The First Captain in Hell

At the same time, the prayer flags emitted golden Reishi that stretched into the sky, forming a golden enclosed space that sealed Captain-Commander Yamamoto's corpse and the hole in Hell inside.

The hole continued to expand rapidly, until by the early morning of the fifth day, it had grown into more than a dozen holes the size of watermelons.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from inside—a skeletal hand. It grabbed the edge of the hole and yanked it violently, tearing the space apart like ripping cloth, revealing the Gates of Hell.

At this moment, the Gates of Hell, like a coffin lid, are parallel to the former Captain-Commander Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai.

The door slowly opened, and a peculiar aura pierced through the golden barrier and wafted out.

Even the captains standing at the very front couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines.

Tokoyo Misao casually waved his hand in the air.

He actually found the atmosphere somewhat warm.

The door was fully open.

A pair of enormous skeletal arms reached out from the door and grabbed Captain-Commander Yamamoto's corpse.

They were slowly dragged into the Gates of Hell.

Chapter 210 In Hell, the First Captain

The sky was blood red, as if it were a sea of blood formed by countless streams of blood, flowing slowly across the sky.

The surrounding area was littered with sharp, charred stones that emitted a foul, sulfurous odor.

There were also strange, white, Visored -like substances scattered around.

"Is this Hell?" Jūshirō Ukitake opened his eyes and looked around.

"But why did I regain consciousness?" he asked, somewhat puzzled.

When the Three Worlds were on the verge of collapse, he sought help from the Soul King's arm within his body, sacrificing his own life to stabilize the Three Worlds.

Death was something he had long accepted; he was aware of the Division Funeral Ceremony and understood that his body would be sent to Hell.

But why is it possible to regain consciousness after dying and arriving in Hell? I've never heard of such a thing.

However, this cannot be blamed on Ukitake. After all, no one in Soul Society has ever actually entered Hell, and none of those who entered Hell through the Division Funeral Ceremony have ever returned, so of course there would be no record of it.

Suddenly, he pressed his hand to his forehead, a pricking sensation stabbing his brain.

It didn't hurt much, but it was very uncomfortable. I couldn't scratch it, and it took a long time before I stopped.

Unbeknownst to him, several vertical black lines had appeared on his body and face.

"Are you awake, Jūshirō?" A familiar voice rang out.

Upon hearing the voice, Jūshirō Ukitake immediately widened his eyes and looked up, only to see a familiar, scarred figure come into view.

He asked incredulously, "Teacher, what are you doing here?"

Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai at this moment, wearing only tattered Shihakushō pants on his lower body.

He casually sat on a pile of rocks, his hands resting lightly on his knees, gazing ahead. "I have lost, but the Soul Society has not."

"That's right, Soul Society won in the end." A slightly playful voice rang out.

Jūshirō Ukitake looked over and was even more shocked. "Gin Ichimaru, what are you doing here?"

Gin Ichimaru spread his arms, his face showing a hint of helplessness. "The reason you're asking that is, of course, because I'm dead."

"Wait, your face." It was only then that Jūshirō Ukitake noticed a black line on Gin Ichimaru's face, running from his left eyebrow down to the tip of his nose and then to his chin. It looked like a twisted venomous snake, which was quite bizarre.

Moreover, the opponent was not wearing Captain's Haori or Shihakushō, and was also shirtless, with the stripes extending downwards all the way to his heart.

"Everyone's the same, look down." Gin Ichimaru held up his finger.

Jūshirō Ukitake looked down and noticed that there was also a black line on the spot where his heart was.

"So that's how it is. This thing is a mark of Hell, isn't it?"

"That's right, it should be a mark of Hell." Gin Ichimaru nodded.

He opened his eyes, his once azure pupils turning blood red, and his breathing became slightly heavier.

He stared intently at Ukitake and asked softly, "Doesn't Captain Ukitake feel anything else?"

"Other sensations?" Ukitake, somewhat puzzled. "Aside from a slight stinging sensation in my head at the beginning, I didn't feel anything else."

"As expected of my disciple. Since you have no other feelings, then prepare." Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto stood up, clenching his fists.

"Prepare what? Teacher, what are you talking about?" Ukitake was a little confused.

At this moment, Gin Ichimaru, who was standing next to him, also turned around, his gaze falling on the direction that Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto had been looking in, and said softly, "

It seems my willpower isn't that strong, but thankfully, I can still endure it.

Ukitake frowned, stood up, and immediately walked behind Yamamoto.

Although he didn't know what the situation was, it was clear that the teacher had adopted a fighting stance.

He immediately went on alert, asking in a low voice, "Gin Ichimaru, what are you talking about?"

Both Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto and Jūshirō Ukitake understood Gin Ichimaru, and to some extent, they even respected him more.

Because everything the other party did, although not for the Soul Society, was aimed at killing Aizen.

So even if they met in Hell, they still considered Gin Ichimaru one of their own.

Most importantly, since Yamamoto didn't make a move against Gin Ichimaru, it's even less likely that Ukitake would.

Gin Ichimaru's voice became somewhat hurried. "Ever since I woke up, my heart has been pounding. There's been a voice in my head that's driving me crazy, making me want to attack everything around me. I've been struggling to hold back."

"What?" Jūshirō Ukitake finally realized that it was highly likely that Gin Ichimaru's sanity had been eroded because of the Hell experience.

He nodded and said, "I see. Perhaps because my family values self-cultivation, I have a stronger resistance in this area. As for the teacher—"

He glanced over and saw that tall and imposing figure, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his face.

That's Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai, how could he possibly lose his composure?

He followed his teacher's gaze and looked ahead, but there was nothing there except an endless expanse of rubble and a jumble of grayish-white matter that resembled the ashes of life.

But there must be a reason why the teacher is on guard.

He tried to activate his Reishi senses, but suddenly discovered that his body had no Reishi at all; instead, he felt a sense of flesh and blood.

"Did you notice?" Gin Ichimaru asked with a smile, though it was clear that his body was stiff, as he was obviously struggling to resist the bloodthirsty aura in his mind.

"Our bodies have undergone significant changes. All our Reishi are now fixed in the heart, making them unusable. Our bodies are now made of flesh and blood forged from Hell energy, somewhat resembling Captain Misao's bloody hands."

"Indeed," Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto said in a deep voice, "Our current physical state is very similar to that of Kenpachi Zaraki in his Bankai form."

"Is there no way to use Reiatsu?" Jūshirō Ukitake tried many times, even trying to use Kidō, but to no avail.

If you encounter enemies here, you'll only be able to fight with your bare hands.

However, as he continued to feel his body, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.

Although this body is currently composed of Hell energy, it is a genuinely healthy body.

My throat doesn't hurt when I breathe, I don't feel short of breath when I speak, and when I clench my fist, I only feel a surge of power inside my body, not excruciating pain.

He hadn't experienced this feeling since he was very young.

"Calm your mind, Jūshirō. The enemy is here. You haven't forgotten the 'Hakuda' technique I taught you, have you?" Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto said in a deep voice.

Ukitake immediately composed himself and looked ahead, where he saw three figures emerging from the distant horizon, looking somewhat familiar.

"Oh my, I didn't expect you guys to be here too. Second Espada Baraggan, Seventh Espada Zommari, Ninth Espada Nnoitra." Gin Ichimaru clasped his hands tightly behind his back.

As the three Arrancar approached, his breathing became increasingly heavy, and he couldn't control it no matter what he did; his heart pounded like a drumbeat in his ears.

But the more this happened, the less willing he was to take the initiative; he wanted to control this impulse.

Nnoitra grinned, his four arms waving like scythes as he charged forward.

As that powerful fighting spirit and killing intent enveloped him, Gin Ichimaru suddenly lowered his body and pushed off with both feet to meet it.

He made a fist with his right hand, his middle knuckle sticking out, and slammed his fist into Nnoitra's chest, sending him flying.

He then lunged forward, slapping away the pair of claws that were attacking with his left palm. Using the force, he spun around, raised his right foot, and swept it across Nnoitra's abdomen, sending him flying.

Gin Ichimaru lowered his body again to gather his strength, grabbed a sharp, White substance from the ground, and continued charging forward.

Despite her repeated setbacks, Nnoitra maintained her maniacal smile and roared at the top of her lungs, "Ha! Come on, let me show you what Despair truly is!"

Faced with Gin Ichimaru's thrusting weapon, he didn't dodge or evade, but instead met it head-on.

With a soft thud, the White spike pierced straight through his skull.

But in the next instant, four arms as sharp as blades pierced through Gin Ichimaru from both the front and back.

What?

Gin Ichimaru's eyes widened, his pupils trembling.

But it wasn't because of pain, nor because of a fatal wound; rather, he sensed something was amiss.

First of all, he still felt that his body was normal. Except for the fact that some Reishi in his heart seemed to have leaked out, he did not feel much pain. His Hell body was completely unharmed.

He immediately bent down and kicked forward with both feet, sending Nnoitra flying.

He looked down at his heart, reached out and touched it, carefully feeling it.

Sure enough, some of the Reishi leaked out.

If the heart's Reishi leaks to this extent every time it is injured, or even fatally wounded, it would take about a hundred times for the vital energy to completely disappear.

Of course, if the injury were more severe, perhaps even more Reishi would leak out.

He raised his hand and tapped his forehead again, as if the bloodlust was more intense than before.

Could it be related to the Reishi of the heart?

Gin Ichimaru immediately shouted, "Captain Yamamoto, Captain Ukitake, our bodies are immortal, but after suffering a fatal wound, the spiritual Reishi in our hearts will leak out, and the loss of our sanity will worsen."

I have a theory: if you keep fighting in Hell, you'll eventually become a puppet of Hell and lose your self-awareness.

This was Gin Ichimaru's judgment based on the lightning-fast battle just now.

It's important to know that Gin Ichimaru had already decided to get close to Aizen, understand Aizen, improve himself, and plan an assassination when he was very young. He was extremely intelligent.

"Teacher..." After fighting Zommari, Jūshirō Ukitake fell Sonído after losing his Hollow body.

Zommari's lower body is somewhat bulky, which makes him move slowly, so it's Ukitake who's walking him around.

Ukitake immediately turned his head towards Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's direction and called out, "Teacher!"

I'm going to remind you of the information I just heard from Gin Ichimaru.

But the next moment, he chuckled self-deprecatingly and said softly, "That's a teacher, after all!"

On another battlefield, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto had pinned the now-senile Baraggan to the ground, repeatedly punching him in the face with his left and right fists.

With each punch, Baraggan tried to speak, but before he could utter a single syllable, the next punch landed on his mouth.

After a dozen or so punches, Baraggan seemed to have given up talking, and his eyes turned completely blood red as he frantically tried to get up.

But it meant nothing in front of Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto.

Baraggan's body was pinned down by those seemingly thin feet, punch after punch, each punch sending the Reishi from Baraggan's heart flying out, his reason gradually fading away.

Jūshirō Ukitake glanced at Zommari out of the corner of his eye.

He also noticed that this Arrancar clearly had little sanity left; it was possible that the order of power among these three Arrancars had actually reversed after arriving in Hell.

The former Ninth Espada Nnoitra, who fought against Gin Ichimaru, was clearly much stronger. The former Seventh Espada, Zommari, who fought against him, even with his Hell Body, was so slow that he was a sitting duck. His eyes were completely useless.

As for the original Second Blade, Baraggan, having lost the power of the aging rule and never having engaged in much hand-to-hand combat, he could only end up being beaten down by his own teacher.

After thinking for a moment, Ukitake decided not to continue reducing Zommari's Reishi, but instead casually swatted it away.

After Zommari slowly ran over, he slapped him away again, but never killed him.

Ukitake shifted some of his attention to Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto and said loudly, "Teacher, let's experiment. What will happen if all those Reishi fall away?"

Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto had this plan all along, so his punches became faster and faster.

The booming sounds echoed continuously in the space, spreading far and wide.

After throwing about two or three hundred punches, Baraggan's body began to change.

A pure black aura emanated from his mouth.