Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

It wasn't unfamiliar; I've never forgotten the spiritual pressure since that day.

Like a wild and violent beast.

It is the spiritual pressure of a monster.

"Who goes there!?"

"Stop right there! Don't go any further!"

"Are you from District 79?"

"You're not our target! If you don't want to die, get back to District 79!!"

Accompanied by shouts, several members of the Eleventh Division drew their swords and blocked the way.

Their eyes were sharp, fixed intently on what lay ahead.

In their line of sight, a tall, thin man was walking towards them step by step.

The man had messy long hair and a hideous scar on his left cheek, making him look extremely fierce.

He held a long knife in his hand, with a three-dimensional polygonal guard, a slightly uneven blade, and a handle wrapped with white cloth strips.

Even the slowest person could tell that the sword was the Zanpakuto used by the Shinigami (Death God).

However, the Seireitei has never officially issued a Zanpakuto to the Rukongai.

Therefore, this man may have once killed a Shinigami and obtained the Shinigami's Zanpakuto!

But what's surprising is that...

This man, who looked like he had killed countless people, had a little pink-haired girl perched on his shoulder.

The girl seemed completely unafraid of the swords and knives around her, and even clapped her hands with a smile.

It's as if they treat the impending bloody battle as an entertaining game.

Two young men followed closely behind the long-haired man.

One of the young men had a round head, just like a marble.

He wore bright red eyeshadow around his eyes, and his narrow eyes gleamed with an untamed light.

The other one had medium-length hair and wore a flashy yukata that was predominantly purple with red and green floral patterns.

They all looked at the Grim Reapers blocking their path, and the bald man raised an eyebrow:

"Hmm...it seems those disheveled guys weren't lying; death has indeed come."

"We have come by order of the Seireitei to punish the sinners of the Kuraki Ward. All bystanders, please leave immediately, and we will spare your lives!"

From the crowd, Izumo stepped forward, his brows furrowed, and spoke.

"what?"

The visitors seemed to think they had heard the funniest joke in the world, and they all burst into laughter.

Izumo's face turned extremely ugly.

He dislikes the indiscriminate killing of innocent people.

His well-intentioned reminder was met with ridicule, and even with his good temper, he couldn't suppress his anger.

Just as he was about to take a step forward, a hand stopped him.

"Flowing water?" Izumo turned his head in confusion.

"Be patient, the clouds will part."

The flowing water looks straight ahead.

“Take a look at the man and child at the head of the group. Do they resemble the people Lord Shingetsu described…”

Upon hearing Liushui's words, Izumo was taken aback.

"I will inform Lady Shingetsu immediately."

"Hey! I heard Captain Death is here too. Which one of you is the captain?"

The bald man, looking eccentric, raised his knife and questioned each of the Grim Reapers.

The soldiers glanced indifferently at the bald man and did not answer his question.

"That's right, you guys are so weak, you can't possibly be the captain."

The bald man shook his head, looked at Death on the other side, and asked again:

"Hey, is anyone here the team leader?"

The Grim Reaper, upon hearing this repeated, rude question, grew increasingly annoyed.

How dare a petty thug from Rukongai act so arrogantly in front of them...

Do you really think their combat squad is made of clay?

He gripped the long sword tightly with both hands, glaring angrily at the bald man:

"You bastard, what are you talking about? How dare a mere ronin provoke the captain?!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward, raised his long knife, and made a move to slash at the bald man.

But before his blade could fall, the bald youth suddenly rushed forward a few steps, then raised his knife and slashed at Death.

This strike was extremely fast; if it landed, it would likely cause considerable damage to Death.

At this critical moment, a hand suddenly appeared like lightning and accurately grabbed the bald man's face.

Then, the hand swung out forcefully.

It actually slammed the bald man hard into the ground!

The bald man felt a sharp pain, which made him let out a miserable scream.

He struggled to get up, but found that he could no longer use his body.

At that moment, a cold voice entered his ears:

"Kid, you've got some skills, but don't get too arrogant!"

The person speaking was none other than Liushui, who had just made his move.

He stared coldly at the bald man on the ground, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"We're willing to talk to you nicely, not because we're afraid of you!"

Just then, the long-haired man carrying the little girl suddenly laughed and said:

"Oh... I didn't expect you to have some skills! Well then, you can start!"

"What!?"

Before Liu Shui could even utter a word, a dilapidated longsword appeared before her.

He felt a strong aura of death rushing towards him.

Immediately afterwards, his pupils contracted sharply.

A hand suddenly reached out from the side!

He blocked the oncoming longsword with just one finger!

"It's Lord Shinzuki!"

"The captain is amazing!"

"Catching a knife barehanded is so cool! I want to learn too!!"

The team members gasped in surprise, and Liu Shui came to his senses.

Under the astonished gaze of the flowing water,

Aozaki Mayuki swiftly kicked out, striking the long-haired man hard in the stomach.

As the long-haired man flew backward...

Aozaki Mayuki's left hand swiftly reached out like a dragon, grabbing the pink-haired little girl and lifting her up in his hand.

"Master Zhenzuki!!"

Liu Shui couldn't help but show an expression of overwhelming gratitude.

Lady Shingetsu has saved herself once again!

This debt of gratitude can never be repaid in a lifetime!

Aozaki Mayuki didn't look at him.

He simply gazed at the little girl he was holding in his arms, a smile playing on his lips.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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Chapter 265 Game

"Is it him?"

Aozaki Mayuki turned to look at the person beside her and asked.

Unohana Retsu appeared silently beside him.

A chilling smile played on her lips, sending shivers down one's spine.

"I will never forget that face and the feeling of spiritual pressure."

Her tone was calm yet carried a sense of certainty.

"After several hundred years, he has indeed changed a lot, but you can still see some similarities, so it should be him without a doubt."

Aozaki Mayuki nodded.

"Then I'll go play with him."

"You need to be careful, don't be careless, that man is dangerous."

Unohana Retsu said softly, her gaze falling on the pink-haired girl.