Bleach: The Self-Disciplined Captain of Seireitei

"Put pressure on Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni."

"It's okay to arrange other tasks or divert attention."

"As long as Tsunayashiro Sufu stops targeting us nobles."

After a brief silence, the sages tapped the table to second the motion.

Although Room 46 seems to have supreme power, it is just a loyal dog that carries out orders in front of the five nobles.

"Next, we will have the trial of the tragedy of the Longtang Temple clan."

The First Judge said sternly, "The mastermind, Ukitake Jusanrō, has been executed. The rest of the people were involved in the murder of their noble colleagues. According to the laws of Soul Society..."

"The execution should be carried out!"

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Squad 9, third training ground.

In the open space, a bald head reflected dazzling light under the sunlight.

Big beads of sweat slid down his bald head, and the blue veins on his forehead looked as hideous as gnarled tree roots.

One corner of Madarame was staring at Sufeng in front of him, his hands tightly grasping the spear, with the sharp blade pointing straight ahead.

The light red materialized spiritual pressure lingered around it like a mist, emitting a strong pressure.

As soon as he started to release the power, spiritual pressure exploded.

Facing Sufeng, who had once defeated him in an instant, Madarame Ikkaku did not dare to be careless at all.

Although he believed that his last failure was due to insufficient preparation.

But in his opinion, defeat is defeat, and nothing can be done about it.

Now that Sufeng brought up the matter of fighting again, Madarame Ikkaku thought about it and agreed on the premise of washing away the shame.

However, just before the battle began, he still felt a terrifying sense of oppression.

Even if Sufeng promised to only use free-fighting techniques.

"Are you ready?"

Su Feng flexed his wrist and asked with a smile, "No need to be so serious, this is just a friendly exchange."

"Ahem, wait a moment!"

Madarame Ikkaku raised his hand to stop him, "To show my respect for this battle, please allow me to offer the highest etiquette."

He stood on tiptoe and started dancing in a rather funny posture.

Looking at the figures constantly moving around in the field, the air suddenly fell silent.

The soldiers looked at Madarame Ikkaku dancing in silence, and for a moment they couldn't help but start to doubt their lives.

Is this the kind of guy who is putting himself through hellish training?

I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel that life is hopeless!

"Hey!"

Madarame Ikkaku held the two ends of the Kito Maru with his hands apart and ended in a horse stance.

Even Su Feng seemed a little silent at this scene: "Time is running out, let's start early!"

"Oh, then I'll go first!"

Madarame let out an inexplicable strange cry, and the Kizunamaru in his hand turned into a sharp light, instantly cutting through the air and heading straight towards Sufeng.

He attacked with all his strength from the start, without any intention of holding back.

At this moment, Sufeng was almost covered by the light red spiritual pressure, and the strong sense of oppression was enough to suffocate an ordinary god of death.

After his previous advice, Madarame Ikkaku began to consciously incorporate the fighting skills he had previously mastered into his own attacks.

The seemingly disordered attacks actually combine techniques from multiple schools.

The gun is like a dragon, going straight for the throat!

Su Feng dodged sideways, and his right hand was like a knife, hitting the gun body of Gui Dengwan hard.

Madarame only felt a huge force coming from one corner, his hands trembled, and his pupils flashed a ferocious look in shock.

"Split it, Kitomaru!"

His keen combat instincts allowed him to immediately use his Second Stage Initial Release to launch another attack in a form more suitable for his current situation.

Su Feng's hand was empty, and half of the gun fell down, but one end of the gun counterattacked at an angle that violated the common sense of physics and slashed at the vital point again.

At the critical moment, he bent his back to the side and avoided the attack by a hair's breadth.

have to say.

Madarame Ikkaku's fighting talent is absolutely top-notch. Even with just a little hint, he can realize the fighting method that suits him best.

If it weren't for the limitations of spiritual pressure and Zanpakuto, his achievements would be limitless.

All I can say is, it's a pity.

The ceiling is too low.

Sufeng took a step forward, approached, and used his white-collar skill Shadow Dance to avoid the corner of Madarame. At the same time as he struck with his knee, he grabbed the front end of Kizunamaru's spear with his backhand.

Seeing that his opponent did not fight with his spiritual pressure advantage, Madarame's mouth corner curled up wildly, and his smile gradually became crazy.

"Using me to hone your skills is definitely the worst decision you can make!"

The gun was pressed down to resist Sufeng's knee strike. Madarame Ikkaku held the end of the Kizunamaru in his left hand and hammered on the chain with his right hand.

Immediately, the spear at the end shot straight forward like an arrow.

The battle between the two continued in the open field, and afterimages were left behind as they moved, then shattered in an instant.

The players outside the field were stunned and even forgot to breathe.

Sufeng continued to practice various fighting techniques, trying to integrate them and achieve his own goals.

In order to develop the fighting technique of Shunhong, perfect white fighting skills are essential.

As time went by, Madarame Ikkaku felt the pressure doubling. Sweat oozed out of his shiny forehead, even wetting the collar of his Deathly Hate suit.

Although the spiritual pressure of both parties was at the same level, the difference in fighting skills made him feel more and more exhausted.

Almost every part of Sufeng's body, including his feet, knees, shoulders, elbows, fists, and fingers, could become a weapon of attack, which made Madarame Ikkaku extremely exhausted as he kept dodging.

"This guy……"

"An absolute monster!"

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"You lose, Ikkaku."

Su Feng put his two fingers together and tapped them on the forehead that was reflecting the light. Spiritual pressure entwined around his fingertips, emitting a faint sense of oppression.

"Gulu!"

The stinging sensation on his forehead made Madarame swallow subconsciously.

Although I persisted a little longer than last time, the feeling of frustration was even stronger.

Despite being fully prepared, he still ended up in a miserable defeat, and even became a whetstone for the opponent to practice his free-fighting skills.

Su Feng retracted his finger: "Compared to last time, you have improved a lot."

"At least, I won't deliberately imitate Kenpachi Zaraki's fighting style anymore."

Madarame Ikkaku is a smart guy.

At least in combat.

After Sufeng's reminder, he quickly noticed his shortcomings, made changes, and corrected his path in a short time.

It can’t be said to be a leap forward, but at least it is much better than before.

"I would also like to thank Captain Sufeng for his guidance."

Madarame Ikkaku released Kishoumaru's Shikai and picked up the long whip that was placed at the edge of the field.

"I will do my best."

"Hey, what are you guys waiting for?!"

Snapped!

The whip made a loud noise when it was hit, and cracks appeared on the ground.

Madarame looked at the soldiers watching from the side with a ferocious expression: "Does anyone want to be beaten?"

The fierce momentum echoed in the venue, and everyone shuddered subconsciously, instinctively put on their weights, and ran towards the distant mountain road again.

His steps were staggering and his back was in a mess.

He doesn't look like the Grim Reaper at all.

Seeing this, Sufeng shook his head.

If the situation continues like this, this group of soldiers will have a long and arduous journey if they want to take charge.

Just as he was about to return to the office, a spiritual pressure covered the 9th Squad barracks, enveloping the entire surrounding area in a net-like form.

The Seventy-Seventh Chapter of the Binding Path: Tian Ting Kong Luo.

"Captain Tsunayashiro Sufu, I have received a secret order from the Central Forty-Sixth Room."

The old voice of Yamamoto Genryusai sounded beside Sufeng's ears, "If there is no emergency, please report to the First Team's quarters as soon as possible."

Su Feng stopped and said with a little dissatisfaction: "What's wrong with those old guys again?"

"I don't know."

Yamamoto Genryusai paused for a moment, as if he was struggling with Sufeng's choice of words, "Maybe it has something to do with what happened recently."

"I see."

Sufeng waved his hand and severed contact with Tianting Kongluo.

The summons from Room 46 was within expectations.

After all, he had only been the captain for a month or so, and several nobles had suffered, with no regard for the feelings of his fellow nobles.

This inevitably made the other nobles somewhat worried.

In this case, Room 46 must respond.

after all.

What they represent are the interests of the entire aristocracy.

…………

The inner court of Seireitei.

As the most important area in Soul Society, it is usually guarded by the Seventh Division.

Three steps to a post, five steps to a sentry.

On the walls of the corridor, there are many powerful ghost spells, and at the end there is a defensive barrier similar to a soul-blocking membrane.

At the deepest point is the underground meeting hall.

This is the working location of Room 46. Usually, only the captain can come here after being summoned.

However, in Sufeng's impression, he had come here with his family members more than once.

The cold and gloomy atmosphere is very unpleasant.

As the ghost barrier opened, Yamamoto Genryusai slowly stepped into it, and Sufeng followed leisurely behind him, without any sign of nervousness at all.

"Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni!"

The majestic voice resounded in the empty meeting hall, forming an echo that vibrated between everyone's eardrums.

"Keep your voice down." Su Feng responded unhappily, "The captain is not yet deaf and blind."

"Tsunayashiro Akutagawa, don't think I can't recognize you just because there's a barrier!"