Bleach: The Self-Disciplined Captain of Seireitei

"Kyoraku Shunsui, let me go!"

"Let me chop this pretty boy off, chop him off!"

The double six-rod light prison blocked Kenpachi Zaraki's limbs and torso, fixing him firmly in place.

In this case, it is impossible to break it without an explosion.

"All fighting is prohibited in Noble Street."

Kyoraku Shunsui glanced at the destroyed street and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the main building was intact, and only the road was damaged.

"Captain Zaraki, Sufeng has just taken over as captain of the 9th Division, so we should not cause him any trouble."

Kyoraku Shunsui soothed him, "Madarame Sansei is still in prison."

"If the punishment is increased, he will be sent to the Palace of Confession or the Central Underground Prison."

"When that happens, you will have to find another Shinigami to serve as the third seat of the 11th Division."

Hear the words.

Kenpachi Zaraki's ferocious expression froze, and his still struggling burly body also calmed down.

Although he likes fighting, he actually has a very simple personality.

Kenpachi Zaraki is still quite concerned about the existence of Madarame, a character who is determined to follow him until death.

If something happens to Madarame because of his reckless behavior.

Even if Kenpachi Zaraki is a big-hearted person, he will still feel bad about it.

"Tsk, I'll cut it next time..."

Zaraki Kenpachi snorted coldly, his expression was quite dissatisfied

"So, in which direction is the 9th squad's barracks located?"

"Someone seems to have given me the wrong directions..."

Realizing that he could no longer fight with Byakuya Kuchiki, Kenpachi Zaraki returned to his original intention and set his sights on Sufeng again.

He came here for only two things: the first was to fight, and the second was to save people.

Although he usually doesn't have a good face towards Madarame Ikkaku, he has undoubtedly accepted this bald guy in his heart.

"Well, Captain Sufeng had already asked me for help before coming here."

Kyoraku Shunsui spread his hands and said helplessly, "He will formally inform the 11th Division about the punishment for Madarame Sansei in the near future."

"But don't worry, Madarame Sansei hasn't committed any serious crimes, and he will be able to return to the 11th Division soon."

In order to calm the beast in front of him, Kyoraku Shunsui lied without blushing.

In his opinion, as long as the goal can be achieved.

A few lies are insignificant.

On the other hand, Kuchiki Byakuya looked at the scene in front of him with astonished eyes. In his perception, once immersed in fighting, Saraki Kenpachi would never give up his opponent easily.

But Kyoraku Shunsui calmed everything down with just a few words, even calming his will to fight.

I have to say, it's very magical.

"Tsk!" Kenpachi Zaraki snorted again, "Who would care about that kind of useless subordinate!"

Although he said so, his spiritual pressure actually subsided and returned to normal.

A typical example of saying one thing and thinking another.

Seeing this, Kyoraku Shunsui also released the restraints of the Six-Staff Light Prison, followed closely by Kuchiki Byakuya.

Countless golden spirit particles shattered into the atmosphere and merged into it like rainwater.

A battle was ended invisibly, and Noble Street was saved from destruction.

"You can't cut this, and you can't cut that."

Kenpachi Zaraki moved his neck, making a teeth-grinding crackling sound.

His eyes rolled, viciousness was evident on his face, and his courage almost solidified into substance.

"Why not go find that old man Yamamoto Genryusai!"

Kenpachi Zaraki carried his jagged Zanpakutō on his shoulders and said in dissatisfaction:

"Let's go, Yachiryu!"

A petite pink loli leaped down from a distant roof and landed accurately on the broad back.

"Ajian is very unhappy this time!"

As if Kusaka Yachiru could see through Kenpachi Zaraki's thoughts, his voice like a silver bell echoed in the street:

"Then let's go to the First Team!"

Immediately, Kenpachi Zaraki walked out of the Noble Street with a bored look on his face, completely ignoring the figures that appeared on the nearby streets one after another.

Given his personality, he would not take these so-called nobles seriously at all.

Even Byakuya Kuchiki was chopped down without mercy, not to mention some upper and lower-level nobles.

Looking at his receding figure, Kyoraku Shunsui breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone became frivolous again:

"That was a close call. If the two of you had fought a few more rounds, the fight would have affected the Kyoraku family's residence."

Kuchiki Byakuya looked back, and then a look of realization flashed in his eyes.

"Sorry, Captain Kyoraku!"

"It was my fault that I failed to stop Kenpachi Zaraki in time."

As the heir of the Kuchiki family, he was taught countless things about abiding by the rules, and he never really liked people who acted recklessly.

"Well, this kind of thing is unavoidable."

Kyoraku Shunsui waved his hand and said, "As long as we try our best to make up for our mistakes in the future, it's not too late."

Kuchiki Byakuya seemed to be lost in thought.

“If everyone tried to avoid breaking the rules, the whole world would become boring and dull.”

Kyoraku Shunsui adjusted his straw raincoat and continued without looking up, "It's like an oil painting that has lost its color, pale and empty."

"Mr. Yinling is too restrained towards you, which leads to excessiveness."

"As a person who has experienced this, I would like to advise you that there are no rules that must be followed rigidly, only souls that do not know how to adapt."

"Let's go. If I don't go to the Fourth Division, my pretty lips will turn into sausages..."

By the end of his speech, Kyoraku Shunsui's voice had become somewhat unclear.

After resolving the threat posed by Kenpachi Zaraki, he did not delay any further and immediately left the Noble Street with a flash of movement.

Kuchiki Byakuya looked at his receding back, and puzzled flashed in his eyes.

"Are you flexible before the rules?"

As a senior, Kyoraku Shunsui's many life experiences are still worth referring to, but the teachings of his grandfather Kuchiki Ginling often linger in his mind.

For a moment, Kuchiki Byakuya couldn't tell who was right and who was wrong.

…………

The ninth squad's barracks.

Captain's office.

Sufeng had no idea what was happening on Noble Street, nor did he care to care.

After completing the inauguration ceremony, he has officially become the captain of the 9th Squad.

Now facing a team that has a lot of work to do, the best way to change it is:

Hit hard!

I came back too late from overtime today, so I will only update once for now. I hope all readers will understand. It is really hard to be a social animal...

Chapter 21: Team meeting held, the unwillingness of losers

Captain Yuori was delayed for a few days due to the efficiency issues of the third generation Tsujishiro Kurooemon.

This also resulted in the captain's inauguration ceremony being held a few days later than notified.

Coupled with the mental influence of Kensei Rokuguruma on the 9th Division, there are many Shinigami soldiers who are dissatisfied with Sufeng.

after all.

It has only been three years since Sufeng joined the 9th Squad.

Compared with the fifth seat, Dongxian, it is much later at night.

Moreover, when Sufeng was the third official, he acted as if he didn't care about the world and everything had nothing to do with me.

Whether it is a clerical task or an outbound investigation.

None of them have ever participated.

Even some members of the 9th Squad had never seen Sufeng's appearance.

All they knew was that the third seat was not vacant, that was all.

Now, it was announced that the former third seat would serve as the captain of the ninth squad.

This was completely unacceptable to those members of the team who still had illusions about Rokuguruma Kensei.

So much so that when Sufeng called the team members together to hold an internal meeting, dozens of people were absent.

The courtyard of the 9th squad.

In a spacious and open space.

"Hey, so many people are absent."

Matsumoto Rangiku held the attendance sheet in her left hand and drew on it with her right hand.

"Captain, these guys don't give you any respect at all."

She smiled cunningly, like a fox who had successfully stolen something.

In Matsumoto Rangiku's impression, Sufeng rarely suffered any setbacks, whether in the Tsunayashiro family or in the Spiritual Arts Institute.

It's so hard to see such a scene, so I'm naturally very happy.

The only pity is that I was not able to bring the lepton camera developed by the Technology Development Bureau.

What happened next is of great collection value.

"Missing the old relationship with the former captain?"

Su Feng said without disguising, "Is it because of your own prestige, or because you don't know me well enough?"

"Or is it that there are reasons from all aspects."

He knew exactly where the problem was and how to solve it.

Now it all depends on whether the fifth seat of Dongxian, who has just been discharged from the hospital, is willing to cooperate with him.

"You don't seem panicked at all."

Matsumoto Rangiku was a little discouraged. "If we can't convince the people, it will be difficult to carry out the work of the squad."

"At the monthly captain's meeting, if you cannot guarantee the efficiency of the mission, your salary will be deducted..."

As she was talking, a look of realization suddenly appeared on her face. She slapped the attendance sheet and said in annoyance:

"Damn it, I almost forgot that you, a rich man like you, don't care about this salary at all."

"The daily expenses of the Tsunayashiro family alone easily exceed the captain's salary..."

Su Feng nodded and said calmly: "The salary is just a small issue, but you guessed my idea wrongly."

"It's actually very easy to convince others in a squad."

He kept the question in suspense and didn't continue.

Looking at his deliberately mysterious expression, Matsumoto Rangiku couldn't help feeling a little angry, with her cheeks slightly bulging like a goldfish.