Bleach: The Self-Disciplined Captain of Seireitei

"Why are the new chief ghost Taoist priest and deputy ghost Taoist priest so incompetent?"

The research and development of Ligui Dao is still just a small problem.

Not long ago, new information came from the Tsunayashiro family that the rebels who had been silent for many years were active again in Soul Society and launched sudden attacks on nobles and civilians.

Several lower nobles suffered heavy casualties, and a large number of civilians died in the attack.

The Sixth Division has officially intervened in this incident, but because Baymax's mind is entirely on Feizhen, the investigation progress has been stuck at a critical point.

Staring at the pile of secret order files on the table, Sufeng sighed.

If you want to realize the lofty ideal of slacking off, you can only say that you have a long way to go.

At this moment, a figure carrying a pot of freshly brewed Yuyi tea sneaked into the captain's room.

Under the latest model of fine silk pajamas from Noble Street, her proud figure is extremely sexy. Even when she is just walking lightly, you can still clearly see the exaggerated trembling.

Sufeng stared at Matsumoto Rangiku, who was reeking of alcohol, with a suspicious look on his face, not understanding why this guy appeared at this point.

If he remembered correctly, in the afternoon, Matsumoto Rangiku took Ise Nanao, who had finished her paperwork, out shopping.

At this point, the two of them should be sleeping together in some entangled position.

"Hey, Captain..." Matsumoto Rangiku's pretty face flushed, "I saw that the light in your room was still on, so I made a pot of Yuyi tea for you."

She poured the tea skillfully and pushed the cup in front of Sufeng.

Without any suspicion, Sufeng was thirsty, so he picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp. However, the moment he took a sip, his expression changed slightly.

"You drugged me again?!"

"Wrong, this time it's Moe Spring Wine!"

Matsumoto Rangiku raised the corners of her mouth high, looking like a villain who had succeeded.

Sufeng put down his teacup and stared calmly at the performance of the guy in front of him, treating it as just a late-night entertainment.

For a Shinigami with spiritual pressure like him, alcoholic beverages with special effects would have no effect at all.

but……

Matsumoto Rangiku took a deep breath, moved closer to Sufeng, closed her eyes slightly, mustered up her courage, and gave him a kiss with trembling eyelashes.

When their lips touched, a familiar breath came and swept through her body in an instant, making her legs and waist a little sore and weak. Most of her strength was gone, and she couldn't even stand up straight.

When love is deep, there is a lingering aftertaste.

Su Feng had no intention of refusing this, so he immediately put down the work in his hands, put his arm around the hot, slender waist, and hugged her tightly, almost pulling her into his arms.

Since Matsumoto Rangiku has already taken such initiative, it would be somewhat unreasonable for him to refuse.

Sufeng immediately picked him up by the waist and walked straight into the bedroom.

This night is worth a thousand gold...

I just found out that the picture is gone, it's cracked...

PS: The achievement has been achieved, I beg for a reward next month, thank you very much

Chapter 202: The Demon Cat Casts a Net and the Fish Takes the Hook

Because it was a rest day, the two of them stayed in the room almost the entire day.

Matsumoto Rangiku had planned this in advance and got Ise Nanao drunk in advance, so that when Sufeng found her, she was still sleeping soundly.

The room was filled with the smell of alcohol, and he was talking incoherently.

Judging from the situation, it will probably take another three to five days for him to fully wake up.

For Sufeng, this day of rest is definitely the most memorable day.

But when the working day came again, he was shocked to find that both Matsumoto Rangiku and Ise Nanao were deliberately avoiding each other.

He had no idea what happened in this.

Right now, I don’t have the time to think about these details anymore.

Because there are more important things waiting for him to deal with.

On training ground No. 13.

Abarai Renji stared at the metal-like body in the distance, and a trace of despair appeared in his eyes.

Can this thing really be called the god of death?

Next to him, the white-haired kid Hitsugaya Toshiro was lying on the ground like a salted fish that had lost hope. He was so ungraceful that his eyes rolled back that he was only one punch away from getting hit by Yamada Hanatarō.

"Let's get here first today."

Yamada Hanatarō flexed his arms, making crisp popping sounds, "It's time for you to go back to the Spiritual Arts Academy for class."

Renji and Hitsugaya Toshiro felt as if they had been pardoned, and they instantly woke up, as if a nearly dried salted fish had received a rain of blessing from heaven.

At that moment, Su Feng appeared in the training ground, picking up one in each hand: "Studying is like sailing against the current, if you don't move forward, you will fall behind."

"I will teach you today's kendo lesson."

In terms of teaching students, Sufeng had accumulated considerable experience from Ise Nanao.

Although the learning methods of Ghost Way and Kendo are different, it should not be difficult if you can apply what you have learned to other similar situations.

Sufeng is very confident about this.

Renji and Toushirou looked at each other and both breathed a sigh of relief.

Anything is fine, as long as you stop fighting this monster.

In just two short days, Yamada Hanatarō left an indelible psychological shadow in their hearts.

I can only say that Yamada Hanatarō’s character transformation was a little too successful.

…………

Shinō Spiritual Academy, Kendo Dojo.

Under the gazes of countless people, Sufeng tapped his palms with a bamboo sword and officially began his first special class.

A brief explanation of the basics of Kendo, followed by practical exercises.

It was not until this moment that Sufeng understood the reluctance in Yamada Hanatarō's eyes before he left in the morning.

Bullying is addictive.

For people like Kenpachi Zaraki and Unohana Retsu who love fighting, fighting against the strong is what they pursue.

But Sufeng is different. He is an ordinary person with a normal personality.

Appropriate abuse of vegetables is beneficial to their physical and mental health.

Compared to those hideous Hollows in Hueco Mundo, these young boys and girls are really too gentle and cute.

The feeling of hitting is also surprisingly good.

After the class, no one was left standing intact.

Not only Feizhen, but also Rukia was beaten up by Sufeng with a bamboo sword.

In his words, if there is no woman in your heart, you will be as powerful as a god when you draw your sword.

Of course, the most unbearable among them is Renji Abarai.

After all, not everyone is as foolish as him, who has no idea how to retreat when faced with difficulties and judge the situation.

However, this group of talented students in Class 1 not only did not have any resentment towards Sufeng, but instead looked very grateful.

Everyone felt extremely honored that the captain could take out his free time to coach them in kendo.

What Sufeng had done before was a typical example of good intentions.

At the end of the class, almost all the students felt that they had benefited a lot and made great progress in kendo.

Everyone watched Sufeng leave with complicated looks.

I was looking forward to the start of the next special class, but I felt a dull pain all over my body and instinctively rejected it.

Maybe this is what pain and happiness mean?

…………

three days later.

The present Karakura Town.

The simple and elegant gate slowly opened on the street, and with the outflow of white light, two white figures slowly walked out of it.

Byakuya Kuchiki had a sullen face, as if everyone owed him hundreds of millions.

It’s not that I’m angry at other people, but I’m dissatisfied with myself for breaking the rules again.

Ever since he became the head of the Kuchiki family, he has become the person he hates the most.

He claimed to be a defender of rules, but he repeatedly trampled on them. The strong contrast made his mind dazed.

Am I really still the same person I once was?

However, this thought only lasted for a few seconds. Compared to protecting the so-called rules, Kuchiki Byakuya believed that the people in front of him were more important.

"So, will that demon cat really appear?" Kuchiki Byakuya asked seriously.

Su Feng pressed his palm, signaling him not to worry: "Of course there is no problem. As long as my spiritual pressure is released, Shifengyuan Yoruichi will appear in our sight within three minutes."

As he spoke, his spiritual pressure spread out slightly, and carried along by the light wind to the streets and alleys of Karakura Town, and even to every corner.

At the same time, in an abandoned warehouse on the western outskirts of Karakura Town.

Ten people sat in a circle, discussing future plans.

Just recently, the soul state of the masked army was completely stabilized, and they initially mastered the power of virtualization.

And now, facing the crisis and hatred hidden in Soul Society, they have to adjust their mindset once again and prepare plans to be fully prepared.

Everyone present knew that until the truth was revealed, neither Aizen's side nor the Soul Society's side would accept them.

As a god of death who possesses the power of a hollow, he is like an alien in this world and has no place to stay.

They can only hide in the dark and lick their wounds like rats in a ditch.

However, just as the discussion became more heated, Yoruichi Shihouin in the crowd suddenly raised her head, her small nose twitching slightly, like a cat smelling fish.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and a ferocious smile appeared on her delicate face: "That restless guy has appeared in the world again."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately used instant movement and disappeared on the spot.

For a moment, everyone looked at each other.

"Miss Yoruichi, is she still tangling with that guy from Tsunayashiro's family?"

The young man with a yellow bob haircut sighed and asked helplessly:

"If I remember correctly, that guy should be considered Quanxi's successor, right?"

The leader of the masked army, former captain of the 5th division, Mako Hirako.

Urahara Kisuke nodded, spread his hands, and shrugged, "Ever since the defeat in the second confrontation, Miss Yoruichi has been eyeing the new head of the Tsunayashiro family."

"The two sides have fought many times, and each has won and lost."

"But from Miss Yoruichi's description, it is not difficult to judge that the god of death named Tsunayashiro Sufu is far from showing his true strength."

"As for his stance, I guess it's similar to Captain Kyoraku and the others."

Hearing this, Hirako Mako sighed once more: "A poor man who was deceived by Aizen?"

"Even the five nobles who are so high and mighty cannot escape the fate of being played with."

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of everyone present changed to some extent.

They still have fresh memories of the tragedy that happened decades ago.

As a victim who luckily survived, these decades felt like walking on the edge of a knife, and I was in constant agony.

If you are not careful, you may be swallowed by the emptiness in your heart.

The taut string has never been let go from beginning to end.

"That being said, I always feel that Tsunayashiro Sufu is not as simple as he seems."