Bleach: The Self-Disciplined Captain of Seireitei

"It's not that my temper has changed, but I am constrained by the situation."

"Sufeng specifically warned me before that this war is not as fierce as the one a thousand years ago. Most of the enemies may just be old friends who have returned from hell."

"If I take action without authorization, I will most likely be targeted by them."

"As for the jailers who are used as vanguards, let the other Death Gods deal with them for the time being."

“We have to have confidence in them…”

As soon as the words fell, several figures walked out from the end of the street, and a terrifying spiritual pressure like an overturned ocean swept over and covered the entire block.

Thick phosphorous gas continued to pour out from the bodies of several people until it dyed the sky black.

"Long time no see, Yamamoto Shigekuni."

The person who was speaking had a hoarse voice and a hunched body. The captain's feather robe was dragging on the ground. A mischievous and weird smile appeared on his old face, and a cold aura was blowing in his face.

"It's been a long time indeed. Only when you are against the will can you hide."

When the hunchbacked old man heard this, he laughed even more happily, and the wrinkles on his face almost looked like chrysanthemums.

"I didn't expect you to be this old. You're almost as old as me. Life is really unpredictable."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a tall and round guy with a strange U-shaped red facial pattern on his face and a wild smile on his face:

"What else is there to say?"

"If you want revenge, just kill this old guy!"

As soon as this was said, someone immediately echoed:

"That's right!"

"Back then, this guy tricked us into joining forces to resist Yhwach's Invisible Empire. What happened?"

"A flaming sword fell, and Zenjoji Arihime and I were stabbed in the back and turned into ashes on the spot."

Yamamoto Genryusai followed his gaze and saw that the person speaking had brown curly hair and was wearing a blue gauntlet. He had a strong and well-developed figure, giving people a sense of strength.

"There is a concubine in Shanding Temple, a concubine named Danerlang."

He said calmly, "What happened back then was indeed my fault."

"But for the sake of Soul Society, even if I have to choose again, I will still do this."

As soon as he finished speaking, another person immediately sneered: "Listen, what a noble statement."

"Yamamoto Shigekuni, don't forget your original identity."

"The Gotei 13 is nothing more than a group of assassins in disguise of the Gotei."

"Your self-proclaimed great spirit of dedication is bullshit in my opinion!"

The man who was speaking was tall but skinny, with a thin face and deep eye sockets. He had a thick fur draped around his neck and a thick cloth wrapped around his head to keep out the cold, leaving only his hair and beard exposed.

The first captain of the 7th Division and the executive officer is Taketsuga.

As the person who hated Yamamoto Genryusai the most among everyone, he spoke without giving any face at all.

"I agree with what he said."

Another person expressed his opinion, "Whether Soul Society is destroyed or not, what does it have to do with us?"

"But you attacked us for the sake of so-called justice, which undoubtedly violated the spirit of the contract."

"So, Yamamoto Shigekuni, are you ready to accept your fate?"

The man had a thin face, wore glasses, and had a serious and calm expression, as if he was narrating an established fact.

"Yan Yuanjin Le, I don't understand."

Yamamoto Genryusai spoke slowly, and wisps of flames ignited under his feet, "Who gave you the courage to take advantage of this opportunity to invade Soul Society?"

"If I was able to kill you back then, I can do it again a thousand years later."

"Since old friends don't want to leave, let's stay forever."

After hearing these words, Chojiro Suzuki, who was standing behind him, finally revealed a relieved smile.

This was the Lord Yuan Liusai he was familiar with.

How can you indulge others with a bad temper?

What's more, this group of people chose to stand on the opposite side of Soul Society.

"Draw your swords, everyone."

Yamamoto Genryusai raised the cane in his hand, and scorching heat burned up from it, instantly melting the skin.

Brown scabbard, oval hilt, purple handle, Ryujin Jakka.

"Come and execute your ideas and kill me here once and for all!"

Yamamoto Genryusai slowly drew his sword, and with a majestic voice, flames rose up, instantly evaporating the black phosphorus gas lingering around.

"Everything in the world is reduced to ashes."

"The flowing blade is like fire..."

…………

The Fourth Division team building.

The soldiers were on high alert guarding the huge crack that appeared near the first aid station, using a large number of breakthroughs to suppress the jailers who crawled out of it.

Although the strength of the soldiers in the Fourth Division is relatively weak, they have the largest number.

Adhering to the principle that many ants can kill an elephant, they actually suppressed the jailer in the crack, preventing him from causing any damage or casualties.

“You’re really working hard…”

A young man with a gray ponytail, dark bags under his eyes and freckles on his face, and a very depressed temperament appeared near the Grim Reapers.

"It's just a logistics unit, just do your job well."

He said dejectedly, "Why do you have to work so hard?"

However, at this moment, a gentle voice came from behind:

“That’s because everyone wants to protect their own home.”

The depressed man turned around, and what came into view was a gentle smile.

It gives people a feeling of comfort and warmth, just like the sun shining on the body.

However, he seemed to have fallen into hell again. His whole body was enveloped in coldness, and the biting coldness even penetrated his skin and flesh and went deep into his bones.

"Mao, Mao's flower..."

"Long time no see, Shijima Chigiri."

Unohana Retsu smiled, as if he was just chatting with an old friend.

"Why are you in the 4th Division? Wait, your captain, Yuzhi..."

Shijima Chigiri seemed to have seen something unbelievable, her eyes widened and her pupils shrank to the extreme.

Damn it, he clearly just wanted to chat with his successor about his ideals in life.

Why would this stupid 4th division choose a killer as its captain!?

Can anyone tell me what's wrong with the first generation Kenpachi Uenohana Yachiryu that he has to come to the Fourth Division to play house and save the wounded?

Could it be that killing people can no longer satisfy her desires?

"Learning the Dao is for better fighting."

Unohana Retsu slowly drew out his Zanpakutō and explained calmly:

"I have paid a lot of price to find a suitable opponent over the years."

"Fortunately, my efforts were not in vain. I have found an opponent worthy of my lifelong efforts."

"Come on, Shijima Chigiri."

"Let me see how much you have grown since you fell into hell."

Facing the challenge from the killer, Zhidao Zhiwu showed a bitter look on his face and said with difficulty:

"Is it okay not to fight?"

"I really just want to take a look and leave."

"You know, I have no grudge against Yamamoto Shigekuni. It was that bastard Yhwach who killed me."

However, before he could finish his words, the fierce sword pressure had already cut through the sky, tearing apart the thick phosphorous gas.

From the moment Shijima Chigiri appeared in the 4th Division's barracks, she was identified as an enemy by Unohana Retsu.

During the war, logistics was a top priority.

Since you are an enemy, you should pay the corresponding price for appearing here.

As the first captain of the 4th Division, Shijima Chigiri must be aware of this rule.

After a few brief battles, Shijima Chigiri suddenly realized that his strength had been enhanced by Hell.

In other words, now he no longer needs to fear Unohana Hachikyuu.

The blades collided with each other, and the sound of metal clashing was endless, and the air even vibrated visibly.

"Yachiryu, you are no longer my opponent now!"

Shijima Chigiri suddenly became very excited, and even his swings were more powerful.

"Oh?"

Unohana Retsu smiled, placed her right hand in front of her cheek, and condensed her spiritual pressure into a Prajna bone mask, which she slowly put on her beautiful face.

"is it?"

In an instant, the sound became magical, and the complex and overlapping sounds gave people a dizzy feeling.

Seeing this, Zhidao Zhiwu immediately took a breath of cold air:

"Etherealization?!"

"This is strictly prohibited by the Maou 46th Room!"

Unohana Retsu leaned forward slightly, and a fierce killing intent burst out, causing the temperature of the surrounding environment to drop sharply, and a devilish voice sounded:

"Shijima Chigiri, times have changed..."

Before the other party could respond, the murderous aura that had almost materialized had completely enveloped Shijima Chikuri.

…………

Similar scenes keep appearing in Soul Society.

Except for Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, who was sought for revenge, almost all the captains encountered captain-level enemies.

After all, it wasn’t just the first generation captains who returned from Hell.

Some captains even encountered more than ten-digit enemies.

"Okay, okay, let's play like this, right?"

Sufeng stared at the hellish dead in front of him who could form a new Gotei 13, and laughed out of anger.

"Tsunayashiro Tokinada, the six rebel leaders, Ginjo Kūgo, Kuchiki Hibiki, the first captain of the 10th Division, Otogawa Amaeki, and..."

The voice stopped abruptly. Su Feng stared at the young lady with glasses in front of him. His tone suddenly softened a little:

"If I remember correctly, this should be the first captain of the 8th Division, Kakuzuki Hitoshi?"

The girl with glasses on the other side nodded calmly and said calmly:

"They said Saito was taken away by you, and I came to save her."

"Hand over Saito, and I'll leave right away."

Su Feng frowned and thought hard:

"Who is Saito?"

Suddenly, it dawned on him: "That bad-tempered little female ghost, right?"

"She was taken away by Sister Hua, saying that they were just reminiscing about the past."