Bleach: The Self-Disciplined Captain of Seireitei

A slightly hoarse voice began to chant the ghost spell:

"Tumble down to the ground, shatter the blockade..."

A strong white light burst out from the team emblem, and all of it poured into the huge portal in front.

In an instant.

The white stripes seemed to come alive, twisting wildly on it until they completely disappeared.

As the stripes disappeared, the sealed door also made a dull sound of opening.

The gears creaked and twisted, pulling the door open to both sides.

What comes into view is an endless staircase leading downwards, like an abyss.

The design of the prison is much more rigorous than that of a maggot's nest.

after all.

Those imprisoned here are criminals who have truly violated the rules of Seireitei.

Sufeng did not hesitate, stepped straight onto the stairs and walked towards the depths of the underground.

Deep inside the prison.

It looked like a standard prison, with an endless corridor leading to the depths of darkness, and cages made of special materials on both sides.

Among them were many criminals who were dishevelled and in a miserable state.

But more of them were the soldiers from the 11th Division who had been detained not long ago.

as well as.

The third seat is the role of Madarame.

This guy has woken up and is sitting alone in the cell, stroking his chin with his right hand and occasionally brushing his shiny head with his left hand.

He looked suspicious of life.

Even after several days of thinking, Madarame Ikkaku still couldn't understand where he lost at that time.

In terms of momentum, he, having won hundreds of battles, can be called an unparalleled god of war.

In terms of spiritual pressure, he thought that the two were almost the same.

In terms of instant movement, both parties always maintain a synchronized posture.

Could it be, in terms of fighting skills?

Madarame frowned, shook his head subconsciously, and said to himself: "How is this possible, my fighting skills are recognized by the captain!"

"So, where did we lose?"

At this moment, a calm and gentle voice came from outside the cage:

"Mindset, skills and..."

"Unconditional trust in a beast like Kenpachi Zaraki."

boom!

Madarame Ikkaku suddenly jumped up from the ground, holding the cage bars tightly with both hands. Veins bulged on the back of his hands and his expression became more ferocious.

"You are not allowed to speak rudely to the captain!"

As a fan who was defeated by Kenpachi Zaraki and chose to follow him all his life, Madarame still respects this captain very much in his heart.

"He calls himself a beast, so don't act like that."

Su Feng said indifferently, "If you completely rely on instinct and your own special fighting skills, if you are not a beast, then could you be a real god of death?"

"and……"

"Under the leadership of Kenpachi Zaraki, the 11th Division has become more courageous and has achieved outstanding results."

"But as the third seat, have you counted the number of casualties in the 11th Division in recent years?"

There were faint beads of sweat on the corner of Madarame's forehead.

Like Sufeng before him, he basically does not manage the squad affairs, and usually leaves them to his good friend Ayase Gawa Yumichika to handle and resolve.

"Compared to when Gosuke and the previous generation Kenpachi were captains, the number of casualties has more than tripled."

"If it weren't for the joining of those maniacs from Rukongai, the 11th Division would have become the smallest division among the Gotei 13."

"Of course, Gui Yancheng is undoubtedly an idiot."

When talking about the history of the 11th Division, Sufeng talked as if he was one of them.

"Triple casualties..."

Cold sweat trickled down his boiled egg-like head, and one corner of his eye looked a little more nervous.

He attaches great importance to friendship and cares about every team member equally.

This number undoubtedly hurt his heart.

"But..." Madaramu raised his head and looked directly at Sufeng unwillingly, "As the th Division fighting on the front line, casualties are inevitable."

"Captain Zaraki is always on the front line in every battle."

Hearing this, Su Feng nodded and said seriously: "So, did you pay attention to what I just said?"

"Zaraki is a beast himself. Don't look at this guy with the eyes of a normal person."

"His fighting style is not suitable for anyone other than him."

"You were deliberately imitating Kenpachi Zaraki, and that was the main reason why you lost the battle."

Cold sweat soaked a corner of Madarame's Death Trousers. His eyes were wide open, filled with bloodshot, and his mind kept flashing back to the battles of the past years.

Just as Sufeng said, ever since he was defeated by Kenpachi Zaraki in Rukongai, he has been deliberately trying to imitate his fighting style.

The already crazy fighting posture has turned into a madman, trying his best to defeat the enemy.

After every battle, there will be scars all over.

Seeing this, Su Feng shook his head, and there was a hint of pity in his eyes as he looked at Madarame:

"If we could win the battle relying solely on instinct..."

"Wouldn't the countless schools of the Soul Society become a huge joke?"

Chapter 13 Instinct and Reason, Threat from Wild Beasts

What is the difference between a king and a mount?

Is it instinct?

Sufeng holds a completely different view on this.

True.

Fighting non-stop, pursuing power, crushing the enemy without mercy, cutting into pieces... this is the absolute desire for battle.

Peeling off one's own skin, cutting off one's own flesh, breaking bones to the depths of the nerves, engraved in the primitive class, a thorough and incomparable killing reaction.

This is what is called instinct.

But this only exists in very few special cases.

Whether it is Kenpachi Zaraki or the future hybrid, the existence of both of them is unique.

If someone really imitates them, they will end up like Madarame Ikkaku, losing what belongs to them.

Rationality is the only way to control yourself.

Sufeng's gaze and words made Madarame, who was in prison, fall into deep self-doubt.

a long time.

He raised his shiny head, stared at Sufeng, and asked word by word:

"The purpose of your doing this..."

"What exactly is it!"

The sound was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against gravel.

These words undoubtedly brought a great shock to Madarame.

"I just want to break down your psychological defenses."

Su Feng was very calm, "If I don't do this, it will take some effort to make a lunatic like you confess."

Before this, he had already received a report from Rukawa Fuji.

This guy Madarame Ikkaku doesn't think that his previous actions violated the laws of Soul Society.

Refuse to admit guilt.

"This guy..."

Madarame clenched his teeth, making a crunching sound, and his expression became ferocious again.

"Don't expect me to plead guilty in this way!"

Sufeng didn't say anything, just looked at the other person with a calm gaze.

Under this gaze, Madarame Ikkaku felt as if he had no secrets at all, and his psychological defenses became increasingly broken until it completely collapsed.

"Where's the file?"

Although he still looked ferocious, he no longer had the aura he had before.

have to say.

The previous words are still of great use.

The Shinigami soldiers in the prison handed over the files recording Madarame's crimes in due course.

immediately.

He wrote his name crookedly in a rather awkward posture.

A corner of Madarame.

"Well, it's ugly."

Sufeng commented, "Before you start training, you should go to Captain Aizen to practice calligraphy."

One of the horns in the spotted eye was baring its teeth, veins bulging on its forehead, and its ferocity was self-evident.

Sufeng signaled the jailer Death to put away the files.

This thing is of no use to his self-discipline task.

Sufeng only wanted to make a good start with this and announce the arrival of the era of innocence to the many sinners in Soul Society.

That's it.

…………

at the same time.

Inside the 11th Squadron's barracks, the largest training room.

Dozens of Death Soldier soldiers gathered here, and the depressing atmosphere was completely different from the past.

The faces of those tough and brutal soldiers were filled with sorrow, as if they had been severely beaten.

In the center of these people, a figure who was out of place with the 11th Division was sitting cross-legged on the wooden floor.

She had short dark purple hair, a unique feather ornament on her right eye, and smooth skin on her delicate face with a faint luster that could not be concealed.

If you ignore its gender, it might attract countless men to stop and look.

The fifth seat of the th team, one of the few friends in the corner of Madarame.

Ayase Gawa Yumichika.

At the same time, he is also the most rational person in the current 11th Division, provided that you do not touch his taboos.

At this time, he was also frowning tightly, staring at the few people in front of him.

The overwhelming momentum almost made them breathless.