I Bound Aizen

Mikami Yu also looked over from a distance and grinned at him.

"Ho... He's really a sharp boy."

Obana smiled.

A man with gray hair walked over with an expression as if he was awake.

"You are all quite energetic...but I can't."

"I lost consciousness and was confused for hundreds of years. I can hardly remember who I am."

Hearing this, the twin-pony-tailed Shinigami snorted and pinched his waist with both hands.

"Don't say hundreds of years, even if it's thousands or tens of thousands of years, I won't lose myself!"

"It seems like something you can do."

The gray-haired Death smiled bitterly.

On the ground, Yamamoto leaned on crutches with both hands and looked at the figures appearing in the sky.

Beside him, Takuchojiro couldn't help but sigh.

"Your Excellency Yuan Liuzhai, it is indeed them."

"Hmm... I feel a little complicated when I meet old friends."

Yamamoto shook his head slightly.

Quebu smiled: "Don't worry about it, Your Excellency Yuanliuzhai, I have been standing by and watching you all the way."

"You are worthy of anyone, and everyone must think so."

"Although the swords must be facing each other, that is only a requirement of Hell's will, not what everyone wants."

Hearing this, Yamamoto looked over in surprise.

When did this Quebu, who had been by his side for more than two thousand years and had always been calm and taciturn, become so eloquent?

As if he guessed what Yamamoto was thinking, Takube straightened his collar and said with a smile:

"This is something I slowly figured out after watching you get along with Mr. Mikami."

snort…

Yamamoto withdrew his gaze.

One or two of them were infected by that stupid boy.

In the sky, a man with short silver hair, brown skin, and an orange scarf came out.

"Ahem...Hey, can you hear me?"

He concentrated his spiritual pressure on his throat, creating an amplification effect.

"I am Senhi Shifengin, captain of the second division!"

"The Yamamoto of Team 1 is no longer here, so I will temporarily serve as the boss!"

Yamamoto: “…”

It's okay if I'm not here anymore.

He is obviously alive, and those idiots above are all dead. Why do he make it sound like he is dead?

There was also a commotion in heaven.

"Idiot Qianri, where are you the boss?!"

"Yes, Captain Yamamoto is no longer here, but I am still here!"

"Haha, I already knew how to **** while you were peeing in the street. Of course this boss belongs to me!"

"Nonsense, I am the boss!"

The seemingly united organization suddenly faced collapse.

Just then, a voice sounded:

"Everyone! We are facing a formidable enemy, no civil strife!"

"Let's do this. Let's fight each other. Whoever stands here last will be the boss. How about that?"

Hearing this, Sifengyuan Qianri nodded: "I think it will work."

The twin-tailed man also grinned: "Not bad!"

The brown-haired man was about to speak when he suddenly realized something.

Who made that suggestion just now?

Why haven't I heard the sound at all?

He turned to look in the direction of the sound.

They saw that at some point, a person had moved a chair and sat next to them!

"I'll go, Mikami Yu!"

Seeing the appearance of the visitor, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Mikami Yuu sat on the big animal skin seat, stepped on the spirit pedal, and crossed his legs.

"Mikami Yuu?"

"No, no, there's something wrong with your title."

Under the surprised gazes of the first-generation captains, Mikami Yuu grinned.

"Please call me, my talent is unparalleled in ancient and modern times, my appearance leads the times, my wisdom is astounding, and I am the strongest captain in the Soul Society, Yu Mikami!"

For a moment, the first-generation captains were in a daze.

Shikatori Baunsai closed his eyes and held his forehead.

Let’s not talk about wisdom or not. It is truly shocking to the world.

Sifengyuan was happy for a thousand days.

"Interesting, this guy has a bit of my style."

"Boy, my name is Sifengyuan Qianhi. Can I make friends?"

Hearing this, Mikami Yuu looked at him.

After looking at Sifengyuan Qianni's appearance, he grinned.

"You may not be able to make friends, but your elders can recognize you."

"ah?"

Sifengyuan Qianri was stunned.

What's the meaning?

Mikami Yu smiled and said: "The head of the Sihoin family of this generation, Sihoin Yoruichi is my girlfriend."

"Although we haven't gotten married yet, we are basically committed."

"Your surname is Sifengyuan, and you look similar to Ye Yi. You must be my elder."

As soon as these words came out, Sifengyuan Qianri became angry.

"You thief, how dare you attack my granddaughter!"

"Today I will definitely behead you here to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

He yelled, rushed towards Yu Mikami, and punched him.

Seeing Mikami Yuu and Shifouin Senhi struggling, the first-generation captains fell silent.

Before coming, this was clearly not what they had envisioned.

The first-generation captain returns to Soul Society. Doesn't this bring a lot of pressure and a lot of coolness?

Why did the style of painting fall apart as soon as it started?

For a moment, the blood pressure of the first-generation captains rose.

Shifengyuan Senhi was punched in the face by Mikami Yuu, causing a swelling.

He gritted his teeth and was about to fight back when he felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

He held his stomach and looked to the side in surprise.

It was seen that Shikatori Batunsai had freed his Zanpakutō at some point and transformed into the posture of a long naginata.

She smiled and stabbed Shifouin Sennichi in the stomach with the end of the naginata handle:

"Captain Shifengyuan, the battle between Mr. Mikami and I is not over yet. It is not allowed to jump in line."

"Why cut in line? Didn't you hear? My granddaughter..."

"Captain Sifengyuan, you are already a dead person, so stay away from the affairs of the living."

The smile on Shikatori Ba Yunzhai's face disappeared, and with a single movement of his hand, he sent Sifengyuan Senni flying out.

Then, she looked at Yu Mikami.

"Mr. Mikami, let's continue the last battle."

"This time, I will not let the will of **** take over my body, and I will decide the winner with you!"

As she spoke, she glanced sharply, held a long naginata in her hand, and struck Yu Mikami with a leap.

Under the huge impact, the two of them fell directly from the sky together, creating a large cloud of smoke on the ground.

Looking at the direction the two were leaving, the gray-haired man scratched his hair.

"It would have been easier just to go together just now, but now it's become more troublesome."

He drew his Zanpakutō and grinned.

On the ground, figures one after another rushed up, dragging long rays of spiritual pressure.

The gray-haired man smiled and said:

"Since this is a battle between the first-generation captain and the current captains, let's save the trouble and just fight with our own division."

Hearing this, several other people nodded.

Everyone is a little curious about what their successor will be like.

The gray-haired man swung his Zanpakutō in a majestic manner.

He is the captain of the first generation 4th Division, Shishima Chigiri.

Before fighting the Invisible Empire, there was no clear division of functions among the various teams.

Basically, all divisions are in charge of combat.

After defeating Yhwach, the division of labor among the various teams began.

The function of the Fourth Division is medical rescue.

His successor, not surprisingly, is a strong man in the medical field.

What can a mere medical **** of death do to me?

Finish the fight quickly and go help others.

Thinking of this, he smiled and looked down, looking for his target.

Soon, he discovered the person wearing the "four" feather fabric.

However, when he saw the other party's appearance, the smile on his face froze instantly.

"Mao, Mao no flower eight thousand streams?!"

"Why is this God of Death the captain of the Fourth Division?! What a joke!"

"Did the Gotei 13 team change its configuration and the fourth team become a combat team?"

"Hey! Who among you... can come and change with me? I don't want to fight the flowers of Mao!"

The twin-tailed **** of death grinned at him:

"Shijima, fight your own division. This is what you personally requested."