In Soul Society, love and bond begin

"It's a shame... the result wasn't better."

"The 'Tribal Union' established by those bastards only lasted a couple of thousand years before, due to the same inaction, it degenerated to an almost incomprehensible level and was easily overthrown by the remaining remnants of the nobility."

"After that, there were frequent wars and fights."

"It took a long time for the world to stabilize again after that—and then, accidentally, it went back to the way it was."

When Yamamoto heard this, he was completely stunned and so surprised that he couldn't even speak.

These are all,

Something that has already happened?!

Has there ever been anyone who killed more thoroughly than him...?

But everything returned to its original state.

if it is like this...

So, what should he do?

Chapter 4: What a murder gang should do (k)

The inner palace of King Ling.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni and Hyoshubu Ichibei sat opposite each other, and the entire empty hall fell into a dead silence where one could hear a pin drop.

Yamamoto frowned tightly, facing an extremely difficult decision.

The big monk just watched quietly.

"wrong!"

"this is not right."

I don’t know how much time passed.

Yamamoto thought about it, finally let out a long breath, and rejected it in a stern tone.

He raised his head calmly and looked directly at Hyojubu. "Even if there have been resistances like ours, or even more intense ones, in the long history of Soul Society... what does that prove?"

"Because someone else has done this and failed, does that mean we, the descendants, shouldn't do it?"

"What's the point of this?"

"Since they have failed, let me use their corpses and experience to create a better Soul Society."

"If I fail by waiting..."

"Then, our corpses will surely become the path forward for future generations."

"As long as the nobility exists, rebellion will never stop."

Yamamoto's voice was flat and straightforward, without any ups and downs.

But in his eyes, he could clearly see the countless people and things he had experienced, seen, and felt over the past thousands of years.

Just as he said himself.

He was just an ordinary dead person, not a noble born in Soul Society.

In this long life of thousands of years,

He had once been a hungry wandering soul, and had also worked as a laborer for a merchant in Runlin'an.

He had felt the power of his Zanpakutō for the first time, and he had also experienced the arrogance of his youth.

He had failed before, whether it was against the powerful Shinigami of Seireitei or the Jijijiba who invaded Soul Society.

His life has been full of ups and downs, and for thousands of years he has been deeply aware of the confinement, isolation and other negative effects of the aristocracy on the world.

until now.

It was not until the day when he was called the strongest god of death in Soul Society in a thousand years that Yamamoto finally grasped the sword and slashed at the souls entrenched at the top of this world.

In fact, it has been a full thousand years since the goal was set and the Yuanzi School was opened.

No one knew the inner struggle and hesitation he felt after realizing how powerful the five nobles were.

No one had ever understood the intense uneasiness he felt deep in his heart when he heard that there were even more powerful beings above the sky.

Yamamoto Shigekuni.

In addition to the titles of the founder of the Genryu, the strongest person in Soul Society, the holder of the oldest and strongest heat-type Zanpakuto, etc.

He was just an old man who liked to drink tea and take care of his beard when he had nothing to do. Occasionally, he would deliberately leave it alone for a few hundred years to see how long his beard would grow.

He's not that special.

but...

As the 'strongest Shinigami' born among the Ryukon of this era, he is held to the same expectations as 'what only Yamamoto Shigekuni could accomplish'.

This is the era nowadays,

Something only he can do!

At the same time, it is something that only the current Yamamoto Shigekuni can do!

Time flies so fast.

Yamamoto knew that he had reached the limit of death.

He was also very clear that even after another thousand years, he would probably not make any progress, and he might even become gray-haired, or his hair and beard might fall out.

At the same time, physical strength will inevitably decline to the point of near weakness, just like the old age that all death gods will experience.

Just as he once said to Fujimiya Makoto.

There's no time left.

When that time comes, will I really be able to shoulder the responsibilities of this era?

Can he be a coward?

Can he dodge responsibility?

Can he deceive himself?

Can he take shelter behind others like everyone else?

Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni had asked himself this question countless times.

Until finally, he stood up calmly.

Hyoshubu Ichibei continued to sit quietly.

Looking at Yamamoto's determined eyes, the monk asked as calmly as before:

"Does it have to be this way?"

"Even in the millions of years of Soul Society history, there are only a few strong people like you."

"If you want, I can make you one of the highest-ranking nobles in the name of the Soul King Palace."

"Your family, your descendants, your comrades, and all your legacy will be woven into a behemoth entrenched in the center of Soul Society, passed down for thousands, even tens of thousands of years."

"All this requires is your promise."

Hyoshubu Ichibei looked him in the eyes.

Yuan Liusai sneered and slowly drew the sword from his waist.

"I don't want to be a hawk or a dog, I only want perfection."

The Chief of the Army raised his voice slightly and questioned loudly, "Even if you stubbornly kill countless nobles, it will cause violent turmoil in the Three Realms, resulting in even greater death and shock..."

"It's useless to talk!"

Yamamoto decisively interrupted him, turned around, and walked slowly towards the direction of the inner and outer parts of the palace.

"Your will and mine are incompatible."

"Then, the only thing left is to speak with swords."

"Defeat me."

"Everything the strong say... is true."

Even though that's what I said.

However, after experiencing the strength of Hyoshubu Ichibei before, Yamamoto Genryusai's eyes were already filled with determination and death.

"Then you should have said it earlier!"

The big monk clapped his hands and stood up from the ground: "If I win, your life will belong to me!"

"Also... remember to accept defeat!"

Hearing this, Yamamoto stopped and looked back at him.

The bald middle-aged man with an ugly topknot, with eyes as sharp as an eagle, replied calmly:

"My name is,"

"——Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni."

"You better remember this, baldy."

......

During that battle, in the huge space unique to the Spirit King Palace, flames filled the sky and the red glow scorched the sun.

The extremely high temperature engulfed the entire palace block and the two palaces, burning the high-density spirit particles in the entire independent space so that they boiled and rolled like sea water.

The unlucky Wang Yue from Ermeiwu had no place to eat for three days because his palace was destroyed.

......

At the same time, in Soul Society.

The sound of fine footsteps came from outside the door. Three or five Elementary Shinigami formed a team each, searching and hunting down various nobles in Soul Society. However, one could also vaguely see many nobles forming sporadic teams, launching a counterattack in the streets and alleys in the most primitive way.

Occasionally, lights of ghost arts and mystic arts can be seen blooming from various blocks, obviously higher-level death gods have joined the battlefield.

However, the Yuanliu Death God, which should have had an advantage in high-end combat power, lacked many new forces for some reason.

In a few scattered battlefields, they were defeated step by step.

obviously.

The number of Yuanliu Death Gods who went to hunt down the nobles was greatly reduced.

As for these missing Elemental Shinigami, they were all gathered in the underground conference hall located in the center of the entire Soul Society.

The wall that was missing most of the way had not been repaired yet. The teachers in pure white haori all stood there, listening to the injured Suzube and Fujimiya Makoto who had just arrived telling them about what had happened before.

After listening to the two of them, Yan Yuanjinle subconsciously adjusted the frame of his glasses and murmured in a low voice, seeming a little unbelievable:

"One strike..."

"Did you just beat that bastard Yuan Liusai away?"

For everyone who had just experienced the "World Destruction" battle not long ago, such words sounded like a fairy tale.

To know.

That’s Yuan Liuzhai!

Yan Yuanjinle is not the only one who thinks so.

Even the usually unreliable Saito Bakugo, after hearing the scene described by Fujimiya Makoto, could not help but frown and muttered softly:

"I know the strength of that boy from Quebu."

"If it's a Bankai, even that guy Genryūsai would probably have to work hard to take it down."

"Besides, I haven't felt Genryusai's spiritual pressure yet."

"He wasn't beaten to death, was he?"

"Look at that kid from the Tsunamiyo family. He's so strong after using just one Spirit King bone. If the Spirit King, or some Spirit Prince, or Spirit Grand Duke, came down and pierced him with eight or ten of his bones, wouldn't Genryusai be able to withstand it?"

As soon as these words came out, the eyelids of all the teachers present jumped and they felt a chill on their backs.

Although this thought vaguely crossed everyone's mind, everyone felt that "it's unlikely, right?"