So Generous, Just Squeeze Together and There'll Be Room

While wiping herself, she turned her head to look at Saito and said in a somewhat melancholy tone, "I really envy you; you don't sweat here at all."

Saito glared at her sideways. "I don't have the energy to argue with you."

Gin Ichimaru also lowered his hand from his temple, turned around, and moved closer to Shizuka Tokoyo, his eyes fixed on every inch of the child's skin.

About ten minutes later, Shizuka Tokoyo began to breathe evenly and fell asleep. Her skin remained unchanged, and her breathing was normal; she was still a normal human baby.

"Great, no problem."

Ukitake breathed a sigh of relief, then collapsed to the ground with a thud, gasping for air.

He was extremely nervous just now, and even forgot to breathe for a moment. Now he is certain that Shizuka Tokoyo's absorption of a small amount of Rinki will not cause any changes.

"Click-clack."

A series of sounds, like the snapping of withered branches, rang out from the side.

Ukitake turned his head and saw that Gin Ichimaru was breaking off his fingers one by one, and then tearing off his forearm into small pieces.

The Rinki arm was sliced into pieces by Gin Ichimaru with his short sword, just like a cucumber.

Ukitake his mouth wide, remained silent for a long time, and finally let out a sigh.

You could tell just by the sweat dripping from Gin Ichimaru's forehead.

Although his arm had been corroded by Rinki, it still hurt a lot every time he broke a finger.

Gin Ichimaru severed his entire upper arm, prepared food for Shizuka Tokoyo, and then smiled as he spoke:

After cutting that thing off, I felt much better, and the confusion in my head eased up a lot. This can be used as one of the emergency solutions.

"Kid, what's the point of that short knife you're holding?"

Saito, somewhat curiously.

Having experienced countless battles, she naturally understood why Batsu'unsai hadn't made a move before—it was because he was wary of Gin Ichimaru.

But looking at the weapon in his right hand, it doesn't look like it's capable of fighting at all.

"Oh, actually I'm a little curious too, why was my Zanpakuto able to be brought into Hell?"

Gin Ichimaru spoke, he raised his short sword, "Captain Ukitake and Captain Yamamoto were not brought in."

Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto continued to gently rock Shizuka Tokoyo, and whispered:

"Ryūjin Jakka, like Hyōrinmaru, was originally formed from elements of Soul Society. What I cultivated with my soul was merely the Zanka no Tachi."

"So of course it has to stay in Soul Society."

Ukitake also said, "My Sōgyo no Kotowari should have been kept by the family, right? After all, my little family still needs some clan-protecting artifacts, haha."

"Oh, so you can bring me in because I'm all alone?"

Gin Ichimaru squinted his eyes again.

"Hey, does that mean you've already mastered the art of Shin'uchi?"

Saito was somewhat incredulous. In her perception, Gin Ichimaru was not weak, but he wasn't ridiculously strong either, and shouldn't be able to unleash his Shin'uchi.

It's important to know that among the original Gotei 13, very few were Shin'uchi a liberation battle.

"Shin'uchi? What do you mean?"

Gin Ichimaru tilted his head.

"Saito meant by 'Shin'uchi' is actually Bankai, but with some differences."

Yamamoto looked up and continued to Gin Ichimaru, "Shin'uchi means imprinting your name on your Zanpakuto while you're nurturing it with your soul."

"Oh, these things weren't taught in school."

Gin Ichimaru sighed. Just from the explanation, he understood that if he were to imprint his name on his soul to form Shin'uchi, its power would probably be even stronger than Bankai.

You should already know about the abilities of the Squad Zero members.

Perhaps because he had arrived in Hell after death, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto became more talkative.

"The Asauchi made by Ōetsu Nimaiya, along with the name given by Ichibē Hyōsube, does indeed make it easier for Soul Reaper to learn Shikai and Bankai than before, but it also limits the emergence of Shin'uchi."

"I see, so it's basically about limiting the Soul Reaper's power."

Gin Ichimaru shrugged. He had seen far too much of this kind of dark stuff; it made perfect sense to him.

"Not entirely."

Ukitake began to explain, "After Yhwach's invasion a thousand years ago, too many of the first Gotei 13 captains died, not to mention the ordinary soldiers. That was a true all-out war."

Having Asauchi and a name simplifies the process of cultivating Zanpakuto, which is why so many Soul Reaper have been born over the past millennium.

What are you all babbling about?

Saito crossed his arms and tilted his head, seemingly not quite understanding.

Ba Batsu'unsai covered his mouth with his right hand and said in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for Saito to hear:

"You can't even understand something this simple? It's just that those Royal Guard created a simplified process for awakening Shin'uchi in order to cultivate enough combat power for Soul Society, while simultaneously stifling the possibility of becoming a top-tier Soul Reaper."

"If you've got the guts, just say it out loud. Don't hide it away."

Saito turned around again and roared, drawing his sword with a whoosh.

"Shall we fight? Now I can make my move."

Katori Batsu'unsai chuckled as he twirled the naginata in his hand.

Her gaze fell upon the heads of a group of Hell skeletons in the distance.

A figure wearing a straw hat, with a well-proportioned build and Captain's Haori, stepped onto the heads of the Hell skeleton soldiers and walked over step by step.

Gin Ichimaru immediately blocked his path and asked softly, "Captain Yamamoto, that should also be the first captain, right?"

Before Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto could respond, the man wearing a straw hat suddenly vanished and landed ten meters in front of Gin Ichimaru.

He reached out and took off his straw hat, revealing a pair of eyes with dark circles under them. There was no light in his pupils, as if he were just a corpse standing there, his face also cold and expressionless.

Although he didn't exude any killing intent at the moment, Gin Ichimaru felt a chill rise up from him.

In the instant their eyes met, Gin Ichimaru understood that the guy in front of him was an absolute killing machine, the kind who had become numb to killing.

The man opened his mouth, and a hoarse sound came out of his throat.

He then patted his mouth and spoke again, "I am Furuoki Otogawa, captain of the Tenth Division the Gotei 13."

After saying this, he bowed slightly in Yamamoto's direction. "It's been a long time, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto."

Seeing the visitor's polite manner, Ukitake, who was lying on the ground, lost his will to stand up and said with a smile:

"Captain Otogawa, hello. We need your help right now. It would be great if you could lend a hand."

"Captain Ukitake, what are you saying? From the moment he appeared until now, the killing intent in his eyes hasn't faded at all."

Gin Ichimaru bent slightly, hiding his Zanpakuto behind his back.

"Gin Ichimaru is right. Ukitake, Wang Tuchuan is not going to help us. He's just a guy who only knows how to carry out missions," Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto said in a deep voice.

"I have come to carry out a mission from Hell, to bring forth the Child of Hell."

Wang Tuchuan drew his sword.

Chapter 218 So generous, you can get it if you squeeze in.

"Wang Tuchuan, although I knew what kind of person you were before, now that you've died on a mission and come to Hell, do you still intend to follow the same path you took in life?"

Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto spoke in a deep voice, his tone clearly different from when Saito and Batsu'unsai had appeared earlier.

This change in behavior was precisely because the man opposite him Wang Tuchuan, was an extremely terrifying killing machine.

When they were teammates, they were very reassuring; once a task was assigned, you didn't have to worry about it.

But now that they've become enemies, even Yamamoto has to frown.

"No, you seem to have misunderstood something." Wang Tuchuan held his Zanpakuto, his eyes, which seemed to have never slept, remained completely still, and his voice was utterly calm. "I'm just doing what I should do."

"Resurrection?"

Wang Tuchuan did not respond, but simply assumed a fighting stance.

But at that moment, an astonishing commotion erupted from afar.

In the distance, the sea of blood suddenly reversed, forming several tornadoes that swept towards this place with incomparably violent power.

Along the way, all the Hell skeleton soldiers were swept into the sky and never came down again.

This scene made Gin Ichimaru narrow his eyes.

He actually killed those Hell skeletons. Although they looked like trash, they were very troublesome to fight, not only because they had high defense but also high health.

But these newcomers, simply by virtue of their imposing aura and murderous intent, wiped them all out.

"This is troublesome!" he muttered to himself.

Wang Tuchuan did not seize the opportunity to attack. He remained in his stance, his eyes staring straight ahead, but without any focus, as if his computer had crashed.

Before long, the blood-red tornadoes gradually approached, and then suddenly dissipated when they were about a hundred meters away, revealing figures.

"Hahaha, you guys always hide, but you've all come out today." Saitō Furofushi being, grinned widely.

After scanning the newcomers, Ba Batsu'unsai said, "It seems only that crazy woman from the 11th Division is absent. How rare! Today, all of our Gotei 13 are present."

"Wait, you guys, you wouldn't be..." Saito noticed that none of the first captains who had arrived had pupils in their eyes, only a blood red.

They didn't seem to have any intention of greeting each other; they were all in a state of combat readiness.

"The others are one thing, but how could you Chika Shihoin, lose your mind like that?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto glanced to his right and saw a man with short white hair and dark skin.

He was none other than the former head of the great noble family, Shihoin, Second Division Captain of the Gotei 13, Chika Shihoin.

In the first generation, in terms of pure strength, Chika might not be the strongest.

But with that incredible speed and skill, in a place like Hell, it's impossible for anyone to kill him, unless he himself has no desire to live.

Faced with Yamamoto's question, the already powerless Chika Shihoin was unable to respond. He simply drew his Zanpakuto with its blood-red blade and lowered his body.

Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto placed the child back into Rukia's arms and stood up. In this situation, it was no longer possible to calmly care for the child. He glanced around.

Kinroku Izuhara, Chika Shihoin Danjiro Obana, Entetsu Kumoi Nobutsuna Shigyō, Uhin Zenjōji, Saizō Sakahone.

"My old friends, let me bury you!" Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto roared, clenching his fists.

At the same time, all the captains charged forward, swords raised.

Saito snorted and tried to step forward to help, but as soon as he made a move, Batsu'unsai blocked his way.

"Why don't you keep playing with me? It's so boring to just die in Hell like this. Why not resurrect with me and fight like old times in the World of the Living?" Batsu'unsai said with a smile.

Saito pouted. "Sorry, I don't like women. I'm only interested in strong men."

Batsu'unsai was taken aback for a moment, then bent over and chuckled softly, "Hehe, I didn't expect you to make such a joke. How could any man possibly want you?"

"You bastard! I'm a hundred times more attractive than you!"

Boom! The two drew their swords instantly, their weapons clashing together with a piercing sound.

The noise woke Shizuka Tokoyo, who was already fast asleep.

The little one opened his mouth and burst into loud crying.

The crying was even more terrifying than before, and everyone present felt as if their brains had been thrown into a blender and were being churned wildly.

The captains who had rushed halfway all froze, rooted to the spot.

Gin Ichimaru knelt down and laboriously crawled toward the Rinki he had just cut.

Even Yamamoto was unable to move at this moment, only clenching his fists and adopting a horse stance, with sweat dripping from his forehead like raindrops.

A soft thud—it was the sound of footsteps.

Carrying the sobs of Shizuka Tokoyo, Togawa strode toward Gin Ichimaru.

Although he moved very slowly, he was still much faster than Gin Ichimaru, who was crawling.

As the footsteps grew closer, Gin Ichimaru desperately reached out and clawed at the ground, pulling himself forward.

But just ten seconds later, footsteps sounded behind them.