Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

Gin Ichimaru said solemnly, turning to look at the goalkeeper:

"When Lord Shingetsu comes out, tell him that the Shinigami Academy has been attacked by rebels and the Second Division has dispatched reinforcements."

"I'll lead the team there first and wait for him there."

Chapter 73 Becoming Stronger

"Alright, we've had enough fun."

Aozaki Mayuki casually glanced at the dungeon hall, now a ruin, and pulled out a rare, well-preserved pill from her clothes.

He licked his lips, tilted his head back, put the pill in his mouth, grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and crunched it down.

"Everyone... thank you for fighting me so bravely and risking your lives. I'm very happy with this battle!"

"Looking forward to seeing you all again, and hoping you will be even stronger next time."

Aozaki Mayuki placed one foot on a boulder and took a while to catch her breath before her spiritual energy was fully replenished.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, stared at the prisoners lying haphazardly on the ground in front of him, and turned to walk towards the gate.

Leaving the dungeon, Aozaki Mayuki turned to look at the Grim Reaper guarding it.

"Go and turn on the video bug in the dungeon."

"Yes."

A figure of death looked at him with adoration, nodded, and ran toward the monitoring room.

"Lord Aozaki."

Another grim reaper suddenly stepped forward and respectfully called out.

"What is it?" Aozaki Mayuki frowned, puzzled.

"Captain and Ninth Seat Ichimaru just came by. They said the Shinigami Academy was attacked and the Central 46 has ordered reinforcements."

"I see."

Aozaki Mayuki stroked her chin, understanding the situation, and nodded.

Leaving the maggot's nest, Aozaki Mayuki, along with two team members, headed towards the Shinigami Academy.

He opened the door and walked out with an air of ease, as if he were going on a picnic with his classmates.

The moment the door closed, Seireitei fell into a deathly silence.

Aozaki Mayuki walked for a long time, and her pace gradually slowed down.

He frowned as he looked at the two patrolling Grim Reapers carrying lanterns not far away.

The Seireitei at night was no stranger to Mayuki; he needed the darkness to conceal his sins in many of the things he wanted to do.

Perhaps it was his common sense from his past life that was causing him to feel that it was safer to do bad things at night.

This may sound like self-deception, but this illogical belief did indeed bring him a greater sense of security in the pitch-black night.

But... tonight felt a little strange to him.

"What are these guys doing standing there? Are they slacking off?" Aozaki Mayuki said casually, but his muscles were already tense, ready for battle at any moment.

He could still distinguish between patrolling Grim Reapers and guard Grim Reapers.

He also knew the difference between the living and the dead very well.

The air was eerily still.

The two people in the distance were standing there, but they didn't seem to be alive at all.

What seemed like a joke made the two covert mobile team members hiding in the shadows realize something.

They stopped moving, held their breath, and carefully observed their surroundings from the rooftop.

After a while, feeling the gentle breeze on her body, Aozaki Mayuki finally found the familiar feeling.

Nighttime is indeed a good time to do bad things.

He glanced at the sky obscured by dark clouds and slowly placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

…………

"Is that a patrolling Grim Reaper?!"

"Damn it! Who is it that dares to commit such atrocities within the Seireitei!"

"Their bodies have not yet transformed into spiritual particles, so the perpetrator must still be nearby!"

As they shouted, several night watchmen carrying lanterns ran toward the trail of blood.

However, just as they turned a corner, several dark figures suddenly descended from the sky.

They wore black masks and night clothes that blended into the darkness, exuding an aura of mystery.

The cold glint flashed and disappeared in an instant.

*Pfft! Pfft!*

With the sound of blood splattering, the night-watching grim reapers screamed and fell to the ground.

Similar scenes are playing out all over the Sixth District, blurring the lines between life and death.

In front of the Sixth Division's barracks, a Night Watcher stared wide-eyed in terror at the blade gleaming coldly in mid-air.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The newcomer was wrapped in bandages, raising his Zanpakuto high, its blade flashing fiercely.

Sizzle!!

As the blade flashed, the black-clad man in mid-air went limp, and blood spurted out.

The attacker, who was lying on the ground and still panting, was immediately subdued by Death behind him.

He turned his head and asked gently, "Are you alright?"

"You are... Lieutenant Kuchiki!?" The Grim Reaper snapped out of his daze and nodded repeatedly in surprise, "Yes...yes, I'm alright! Thank you so much, Lieutenant Kuchiki!"

Kuchiki Soshun nodded.

At that moment, a Grim Reaper approached Kuchiki Sōjun and whispered in his ear:

"Vice Captain, please come and take a look."

Kuchiki Sojun asked in confusion, "What happened, Ginjiro, the Third Seat?"

“The attacker committed suicide; he had hidden poison in his mouth beforehand,” Ginjiro replied. “By the time we realized it, the poison had already taken effect, and he struggled for a moment before dying completely.”

Kuchiki Sojun listened to Ginjiro's report with some surprise, then his eyes flickered and his expression gradually became strange.

He had already sensed something was wrong.

Having fought against the rebels for many years, he knew perfectly well that there were no assassination squads among them.

Like the Grim Reapers of the Gotei 13, the rebels were keen on fighting with swords.

This peculiar method of killing, which was quite unusual even within the Gotei 13, made him think of two types of people.

One type is the covert operation known for its assassinations.

Another type was the assassins kept by nobles.

As a model of nobility, the Kuchiki family would naturally not keep assassins.

Because of their good family traditions, every family member is strict with themselves, advocates fair combat, disdains sneak attacks, and will not rely on unreliable force.

They have more faith in their own strength than in the force of others.

However, as a nobleman, Kuchiki Sojun knew that many nobles kept assassins.

Some nobles viewed assassins as an important source of military support, while also having them do shady things.

The way these invaders fought made him suspect that nobles might be involved in this rebel attack.

Kuchiki Sojun and Ginjiro couldn't help but exchange a glance, a bad feeling creeping into their hearts.

The scene of being severely injured in the last attack is still vivid in my mind, and my wounds have not fully healed.

If it weren't for Aozaki Mayuki and Shihouin Yoruichi, Kuchiki Sojun would have died during that suppression operation and wouldn't have survived until now.

"Have similar situations occurred in other areas?" Kuchiki Aojun asked, frowning.

Ginjiro shook his head. "I don't know. I haven't received any news from other districts."

Kuchiki Sojun slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his brain quickly starting to work.

“If the other districts have not been invaded, then the ‘rebels’ target this time may not be the Shinigami Academy.”

"They went to great lengths to draw the attention of the Gotei 13 to the Shinigami Academy, but their real target is likely in the Sixth Division!"

Ginjiro asked in confusion:

"But the Sixth Division is the area where the Second Division and the Sixth Division are stationed. The Second Division has already headed to the Shinigami Academy."

"Could it be that those traitors are targeting you again? If they send out captain-level Grim Reapers again, we'll be in trouble. Let's go find the captain right away."

Chapter 74 Encounter with a Captain-Level Death God

Aozaki Mayuki looked at the two Night Patrol Reapers in the distance and drew the Banshou Senra from his waist.

He had just taken a step forward when the two Grim Reapers suddenly made a move.

A tearing sound came from the body of the Night Watcher.

Like a zombie in a horror movie, it twists its joints in an extremely bizarre posture and then raises the shallow weapon in its hand.

The "zombie" slowly raised its head, paused for a moment, and then ran towards Aozaki Mayuki.

Their grotesque appearance, with blood flowing from all seven orifices, revealed the identities of the deceased.

"What the hell is this thing?!"

The two covert fighters hiding in the shadows were stunned, feeling a chill run down their spines.

A chill ran straight to the top of my head, and cold sweat instantly soaked my clothes.