The First-Generation Captains Attack

Saito nudged the person next to him with his elbow, his eyes wide as he muttered, "Hey, Batsu'unsai, have you ever seen that guy like this before?"

After she finished speaking, she suddenly felt her elbow sink into something soft. She immediately turned her head, her anger rising instantly. She reached out and slapped Batsu'unsai's chest, making her body tremble violently.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Batsu'unsai clutched his chest with both hands, swaying from side to side, his small face looking as if he was about to cry.

"How could you attack people like that? It's terrifying!"

"I'll show you!"

Saito drew his sword with a whoosh!

Yamamoto whirled around and roared, "Shut up, all of you! Don't disturb the child!"

Saito gritted his teeth and sheathed his sword at his waist.

Batsu'unsai then stretched out his fingers to pull at his eyelids, sticking out his tongue and making a face, making a "hee hee hee" sound, which made Saito's anger surge again.

However, the child's cries grew even louder than before, making her feel dizzy. Suppressing her urge to kill Batsu'unsai, she turned and asked:

"Is the baby hungry? Wake up his mother quickly so she can breastfeed him."

"That might be a bit difficult."

Ukitake sighed softly, "Her body seems to have entered a self-sealing state. Although she's not in mortal danger, her body temperature is staying close to zero, which is probably her self-defense mechanism. How could she possibly breastfeed a child in this state?"

"What? What should we do? If this child keeps crying, I feel like I'm going to die!"

Saito said angrily, turning to look at Batsu'unsai, pointing a finger at her chest and saying, "You're so big, go and breastfeed!"

Batsu'unsai pouted and retorted, "What are you talking about? Don't you even have this most basic common sense? I'm a virgin, I don't have any milk at all."

"Then what's the point of you growing all this way? Are you sick? You're completely useless, just cut it off."

"I didn't want to grow up this big, but I was born this way. Do you know how tiring it is for my shoulders? I also have to be careful not to get attacked during battles. It's like having two extra weak points. Sigh!"

The two continued their bickering nearby, with Yamamoto humming a strange tune in a very gentle tone.

But this did not calm Shizuka Tokoyo down; he frowned, pondering what to do.

After seeing that the Hell skeletons outside hadn't approached, Gin Ichimaru turned around and walked over, looking down at Shizuka Tokoyo and saying with a smile, "What a lovely child."

But as he approached, Shizuka Tokoyo suddenly turned her head and stretched out her small hand in his direction, as if she was yearning for something.

"How?"

Gin Ichimaru extended his intact right hand and placed it in Shizuka Tokoyo's small hand, but the child did not tighten her grip on that tender little hand.

Gin Ichimaru frowned and said, "Could it be that this is what he wants?"

He displayed his other left hand, which had been turned into a black, withered branch by Rinki.

"Wait, this stuff is most likely Rinki, the very source of Hell. What if it contaminates the child?"

Ukitake quickly stepped forward to stop Gin Ichimaru from attempting it.

Yamamoto, however, stared intently at Shizuka Tokoyo's outstretched little hand, his expression clearly one of yearning for Rinki.

"Give it a try."

"Teacher, the child is still human now, but what will happen if he comes into contact with this thing? Nobody knows. What if he turns into Hell Togabito?" Ukitake asked anxiously.

After the Gates of Hell pulled Shizuka Tokoyo and Rukia Tokoyo in, they threw the two of them down.

As luck would have it, these people happened to be nearby and rushed over.

Everyone was shocked by the child Rukia was holding.

Because Rukia, being a Shinigami (Soul Reaper), holds a truly human child in her arms, a human with Kishi.

Yamamoto, a Soul Reaper had lived in Soul Society for over a thousand years, was seeing Soul Reaper with a soul form give birth to a human for the first time; it was truly strange.

Shizuka Tokoyo's cries have clearly thrown the Hell skeletons into disarray. They haven't gotten any closer yet, but their numbers are growing rapidly.

There are now at least several thousand within a kilometer radius.

These guys are incredibly resilient; if they all surrounded her, they might not be able to protect Rukia.

But it's clear that feeding is necessary to stop Shizuka Tokoyo from crying.

But what Ukitake just said made everyone a little uneasy.

Ukitake took a deep breath and continued, "The voice that echoed in our minds earlier, speaking of the Child of Hell, most likely refers to this child, but he is still human."

If his body changes after ingesting the Rinki and he merges with the power of Hell, then he will truly be the Child of Hell descended, and the Gates of Hell will be wide open.

He poured out all his worries.

Isn't this a good thing?

Katori Batsu'unsai, standing to the side, tilted his head, his eyes fixed on Gin Ichimaru's left arm, which had turned into a withered branch.

The next moment, she appeared beside Gin Ichimaru without warning and slashed downwards, seemingly intending to cut off the Rinki arm.

"When!"

Saito appeared instantly, blocking the attack for Gin Ichimaru, and grinned, "What, you've been dead for so many years, and you still want to live?"

Katori Batsu'unsai said with some grievance, "Back then I was young and ignorant, all I knew was how to kill... ah, no, chop people up."

He's been cutting down trees for over a hundred years, and in the end, he's never even been in a relationship, let alone gotten married or had children.

You should have heard the second message from Hell, right?

As long as the Child of Hell grow up healthy and the Gates of Hell remain open, we all have a chance to be resurrected.

"Snort."

Saito snorted coldly, forcefully sending Batsu'unsai flying with both hands. With his right hand on his hip and left hand on his shoulder, he grinned and said, "So what if I heard you? Why should I work for Hell?"

"But you've never been in a relationship, have you? Don't you feel resentful?" Katori Batsu'unsai asked again.

"There are plenty of things I'm not happy about, and you ask me if I want to live?" Saito said, pointing a thumb to herself. "Of course I do, after all, Hell is so boring. However," her one eye stared intently at Katori Batsu'unsai and laughed, "Because you want to live, so I will stop you."

"Really? You're still as annoying as ever."

Katori Batsu'unsai strode forward, gently twirling the naginata in his hand.

She squinted her eyes, the corners of her mouth turned up, and kept circling around.

This is a process of building up strength and searching for weaknesses.

As Katori Batsu'unsai walked, he suddenly stopped, opened his eyes wide, and stared intently at Saitō Furofushi, saying, "In the past thousand years, we've fought in Hell forty or fifty times, haven't we?"

"Ah, forty-nine chapters in total."

Saito grinned and replied, "Unfortunately, it always ends in a draw."

As she spoke, she lowered the long sword from her shoulder and pointed Katori Batsu'unsai.

"It's exactly the fiftieth round, why don't we settle this right here today?"

Katori Batsu'unsai did not respond and simply stood there.

After a long while, Saito spoke up somewhat impatiently, "Are you going to fight or not? Give me a straight answer, stop dawdling like this."

"Sigh, if I really fight you, I'll be at a huge disadvantage."

Katori sighed, put away the naginata in his hand, and completely dissipated the aura he had just accumulated.

"If I were to fight you, that silver-haired man would definitely launch a sneak attack, wouldn't he?" His eyes turned to Gin Ichimaru, whose right hand remained behind his back.

While she was gathering her strength, she was also observing everyone except for Saitō Furofushi.

Yamamoto continued to hold and soothe the child, while Ukitake stood in front of the Soul Reaper woman.

But Gin Ichimaru with silver hair was completely different. He seemed to be standing in place very calmly, but after circling around the center, he still couldn't see the other person's right hand. The other person had been hiding that hand the whole time.

With his vast combat experience, Batsu'unsai knew that it must be an extremely powerful killing move.

If we were to take action at this point, the chances of failure would be too high.

"However, although I said I wouldn't take action, this situation shouldn't last too long," Batsu'unsai said with a smile.

"The message Hell spoke of should be audible to all the Togabito here, right? Those guys should be heading this way."

"Who are those guys?" Gin Ichimaru asked.

Saito replied irritably, "The Soul Reaper buried in Soul Society for a thousand years, and those strange Hollows."

Chapter 217 The First Captain Arrives

"Ugh! I can't take it anymore! You old geezer, can you please tell that kid to shut up!"

Saito roared furiously.

Shizuka Tokoyo's cries seemed to possess a special power, capable of penetrating everything and continuously traversing everyone's minds.

Moreover, the sound effects perceived in my mind change every so often.

For a moment, it felt like ice cubes were stuffed into my brain, leaving me feeling extremely cold.

A moment later, it felt as if boiling oil had been poured over my brain, almost frying it to a crisp.

After a while, it even tasted like it had been sprinkled with chili and mustard.

Not to mention Saito, even Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto next to him was finding it hard to keep up.

You could see his eyelids twitching rapidly every now and then, and his lips were twitching slightly.

Saito stomped his foot hard on the ground a few times, then stepped forward without saying a word, stuck his index finger into Shizuka Tokoyo's mouth, and made a "click" sound.

Shizuka Tokoyo bit her finger.

"Ouch!"

Well, at least the crying has stopped. Saito breathed a sigh of relief, and his mind finally felt much lighter.

But the next moment, Shizuka Tokoyo suddenly opened her mouth and started crying again.

Moreover, this time the sound was even sharper, as if someone was using a cleaver to slice the brain into pieces and then chop it into minced meat.

It's really not going to work.

Why don't you just eat me?

As Saito spoke, he lifted his shirt and leaned his neck closer, but Shizuka Tokoyo ignored him completely, her small hand still reaching towards Gin Ichimaru's arm formed from Rinki.

"Indeed, this can't go on like this, Captain Ukitake. How about we try using a tiny bit of Rinki and see if there's any change in him?"

Gin Ichimaru was now squatting on the ground, his right hand pressed tightly against his temple. He spoke haltingly, pausing after every two or three words.

Already having his brain eroded by the power of Hell, he was further attacked by Shizuka Tokoyo's cries, and he felt he was about to collapse.

Without waiting for Ukitake's response, he snapped off his little finger and handed it to Ukitake.

"Do you really want to try it?"

Ukitake murmured something under his breath.

To be honest, he's starting to feel the strain too.

Moreover, Shizuka Tokoyo's cries seemed to have stirred up the power of Hell, and now even he was beginning to experience violent emotions.

"Ukitake, sometimes it's good to consider things comprehensively, but you can't be timid and hesitant."

Indeed, whether this child, after absorbing Rinki, will fall into the same wickedness as us and become Hell Togabito remains to be seen.

But there is also the opportunity to become someone like Tokoyo Misao.

Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto spoke softly, his voice very low, as if afraid of disturbing the child in his arms, as if the child's crying did not sound noisy to him.

Since the teacher has said so...

Ukitake stepped forward and held up the Rinki little finger of Gin Ichimaru to Shizuka Tokoyo's mouth.

"Awoo."

Shizuka Tokoyo actually swallowed it whole, and her crying stopped instantly.

"Wow, that's great, the little guy has finally stopped crying."

Saito plopped down on the ground, fanning her neck with her hand; the pain from earlier had caused her to break out in a sweat.

Katori Batsu'unsai his back and pulled out a handkerchief from somewhere, wiping himself repeatedly inside his robes.