The Birth of Hell's Child

Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto immediately retreated to avoid it.

This aura enveloped Baraggan's head, traveling down his throat to his chest, abdomen, and lower body. In just a moment, Baraggan, who had previously possessed the Blood Fighting Body, was transformed into a skeleton, a truly undisguised skeleton.

Baraggan's arms suddenly swelled up and transformed into enormous, grayish-white hands.

Two beams of orange-yellow light shone from the previously empty skull eyes.

He propped himself up with his hands, glanced indifferently at Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, and then turned and left.

"Teacher! What's going on?" Jūshirō Ukitake had a bad feeling.

"It's very simple, Baraggan is completely dead." Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto said in a deep voice.

"Captain Yamamoto, can you help me?" Gin Ichimaru cried out for help.

At this moment, Nnoitra, who was facing him, had a pair of arms that had turned pitch black, with no flesh or blood on them, only black flames burning on them.

Gin Ichimaru was also injured, and his right hand was transformed into this form.

As Gin Ichimaru retreated towards Genryusai Yamamoto, he shouted:

"If the spiritual Reishi in the heart continue to decrease, the body will be burned by this strange black aura. As for what it will eventually become, it will probably end up like Baraggan just now."

"Hahaha, become a part of Hell! This is true Despair, this is the place I've been searching for!" Nnoitra didn't care at all whether he would end up like Baraggan.

He just wanted to drag more people into Hell forever.

"Captain-Commander Yamamoto, if I get slashed a couple more times, I'll really lose my mind." Gin Ichimaru sighed again.

Although his Hakuda skills are top-notch, he lacks experience in close combat, even compared to Nnoitra on the other side.

If the fighting continues, they may very well end up in Hell.

Hmph! Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto exhaled a breath through his nostrils, assumed a fighting stance, retracted his right fist to his waist, turned his body to the side, placed his right foot horizontally on the ground, and then took a deep breath.

The next moment, he stomped his left foot hard on the ground.

With a deafening boom, the ground actually cracked open.

He swung his right fist, striking Nnoitra squarely in the heart.

"Ikkotsu!"

*Crack! Nnoitra's mouth gaped open. He shouldn't have felt pain no matter what injury he suffered, but suddenly he felt an excruciating pain in his heart, as if countless knives were cutting into it.

His body was also sent flying backward by a huge punch.

Nnoitra's intuition was correct; Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's Ikkotsu strike hit the heart directly, with remarkable effect.

That punch was equivalent to him dying dozens of times.

During the backward flight, half of his body was enveloped in black energy, and his entire lower body was devoid of any flesh or blood.

Even so, Nnoitra still grinned.

He used his two feet, which resembled burning tree branches, to stomp on the ground and charged towards Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto once again.

The latter continued to gather his strength, then unleashed a punch that struck his heart once more.

Crack! Nnoitra opened his mouth wide again, but this time a black aura emerged from it, just like Baraggan's. Soon after, it transformed into a strange skeleton, then turned and left.

Gin Ichimaru looked at his right hand, then at the skeleton that had turned and left, and sighed, saying:

"What exactly is this black aura?"

Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto looked over, pondered for a moment, and seemed to recall the name of the thing.

"Rinki!" a voice rang out from the side.

Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto and Gin Ichimaru turned around at the same time, neither of them noticing that someone had gotten so close.

At this moment, a petite figure dressed in a black robe squatted on a large rock nearby.

She had her hair in pigtails, wore a black eye patch over her left eye, and grinned wildly.

"Oh, how many years has it been? Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai, how come you've aged so much? Looking like this, can you even cut anyone?" She said, standing up and tilting her head to examine Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto closely, then continued, "Why don't you even have a sword anymore?"

"Captain-Commander Yamamoto, who is this...?" Gin Ichimaru, somewhat puzzled.

Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto spoke in a deep voice, "The first captain of the Sixth Division of the Gotei 13, Saitō Furofushi."

Chapter 211 The Birth of the Child of Hell

The first Sixth Division Captain, Saitō Furofushi.

Jūshirō Ukitake's eyes widened.

When he joined the dojo as a disciple of Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai, many of the first captains of the Gotei 13 had already been lost.

Despite being the second captain of the Thirteenth Division, he had never even seen what the first captain looked like.

I vaguely remember that when we were at the dojo, there were only three or four members left from the first generation of the Gotei 13.

But what shocked him most was that more than a thousand years had passed, yet the first captain of the Sixth Division still maintained his consciousness and did not appear to be insane at all.

"It's good that we can communicate," Ukitake smiled, a sense of relief washing over him. He stepped forward and asked, "Captain Saito, what exactly is the situation in Hell?"

"Who the hell are you? Who gave you the right to speak? Huh?" Saitō Furofushi, suddenly changed his expression, and a terrifying killing intent burst forth from his body.

This aura stirred up the sea of blood in the sky, generating a pressure like Reiatsu that pressed down hard on Jūshirō Ukitake's body.

Moreover, this pressure was different from Reiatsu. Not only did it cause stinging pain all over the body, but even the brain was groaning, as if the aura of the sea of blood was trying to invade the body.

Ukitake immediately spread his legs and stood still, desperately resisting the pressure.

Meanwhile, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, but made no attempt to help Ukitake regain his footing.

Gin Ichimaru secretly took two steps back. His physical condition was already poor, and if he were pressed down like that again, he might just go berserk on the spot.

"Oh? You still have some backbone, huh? I just heard you calling me 'teacher'? So that means..." Saito turned his gaze back to the side, "Pfft, haha, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, you've actually gotten that old?"

When did the temple open, and did it start accepting disciples?

"This disciple doesn't seem very promising. Although he has some backbone, he doesn't seem to have any killing intent at all. How did he survive in Soul Society, a place where people eat each other?"

"Hmph," Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto said in a deep voice, "What nonsense are you spouting? If the Soul Society remains unchanged and continues to be filled with killing and plundering every day, then our Gotei 13 would have been established in vain, and you would have died for nothing."

Saito's eyes were looking upwards, his left hand touching his chin, and he gently swayed his head from side to side, his twin ponytails bobbing with his movements. After a moment, he laughed and said, "Hahaha, that's right."

Although I only wanted to kill people at first, the noble reason of making Soul Society a better and more peaceful place makes killing even more satisfying.

As she spoke, she slung the long sword over her shoulder, slightly withdrawing her murderous intent.

At this moment, Ukitake stood up completely straight again and exhaled a heavy breath.

He glanced at Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto beside him and sighed inwardly, "My teacher's tone was clearly different just now. He must have had a change of heart after not seeing his old friend for so long."

He took a step back, realizing that this was not a situation he could intervene in, so he simply stood next to Gin Ichimaru.

Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto spoke in a deep voice, "Saito, how did you maintain your consciousness for a thousand years in Hell?"

"Huh?" Saito tilted his head and responded with a puzzled sound.

He narrowed his one eye, scrutinizing Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto from head to toe repeatedly. He then spoke with a smirk.

"You're really getting old, aren't you? You can't believe you're asking such a stupid question. Didn't I just see you fight the three dead Hollows? Maintaining consciousness shouldn't be that difficult, right?"

As she spoke, she grinned, but this smile lacked any of the youthful exuberance of someone with a girl's appearance; instead, it carried a bloodthirsty air.

"As long as we kill all the enemies without getting hurt, wouldn't that be enough?"

The answer is very simple, clear, and easy to understand.

For example, neither Ukitake nor Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto were injured just now, and the Reishi in their chests, specifically the area around their hearts, were completely intact.

Meanwhile, Gin Ichimaru's right hand had already been tainted by the Reishi, and his mind was gradually being corrupted.

"Indeed, with your strength, you're more than capable of thriving in Hell. So how many of those guys would still be able to stay sane? Given your temperaments, you're unlikely to fight side-by-side, are you?"

The Gotei 13, whom Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto was referring to, were all recruited by him personally.

The Gotei 13 once had a very famous nickname throughout the Soul Society —the assassin group.

They gathered together, claiming it was for the betterment of Soul Society, and went on a killing spree.

Of course, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto himself formed the team with this in mind, but many of the captains had little interest in so-called peace and tranquility, such as the Saitō Furofushi in front of him.

Therefore, even if they die and go to Hell, they will never be able to fight side by side.

If you were to encounter this, the most likely outcome would be a life-or-death struggle.

The subtext in these words was naturally understood by Ukitake and Gin Ichimaru were standing nearby.

The two exchanged a glance, understanding their current predicament, and nodded slightly at the same time.

In that instant, they decided to fight side by side.

At that moment, Ukitake glanced back and saw that Zommari, whom he had swatted away, was getting further and further away, seemingly planning to escape.

"Fight side by side? Of course not. It's just that Hell is quite vast, and it's rather difficult to encounter someone there. However," Saito said, pointing the long sword slung over his shoulder at Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto.

Looks like I'm having a lucky day; I even bumped into you while I was out for a stroll.

Seeing Ukitake called out softly, "Teacher!" at the same time giving a wink to Gin Ichimaru beside him.

He planned to join forces and take them down if they made a move later.

Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto waved his hand, then cracked his neck, making a snapping sound, and clenched his fists.

"Have you forgotten how you joined the Gotei 13?"

Saitō Furofushi, clenched his teeth and his eyebrows twitched wildly.

The establishment of the first Gotei 13 was very simple and brutal. Almost all the captains had been beaten by Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto before they had no choice but to join, and he was no exception.

"I wasn't planning on bullying you, old man, since you've even lost your sword and your beard has turned white. But it seems I'll have to kill you right here!" Saito grinned, revealing a terrifying smile, and his killing intent surged once more.

This time, the sea of blood in the sky was stirred up again, but unlike when it was used against Ukitake, this time the sea of blood pressed down like a waterfall, and the space within a range of several hundred meters instantly became muddy.

Even Zommari, who was walking away, was pinned to the ground and unable to move.

"See that? Old Man Yamamoto, can you do it?" Saito laughed loudly, and with his laughter, the pressure of the sea of blood gradually increased and its range gradually expanded, but it was far from reaching its peak.

"Isn't it just stirring up a sea of blood floating in the sky with one's own killing intent? This thing..." Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto said, his eyes suddenly widening, and a killing intent like a tsunami burst forth from his body, surging towards the sky and merging into the sea of blood.

The next moment, the sea of blood churned, like the waves stirred up by a typhoon, constantly crashing against the blood waterfall caused by Saito.

"Tsk, I didn't expect that even at your age, your killing intent would still be so terrifying." Saito couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

In Hell, as long as the killing intent is strong enough, one can use the power of the sea of blood in the sky to fight.

Ultimately, it all comes down to battles between people.

Saito raised the sword with one hand, placed it in front of his eyebrow, pulled it back, turned his body to the side, and opened his left hand, his small hand seeming to want to squeeze Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's heart.

He continued to gather his momentum and killing intent in place, while Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto also turned to the side, raised his hands, and clenched his fists.

The next moment, the two moved simultaneously.

Saito thrust his longsword straight at Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's heart, transforming himself into a blood-red spear, using the sword as its tip, and charging forward amidst a sea of blood.

At the same time, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto also threw out both fists.

His fists were also wreathed in boundless killing intent, and the vortex formed by the sea of blood wrapped around them, transforming into two enormous vortexes.

"Sōkotsu!"

"One-Sword Heart Slash!"

Thump! The fist collided with the tip of the gun, producing a dull thud.

Boom! What followed was a deafening roar and a cloud of blood.

This bloodlust and killing intent spread in all directions, directly scraping away layers of the ground, as if peeling Onion with a knife, layer by layer, sinking deeper and deeper.

"Gin Ichimaru, get behind me!" Ukitake shouted immediately, crossing his arms in front of him. It was too late to dodge now; he could only take the aftershocks of the battle.

"What are you doing? Hurry! You're already seriously injured! You can't afford to get hurt again!"

Ukitake shouted urgently, but he saw Gin Ichimaru walk up to him.

What are you trying to do?

Gin Ichimaru slightly turned his head, a few scattered glimmers of azure still remaining in his blood-red eyes. A slight smile played on his lips as he softly said, "I've already learned it."

"What did you learn?" Ukitake, somewhat puzzled.