Death: This Death is not serious

The report on Hitsugaya Toushirou's appointment as vice-captain was delivered to the First Division that evening.

Upon learning that Hitsugaya Toushirou had learned Bankai, most people felt the same as Urahara Kisuke.

The Shinigami found it unbelievable, but the facts before their eyes made them believe it.

How many captain-level strongmen are there in the 11th Division now?

In the First Division's dormitory, in the captain's office.

Chojiro Suzuki's eyes unconsciously turned to the leisurely old man beside him.

A trace of worry flashed across his face, and he whispered:

"Mister Genryusai, the power that the 11th Division now possesses is too strong."

"Junior Brother Shingetsu, Vice Captain Ichimaru, Vice Captain Zaraki, Vice Captain Hitsugaya, and Third Captain Kunami Haku..."

He paused, as if he was somewhat shocked by the lineup, and then said:

"Five captain-level masters have gathered in the 11th Division, and these are just the members of this team."

"In addition, Third Captain Yoruichi and Fourth Captain Soi-Fong, although they are not affiliated with the 11th Division, they follow Junior Brother Shingetsu as personal guards."

"In this way, there are a total of seven captain-level masters."

"Such strength has already exceeded the limit of an ordinary division."

Chief Suzuki Chojiro frowned and looked at Yamamoto worriedly.

He was not worried that Aozaki Shingetsu would do something treasonous.

But so many strong men with strange personalities gathered together, it was inevitable that something would happen.

However, Yamamoto did not respond to Chojiro Suzuki's concerns, but frowned slightly.

Junior Brother Mayu?

When did he become your junior brother?

When did you become my disciple?

Isn't this taking advantage of me? !

This is really outrageous!

I asked you to be my disciple.

You refused and insisted on being my assistant.

Do you regret it now?

No way!

Yamamoto picked up a cup of hot tea expressionlessly and took a sip slowly.

He gently put down the teacup and said leisurely:

"Chojiro, don't worry about this. Just treat it as a test for him."

"Test?"

Chojiro Suzuki was stunned, his face full of disbelief.

Under his gaze, Yamamoto slowly turned his head.

There was a hint of joy on the old man's face.

"Didn't he find all those little guys himself?"

"I'm so old now, do I have to clean up his mess?"

Yamamoto chuckled and continued:

"If he can't even control those little brats, what's the point of talking about the Gotei 13..."

"Let's take this opportunity to let me see his courage!"

A hint of expectation flashed in Yamamoto's eyes.

As soon as he said this, Chojiro Suzuki's face changed.

"Isn't it too early to say this now?"

"Sir Genryusai, could it be that you..."

Chjiro Suzuki seemed to be choosing his words, and he closed his mouth halfway through his words.

He subconsciously thought.

Yamamoto was so anxious because he had a premonition that his time was coming.

Compared with ordinary humans, the lifespan of a god of death can be said to be quite long.

But three thousand years is almost the limit.

And Yamamoto is now more than two thousand years old, a real old man.

Although he looks energetic every day, he fought countless battles when he was young and encountered many powerful enemies.

He is already covered in wounds, and he may not even last three thousand years...

When he thought of this, Chojiro Suzuki's heart tightened.

He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Yamamoto:

"Don't worry, Chojiro, I'm still strong!"

He glanced at Chojiro Suzuki:

"Don't believe it? If you don't believe it, let's practice together?"

"That's not necessary, I believe in you."

"If you want to practice, you should go to Vice Captain Zaraki."

Chojiro Suzuki shook his head hurriedly.

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"...Is this the strongest ice-type Zanpakuto that can control celestial phenomena?"

In a room covered with ice and snow, the figure of Aozaki Mayuki slowly emerged.

He was wearing a layer of armor formed by frost, cold and hard, as if integrated with the surrounding environment.

"It's definitely a Zanpakutō that can rival Ryujin Jakka."

Aozaki Mayu muttered to himself, with a hint of amazement in his eyes.

"Xiaobai can't show his due strength, it's all because of his own lack of ability!"

"Let Gin increase his training volume. He can't always be a half-assed person."

While speaking, Aozaki Mayu had already made a training plan for Hitsugaya Toushirou in his mind.

If Hitsugaya Toushirou knew that he had doubled his training volume for him, he would definitely thank him!

Aozaki Mayu was proudThinking about it, he felt particularly comfortable.

He put away his turbulent spiritual pressure.

The ice and snow that originally enveloped the entire room began to recede under his deliberate control.

The ice and snow gradually melted, but even the snow water could not be seen, as if it had never existed.

Looking at the laboratory that had been restored to its original state, Aozaki Mayu nodded with satisfaction.

He felt the remaining chill in the air, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

With this power, he didn't have to worry about destroying the world, and he could let go of his hands and feet.

"Next, it's time to get down to business."

Aozaki Mayu whispered.

He turned and left, leaving a back view to this silent laboratory.

Entering another laboratory with a huge interior space.

Aozaki Mayu looked at the huge double-eyed arm in front of him and walked forward step by step.

With every step, the flames around him seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force and slowly receded.

No flames could touch Aozaki Mayu's body.

Wherever he passed, the raging flames became unusually docile.

It was like a group of well-trained soldiers, obeying the general's command.

Not long after, Aozaki Mayu came to the huge double-eyed arm.

He stopped and stared quietly at the behemoth in front of him.

"Let me see how you can still struggle!"

He murmured in a low voice, quietly waiting for the residual heat of the flame to gradually dissipate.

When the last trace of the residual heat of the flame disappeared.

Aozaki Mayu took another step and walked towards the charred arm.

Without the containment of the flame, the arm began to regenerate rapidly at an amazing speed.

After many days of torture, Penida still had the power to use the holy text, which showed that Youhabach had not completely given up on it.

However, he did not send anyone to find Penida.

The reason for this may not only be because this space full of light sources cannot display the shadow field.

It is more likely that Youhabach still has concerns in his heart.

After all, he has not been fully resurrected, and it is not wise to officially fight the god of death.

Thinking of this, Aozaki Mazuki's palm slowly moved to the handle of Wanxiang Senluo's knife.

The next second.

Aozaki Mazuki swung the knife without hesitation.

The sharp blade drew an arc in the air and accurately slashed towards Penida!

Sword pressure!

The extremely sharp slashing wave with a violent wind suddenly shot out from the blade of Wanxiang Senluo.

This sword pressure brought unstoppable power and cut off the red nerves in front of it like surging waves.

It even split Penida's body in two!

The space seemed to be torn apart, forming a huge crack.

However, just when the sword pressure was about to touch the wall.

It suddenly turned into a soft airflow and dissipated quietly.

Aozaki Mazuki did not stop the action in his hand.

He swung the Ten Thousand Things Sen Luo again, and more sword pressure flew out.

After Penida activated the power of the Holy Word, his recovery ability became extremely strong.

Even if his body was broken, he could recover quickly.

Even broken fingers could be split.

Facing such an enemy, ordinary slashes could not kill it at all.

Of course, Aozaki Mayu could use the ghost power to completely eliminate Penida.

But in that case, he would not be able to get the left arm of the Soul King.

This was what had been giving him a headache before.