The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

As we all know.

Among the entire Gotei 13th Division, only the Shinigami of the 11th Division has been captained by Kenpachi in all generations. He advocates martial ethics and fighting, and regards death in battle as a glorious destination.

Such a group of almost all fighting maniacs formed a fighting squad that would always be at the forefront of every battle. Its death rate remained high all year round, making it the highest in the entire Seireitei!

Therefore, the Shinigami from other divisions are generally very afraid of the people from Division 11, for fear of being caught by these idle lunatics and then being dragged to the training ground for a hearty battle.

"It's actually those crazy people!"

These gods of death all had shocked expressions on their faces, with a hint of fear in their expressions. They looked at Frank as if they were looking at a ghost.

"Then you check slowly, don't be in a hurry, let's go first, go quickly, go quickly!" Those gods of death pushed and turned around and ran away, not giving Frank a chance to speak.

"???"

Frank looked confused. He wanted to take the opportunity to get some information. Why did these guys all run away as soon as he reported his team name?

Looking at the backs of the group of people fleeing in panic, they disappeared from sight in a few breaths. The speed was staggering, as if they were "scared" by the name of the "11th Squadron".

"Am I that terrible?"

Frank scratched his nose, looked a little surprised, and whispered: "I just heard about the reputation of the 11th Squadron, and I ran so fast."

Even if the 11th Squadron is a combat force, it shouldn't be so feared by these gods of death, right?

and......

Why do those people describe the members of Squad 11 as ‘crazy’?

Thinking of this, Frank always felt a little uneasy, wondering if he had been tricked by Lord again.

"Hey~ do you know where the travel disaster is?"

Just when his mind was filled with random thoughts, a childish voice came from behind.

Frank's heart suddenly tightened and his pupils shrank slightly. Someone suddenly approached from behind, but he didn't notice it at all!

Being able to approach quietly means that this person is very strong.

After being slightly stiff for half a second, Frank slowly turned around and looked towards the source of the sound.

I saw a cute little loli with pink hair, sitting on the high wall opposite, dangling her two white legs, and looking at him with a pair of big, smart eyes that curved like crescent moons.

The little Lolita is wearing a Death King outfit with a Zanpakutō stuck in her waist. She is obviously a Death God. She also has an armband on her right arm, but due to the angle, the words on it cannot be seen.

It turned out to be a child...

Frank relaxed a little, thinking that even if this kid's spiritual pressure was stronger than him, it shouldn't be too difficult to fool him.

"Hello~ Are you listening?"

The little Loli waved her hand and asked again: "This vicious-looking uncle, do you know where the travel disaster is?"

Frank took a deep breath, shook his head with pretense of regret, and sighed: "I'm sorry, kid, I didn't see the travel disaster."

"kid?"

A trace of surprise suddenly flashed through the big watery eyes of the pink-haired little loli, and then she seemed to have thought of something. She tilted her head and looked at him with a cute expression: "Uncle, which division are you from?"

"Team 11."

Frank felt a faint sense of uneasiness, but he didn't know where it came from.

"That's it..."

The pink-haired little loli's eyes were like crescent moons, and she showed a sly smile: "Uncle, do you know which division I am from?"

"Which squad are you from?"

The uneasy premonition in his heart became stronger at this moment, prompting Frank to quietly take a step back, ready to escape at any time.

"I'm the deputy captain of the 11th Division, Yachiru Kusaka!" The pink-haired little loli grinned: "How come I haven't seen you before? Uncle."

Fake... bumped into the real owner!

This seemingly cute little loli is actually the deputy captain of the 11th Squadron, and he stupidly told the other party that he is a member of the 11th Squadron!

The secret is revealed!

Frank's pupils suddenly shrank. After realizing this, he raised his spiritual pressure without hesitation and concentrated it on the soles of his feet in an attempt to retreat and escape.

However!

Just when Frank was about to escape in an instant, a pair of strong hands suddenly stretched out from behind and pressed heavily on his shoulders.

A moment.

Huge pressure fell along the palm of his hand, as heavy as a mountain, forcing Frank's feet to sink directly into the ground, and his muscles and bones crackled like fried beans.

A suffocating and terrifying spiritual pressure spread like an endless abyss, covering Frank's entire body, making his scalp numb and cold sweat pouring down uncontrollably.

Frank turned his neck stiffly and looked at the owner of the hand behind him.

With a spiky hairstyle like a sea urchin, a golden bell hanging from each spike, a scar across the left face and a ferocious face, and a medieval pirate eyepatch on his right eye, this burly two-meter-tall man

A strong man who looks extremely tough and fierce.

This tall and burly man has an unsheathed Zanpakutō at his waist and a white haori draped over his body. The original sleeves seem to have been removed, with jagged cuts showing on the edges.

The front placket is wide open, and you can vaguely see the stab wounds all over the chest.

Just standing there, this man exuded an unruly and wild temperament from the inside out, and his sharp eyes were like a blade, scraping over him over and over again.

Thumb thump thump...

Frank felt like his hair was exploding. He took a few steps back, subconsciously trying to get away from that extremely dangerous man.

"Xiao Jian~ That's him!"

Kusaka Yachiru sat on the high wall, swinging his two white legs happily, waving to the burly man, and shouted with excitement: "This uncle is a travel disaster, and we were the first to find him."

Yo!"

"I know, Baqianliu."

In the man's ferocious eyes, there was a joy from the heart, and the fighting spirit was vaguely visible. A arrogant smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Hey, are you the strongest?"

"What...means?" Frank was stunned, not understanding the meaning of this sentence for a moment.

"I mean..."

The burly man grinned and said, "Are you the strongest among those travelers?"

"Probably...not the strongest."

Frank carefully chose a compromise answer. Although he didn't understand the reason why the other party asked this, he didn't want to expose his true situation.

"That's it..."

The fire in the eyes of the burly man dimmed visibly to the naked eye. He seemed to be very disappointed. In a tone full of disdain, he clicked his tongue and asked again: "Then who is the strongest guy among you?

who?"

"John Constantine."

Frank barely hesitated and sold his 'companion' faster than his instinctive reaction.

He was even afraid that the other party wouldn't recognize him, so he just threw a photo over and said without blushing or heartbeat: "That's him, the strongest one among us. His strength is said to be comparable to the captain."