Pirates: Bleach Vice-Captain

Shiba Haiyan scratched Kuchiki Rukia's cheek with a sword, and blood dripped on the ground.

At this time, Shiba Haiyan smiled and said: "Kuchiki, I am very happy. If it were before, you would have died with my sword. Seeing the growth of my subordinates, as a commander, I am really happy."

And Lucia's face was full of doubts: "Why, why? What is real?"

Zhiba Haiyan's eyes narrowed: "What do you mean by the truth? It's all true. Do you think I'm a lie? I want to kill you. Is this so strange?"

Hearing this, Rukia sighed.

"I am Shiba Haiyan, the former vice-captain of Team Thirteen. I stayed in Hueco Mundo after merging with Hollow. You, Rukia Kuchiki, are the ones who killed me with your own hands. Now you know why I want to kill you, right?"

He said this, wiped the Zanpakutō in his hand, and said, "Kuchiki, are you prepared to die by my sword? Huh? I'm asking you, be prepared to be the one you kill. Are you ready to kill?"

After Lucia pondered for a moment, her eyes became firm: "Of course, but I can't die now. I did kill you by mistake. That kind of guilt will never be erased in my heart. If you kill me, If it can make you feel more comfortable, then I will be very happy. However, the reason I came to Hueco Mundo this time is to rescue Inoue Orihime. Before rescuing Orihime, I will never give up my life, no matter what you say."

"Forget it, just think I'm joking." Shiba Haiyan showed a nonchalant look again, "I'm joking with you. I did want to ask you to apologize, but I won't kill you just yet." Such a stupid idea, didn't I say? There is something only you can do."

"Huh?" Lucia looked at him with some confusion.

Shiba Haiyan continued: "If you really want to make it up to me, I hope you will do one thing, Kuchiki."

Lucia: "You want me to do something?"

Shiba Haiyan: "That's right, bring the heads of all your companions. Don't worry, you should know their abilities and weaknesses very well, right? It shouldn't be difficult as long as you catch them unprepared, right? In this way, when you Kill me and the matter can be wiped off."

Hearing this, Rukia's body trembled slightly.

Seeing her strange behavior, Shiba Haiyan asked: "What's wrong? Kuchiki?"

Lucia asked back: "Are you kidding this time?"

Shiba Haiyan said somewhat seriously: "Of course, how could it be a joke to hand over your companions to keep yourself alive?"

When she said this, Lucia looked angry: "Please stop insulting Master Haiyan?"

Shiba Haiyan: "Huh? What do you mean?"

Lucia said: "How could you be Lord Haiyan? Lord Haiyan would not test his subordinates with jokes, and he would not say the words you just said, so you definitely cannot be Lord Haiyan!"

"Huh? What are you talking about? I am Haiyan."

"Stop insulting that name!"

Lucia drew her sword angrily, "Let's dance! Sode Shirayuki!"

She suddenly released her Zanpakutō, and pieces of ice flowers scattered in the air.

Seeing this, "Shiba Haiyan" showed a sly smile——

the other side.

Suddenly, Abarajing frowned.

"What's wrong, Renji?" Seeing that something was wrong with him, Dondchaka asked.

"It's nothing, I think I just felt a strange smell..." Renji Abarai didn't finish his words.

Dongde Chaka said again: "What are you doing? Please don't scare me, okay? Even if you don't, I will be scared to death by you, huh?"

At this moment, the surroundings began to tremble violently.

Suddenly, a loud "boom" was heard, and a huge square pit appeared under the two people's feet, and they fell directly into it.

Fortunately, Abarai Renji had quick eyesight and quick hands. At that critical moment, Abarai grabbed Dondechaka and jumped away.

"Hahaha, it's really not easy. In that case, let me introduce myself." At this time, there was a hollow voice in the hall, and then a gentle man with blond hair and glasses jumped out of the square pit.

"I am Arrancar No. 8, Sal Apollo Granz!" The blond man introduced himself.

Hearing this, Abarai said with a serious face: "So you are the Jubashira, one of the ten people who command those Arrancars."

Grantz said: "Ah, don't be so serious. Although I am one of the Ten Blades, I am just a researcher."

Hearing this, Abarai directly pulled out his Zanpakutō: "I mean, you seem to have made a mistake, right? I didn't come here to chat with you, but to kill you. I don't care about you. Who is he? If you want to say it, let me say it while fighting. However, I will not show mercy."

"Swastika: Baboon King Sheweiwan!"

Suddenly, Abarai shouted loudly, his Zanpakutō swastika released, and his spiritual pressure surged.

But almost instantly, the baboon king was immediately disintegrated, as if he had never appeared before.

"How could this happen?" Abarajing was full of doubts.

Grantz smiled and said: "Look, it's all because you didn't listen to what I said. In this room, you can't use your swastika at all."

"Damn it." Abarai looked at his Zanpakutō in disbelief.

Grantz adjusted his glasses: "Ah, that's right. It's a good thing to say it to confirm it. For an idiot, this performance is already very good. And the information about your swastika, including its shape , ability, spiritual pressure, and the composition of the spiritual son. Based on this information, I set up a mechanism in this hall that can seal the swastika."

Abarai is still confused: "Information about my swastika? Only people who have experienced it personally will know that kind of thing. How do you know it?"

Grantz added: "My elder brother told me."

"What?" Abarei was puzzled.

"Again, my name is Sal Apollo Grantz and my oldest brother is Elfert Grantz," he said.

Ilfert Grantz, Arrancar No. 15, once fought against Renji Abarai in this world.

Having said this, Abarai remembered.

Sal Apollo had a sinister smile on his face: "Oh, you still remember that kind of trash, then I really want to thank you."

This guy actually said this about his brother.

Abarai frowned slightly and said, "From your tone, it seems that you don't intend to avenge your elder brother."

Regarding his words, Sal Apollo sneered: "You have such an idiotic idea. Do you think I will find you just for that reason?"

"Brother Shen!"

"Um!"

When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who it is.

There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.

To this.

Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.

It can be said.

Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.

The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.

Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.

Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.

Possessing the memory of a previous life.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.

Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.

At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.

Enter the attic.

The environment changes in vain.

The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.

There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.