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

The Sixth Division member shouted, pointing his Zanpakuto at his pale-faced colleague, "He's a Reikai!"

The accused Grim Reaper's eyes widened: "Nonsense! I was just here—"

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of silver light appeared!

With a sigh, Kuchiki Hibiki sheathed his sword and looked at the "Grim Reaper" in front of him, who had turned into fragments of spirit particles, leaving only a round bead spinning around. His brows furrowed.

"Put it away, this is the seventh one..."

Not long after his wedding, Kuchiki Hibiki turned and walked to the center of the street, where dozens of terrified Shinigami had gathered. Everyone looked at each other warily, afraid that their companions would turn into enemies at any moment.

"Everyone listen!"

Xianghe's voice was as chilling as ice: "From now on, no unverified team member is allowed to act without authorization. Report any suspicious persons immediately; violators will be—"

His words were interrupted by a sudden explosion!

In the distance, thick smoke billowed from the Third Division's barracks...

"here we go again!"

One of the team members clutched his head in despair, exclaiming, "This is the third time today!"

"Don't overthink it. Once each case is thoroughly investigated, this chaos will soon disappear."

Xianghe's eyes grew colder. He knew better than anyone that the root of this chaos lay in the collapse of trust—the Thirteenth Team was essentially a military organization, and a highly feudal one at that.

In this kind of organization, the bond of divine favor connects everyone, and in a sense, the strength of this bond also affects the strength of combat power. But when even the closest comrades-in-arms may be enemies in disguise, the order of Seireitei becomes as fragile as a sandcastle.

……

On the street, Xianghe was leading his team to check suspicious people one by one. His Zanpakuto, Muramasa, was suspended in mid-air, emitting an eerie purple light.

"next."

He said coldly.

A trembling team member stepped forward, Muramasa's blade pointed at his chest, purple light spreading out like ripples.

A few seconds later, Xianghe nodded: "Passed."

The team members stepped aside with a sigh of relief.

Everyone held their breath and waited for the trial. Those who hadn't been tested yet were naturally anxious, but those who passed were much more relaxed and trusted their teammates more.

—They all knew Muramasa's abilities, so they trusted that Hibiki wouldn't make a mistake.

Even if the spirit body's acting skills are so superb that it's impossible to tell the difference, the Zanpakuto doesn't lie, and it certainly can't fool Muramasa!

Therefore, during this special period, Iori lifted the ban on Hibiki, allowing him to freely use his Zanpakuto abilities and quickly identify a squad that he could completely trust.

Just then, a messenger rushed over: "Captain Kuchiki! The Commander-in-Chief orders you to proceed to the First Division immediately!"

Xianghe narrowed his eyes: "I understand."

He turned and gave his adjutant a few instructions, then vanished in a flash.

When he arrived at the First Division barracks, he found that, apart from the Captain-Commander, the remaining captains were already there—including Mayuri Kurotsuchi, who was acting as the Twelfth Division captain with a gloomy expression, and Kenpachi Zaraki, who was wearing bandages for some reason.

"Rotten wood echoes in the river."

Yamamoto cut to the chase, "From now on, you will be fully responsible for the identification of the remains."

Xianghe bowed slightly: "Yes, sir."

—This is the official appointment; Iori acted first and informed her later.

However, Hibiki clearly didn't care about this. In his view, Iori's orders were more authoritative than Yamamoto's, and this was just a formality.

"Muramasa's abilities are best suited for this task."

Yamamoto continued, "I will allocate all available manpower to assist you."

Mayuri Kurotsuchi suddenly interjected, "I have a suggestion. Instead of screening them one by one, why not..."

"No need."

Hibiki said coldly, "I trust Muramasa more than your props!"

hum!

The sword at Xianghe's waist glowed with a faint purple light, and it murmured softly as if expressing its joy—it must be said that this sword was indeed very human-like.

"Captain, please give me three days. I promise to find all the spirit remains."

"...Okay, then I'll leave it to you."

—A little later, at the First Squad's barracks.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni stood by the window, gazing at the black smoke rising in the distance. His cane was deeply embedded in the ground, revealing his suppressed anger.

"Lord Yamamoto."

Chojiro Sasakibe—the real Sasakibe—stepped in quickly. "The Technology Development Bureau has sent word that they've found a way to identify spirit remains."

Yamamoto didn't turn around: "Speak."

“The spiritual particle fluctuations of the remains have subtle differences, which can be detected by special instruments.”

The sagabe handed over a report, "But the problem is..."

"explain."

"The testing efficiency is very low; we can only test about fifty people a day."

"In that case, we can only rely on Xianghe."

Yamamoto shook his head, feeling both helpless and relieved.

"And one more thing……"

The sparrow suddenly stopped, and Yamamoto also lowered his eyelids, as if he were dozing.

"Lord Genryusai?"

"No need to worry."

"Yes!"

Sparrow's expression turned cold, his right hand resting on his Zanpakuto, but he stared intently at the doorway.

However, the next moment, a huge spiritual pressure wave came from above, like Mount Tai pressing down!

boom! ! !

Amidst a sky full of lightning, the entire pavilion was completely destroyed!

call!call!

The two elderly men emerged from the chaotic atmosphere. The old man was serious and furious, while the old man, Yamamoto, had long since surpassed the limits of anger; his eyes were now chillingly cold as he raised his eyelids to look at the three people descending from the sky.

"Floating bamboo, the flower of the cunei, the boat-draped paulownia... no, is it a spirit corpse?"

Yamamoto realized what had happened after a moment's thought: "The Hollowfication incident itself was a trap, as was the spirit corpse. The mastermind behind it all is the same person... And you infiltrated Seireitei and have been lying low ever since, all for the sake of taking my head?"

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Yamamoto."

Even though it was just a spirit corpse, Jushiro Ukitake remained polite.

"But that's war; there's no room for sentimentality."

"The thirteenth team is currently overwhelmed with its own problems, and all the team leaders have been dispersed. No one will be able to come to their aid in the short term."

The spirit of Unohana said softly, "This is undoubtedly the best time."

"Don't blame us, old man."

Yizhou Tongsheng smiled confidently.

"Humph……"

Yamamoto's long white eyebrows trembled slightly, as if he were excited but it looked more like a smile.

"Naive... Naive to the point that I almost laughed out loud... So, the newly created spirit skeletons are only at the level of toddlers in terms of intelligence?"

To actually try to kill me—as a disciple and old friend who knows me well, isn't that incredibly foolish!

All things in the universe have turned to ashes!

【Ryujin Jakka】!

boom! ! !

Yamamoto's deep voice could resound through the sky, and the blazing flames instantly engulfed the entire barracks.

But at the same time, the ancient buildings turned to ashes in the high temperature, the ground cracked, the air was distorted, and even the sky was dyed crimson.

However, amidst this sea of ​​fire, three figures remained unmoved.

"[Waves become my shield, lightning becomes my blade!]"

Ukitake's Zanpakuto emitted a ghostly blue light, then formed two swords resembling twin fish carp, which, like bottomless pits, devoured all the oncoming flames and then released them through the other side of the twin swords.

However, this is a drop in the ocean compared to Yamamoto's initial release.

To be honest, Pisces Koi's ability is particularly effective against Kido-type Zanpakuto like Yamamoto's... but unfortunately, the difference in scale between the two is too great, and Ukitake can only manage to protect himself.

Just then, Kiryu's voice came from behind: "It's too much for the two of you to fight against the Captain-Commander. Let me lend a hand!!"

Whoosh!

Countless spiritual threads shot out from her fingertips, connecting to the backs of Ukitake and Unohana, piercing through their clothes and entering their bodies. The next moment, their spiritual pressure instantly expanded, and their aura directly rivaled that of Yamamoto!

—A temporary soul!

Kiryu Hikifune developed this technique to create temporary souls and then place them inside what appears to be a Shinigami (death god), thereby temporarily enhancing their combat abilities!

Of course, in the plan for the captain of the 12th Division, we also need to think about how to develop a gentler "injection method", such as through eating.

However, since they are spirit remains and don't care about their physical bodies, Kiryu Hikifune used his best skills to significantly increase the spiritual pressure of Ukitake and Unohana.

boom!

Ukitake crossed his twin swords, unleashing a more ferocious backlash from the flames he had previously absorbed. Unohana charged forward like a ghost, her crimson blade aimed straight for Yamamoto's vitals.

"boom!"

Yamamoto was forced to take a half step back, and the ground beneath his feet collapsed with a crash. He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the spirit of his former beloved disciple—no, it should be said that it was the spirit that perfectly replicated Ukitake's strength.

"interesting."

He slowly straightened up and sheathed Ryujin Jakka. "It seems that I... have no choice but to get serious."

Chojiro Sasaki suddenly appeared out of nowhere and advised, "Captain-Commander! This is the heart of Seireitei!"

"I know."

His voice was deep and thunderous, “But some prices… must be paid.”

Ukitake's spirit body suddenly changed color: "Oh no! He's going to—"

"[卍解 residual fire sword]"

The world seemed to stand still at that moment!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no overwhelming flames. Only Yamamoto's Zanpakuto, now charred black, and the suddenly dry air around them.

"Eastern Rising Sun Blade".

Yamamoto slowly swung his sword, the movement as light as brushing dust off his sleeve. Yet, wherever the blade passed, the space itself was scorched with a dark crack.

With just one strike, neither Ukitake nor Unohana dared to take it head-on, and they quickly dodged with Shunpo. Suddenly, the ground beneath their feet cracked open, and a huge amount of soil and rocks in the crack disappeared into thin air!

"Xi Canri Prison Clothes."

The blazing white flames transformed into armor, covering Yamamoto's entire body, instantly burning away the threads that were trying to absorb his spiritual pressure.

"The northern sky and earth are completely ashen."

The Blazing Blade was raised high above his head, and the entire sky of Seireitei changed color. If this strike were to land, most of the First Division's territory would probably disappear from the map.

The three spirit remains finally showed expressions of terror. They retreated in unison, attempting to form a defensive formation—

"stop!"

As a dark shadow fell, a clear, cold voice suddenly pierced the sky. Aizen Iori's figure plummeted into the battlefield like a meteor, and Meikyō Shisui precisely blocked the attack between Yamamoto and the spirit body.

"Teacher, why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? I can handle this small matter."