You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

The former can provide Iori with additional attribute bonuses, and its growth path is very clear; all she needs to do is keep leveling up.

The latter is much more uncertain. Just like the CG that Iori appears in on the Far East islands of "Akatsuki," Iori also has one in another world, but he doesn't follow the path of a "hero who slays demons and monsters," but rather a "saint who saves the world."

So Iori simply created a sect for himself, with the chief god as his alias, and himself serving as the first missionary, a role similar to that of the pope. The initial apostles were to be the various NPCs from the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

Does it look like a makeshift operation?

It's definitely a makeshift operation!

Without a doctrinal framework, without cultural foundation, without accumulated faith... even the name of the main deity and the priesthood were decided on the spot. What else can this be called but a makeshift operation?!

However, without exception, even the most impressive organizations started from humble beginnings.

The Gotei 13 were initially a group of killers organized by the organization, while the Quincy gradually developed from a small group that found Yhwach.

Even if it's a national-level organization on Earth, what can it do?

Wasn't the United Nations only able to survive after the League of Nations, its predecessor, was dissolved, and the lessons learned from that experience were learned?

Iori started with a super luxurious base, a group of capable and loyal subordinates, and a treasure trove that was worth more than a country—his resources far surpassed those of prophets and saints!

However, the initial stages of such matters are quite tedious, so Iori simply became a hands-off manager, assigning apostle titles and responsibilities to the various level guardians and letting them do the initial pioneering work.

Of course, Iori didn't do nothing. He spent time carefully setting up his divine duties, attributes, and background as the "main god," and even wrote a version of doctrine after referring to the major sects that exist on Earth and refining it.

Given that most of the NPCs in the Great Tomb of Nazarick are of different races, they may use underhanded tactics to increase efficiency during their missionary work, which could negatively impact the social order of the other world.

To prevent such a thing from happening, Iori specifically appointed Sebastian as the overseer, essentially Iori's spokesperson, and also made it clear that this "Grim Reaper" belongs to the Order of Good—an existence that protects souls rather than plunders them.

Given the NPCs' loyalty to Iori, and since he has repeatedly given such orders, even if they try something underhanded, it probably won't escalate into something unmanageable, since Iori does check on their work regularly.

No NPC thinks they are smarter than Iori, or that they can fool Iori.

In terms of results, his missionary work in the other world has been relatively smooth. Even after returning to Soul Society these days, he still occasionally receives notifications that his art style value has increased. Clearly, the image of the saint corresponding to that CG is being recognized by the people of the other world thanks to the efforts of the apostles.

He's gained at least ten points in the time since he returned to Soul Society!

Moreover, judging from the efficiency of its spread in the other world, it should increase more and more in the future, until all potential believers have been discovered, and then it will gradually slow down... This process will conservatively take at least thirty points of art style, right?

How could he not be happy?

If we upgrade the game panel again, Iori is now fully capable of competing with Yamamoto in terms of raw power!

While Ryujin Jakka is powerful, he also possesses the [Mirror of Still Water] and abilities gathered from various worlds!

'Of course, I don't want to upset the old man if I can—' Iori glanced at Kyoraku and Ukitake while drinking.

Among the people enjoying the snow, the three of them formed a small group, drinking and chatting around the fireplace, occasionally adding a piece of charcoal or gazing at the scenery with sentiment, living a carefree life.

As fellow disciples of Yamamoto Genryusai, this scene truly appeared incredibly harmonious... However, no one knew that among them was "Vastow," who had once wreaked havoc in Seireitei and left a group of captains with psychological trauma!

"Actually, I can understand his feelings."

Ukitake sighed softly: "After that battle, although no one showed it, there must have been many who were unwilling to accept it."

The atmosphere within the court has become quite tense lately. Even the previously lazy ones are constantly on edge, as if everyone is yearning to become stronger… Haste makes waste, and I'm hosting this banquet to help everyone relax.”

Kyoraku's face was now covered by a straw hat. After Ukitake finished speaking, he didn't say a word, but his straw hat moved slightly, and it was unclear whether he was shaking his head or nodding.

Ukitake, used to his submissive and lazy demeanor, was amused and shook his head as if he had no way to deal with him, then unceremoniously picked up the straw hat.

"Sleeping outdoors right after drinking is a bad idea in this season. The warmth you feel is just an illusion, and you're more susceptible to catching a cold after drinking. You should at least wait until the effects of the alcohol have worn off before you go to sleep."

"Ha... Ukitake really knows how to maintain health!"

Chunshui sat up abruptly, his grinning face making him look nothing like the Grim Reaper Captain who had lived for hundreds of years.

"But putting everything else aside, is an eye patch also a tool for restricting oneself? Captain Zaraki is really ruthless to himself."

"An eye mask? I wouldn't know about that."

Ukitake blinked. "Are you really bothered by that?"

"Of course, because his appearance is like that of a down-on-his-luck, eccentric swordsman, which is exactly what I am. Although my swordsman is more of a romantic and dashing type, he is completely different from me."

Chunshui smiled mischievously: "Do you think I should get an eye patch too... it would look good, right?"

Ukitake was already used to such nonsense, but Iori next to him had a strange expression, though he quickly returned to normal.

"So the three of you were hiding here. I've been looking for you for ages."

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice came, causing Chunshui and Fuzhu to be stunned. It was familiar because they both knew the speaker, but unfamiliar because the person had never used such a cheerful and confident tone before.

When they turned their heads to look, they all widened their eyes in unison, and even Iori took a deep breath:

On a snowy day, Kuki Sojun, wearing only a loincloth, walked over. The sunlight shone on his well-defined and agile body, revealing his vigorous and powerful life force at a glance.

"What, what's wrong with you?!"

Chunshui's mouth gaped slightly. The dignified young master of the rotten wood had actually appeared in such an inappropriate manner... Was he dreaming?

"what happened?"

Cang Chun looked down at herself, asking, "Is something wrong?"

"Your clothes! Where are your clothes?!"

"Oh, we were playing rock-paper-scissors just now."

"What does this have to do with rock-paper-scissors?"

Kyoraku Shunsui felt he had fallen into a knowledge blind spot.

"Haha, the stakes for winning or losing were clothes. I had no choice but to get through it."

Kuchiki Sojun's unashamed and frank expression momentarily stunned the two captains who were used to all sorts of things.

"Could it be that we made a mistake... By the way, it's not just that your condition has improved... you've obviously gotten stronger, haven't you?"

Does going shirtless really help you get in shape? This thing's all the rage lately, are we the only ones who don't know?!

Just then, several more voices came from the corner of the corridor ten meters away. Yamamoto and Kuchiki Ginrei walked over while talking. There was no gloom or pressure between the two of them. Instead, they showed rare smiles, and the scene looked very harmonious.

But at that very corner, the head of the Kuchiki family casually glanced in this direction—

I rubbed my eyes... looked around to focus, then closed them again.

its not right!

Oh dear, I'm really something. I haven't even started drinking yet, how did I get drunk?

"Haha, this is all thanks to Captain Aizen. If he hadn't searched for ancient remedies and done his best to cure my illness, how could I have such a strong body?"

Aizen Iori?

Upon hearing this, Kuchiki Ginrei immediately turned his gaze to the other side—

"what?"

Iori subtly adjusted her movements so she could get up at any moment, while Shunsui and Ukitake instinctively shivered.

"What's going on? Has the wind picked up?"

Chapter 348 Running away is a foolproof plan.

"How is this going?"

The captain, draped in a white haori, stood in the snow. His long beard almost touched the ground, and he appeared slightly hunched over, showing signs of old age. But when he half-opened his eyes, the sharp glint in them sent a chill down one's spine.

"The captain of the 13th Gotei 13 has behaved so disgracefully in public! What kind of behavior is this!"

Chunshui and the others immediately shuddered, as if they had returned to their teenage years, becoming as nervous as students being scolded by their homeroom teacher, and respectfully stood up to bow to Yamamoto.

Greetings, Father, and Captain-General.

Despite being the most embarrassed person on the scene, Cang Chun, who was naked, remained calm and spoke in a very composed tone, as if the captain's anger was not directed at him.

"There are reasons for all of this, please let me explain."

"Humph!"

"Go ahead."

Yinling combed his beard repeatedly; he would never normally make so many small movements... It can only be said that he was truly shocked by the scene before him.

When Yinling returned from Hueco Mundo, he noticed the changes in Cang Chun. He had initially thought it was a good thing that the child was getting stronger, but now, seeing his current state... Cang Chun truly regretted sending him to Hueco Mundo.

Son, what exactly did you experience with the Expeditionary Force?!

"First of all, this is a private gathering, and what we do has nothing to do with our status. Secondly, if you lose a competition, you must abide by the rules. Even if it ruins your reputation, a nobleman's integrity is more important than a glamorous appearance—that's what you taught me, Father."

Yinling subconsciously plucked a beard hair, but his brain automatically blocked out the pain; he simply stared wide-eyed at his son.

What's this... In the past, whenever he scolded Cang Chun with a stern face, no matter what it was, Cang Chun would immediately lower his posture and humbly accept it. Even if Yin Ling made a mistake, Cang Chun would at most talk to his father about it afterward, and never directly refute or defend himself.

Not to mention, in such an "open" state, in front of so many people, to confront the strongest Grim Reaper, Yamamoto Shigekuni, and the head of the Kuchiki family...

They're like completely different people before and after!

If it weren't for the natural bond between father and son and the blood ties, Yinling would really suspect that the person in front of him had been switched in Hueco Mundo and was not his gentle, filial, and respectful son at all!

"Of course, doing so would be inappropriate."

Cang Chun then said, "I was being presumptuous. Perhaps I was too eager to integrate into the new group and did not consider the dignity of Seireitei. I ask the Captain-Commander to punish me!"

"...No, as you said, this is a private gathering, and I am here as an old man, not the captain. An ordinary old man naturally has no authority to punish anyone."

Yamamoto thought about it for a moment and realized that it was just a small matter. The one who should be really annoyed was his old friend Ginryo. Why did he have to meddle in other people's family affairs?

"However, come to the First Division when your vacation is over."

Yamamoto added, "I'll personally teach you the proper words and actions of a captain!"

"Kuang...I understand."

Cang Chun had nothing to say and nodded obediently.

Yinling then spoke up, "Since that's the case, then let me speak as a father about some personal matters—Cang Chun?"

"Yes, Father."

"When has the Kuchiki family ever had such an eccentric (unconventional person, like Nobunaga)?"

"A Kabuki-zhe?"

Cang Chun was taken aback for a moment. "Playing finger-guessing games at the dinner table is indeed a bit reckless, but it's also a very traditional game. How can it be considered strange?"

Ok?

Yamamoto and Ginrei were stunned. Shunsui and Ukitake also looked up in surprise. The other Shinigami around them all felt something was off when they heard Sojun's words.

Something seems... off!

“pure and simple,”

Yinling asked bluntly, "Why do you think I should reprimand you?"

"Because he was drinking and playing drinking games with his subordinates."

Cang Chun answered without hesitation.

"...Not because of the clothes?"

"Clothes? What's wrong with the clothes?"

Yinling took a deep breath, trying to calm her tone: "Don't you... think you're wearing a little too little?"

"Is...something wrong with this?"

Cang Chun's pair of dark, star-like eyes were full of innocence: "If you lose a game of rock-paper-scissors, you have to take off your clothes. That's how you liven up the atmosphere of the banquet—isn't that what the ordinary team members do?"

"Who told you that..."

"of course……"

After saying that, he suddenly paused, pondered for a moment, and then his expression changed slightly as he looked at Iori incredulously.

His movement was almost simultaneous with Yinling's. The current head of the Kuchiki family also opened his cold and serious eyes, the clarity within them now replaced by a kind of malice.

Suddenly, everyone looked at Iori.

The man frowned, took a step back, and shielded Chunshui and Fuzhu in front of him.

Instant Step! Run away!

……