Bleach: The Self-Disciplined Captain of Seireitei

Only when being with Sufeng can one feel a little at ease.

"Have you come up with a plan?" Matsumoto Rangiku's eyes flickered. "I can no longer sense the spiritual pressure of this Gray Cat guy."

"No, there is only the dumbest way, leading the team to patrol and search the Soul Society first."

Su Feng sighed, "After all, the enemy is in the dark while I am in the light. We don't even know their purpose, so we have no idea where they can hide."

Hearing this, Matsumoto Rangiku folded her arms, squeezed out a deep ravine like a canyon, and said dissatisfiedly:

“It’s really a headache!”

"Will you be busy in the coming time?"

Just then, Soi-Fong walked by and glanced at Matsumoto Rangiku from the corner of her eye. An unconcealable envy suddenly emerged in the depths of her eyes.

She looked down at herself. Haha, it was endless flatness.

Although this is not the first time I have seen Matsumoto Rangiku, I still feel an instinctive sadness every time I see her.

It's so sad.

Thinking of this, Soi Feng quickened her pace, determined to be the first to find the rebellious bee.

She shouldn't have to bear this misery alone.

Looking at his receding back, Sufeng felt a little strange, as if there was a tangible resentment coming out of Soi-Fong's body that was almost visible to the naked eye.

Did the defection of her Zanpakutō remind her of Yoruichi Shihouin who also left without saying goodbye?

Chapter 103: Cannon Fodder

The ninth squad's barracks.

On the training ground, the battle was intense.

A burly man and a bald man were fighting in close combat. As their figures intertwined, there was a constant sound of metal colliding, accompanied from time to time by the spectacular scene of flesh being torn and blood splattering.

"Kidamaru, come and try my move, Nine-Headed Dragon Flash!"

Madarame let out a happy roar, and his whole body looked like a madman, suddenly thrusting forward with his Zanpakutō in hand.

The red spiritual pressure lingered throughout his body, bursting out with brilliant light and shadow.

With the unstoppable instant step technique, Madarame Ikkaku instantly arrived in front of the red-haired burly man.

"Idiot, don't forget, I also know all the moves you know!"

The red-haired burly man held the unleashed Kitomaru spear in both hands, slashing downwards with a ferocious expression, looking like a devil.

The place where Kizumaru's spear fell was exactly the point where Madarame was exhausted.

If this attack hits, the outcome of the battle will be immediately revealed.

"Ha!" The wild laughter echoed in the training ground. Madarame took a step forward, turned his wrist, and forcibly continued to exert force, "You underestimated me too much."

"Past experience no longer works for me!"

Under the shocked expression of the red-haired sturdy man, Ikkaku Madarame could not help but withstand the force of Kizunamaru's chopping, and even raised his hand back and slashed through his chest with great swiftness!

puff-

A hideous wound extended from the lower abdomen to the right shoulder, the skin and flesh were turned over, and a large amount of blood spurted out like a fountain.

"impossible……"

The red-haired sturdy man murmured, enduring the pain, and immediately waved the Kizunamaru in his hand again, determined to fight with Madarame.

But before he could take the next step, a figure suddenly appeared outside the training ground and struck the red-haired man on the head with tremendous force.

The next moment, a figure more than two meters tall was shot out like a football.

Boom!

The whole person fell on the mountain of the training ground, which immediately caused a landslide. The rubble rolled down and raised a cloud of dust.

"Ahem, what happened!?"

Before Madarame could recover from the battle, the opponent in front of him disappeared.

"Madarame's third seat."

Su Feng stood where he was, shaking off the dust on his feet with a calm expression, "This is a disaster that has affected Soul Society. Even if you enjoy fighting, you have to know when to enjoy it."

The corner of Madarame's mouth twitched, and his eyes were extremely complicated.

The scene just now made him instinctively recall the first battle with Sufeng.

The same degree of crushing, a terrifying posture that makes people feel cold to the core.

This fighting style is very similar to that of someone.

"What are you still standing there for? Go dig out Kizunamaru."

Sufeng discovered that after Madarame Ikkaku had been an instructor for a while, his brain seemed to be getting less and less smart.

"Oh well."

By the time the dusty red-haired man was dug out from the rubble, he had completely lost consciousness.

There were hideous wounds on his burly body, his head was tilted, and the corner of his mouth was crooked, as if he had been kicked.

Madarame looked at this face and was in deep doubt for a moment.

After taking such a kick, will the Ghost Lantern Pill still be useful?

Sufeng's powerful shot was extremely powerful.

Concentrating nearly half of his spiritual pressure, coupled with superb white fighting skills and swift instant step speed.

Not to mention Hozumaru, even Madarame Ikkaku, who had subdued his Zanpakutō and performed his Shikai, would not be able to withstand it.

The gap is too big to be comparable.

"Is this the materialized Kizunamaru?"

Matsumoto Rangiku arrived late and looked at it curiously, "It's really ugly."

"It doesn't fit your image at all!"

The eyes in the corner of Madarame were ferocious and murderous, and veins bulged on his shiny forehead, making him look like a devil.

"Don't judge other people's looks without permission, damn it!"

Kizunamaru fell to the ground, feeling as if his thick neck had been kicked and broken, and the severe pain was destroying his nerves.

There was a sound like flies buzzing in my ears.

The joys and sorrows of the God of Death and the Zanpakuto were not the same, he just thought these two guys were very noisy.

Originally, by chance, he heard the bewitching voice of a strange man, which induced the dark side of his heart to continue to grow, and a strange force acted on his mind.

When Kizunaru came back to his senses from his trance, he found himself completely free.

The first thing he did after materializing was to teach Madarame Ikkaku a lesson, to show him who was the boss.

But things went counterproductive.

Not only did he lose in a head-on fight, but he was almost crippled by a kick.

The world outside is so terrifying!

Kissomaru now misses his Zanpakuto space a little. Although it is a bit boring, it is at least much safer.

Just as he was feeling bitter, an extremely terrifying spiritual pressure enveloped him.

"I'll ask you an answer."

That chilling voice sounded above his head, and Kissamaru opened his eyes tremblingly, looking extremely weak.

"Who woke you up?"

"do not know."

"What does the other person look like?"

"do not know."

"..."

The interrogation process was instantly stuck and could no longer proceed.

Sufeng rubbed his brows with a slight headache. He finally caught a materialized Zanpakutō, but it turned out to be a cannon fodder thrown away by others.

A guy like this who knows nothing about anything is probably just trying to cause chaos in Soul Society.

"Something of little value."

Su Feng waved his hand and said, "Kill it. It's a waste of spirit energy to keep it."

Kizumaru's eyes suddenly widened and he and Madarame looked at each other in surprise.

Is this progress too fast?

"Ahem, Captain Sufeng." Madarame pleaded, "Although Kizumaru is a little ugly, a little weak, and has a bad temper, he is not completely useless."

Kizunamaru closed his eyes, looked in pain, and remained silent.

Although the words were a bit harsh, they were for his own good after all.

"At least he..."

Madarame thought for a long time, slammed his palm, and said suddenly: "Thick skin can withstand beatings!"

"Recover your spiritual pressure and go on patrol together."

Su Feng sighed, "If you encounter other rebellious Zanpakuto, you must capture them as soon as possible."

"Even if we can't win, we have to delay time."

"This is a turmoil that affects the entire Soul Society. Don't be careless."

Hearing this, Madarame's expression suddenly became much more serious.

Even someone as strong as Sufeng found it troublesome, so someone with his strength would probably be used as cannon fodder.

But on second thought, where there is unrest, there is fighting.

Madarame's eyes gradually lit up, an emotion called excitement brewing within them.

Suddenly I felt my blood boiling!

Chapter 104: The Reverse Pillar and the Itachi

"The most undesirable situation has happened."

Sufeng walked on the street of the 9th Squad's barracks, looking at the battles that broke out from time to time, and felt a headache.

In a very short period of time, a large number of Zanpakutō in Soul Society went out of control, materialized on the spot, rebelled, and attacked their masters.

The scale was far greater than he had expected.

He just helped Madarame to deal with Kizumaru, and battles of different scales broke out in the team barracks.

Most of the team members' Zanpakutō, after materializing, will form humanoid creatures like black smoke, with a considerable degree of combat capability and almost perfect coordination.

Most of them have no rationality and are more like puppets controlled by others, or mechanically executing set programs.

The battle situation instantly became tense.

Without his Zanpakutō, the Shinigami could not display his full strength.

On the contrary, after materializing, the Zanpakutō can use its abilities at will.

Even though his Zanpakutō has not yet mastered its true name, it has inherited the Zanpakutō's Zanken Zouken techniques, and because it is fearless and unafraid of death, its combat power is surprisingly high.

"This is really shocking news."

Matsumoto Rangiku followed closely beside Sufeng, looking conflicted, "Should we go on patrol first, or should we resolve the battle in the squad room first?"

"team leader……"

The flames of war were spreading, with battles taking place in alleys, streets, and even in houses.

There were constant shouts, curses, explosions, and the sounds of metal clashing.