Death: This Death is not serious

"Okay, we've had enough fun."

Aozaki Mayu casually glanced at the dungeon hall that had turned into a ruin, and took out a rare well-preserved pill from his clothes.

He licked his tongue, raised his head and put the pill into his mouth, grinning, showing a mouthful of white teeth, biting it crisply.

"Everyone... Thank you for risking your lives to fight with me. This battle makes me very happy!"

"Looking forward to seeing you next time, I hope you can become stronger next time."

Aozaki Mayu stepped on a boulder with one foot, panting for a long time before catching his breath, and it only took a moment for his spiritual power to be replenished.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, stared at the prisoners lying on the ground in front of him, and turned to walk towards the door.

After leaving the dungeon, Aozaki Mayu turned his head to look at the god of death guarding the dungeon.

"Go and turn on the video worms in the dungeon."

"Yes."

A Shinigami looked at him worshipfully, nodded, and ran towards the monitoring room.

"Lord Aozaki."

Another Shinigami suddenly stepped forward and shouted respectfully.

"What's the matter?" Aozaki Mayu frowned and asked in confusion.

"The captain and Ichimaru Kyushu came just now and said that the Shin'o Academy of Spiritual Arts was attacked, and the Central 46th Office ordered support."

"I know."

Aozaki Mayu touched his chin, nodded with a clear mind.

Leaving the maggot nest, Aozaki Mayu took two team members and rushed to the Shin'o Academy of Spiritual Arts.

He opened the door and walked out leisurely as if he was going on an outing with his classmates.

The moment the door closed, the Soul Society fell into a deathly silence.

Aozaki Mayu walked for a long time, and his steps gradually slowed down.

Looking at the two patrolling Shinigami holding lanterns not far away, he frowned.

Mayu was no stranger to the Seireitei at night. Many of the things he wanted to do needed the night to cover up his sins.

Perhaps it was the common sense of his previous life that was at work. He always felt that it was safer to do bad things at night.

This sounds a bit self-deceptive, but this unreasonable cognition did bring him more sense of security in the dark night.

But... tonight, he felt a little strange.

"What do these guys mean by standing there? Are they lazy?" Aozaki Mayu said casually, but his muscles were already tense, ready to fight at any time.

He could still distinguish between patrolling reapers and guarding reapers.

He also knew the difference between the living and the dead.

The air was terrifyingly quiet.

The two people in the distance were clearly standing there, but they didn't feel alive at all.

The seemingly teasing words made the two secret mobile members hiding in the dark also notice something.

They stopped moving, held their breath, and lay on the roof to observe the surroundings carefully.

After a long while, feeling the breeze blowing on his body, Aozaki Mayu finally found the familiar feeling.

Night is indeed a good time to do bad things.

He glanced at the sky covered by dark clouds, and slowly placed his hand on the hilt of the knife.

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"Is this a patrolling reaper?!"

"Damn it, who dares to commit a crime in the Soul Society!"

"Their bodies have not yet turned into spirits, the perpetrators must still be nearby!"

While shouting, several patrolling reapers holding lanterns ran in the direction of the bloodstains.

However, just after turning a corner, several black shadows suddenly fell from the sky.

They wore black masks, night clothes that blended into the night, and exuded a mysterious atmosphere.

The cold light flashed and disappeared.

Puff! Puff!!

Accompanied by the sound of blood spraying, the patrolling reapers screamed and fell to the ground one after another.

Similar scenes are constantly being played out in various places in the Sixth Division, where the boundary between life and death becomes blurred.

In front of the Sixth Division's barracks, a night watchman stared with horror at the blade flashing coldly in the air.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The man was wrapped in bandages and held his Zanpakutō high, with a sharp blade.

Swish! !

As the blade swung, the black-clad man in the air softened and blood spurted out.

The attacker, who fell to the ground and was still gasping, was immediately controlled by the Death God behind him.

He turned his head and said gently: "Are you not injured?"

"You are... Vice Captain Kuchiki!?" The Death God came back to his senses and nodded repeatedly in surprise: "Yes... Yes, I'm fine! Thank you so much, Vice Captain Kuchiki!"

Kuchiki Sojun nodded.

At this time, a death god came to Kuchiki Sojun and whispered in his ear:

"Vice-captain, come over and take a look."

Kuchiki Sojun asked in confusion: "What happened, Ginjiro Sanshi?"

"The attacker committed suicide"He hid the poison in his mouth beforehand." Gin Gin Jiro replied, "By the time we found out, the poison had already taken effect. He died completely after struggling for a while."

Kuchiki Sojun listened to Gin Gin Jiro's report in a bit of astonishment, then his eyes moved slightly, and his expression became weird little by little.

He had already discovered something was wrong.

After years of fighting with the rebels, he knew clearly that there was no assassination team among the rebels.

The rebels, like the death gods of the Gotei 13, were keen on fighting with swords.

This peculiar way of killing in the Gotei 13 made him think of two kinds of people.

One is naturally the secret maneuver known for assassination.

The other is the death warriors raised by the nobles.

As a model of the nobility, the Kuchiki family naturally would not raise death warriors.

Due to the good family tradition, each family member strictly disciplines himself and advocates direct force confrontation. They simply disdain to do sneak attacks and will not rely on unreliable force.

Compared to They believed in their own strength more because they could not rely on the military power of others.

However, as a noble, Kuchiki Sojun knew that many nobles would raise death warriors.

Death warriors were regarded as important military support by some nobles, and they also helped them do some shady things.

The fighting style of these invaders made him wonder whether there were nobles involved in the rebel attack this time.

Kuchiki Sojun and Gin Ginjiro could not help but look at each other, and for a moment, a bad premonition filled their hearts.

The scene of being severely injured in the last attack was still vivid in his mind, and the wounds on his body had not yet fully healed.

If he had not met Aozaki Mazuki and Shifengyuan Yoruichi, Kuchiki Sojun would have died in that rebellion suppression operation, and would not have survived until now.

"Have similar situations occurred in other districts?" Kuchiki Sojun frowned and asked.

Gin Ginjiro shook his head, "I don't know, I haven't received any news from other districts. "

Kuchiki Sojun slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his brain started working quickly.

"If other districts have not been invaded, then the target of the 'rebels' action this time may not be the Maou Academy of Spiritual Arts."

"They have tried their best to attract the attention of the Gotei 13 to the Maou Academy of Spiritual Arts. The real target may be in the Sixth District!"

Gin Gin Jiro asked in confusion:

"But the Sixth District is the stationing area of ​​the Second and Sixth Divisions. The Second Division has already rushed to the Maou Academy of Spiritual Arts."

"Are those rebels targeting you again? If they send out a captain-level Shinigami again, it will be troublesome. Let's go find the captain quickly."