In Soul Society, I just want to retire

Yamabuki Ditang grabbed the documents on the table and slapped him on the head. "Are you trying to shirk responsibility? Your subordinates drank and fell asleep, and as a team leader, how could you not know?"

The team leader was trembling all over and lowered his head. He knew that at this point, no matter what he said, it would be of no use.

I don’t know what kind of punishment will come next.

"Don't keep your head down. Go back and write me a self-criticism. I'll also fine you one month's salary. I can tell this isn't the first time this has happened. Go back and rectify it. If this happens again, it won't just be a matter of deducting your salary." Shanbuki Ditang's tone was icy.

The Soul Society has been at peace for too long, and many young Shinigami have gradually forgotten their duties.

The team leader finally felt relieved. Fortunately, it was only one month's salary that was deducted, so he could still bear it.

"Don't worry, Chief of Staff, this kind of thing will never happen again." The team leader said firmly.

"You too, stop gloating. Look at how disgraceful you are. The Death God Gotoi Thirteen is not a place where you can just eat and wait for death." Yamabuki Ditang shouted at the others. The other patrol team leaders nodded hurriedly. They also knew that this matter was temporarily over.

"Okay, let's go back!" After Yamabuki Detang drove away these negligent Shinigami, he saw Aizen waiting outside.

"Teacher." Aizen looked at Yamabuki Detang, with a strange gleam in his eyes.

"Why are you in my office if you're not going to catch the murderer?" asked Yamabuki Ditang.

Aizen looked at his teacher with a smile: "Do you even need to ask? A Shinigami was killed this morning, and you were assassinated in the evening! I can guarantee with my own life that this must have been done by the same group of people. You were so close to the assassin, you must know something, right! And... I really can't imagine what kind of ability that assassin has to escape from you and Captain Unohana. If he escaped with real ability, I request to cancel this mission. I don't want to die in vain."

Yamabuki Ditang couldn't help but roll his eyes at this little rascal.

"Although I was not injured, I lost a very precious thing. Yanluo Jingdian, once the heirloom sword of the Tsunamiyo family. Later, due to some relationship, this sword fell into my hands, but just last night, the assassin stole Yanluo Jingdian." Yamabuki Ditang directly said a very important information.

Aizen frowned, "Are you saying that the assassin last night was most likely a remnant of the Tsunayashiro family?"

"Are you so sure?" Yamabuki Ditang looked at his disciple.

"Yes, that's for sure. You once said that Yanluo Jingdian's ability can copy the Shikai ability of Zanpakutō, which is a very powerful weapon. But it also has side effects. It will shorten your lifespan, and it is irreversible, right?" Aizen said.

"Yes."

"This sword, the Kagami no Kagami, was once the most precious treasure of Tsunayashiro's family. Not many Shinigami have heard of the name of this sword. But according to what you said, the assassin's purpose was very clear, and he went directly for the Kagami no Kagami, which means that the assassin understood the power of the Kagami no Kagami. Combining the above characteristics, either this person is from the Tsunayashiro family, or this person has a very close relationship with the former Tsunayashiro family." Aizen's analysis was very logical.

"The Tsunayashiro family was exterminated hundreds of years ago. If there are any remnants left, they must hate the Gotei 13 very much, so it is understandable that they would do these things."

He is worthy of being his apprentice. He can deduce the general situation based on such a small clue. Yamabuki Ditang also suspected that the assassin last night was related to the Tsunayashiro family.

"Now that you have a clue, why don't you investigate it quickly?" Yamabuki Detang waved his hand and asked Aizen to investigate the case.

"Teacher, since you know how powerful Yanluo Jingdian is, why did you give this sword to me? Wouldn't this increase the difficulty of my mission?" Aizen looked like he had a headache.

"Although the Yanluo Jingdian is powerful, every time it is used, it will shorten one's lifespan. No one would joke with their own lifespan unless it is absolutely necessary." Yamabuki Ditang said nonchalantly. Now he is the only one in the entire Soul Society who can use the Yanluo Jingdian perfectly without any side effects.

Aizen looked at his extremely unreliable teacher and could only sigh helplessly. Whether he could catch the murderer depended entirely on whether his plan tonight could succeed.

......

Late at night.

The weather is very bad tonight, with dark clouds covering the sky. There is not a trace of light on the vast snowy ground. Even the god of death would feel panic in the endless darkness.

The residential area was dead silent, and the ordinary residents here should have fallen asleep.

But at this moment, the roar of a wild beast broke the silence, and a hollow appeared in the small village.

The roar woke the villagers up one after another. Seeing the monster rushing around, the villagers showed expressions of despair on their faces.

It is impossible for ordinary people to defeat Xu, and how could the God of Death come to save them at this point in time.

For a moment, the small village was in chaos.

At the critical moment, a Grim Reaper rushed over with a knife in his hand, fought with Xu for three hundred rounds, and finally killed Xu with great difficulty.

The one who killed Xu was none other than Kuchiki Hibiki.

He must "get into a tough fight" and make others misunderstand his true strength, so that the killer hiding in the dark will have a chance to show up.

The Grim Reaper was already guarding the surroundings. Knowing that the enemy had appeared, his companions would capture the murderer as quickly as possible.

But until the end of the battle with Xu, Kuchiki Hibiki did not see anyone else appear.

Chapter 165: Kuchiki Hibiki vs. the Mysterious Man

"Ahem, ahem, these people are too cold-hearted, aren't they? I'm their savior, yet they don't even leave me a place to live!" Kuchiki Xianghe was complaining about the villagers. He had worked so hard to repel the Hollow, but these villagers were still very wary of him.

After all, no one is willing to take in a person with a knife. Most villagers will not be disgusted when they see the Grim Reaper, but they will inevitably be wary.

In this way, Xiumu Xianghe came to a dilapidated temple in the distance alone. It was strange that although these people were obviously dead, they wanted to place their spirits on some empty gods.

There is no Buddha or God in this world, only the terrifying Hollow and the God of Death who fights against it.

"Is anyone there?" Kuchiki Hibiki pushed open the door of the Arrancar, and a chill hit him in the face. There was no sense of relief in this damn place.

In the end, Xiumu Xianghe could only find some dry grass and light it with the fire he carried with him to keep warm.

Because he didn't know when the killer would arrive, Kuchiki Xianghe didn't dare to drink. He was alert to his surroundings. Although he knew that his companions were guarding him, most of the time he could only rely on himself.

The first half of the night was very peaceful, and Kuchiki Xianghe almost fell asleep. However, in the second half of the night, Kuchiki Xianghe heard a very light sound of footsteps. Almost in an instant, he became alert and held the knife in his hand.

"Oh! My luck is so good that I can actually meet someone in this dilapidated temple!" A fox-like voice came.

The sound was sharp and cunning, making people feel very uncomfortable. Xiumu Xianghe broke out in a sweat on his back. This person's appearance was too strange, as if he appeared suddenly without any sound.

Seeing Xiumu Xianghe's vigilant look, the man looked at him with a smile, sat down next to the fire very familiarly, stretched out his hand and started to warm himself by the fire.

Kuchiki Hibiki noticed the other person's hands, which were slender and long, and people who usually use fast swords have hands of this shape.

"Don't look at me with such a scary look. I'm a very timid person." The man looked at Kuchiki Xianghe with a smile.

Kuchiki Hibiki continued to look at the man in front of him and found that he was wearing two swords.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" asked Kuchiki Xianghe coldly.

The man roasted himself by the fire and looked at Kuchiki Hibiki with a smile. "Don't you know exactly why I'm here? Of course I'm here to kill someone! Isn't your purpose to lure me out?"

Kuchiki Hibiki didn't expect that the other party would reveal his cards directly. He instantly drew out his Zanpakuto and took out a flare and shot it into the sky.

The man said calmly, "Don't waste your energy. I've already killed all the Shinigami lying in ambush around here, including the vice-captain Aizen Sosuke. I thought he was some kind of expert, but I didn't expect him to die so easily."

Kuchiki Hibiki felt a strong chill, and a sudden fear rose in his heart. Aizen? Dead?

"I heard that this Aizen is the disciple of your Chief of Staff, and he is very valued. I wonder what his expression was when he saw the corpse of his disciple placed in front of him." The man laughed even more happily.

Kuchiki Hibiki gripped his Zanpakutō tightly, sweat dripping down his forehead. What on earth was going on? We were the Hunters, so how could the situation suddenly reverse?

"I have to say, the abilities of your Zanpakutō and Aizen Sosuke's Zanpakutō are both very interesting." The man drew his own Zanpakutō: "Enough of the nonsense, Death God, prepare to die!"

Although Kuchiki Hibiki's forehead was covered in sweat, he remained extremely calm: "Let your companions come out!"

The man looked at Kuchiki Hibiki with some curiosity: "How did you know I have a companion?"

"It is impossible for one person to kill so many people silently in a short time, not to mention that there is a strong man like Vice Captain Aizen among them. So you must have cooperated with multiple people." Kuchiki Hibiki analyzed.

The man clapped his hands. "As expected of the elite members of the Kuchiki family, they still have such a head formidable mind even in such a desperate situation!"

In an instant, many men in black appeared around. These men in black were dressed a bit like Xing Jun from the second squad. Only a pair of eyes were exposed, and their eyes were cold and without any emotion. They were the most perfect killing machines.

"These people are all the death warriors I have carefully trained over the years. Each of them is very powerful. Don't worry, I will hang your corpse at the gate of Soul Society." The man waved his hand proudly, and more than a dozen men in black attacked at the same time.

In an instant, more than a dozen Zanpakuto formed a large net, as if to grind Kuchiki Hibiki into pieces.

Facing the enemy's attack, Kuchiki Hibiki did only one thing: "Whisper, Muramasa."

In an instant, all the men in black lost control of their Zanpakuto and pierced their own necks with their backhands.

The man's pupils contracted instantly and he quickly took two steps back.

"Huh? What are you afraid of? Don't you know the power of my Zanpakuto?" Kuchiki Hibiki solved all the enemies without bloodshed and instantly regained his confidence.

It seems that there are not many reapers in this world who can achieve the state of "closing their minds", but the powerful ones have all been encountered by myself.

"Your Zanpakuto..." The man's expression was stiff. He had never expected that there would be such a terrifying ability in this world.

He can actually control other people's Zanpakutō.

"There's no other way!" The man regained his previous playful look and took out a Zanpakuto without a blade. It was Yan Luo Jingdian.

Kuchiki Hibiki hurriedly used Muramasa to control Yan Luo Jingdian, but failed.

"This is the most powerful Zanpakutō in the world. You should feel honored to die under this sword." The man laughed crazily, his eyes drifting towards Yanluo Jingdian with a hint of fear in his eyes. He knew the side effects of Yanluo Jingdian, but there was nothing he could do now.

"The strongest? Are you kidding? I only know that the Zanpakuto known as the oldest and strongest is the captain-general's Ryujin Jakka..." Before Kuchiki Hibiki finished his words, the man raised the Yanra Kagami in his hand.

"Is this the sword you're talking about? Everything in the universe will return to dust, and the blade will flow like fire!"

Dozens of meters of flames shot up into the sky. The scorching air waves made Xiumu Xianghe retreat continuously, and a look of fear appeared in his eyes.

Why can this man use the captain's Ryujin Jakka! This doesn't make sense!

Before he could recover from the shock, the fire dragon pounced on him with its fangs and claws bared.

Muramasa was unable to control Yanluo Jingdian, and instantly turned into an ordinary white sword. Facing the attack of Ryujin Jakka, Kuchiki Hibiki suddenly turned into a roasted rabbit, jumping up and down.

"Hahaha! Such terrifying power! You're worthy of being the strongest god of death in a thousand years! But, it's not over yet! Turn it around, Silver Angel."

Chapter 166: When did you have the illusion that I didn’t use the illusion of flowers in the mirror and moon in the water?

"Silver Angel?" Kuchiki Hibiki looked at the man with vigilance and slowly moved his body back. If he remembered correctly, this should be the Chief of Staff's Zanpakutō.

"Oh no, what is the ability of the Chief of Staff's Zanpakuto?" Kuchiki Hibiki thought for a long time but couldn't remember.

"You are indeed still too young. From your expression, I can tell that you have no idea what this Zanpakutō is capable of." The man brandished the silver blade with a smug look on his face. "Throughout history, there have been many powerful Zanpakutō, but in every field, there is one that is the strongest. The strongest fire-type Zanpakutō is Ryujin Jakka, the most violent Zanpakutō is Kaishan Dankai, wielded by the current 11th Division Captain, Chiyan Youka Sakura, the fastest Zanpakutō is Kinhong, wielded by the fourth-generation swordsman, Yagami Shirokawa, and the Zanpakutō with the strongest defense is Tiejia Ganglin, wielded by the fifth-generation swordsman, Hyakkiji."

Listening to the other party listing the abilities of each captain, Kuchiki Hibiki felt something was wrong. Even he, the god of death, didn't know the abilities of previous captains, so how did the man in front of him know?

The man continued chattering while holding the Silver Angel. "If there's a Zanpakutō with the strangest power in the world, it's definitely this one. It's the Zanpakutō of the Chief of Staff of the Gotei 13. It's rumored that this Zanpakutō can control time and space. It's simply the most outrageous power in the world."

"Control...time and space? Are you kidding me! How could there be such an outrageous power in this world?" When Kuchiki Hibiki thought of the description of this ability, he got goosebumps all over his body.

So far, as far as he knows, no Zanpakutō can perfectly control time and space.

There are very few even pure space-type Zanpakutō, and there is no time-type Zanpakutō at all.

But now, the Zanpakutō in the enemy's hand could actually be out of control!

Why is that uncle who has been working in clerical work for many years so strong?

This is no longer a question of whether or not we can fight, now we have to find a way to survive desperately.

The opponent might just swing the blade lightly and your head will fall to the ground.

The man held the Silver Angel in both hands, his expression extremely arrogant: "Young man, everything is over, space cutting!"

The Silver Angel burst out with silver light.

However, just when the man thought he could easily cut off the other person's head, the spiritual pressure in his body suddenly burst out at an unimaginable speed and was madly devoured by the knife in his hand.

In just one or two seconds, all the spiritual pressure in the man's body was drained by the Silver Angel, without a trace left!

The man's face looked like he had been caught in a 108-count gang in the red-light district.

You can tell at a glance that it is severe kidney deficiency.

"Pfft!"

The man knelt down limply, his upper body hitting the ground with a thud, his butt still sticking out!

Kuchiki Hibiki was startled, thinking it was some outrageous trick, and watched the man's movements nervously.

The two men remained in a stalemate for a full minute, and the man began foaming at the mouth.

"What the hell is going on?" Kuchiki Hibiki looked puzzled. Did he accidentally get an upset stomach? And it exploded during the fight?

It shouldn't be a case of just diarrhea, right?

If you can let go of your face and pull and hit at the same time, you might even be able to enchant your weapon!

Xiumu Xianghe picked up a small stone from the ground and quietly threw it over, hitting the man in the face. The man didn't move at all, but his whole body kept twitching. It looked like he would die in the next second if he was not rescued.

Even if all the spiritual pressure in his body was added together, he could not use the Silver Angel to cut him with a single blow. Moreover, because the knife was still in his hand, any spiritual pressure generated in his body would be drained away. Any spiritual pressure generated would be drained away!

Is it such a miserable word?

"Knife... Knife..." The man tried very hard to loosen his fingers, but he had no strength at all. His spiritual pressure was still being sucked away. If this continued, he would probably die in two or three minutes at most.

At the critical moment of life and death, a foot kicked over and hit the man's wrist, kicking Yan Luo Jingdian away. The man's condition improved and he took a deep breath!

Despite this, he had already lost the strength to fight. After he recovered a little, when he opened his eyes to see who saved his life, he almost peed his pants with fright.

Because the person standing in front of him was actually a dead person.