Tokoyo Misao's mood

Gin Ichimaru maintained his smile, but a surge of overwhelming killing intent suddenly erupted from his body, stirring up the sea of blood and forming a barrier in front of the two of them, blocking all the spreading aftershocks.

"He's already learned to use killing intent so quickly?" Jūshirō Ukitake's eyes trembled uncontrollably.

In fact, anyone who has experienced combat will have some degree of so-called killing intent.

If one frequently experiences life-or-death battles, then the killing intent will naturally be etched into one's body and soul during those battles.

Generally speaking, the more people who kill or fight, the stronger their killing intent becomes.

Therefore, even Ukitake, who usually seems like a nice guy, possesses this quality.

After all, Soul Reaper is not a stable job; one must always go out to fight Hollows, or even rebels.

However, Ukitake simply couldn't master the use of killing intent in Hell so quickly.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Truly worthy of being called a genius Gin Ichimaru."

However, he then became somewhat worried, as the killing intent emanating from the battle between his teacher, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, and the Saitō Furofushi was quite terrifying.

Even if Gin Ichimaru has mastered the ability to manipulate the sea of blood in the sky, he probably won't be able to hold out for long.

"Don't worry, Captain Ukitake," Gin Ichimaru said softly again.

He raised his right hand, which was already engulfed and burning with Rinki: "After learning to use killing intent, you can also suppress the spread of this stuff. That's pretty good. And don't underestimate my killing intent."

As he spoke, his killing intent surged once more. "You should know that I've been suppressing this thing for over a hundred years."

Ukitake paused for a moment, then suddenly realized.

That's true. Gin Ichimaru planned to kill Aizen when he was a child.

However, knowing the enemy's strength, he had no choice but to join Aizen's ranks as an undercover agent.

He had hidden this murderous intent in his heart since childhood. Even a hundred years later, when Aizen rebelled, Gin Ichimaru did not have the opportunity to release this murderous intent, as he was pulled out of the Negación by Tokoyo Misao.

It wasn't until Hell Gin Ichimaru that he finally unleashed the killing intent that had been suppressed in his heart for so long.

After about ten minutes, the aftershocks finally subsided, and Gin Ichimaru withdrew his killing intent.

But the two people standing in front stopped fighting and instead turned to look at the other side at the same time.

Gin Ichimaru seemed to sense something as well, turned around, and whispered, "Be careful, another big one is coming."

Ukitake sighed inwardly: He must quickly master the ability to actively use killing intent to stir up the sea of blood, otherwise he will find it difficult to move an inch in Hell.

A moment later, a figure walked over with elegant steps.

As soon as it got close, even Ukitake's eyes widened, and he blurted out, "It really is a big guy."

Gin Ichimaru turned around, a playful look on his face. "I didn't expect Captain Ukitake to have a witty remark to him."

Ukitake, however, responded with a smile, "I'm already dead, free from all shackles and responsibilities. Besides..." His mind flashed to the face of his close friend, "Kyōraku and I have been childhood friends."

Gin Ichimaru nodded knowingly. "That's not surprising. Someone who can hang out with the Captain Kyōraku is bound to say things like that."

"What do you mean by that? Weren't you referring to that 'big guy' you were talking about earlier?" Ukitake said, his eyes glancing towards the direction from which they were slowly approaching.

"I was referring to the killing intent. We were so far away, and we can't use our Reishi senses here, how would I know it could be that strong? I just sensed a powerful killing intent emanating from her, no weaker than Captain Yamamoto's or his opponent's."

Gin Ichimaru sighed, now truly believing that the person before him was not Ukitake, but Kyōraku.

"I was wondering why it was so lively today. I thought you were up to something again, Saito. This old man looks so familiar!" A woman exuding a powerful killing intent walked over.

She had a long ponytail, held a naginata in both hands, had two disproportionately large breasts on her upper body, and wore round-framed glasses. She looked refined and gentle, like a school teacher.

Of course, no schoolteacher would possess such a powerful killing intent.

"You bastard! You deliberately tucked your hands together to show off your great figure, didn't you, Katori Batsu'unsai!" Upon seeing the newcomer, Saito immediately shifted his target, abandoning Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto beside him, and pointed his long sword directly at him.

Her eyes were fixed on Katori Batsu'unsai's chest, her teeth clenched.

"Hey, what are you talking about? He didn't do it on purpose!" Katori Batsu'unsai said, squeezing his hands together again, his terrifying aura seeming as if he was about to explode at any moment.

"You bastard! The more I talk, the more you get worked up, don't you?" Saito roared angrily.

At this moment, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto spoke in a deep voice, "Captain of the Eighth Division Katori Batsu'unsai, it's been a long time. You're still as dashing as ever."

Katori Batsu'unsai looked at it again, and after a moment, finally recognized Yamamoto from the scar on the bald head. He exclaimed, "How come you're only dying now?"

Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's brow twitched. "Your mouth is still as sharp as ever."

"Whether my words are venomous or not is none of your business, I'm not going to let you taste them! I knew back then that you were going to get old and ugly, and I was right."

Veins bulged on Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's forehead as he said in a deep voice, "Saito, let's cut this guy down first."

"Oh? I have no objection." Saito immediately agreed.

Saito wouldn't have joined forces with other Hell Togabito.

But she would be more than willing to deal with Katori Batsu'unsai.

It would be best to chop this guy into a skeleton, so he won't keep wandering around.

"Eh~" Katori Batsu'unsai made a strange sound, drawing it out for a very long time, then looked at Saitō Furofushi with a look of disgust, and waved his left hand in front of his nose.

"I'm telling you, Saito, even if you've spent over a thousand years in Hell, you wouldn't stoop to this old man. His physique is bad enough, but his taste is even worse. With his old bones, he couldn't possibly satisfy anyone, could he?"

"I'll tear your mouth apart!" Saito transformed into a spear of murderous intent and charged out.

Katori Batsu'unsai grabbed the butt of the spear with his left hand and the shaft with his right, then swung it upwards, sending Saito flying. He then spun around and kicked Saito in the buttocks, sending him flying into the sea of blood in the sky.

"Saito, no matter how much you crave a man, don't go for an old man!"

"Shut up, you bastard!" From within the sea of blood, a blood dragon plummeted down, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged at Katori Batsu'unsai. The latter unleashed a burst of killing intent, engulfing the sea of blood as he engaged the blood dragon in a fierce battle. The two then began to fight.

Jūshirō Ukitake asked, "Master, the situation in Hell is still unclear. Should we stop them first?"

Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto shook his head. "Let them fight."

The two of them fought for an unknown amount of time.

During this time, Ukitake even learned to control the killing intent within his body to stir up the sea of blood and strengthen himself.

However, because his killing intent was somewhat weak, it didn't become very strong.

Fortunately, I've finally become familiar with the power of Hell.

Gin Ichimaru scanned his surroundings, and suddenly noticed a group of skeletons approaching from a distance. He immediately warned, "Enemies!"

The alarm was so loud that even the two original characters fighting in the sky stopped.

Saito looked at the group of skeletons with a hint of doubt in his eyes. "What are these Hell doing here?"

Before long, the group of skeletons stopped a hundred meters away and did not approach any further.

They opened their mouths at the same time, and a sound came out from somewhere.

The sound was extremely piercing, drilling deep into everyone's brains.

Although there were no syllables of spoken words, a sentence formed in everyone's minds.

"The Child of Hell is about to be born; bring him back."

Chapter 212 Tokoyo Misao's mood

"Has no one eaten? Cheer up!"

"Yes!"

"Not enough! Speak louder!"

"Yes!"

A deafening roar erupted from the Tenth Division, shaking the windows.

Tokoyo Misao nodded with great satisfaction.

"Good, very energetic. Now for daily training."

After saying that, he walked to the corridor next to him, sat down with a thud, and opened his arms to the side. A slender hand held a cup of hot tea and gently placed it on his palm. Along with it came a faint fragrance of chrysanthemum, which mixed with the aroma of tea, making people feel refreshed and invigorated.

Tokoyo Misao took a small sip and sighed, "What a wonderful breakfast."

"Captain, please don't train the soldiers like this just because you're in a bad mood." Rangiku Matsumoto sat down next to him with a smile, looking at the soldiers who were practicing their swordsmanship in the training ground with perfect form.

What's bothering you?

To be honest, she was also a little confused and curious.

Normally, when Tokoyo Misao was in the Tenth Division, he would manage the training of the members, but he avoided the team's administrative and paperwork work.

But never before have the soldiers been tortured to the point of near death like these past few days.

For the past two weeks, we've been training once every morning, followed by patrols, then training again after lunch, and then the captain leading the patrols.

They have to practice extra in the evenings, and those who don't perform well are still led out on patrol by the team leader.

Many team members are already reminiscing about the days when the captain wasn't in the barracks; in comparison, their current lives are like Hell.

Tokoyo Misao did not respond, but picked up the teacup and brought it to his lips, making a slurping sound.

There was no other way; recently, Unohana, being close to her due date, was even deliberately suppressing the birth of her unborn child and wouldn't accompany him to the Muken Duel.

Not to mention his wife Rukia, who would be followed by more than a dozen maids from the Kuchiki Clan even if she took just a few steps, with a special Stealth Force providing covert protection.

Even he couldn't get too close; the maids just stood there in the room.

Two days ago, I was so angry that I felt Tokoyo Misao, and I even wanted to be intimate with them in front of them.

But in the end, Rukia couldn't bring herself to do it and kicked him out.

That's why he's been training the squad members every day—if the captain isn't happy, how can the squad members be?

Even Rangiku, the most cunning and treacherous vice-captain, was not spared.

All paperwork was assigned to her alone, and if she didn't finish it, all her bonuses and salary would be deducted.

Tokoyo Misao put down his teacup and said solemnly:

"In the last battle, quite a few members of our squad died. It would be one thing if we were fighting the enemy head-on, but to die as collateral damage is just too shameful. Not a single member of the Fourth Division was killed in the crossfire."

"The more you sweat in training, the less you bleed in battle. These guys are just too lazy and spoiled."

"Spoiled and lazy?" Rangiku turned her gaze to the training ground.

Despite so many days of extremely high-intensity training, not a single member requested a transfer, largely because the benefits of the Tenth Division far exceeded those of other divisions.

A portion of the profits from Junrinan's shops will be used as additional funds for the Tenth Division.

Everything they eat, drink, and even use is much better than what other squads have.

Even the former dormitory-style dormitory has now been replaced with individual cubicles.

Furthermore, all the soldiers' families will receive a second-class house in the resettlement area.

These houses aren't particularly nice; their basic facilities are not much different from those of the "Waiting for Reincarnation Happiness Residential Complex."

However, it is closer to the Seireitei, making it much safer.

Under these circumstances, of course no soldier wanted to leave; they all desperately wanted to stay.

"Didn't Orihime already get into university?" Rangiku decided to change the subject, hoping to cheer up the captain a little by talking about her disciple.

With a crisp crack, the teacup in Tokoyo Misao's hand shattered.

He glanced sideways at her and asked, "Do you know how she got into that university?"

"Huh, didn't you get in because of your good grades?" Rangiku, somewhat puzzled.

She only knew that Orihime could get into the best university; could there be some other secret behind it?

"Hmph!" Tokoyo Misao exhaled a puff of hot air from his nostrils.

"I personally went to the university and found the chairman of the board, and donated a full ten million yen to them, which is why Orihime was able to go to school with average grades." As he spoke, he gently shook his head.

"Learning is inherently about talent, and she certainly put in a lot of effort during her preparation time. As her mentor, of course I have to make sure her efforts are rewarded."

"That's so nice!" Rangiku's eyes were fixed on Tokoyo Misao's face. She pouted with a hint of envy, reached out and hugged Misao's forearm, gently shaking it from side to side. "He works so hard, shouldn't he get some reward?"

"Is simply doing what you're supposed to do considered hard work?" Tokoyo Misao sneered.

Indeed, he entrusted all team affairs to Rangiku.

But the other party will always find someone else to help them, so you can probably only do about half of it yourself.

"What? As long as the problem is solved, that's all that matters, right? That's what you always say, Captain." Rangiku pouted, tightening her grip on her arms.