Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

Like the Tenth Division next door, it incorporates a certain European style, with exquisite designs and gorgeous decorations.

But I've never heard of any family building their barracks like a shrine.

After the team dormitory renovation was completed, Ōmaeda Kinosuke delivered the pre-ordered promotional haori as promised.

To be fair, the tailors in the Ōmaeda family were quite skilled.

The one-eyed deity on the haori is lifelike and quite divine.

It also includes easy-to-understand and catchy promotional slogans.

Anyway, it doesn’t cost any money, just have some faith.

A group of burly men dressed in haoris stood in neat rows on the grass, resembling a gang gathering.

Although I don't understand why Lord Kisaragi made this arrangement, there must be a deeper meaning behind it.

As the weak, you should just obediently submit to the strong!

“Very good, boys.”

"Everyone, head to Rukongai! Go and spread the word about the Shrine of the Rebellious Bone God! Let the name of the One-Eyed God spread throughout the entire Rukongai!"

Ru Yueming raised his arm and shouted.

Looking at the vast and imposing figures moving out, Gosuke felt like crying but had no tears left.

I thought things would get better after the Eleventh Division got a leader, but the situation turned out to be even worse than before.

He could already imagine what it would be like when this group of brutes barged into Rukongai...

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Chapter 100 Do you dare not believe the One-Eyed God?

Do you have a faith?

"No, no..."

"Very good, then you have it now!"

"Lord Mimihagi, the One-Eyed God, will protect those who offer him everything except their own 'eye'..."

The middle-aged man trembled as he looked at the burly man with a unique appearance in front of him. His legs were shaking and his lips were trembling incessantly, as if he had Parkinson's disease or had stepped on an electric shock.

"I, I won't..."

"Um?!"

The muscular man glared angrily, his muscles bulging. Even his oversized death suit couldn't contain his fierce spirit. He reached out and grabbed the man in front of him by the collar.

The two men's foreheads touched, and his fierce bull-like eyes were bloodshot, making him seem as if he might devour someone at any moment.

"I believe you, I believe you, okay?"

The middle-aged man was almost in tears, his legs trembling even more violently, fearing that this Grim Reaper might suddenly bite him.

Looking at the scene before him, Gosuke covered his face with his hands, trying his best to tilt his head back and not let the tears fall.

Even from more than ten meters away, he could feel the despair and suffocation of the person being threatened.

Anyone who gets suddenly targeted by such a thing wouldn't have a good time.

The fact that this middle-aged man didn't lose control of his bladder or bowels on the spot shows he has a very strong mentality.

The Eleventh Division already had a bad reputation, and now they've got this future captain on their hands. Gosuke doesn't dare to imagine anything more.

Seeing that the middle-aged man had agreed to believe in God, the burly man gently put him down, and even reached out to straighten his collar and pat the wrinkles on his chest.

"It doesn't cost any money anyway, just have some faith."

"The great Mimihachi will protect you."

The sudden change in attitude left the middle-aged man somewhat dazed, unable to react for a moment.

Was the other party really just there to promote the shrine's beliefs?

Isn't this just robbery and plunder, devouring people alive?!

For some reason, he actually became somewhat interested in the one-eyed god Mimihagi that the muscular man in front of him had mentioned.

The fact that this god could bring about such a dramatic change in the infamous Eleventh Division Shinigami must mean that this god is something special.

And this slogan is quite interesting too.

Since the other party isn't after money, it won't hurt to trust them.

After all, compared to the treatment of others, I am already doing quite well.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man looked around with pity, similar scenes were playing out repeatedly in the first district of North Rukongai.

"Hey, you brat, yes, I'm talking to you! Come and worship the One-Eyed God!"

"Hey, you scumbag who's looking around, get over here and pay your respects to Lord Mimihachi!"

"Don't try to escape, you bastards! Lord Mimihachi is watching your every move from the heavens..."

A group of brutes is not scary, but when they have an even more brute leader, they become very frightening.

When this group of brutes stormed into the first district of North Rukongai, the atmosphere changed dramatically.

Recruiting people, forcing worship, and promoting deities...

Surprisingly, despite this bizarre promotional method, some people actually became interested in the Shrine of the Rebellious Bone, and even some lower-ranking nobles came to inquire about the details.

Gosuke stared blankly at the increasingly bizarre procession before him, his eyes vacant as he looked at his master, the High Priest:

"Lord Chief, this kind of forceful propaganda will only lead to bitter consequences..."

Ru Yueming grinned and said, "It's not a big problem. Even bitter fruit is still fruit, and even if it's not sweet, it can still quench your thirst."

"Once they benefit from it, they'll know I'm telling the truth."

Gosuke looked at the boy in front of him with suspicion, not understanding why he was so confident.

Does this mean that there really are gods?

Shouldn't this kind of thing be something ethereal and intangible?

The news quickly reached the First Division.

…………

First team team building.

"Bastard!"

Veins bulged on his shiny forehead, and Yamamoto, who usually had squinted eyes, was now glaring angrily, as if a raging fire was burning in his pupils.

"Tell me what you've done?!"

"Promoting faith..."

Looking at the earnest young man before him, Yamamoto took a deep breath; his centuries of self-cultivation had crumbled in this moment.

"It was one thing for you to make a big fuss about it in the Spirit Arts Academy before, I would have just taken it as a prank from when you were a student. I didn't expect you to go so far now, directly advertising your haori on your Shinigami jacket and even leading more than two hundred people to Rukongai."

"Those who know you'll think you went to spread propaganda, while those who don't will think you're preparing to rebel and overthrow the Seireitei!"

"Why don't you just attack the First Division and kill me to become the Captain-Commander!"

Completely overwhelmed by the imposing aura, Ru Yueming dared not utter a sound.

Only now did he realize that while a healthy Ukitake might be strong, an enraged Yamamoto was clearly invincible in the current version.

For some reason, after being reprimanded, Yamamoto's anger did not subside; instead, it intensified, and he seemed to be on fire.

No, I have to find a reason to beat this kid up!

Having made up his mind, Yamamoto narrowed his eyes and tried hard to recall the mistakes that Akira had made during this period.

Never mind, I never would have guessed.

After racking his brains without success, Yamamoto decided to try a different approach:

"Today, I will explain the concept of Yuanliu to you again during your cultivation study. Only by fully grasping its key points can you become a true master who controls himself."

Ru Yueming tilted her head, wondering what had gotten into the old man.

He tried it last time, and this stuff is like a powerful sleeping pill to him; he'd probably fall asleep in less than three minutes...

and many more!

Ruyueming suddenly widened her eyes, realizing what Yamamoto was about to do.

bad!

This old man wants to beat someone up!

By the time he realized what was happening, Yamamoto had already explained what protection meant.

My eyelids instinctively started to droop, constantly and violently colliding, and my head, which was originally held high, began to sway precariously under the hypnotic voice.

"You scoundrel! It's one thing to be audacious, but to dare to so blatantly disregard the principles of Yuanliu!"

"Today I will teach you properly what it means to protect!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yamamoto took off his haori, and with his calloused hands, he grabbed the person by the neck and dragged him directly to the dojo.

Soon, the two figures, one old and one young, were locked in battle.

Unlike before, Yamamoto was noticeably less restrained this time. His fingers were clenched tightly, and his sonic booms were like thunder. A heavy spiritual pressure poured down, as if the sky were collapsing and the earth was sinking, making it suffocating.

A hint of shock flashed in Ru Yueming's eyes. Before he could say anything, he was punched into the ground, leaving only his head sticking out.

What followed was a brutal one-sided beating; the disparity in strength was so great that even resistance was difficult.

Only then did Ruyue Ming realize how far he was from being a true expert, and the slight pride that had been rising within him was instantly extinguished in the brutal beating.

Outside the dojo, Chojiro Sasakibara looked at the building, which had been blasted open again, and sighed and shook his head.

Since Akira joined Genryu and became Yamamoto's disciple, the monthly maintenance costs of the First Division have been increasing. If this continues, they may end up in a deficit.

We have to think of a way...