Bleach: The Self-Disciplined Captain of Seireitei

When Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, the captain-general of the Gotei 13, was ready to take action, the overall situation had already been completely decided.

So when he escorted Shiba Isshin and others to the Mao execution ground, several captains were already waiting there.

"You are indeed worthy of being called the old man of the mountain. You are still strong and healthy."

Kyoraku Shunsui put his hands in his sleeves like a dried salted fish, completely lacking the demeanor of a captain. However, when he glanced at Shiba Isshin and others, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"With just a casual move, he was able to take down the disaster that was causing unrest in Seireitei, without even causing any casualties."

"As a subordinate, the last thing you should doubt is the captain's ability."

A cold voice came from the side, which immediately made Kyoraku Shunsui shift his gaze.

"Yeah, Captain Soi-Feng really trusts Old Man Yama."

Soi-Fong remained silent, but her brows were slightly furrowed as she looked down at the team house.

The person she cared about did not appear with the others at the Maou execution ground.

"Beheading, what a strange word."

Kuroshio Mayuri looked at the huge crucifixion rack that towered into the sky. "Since I took office as captain, I have never seen this kind of punishment used."

"If I remember correctly, the Double Strike can only be used against Shinigami other than the captain, right, Captain Unohana?"

On the side, Unohana Retsu had her eyes lowered and her temperament was gentle, as if nothing in the outside world could affect her thoughts.

In fact, she is in the same state as now.

She has been immersed in this state ever since Sufeng commissioned her to perform a deep autopsy on Aizen's body.

Every detail of the corpse was the same as that of a normal person; even the most delicate nervous system did not show any problems at all.

The remaining Quincy spiritual pressure and the strange Shinigami spiritual pressure mixed together.

It was undoubtedly left behind by the traveller who killed Aizen.

Considering that he triggered an emergency alert about the Quincies when he invaded Seireitei, it is normal for him to possess the power of a Quincy.

Since Shiba Isshin is his father, the power of the Quincy is most likely inherited from his mother.

The two opposing forces merged into one, catalyzing a rather wonderful reaction.

When the Lock Knot and Soul Sleep were shattered, the aftermath of the power also destroyed Aizen's heart. This was the real cause of his death.

The truth has been revealed before her, but for some reason, Unohana Retsu always feels something is wrong, as if she has overlooked some detail.

Kurotsuchi Mayuri's sudden question interrupted her thoughts.

She raised her gentle eyes slightly, looked at Kurotsuchi Mayuri beside her calmly, and replied in a gentle voice:

"That's because of the level of spiritual power. Level three and above are captain level."

"The bodies of the Shinigami are made up of spirit particles. Once they die, their bodies will return to Soul Society in the form of spirit particles. However, spirit pressures above level three cannot return due to their high concentration."

"In order to make it return, a [Soul Burial Ceremony] will be held."

"But the fact is that no matter what they do, Reijuu above level 3 cannot return to the land of Soul Society."

Unohana Retsu looked up, with her delicate chin slightly raised, and looked at the towering gallows and huge spear in the distance.

"Even if a captain Shinigami is executed by beheading, his spirit particle still cannot return to Soul Society."

"And the usual way that Mao 46th Room deals with this is--"

"Imprison him in the Great Underground Prison of Maou!"

Having said this, a hint of nostalgia suddenly appeared in those beautiful eyes.

Obviously, as the first generation Kenpachi and the greatest villain unprecedented in Soul Society, Unohana Retsu also had an inexplicable connection with the Mao Underground Prison.

As to whether he was imprisoned there or was responsible for guarding the dangerous area, it is not yet known.

Kurotsuchi Mayuri also understood this concept, but not in depth.

To him, these are irrelevant theories, irrelevant waste because they cannot have any positive or negative impact on his scientific research.

"In that case, Captain Aizen's spirit child should not be able to return to Soul Society."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Kuroshio Mayuri's tone, "Do we still need to prepare a soul burial ceremony for the captain who was killed by the travel disaster?"

Kyoraku Shunsui interjected, "Powerful spirit particles cannot continue to float in Soul Society, otherwise it will cause irreparable damage to Soul Society."

"In fact, the real purpose of the Soul Burial Ceremony is to let the dead captains..."

Two sharp gazes looked at him at the same time, and the conversation stopped abruptly.

One is the vision of Yamamoto Genryusai. In his opinion, the secrets of Soul Society should not be known by the Shinigami other than the captain, not to mention the existence of the Traveling Disaster on the Double Death Hill.

The second was Unohana Retsu's gaze, which contained a hint of sober understanding amidst the shock.

Just now, she suddenly thought of a very crucial point.

As the captain, Aizen's spirit particle should have existed in Soul Society for a long time before the soul burial ceremony was performed.

However, when the cause of death was autopsied, the remaining spirit particles in the corpse, although they had reached the standard of second-class spiritual power, did not look like the number of those of a captain at all.

"Captain, I have something to ask you..." She glanced at Yamamoto Genryusai next to her, and was interrupted when she was about to speak.

Yamamoto Genryusai closed his eyes slightly, a chilling aura lingering around him, bright sparks flew everywhere, burning the barren land leaving charred marks.

"The execution will begin immediately, and other matters will be discussed later."

In the distance, on the huge crucifixion rack, Shiba Ganju had his spiritual pressure sealed by Yamamoto Genryusai himself, and a spiritual tool that restricted the flow of spiritual particles was worn on his knot.

He stood on the platform of the crucifixion with a dazed look on his face, feeling the powerful force restraining his body, as if he was wearing a straitjacket in a hospital. Even moving a little finger became extremely difficult.

He said he couldn't understand what was happening.

I was only responsible for leading the way, so why was I the first one to be executed?

Dozens of jailers from the Palace of Confession in front of them surrounded the towering spear, chanting complicated ghost spells. Their azure spiritual pressure merged into one, forming a column of light that enveloped the spear.

As the spiritual pressure surged, the python-like ropes that bound the spear broke one by one, coiled around the spear and loosened.

A majestic flamingo flapped its wings and flew out from the gigantic spear. The Double Killing Hill suddenly emitted a terrifyingly high temperature that distorted the air around it.

"Waaaaah, Ichigo, uncle, sir!"

Fixed by the stone grid, Shiba Iwajima slowly rose to the top of the gallows, faced the fear of death, and suddenly let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"Hurry up and save me, I'm still young and don't want to die!!"

Yamamoto Genryusai stared at the sky with his eyes slightly closed. For some reason, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

He glanced sideways at the captains beside him.

Because the incident happened suddenly, only a few people came.

Just as the beak of the Destroying King, which exuded a terrifying aura, was about to fall, two black ropes cut through the sky and shot out in the other direction of the Double Killing Hill, instantly blocking the neck made of blazing flames.

When the spiritual pressure exploded, the rope suddenly tightened, instantly destroying the huge firebird into countless spirit particles that scattered in the sky.

Everyone's expression changed slightly, and they all looked in the direction where the rope came from, only to see a shield engraved with the Shifengyuan family emblem standing in front of them.

Behind him was Ukitake Jushiro, who looked pale but determined!

"Sorry, teacher."

He stared into the old man's angry eyes and said firmly: "I can't watch my men die in double stabbings."

Yamamoto Genryusai was leaning on a crutch, squinting his eyes as he looked at the disciple who once made him proud. There was a hint of complexity in his angry eyes.

"As a captain, he actually did something like this. It's really unforgivable."

The blazing flames suddenly rose up, and a temperature even more terrifying than that of the King of Destruction descended upon the Hill of Double Death.

The captains' expressions suddenly changed.

…………

In the 8th Division’s jurisdiction, on an empty street.

Abarai Renji's death suit was already soaked with cold sweat, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept flowing on his forehead and cheeks, staining his clothes and falling into his eyes.

The person who was supposed to be dead reappeared in front of him.

"You seem confused by my presence."

Aizen smiled and looked forward, "In order to cooperate with someone, I specifically asked to bring you out of the detention cell of the 9th Division."

"Don't you have anything to say about this?"

Although the opponent did not release any spiritual pressure, the oppressive feeling brought by the two captains still made Abarai Renji at a loss, and even breathing became a little difficult.

"Ai, Captain Aizen, haven't you already..." Abarai Renji suppressed the fear that emerged from the depths of his soul and spoke with difficulty.

A gentle and harmless smile appeared on Aizen's face, and he walked slowly forward:

"Death is not the end of life, but oblivion is."

"You were supposed to be an insignificant supporting role in this drama, but in order to make this drama more expressive, I added a script specifically for you."

Although he couldn't understand what the other party was saying, the undisguised malice was already overwhelming him, as if it had materialized and enveloped him.

The former Captain Aizen seemed to be really dead.

Under pressure, Abarai Renji drew his Zanpakutō.

"Swastika!"

"Shuang Wang Snake Tail Pill!"

The burst of spiritual pressure instantly eliminated the pressure that enveloped his body. Facing two captain-level death gods, he did not dare to hold back at all.

However, neither Aizen nor Tosen Kaname showed any reaction.

"Although I don't know what you want to do."

Abarai Renji looked at the two of them firmly, "But I will never surrender just like that."

A beast-like roar shook the streets, and the ferocious snake bones wrapped around its waist suddenly turned into a giant snake skeleton, hovering in the sky, with blood-red eyes looking down at Aizen below.

The bloody mouth suddenly opened, and countless spirit particles gathered in it, condensing into a spirit particle light ball that exuded powerful power.

Abarai Renji did not hesitate and struck out with his left arm. In an instant, the shadow of the baboon king appeared in front of him.

The roars of the two kings echoed in the empty streets.

"Double King Combo!"

As the words fell, brilliant red instantly submerged everything. The ground collapsed layer by layer, and countless cracks stretched across, turning into a huge abyss that swallowed up rubble and buildings.

But when the dust settled, Abarai Renji's pupils suddenly shrank, an expression of disbelief appeared on his face, and it immediately turned red.

He could hardly believe his eyes.

Aizen stood there intact, as if the attack just now was just a child's play. The glass-like shield shattered in an instant and turned into spirit particles and disappeared into the atmosphere.

"Is it difficult to understand?"

He raised his eyes and looked forward. "We have not existed in the same dimension since a long time ago."

hum-

The invisible spiritual pressure exploded with a loud bang, and the broken ground collapsed instantly. The cracks turned into an abyss, like the bloody mouth of some giant creature, swallowing everything on the ground.

Endless pressure, like the sky falling, instantly enveloped Abarai Renji's injured body.

The next moment, his body suddenly bent downward, and his head hit heavily on the few intact ground, bursting out a brilliant blood flower.

The bones and flesh all over the body seemed to be torn apart in all directions by a tremendous force. The nightmare came again. A wailing sound that was unable to bear the heavy burden came from inside the body. A large amount of blood burst out of the body wrapped in bandages, which instantly soaked the black Death Tyrant Suit.

In this state, even survival becomes an unattainable luxury.

Abarai Renji suddenly felt a little confused. If it weren't for the difference in the nature of the spiritual pressure, he would even suspect that the Aizen in front of him was an impersonation of Lord Sufu.

He had only experienced such a suffocating feeling of despair in his battle with Lord Sufeng.

Because he had not yet recovered, under the pressure of such spiritual pressure, Abarai Renji completely lost his fighting ability.

The reason he did not faint was because of his extremely strong will.

"What a fragile life, just like an ant living in the cracks of a brick."

Aizen slowly walked to the crouching Abarai Renji and calmly looked down at the disheveled figure:

"Renci, do you know?"