Bleach: The Self-Disciplined Captain of Seireitei

"Is that so?" Aizen sighed, the worry between his brows almost condensed into substance, "This is indeed a sad thing."

"However, as for the traitors," Su Feng's smile remained unchanged, "I also gave them corresponding punishments."

"As the captain of the 9th squad, I will never tolerate any behavior that neglects justice..."

The two's eyes collided in the air again, without the release of spiritual pressure, and even their auras were as gentle as usual, just like a gaze between good friends.

"Let's talk next time." Aizen's expression showed worry. "I'll go visit Shiba Isshin and give him some advice."

"If we can make him change his mind, perhaps the sentence imposed on him by Chamber 46 will be mitigated."

Sufeng said calmly, "Thank you for your concern, Captain Aizen."

After nodding, the two passed each other in the corridor. After the steady footsteps, the empty and deep prison returned to deathly silence again.

In the darkness, Aizen's eyes were deep, and he whispered indistinctly:

“It’s getting more and more interesting!”

"Tsunayashiro Sufu, you are also looking forward to this feast, right?"

Thanks to the boss Derek in the forest for the reward, and thanks to all the bosses for the monthly tickets.

Sorry, I'm a bit stuck and the update is late. There will be another chapter tonight.

Chapter 259: Driving the Gears of Destiny

In this world, Karakura Town.

Urahara store.

Ichigo's eyes were closed and his brows were furrowed, as if he was experiencing a nightmare.

In the dream, an irresistible monster was trampling on him in various ways, beheading, breaking limbs, and cutting him in half, with countless tragic postures being presented in it.

His body seemed to be broken into a hundred or eighty pieces, he was covered by extreme cold, and his strength and spiritual power were flowing away madly.

Until the body was covered by warmth, the frown on his face finally relaxed.

As his eyes slowly opened, what came into Ichigo's sight was a rugged face with a mustache and reflective glasses.

"Whoaaah!"

Heart-wrenching screams echoed in the room, even more tragic than when he was seriously injured in the battle before.

"Quick response, good!"

His mustache fluttered, and a strong masculine scent came to his face.

Man on top of man, a whole body of big men.

Ichigo's expression was distorted to the extreme, with his facial features dislocated, perfectly interpreting what fear was.

"It's...too close!"

The middle-aged man turned around and shouted towards the inner room: "Manager, Mr. Ichigo is awake!"

Taking advantage of this gap, Ichigo endured the severe pain in his body and pushed away the guy who was lying on him.

"Hey, Mr. Ichigo."

In the inner room, a figure stepped forward, "You can't do this, your wounds haven't healed completely yet!"

Ichigo looked in the direction of the voice and saw a figure approaching his couch.

Under the green and white fisherman's hat is short light yellow, slightly curled hair, military green eyes are full of mockery, with a little stubble on the chin, a dark green short outer garment on the upper body, and light green clothes and pants on the lower body. The main theme is a burst of vitality and forgiving others.

"If you move again, someone might die."

Urahara Kisuke waved his flower-arranging folding fan with a playful smile on his face.

"You're... Dad's friend, Clog Hat!"

Ichigo suddenly remembered something and stood up suddenly, but because of the severe pain in his body, he staggered and fell down again.

"How is my dad?!"

Urahara Kisuke's eyes were incomprehensible, staring at the eyes of the young man in front of him, as if he wanted to see something in his eyes.

But after a brief look, all I found was anxiety and uneasiness.

"Don't worry, I won't die just yet."

Urahara Kisuke sat cross-legged opposite Ichigo and said seriously, "Because he passed the power of the god of death to your mother, which violated the laws of the Soul Society."

"The two people you fought before were the captain of the 10th Division, Hitsugaya Toushirou, and the captain of the 9th Division—"

"Tsunayashiro Sufu."

When mentioning this name, Urahara Kisuke deliberately paused. He noticed that the boy in front of him was trembling instinctively.

It was as if he had smelled the scent of his natural enemy.

"What a bad taste this is, Mr. Sufeng."

Urahara Kisuke thought to himself, and then continued, "They are under the order of the Soul Society's highest judicial body, the Mao Forty-Sixth Chamber, to take away Shiba Isshin who violated the law and accept the corresponding judgment."

Hearing this, Ichigo suddenly became nervous: "What kind of verdict is this? Will Dad be killed by the Soul Society?"

"Normally, no." Urahara Kisuke looked into Ichigo's eyes with a heavy gaze, "But there are always unexpected events."

"I dare not determine Mr. Yixin's fate."

Ichigo fell silent immediately, and the room seemed to fall into silence. However, at this moment, he suddenly remembered that there was another person. He looked up suddenly and asked quickly:

"Where's Renji? How's Renji?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the side door was kicked open, and a figure leaned against the door frame, his eyes dull and looking like a dead fish.

"Still alive..."

“I just feel like life has no meaning at all.”

A voice of despair rang out in the room. Abarai Renji was like a salted fish that had lost its dreams, without any of its former fighting spirit.

"You are..." Ichigo was surprised and confused.

"Stupid fool." Abarai Renji glanced at him, "Haven't you noticed yet?"

"Our spiritual powers have all disappeared. In other words, I am no longer a Death God, and you are no longer a Quincy..."

Ichigo looked blankly at his bandaged hands. He could no longer sense any trace of the powerful spiritual power and spiritual pressure that he once possessed.

No wonder……

My body felt weaker than ever before, as if it had been completely hollowed out.

"Lord Sufeng has severed our chains and soul sleep."

Abarai Renji murmured, "Although I survived by chance, I also lost all my strength."

"I have finally disappointed you, Lord Sufeng..."

Ichigo looked at the weird Abarai Renji and for a moment he couldn't figure out what was wrong with this guy.

Even though he had been hurt so much, he was still muttering that name, saying words like "let down" and "betrayal" that were incomprehensible.

"Mr. Geta Hat, do you have any way to get me and Renji back together?"

Ichigo didn't have much hope at first, so he just asked tentatively.

However, Urahara Kisuke's answer made him overjoyed.

"there is!"

As soon as he finished speaking, even Renci who was standing next to him suddenly turned around and became full of energy in an instant, as if he had come back to life.

"Mr. Urahara, are you telling the truth?!"

Abarai Renji slid over and knelt down, holding Urahara Kisuke's hands tightly with both hands, with an excited expression.

"It's not a big problem, but I'm curious about one thing."

Urahara Kisuke pulled his hand out from his palm without leaving a trace, and a sinister smile appeared on his face:

"Are you regaining your strength to help Ichigo-san, or do you have another plan?"

Abarai Renji lowered his head in silence for a moment before he looked up and answered, "Helping this guy is only one aspect. I want to return to Soul Society and find..."

"The former Lord Sufeng!"

Ichigo crossed his arms and frowned, still unable to understand Abarai Renji's thoughts.

Urahara Kisuke was surprised, and then shook the folding fan in his hand: "What a surprising answer."

"I understand!"

He stood up and looked down at the two of them: "After the injury heals, let's start the recovery treatment."

“It’s medicine for the body and the spirit.”

Ichigo and Abarai Renji looked at each other, and at the same time took the pill from Urahara Kisuke's palm and swallowed it without hesitation.

Now they have no choice but to trust Urahara Kisuke.

underground space.

On the barren plain, four figures stood still.

"It is not easy to restore the severed lock knot and soul sleep."

Urahara Kisuke raised his staff and struck Ichigo on the forehead with a backhand strike. Immediately, a figure with a black chain on his chest was knocked away.

"First, what you need to do is to allow the soul body to move freely."

"Thank you for your help, Tessai."

"Leave it to me, Manager."

A middle-aged man as burly as an iron tower suddenly appeared behind Ichigo, and his big hand like a palm-leaf fan went straight to grab his head.

"Mr. Ichigo, use all your willpower to escape."

"Otherwise, you might..."

"die!"

boom!

Ichigo instinctively lowered his head and clenched his large hands into nothingness, and suddenly there was a deafening sonic boom.

"Wow, that's a neat dodge!"

Urahara Kisuke encouraged, "Come on, Mr. Ichigo!"

"Mr. Urahara, I don't have to train like that guy, do I?"

Abarai Renji's expression was gloomy, "There is no such thing as a chain of cause and effect for the God of Death."

Urahara Kisuke turned around, closed the folding fan in his hand, and smiled mysteriously:

"No, you don't."

"I have developed a new recovery method for you."

"That is, using the power of the heart..."

…………

Soul Society, Rukongai.

West District 3, Lifu Mountain.

In the simple mansion with the sign of "Shiba Family" hanging on it, a gloomy cloud hung over everyone's face, and the atmosphere was filled with sadness.

"Hey, brother, are we just sitting here?!"

The tall and burly man wearing a green turban suddenly stood up, anger evident in his eyes.

"Uncle Yixin has been imprisoned in the Palace of Confession, which is where serious criminals are kept!"

No one answered his question.

"Humph, you are cold-blooded and ruthless."

Shiba Ganju said angrily, "Then I will go alone to save him. I cannot watch Uncle Isshin being executed!"