situation. I'd like to ask if there are any specific solutions."

"Whether it's a ritual or divination, as long as it solves the problem, that's fine."

Upon hearing this, Ru Yueming began to ponder.

He had a general understanding of Jushiro Ukitake's situation.

He contracted a lung disease at the age of three and almost died on the spot. Later, he sacrificed his diseased lungs to Mimihagi and gained some of the power of the Eye of God, which stabilized the condition of his lungs at the age of three.

To others, this is a difficult problem to solve.

But in Ru Yueming's view, it's no big deal. All it takes is a lung transplant.

With current technology, it is impossible to perform surgery of this scale.

But the problem is.

The Soul Society's technology tree has gone completely astray.

While most of Soul Society, including the Sixth Division where nobles resided, was still in an ancient state, the Twelfth Division had already entered the modern era.

Moreover, when he visited Aizen at the Twelfth Division last time, he saw some high-tech instruments that he couldn't understand at all.

Lung transplantation, a procedure that is beyond the reach of traditional medicine, can be completely solved through technological means.

I believe the all-powerful Sōsuke will come up with a solution.

If all else fails, he still has Plan B and Plan C, and if he uses his brain, he can also try Plan D.

So, how many tons of toxins can a healthy Ukyo bamboo shoot release?

"There will be a way, but I need to ask other people."

Ru Yueming spread his hands helplessly and said, "After all, everyone has their own expertise. In cases like Senior Brother Fuzhu's, we need to make a specific assessment before we can take action."

Yamamoto nodded, temporarily relieved.

Although his disciple usually seemed unreliable, he could still be of some use in crucial moments.

Perhaps we could try cultivating it in a more intensive way?

Yamamoto fell into deep thought.

…………

Sixth District, the aristocratic district.

As the area directly under the jurisdiction of the Sixth Division, this place is a gathering place for nobles, and most of the nobles in Soul Society also live here.

Deep within, a magnificent manor sits, its corridors and buildings intertwined, forming a labyrinthine layout.

Several dark figures moved through the shadows and finally stopped in front of an old-fashioned study.

The owner of the study seemed to be receiving guests, and the sound of conversation could be heard from time to time.

The shadowy figures stood respectfully on both sides of the road, awaiting orders.

Soon, sounds came from the study.

"come in."

The door opened with a click, and a group of dark figures filed in, then respectfully knelt on one knee and began to recount their previous discoveries:

"The entire force at Outpost No. 3 was wiped out, and Shenshan Dun was killed."

"Based on the on-site analysis, the one who made the move should be the genius student who shone brightly in the Spiritual Arts Academy's graduation assessment—"

"As bright as the moon."

Upon hearing this, the figure in the room raised his head, a look of surprise appearing on his aged but dignified face.

"Why was he there, and how did he discover the stronghold hidden beneath the cliff face of the sacred mountain?"

"Is there a mole among us?"

The Grim Reapers kneeling on the ground looked at each other, unable to give a definite answer.

The old man didn't seem to expect any answers from this group; a thoughtful look flashed in his slightly cloudy eyes.

"If i remember correctly."

"The defeat in the previous war with the Kuchiki family was also related to this brat."

"The amulet he sold to Kuchiki Sōjun did indeed influence the course of the war, and the previous assassination attempts against him completely failed."

"Furthermore, some time ago, he also helped Yoruichi Shihouin gain recognition from her family's Zanpakuto."

"Even Yamamoto Shigekuni took him as a disciple, even though he was just a nobody from Rukongai..."

"What a restless little rascal."

The old man was talking to himself.

The kneeling figures had different expressions, some surprised and some astonished. They hadn't expected that a recent graduate would have achieved so much.

After a moment's thought, the old man issued a new order:

"Take this seriously and investigate further."

"If necessary, methods other than assassination can be used..."

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The 11th Division team building.

Ōmaeda Kinosugu gazed at the carefree boy in front of him with complicated emotions. Although not much time had passed, there was a sense that things had changed.

Not long ago, he was often scolded by him, but in the blink of an eye, this kid was already able to defeat a vice-captain-level Grim Reaper head-on.

Even more outrageous is that the elders and head of the Shihōin family, whom he treated with utmost respect, always showed a look of relief and regret whenever they mentioned the name Ruyueming.

Thankfully, with the help of Akira Kisaragi, the Shihouin family regained the recognition of their family's Zanpakuto.

Unfortunately, the other party refused to join the Shihōin family.

Such differential treatment left Ōmaeda Kōnosuke feeling quite uncomfortable.

"It's been a long time, Mr. Xi Zhijin."

Akira was very enthusiastic, setting out the teapot, teacups, and tea leaves he had brought back from the First Division. He skillfully heated the tea, poured it, and finally pushed the fragrant tea towards Nozomi.

Although I haven't specifically studied this kind of etiquette, I've learned it by seeing it so often.

He's already starting to resemble Yamamoto.

"Long time no see, Kisaragi-san."

"No, you should be called the Third Seat of Kisaragi now."