How Many Cars of Kensei

"Great Sage, are we really going to do this?"

Three years had passed without leaving the slightest mark on the Third Sage's face; to him, three years was nothing more than a fleeting dream.

"What, are you hesitating now?" The First Sage had his back to him, lost in thought.

"Over the past three years, we have had a very good relationship with Dōsan Hanyū. The Five Great Noble Clans have also become closer to and more supportive of our Central 46, with Dōsan Hanyū as their hub."

The Shihoin Clan even put aside the grudges left over from Yoruichi Shihōin.

"Enough." The arrow was on the bowstring, yet the old comrade's attitude was so evasive. "Yamamoto has already ordered the captains of the Fourth Division, Seventh Division, Eighth Division, and Thirteenth Divisions to descend to the World of the Living. Our target is only Yamamoto. As long as we defeat Yamamoto, the Seireitei will be completely under our control."

The moment Dōsan Hanyū intruded into the World of the Living.

"Yamamoto is no longer the Yamamoto!" The more this happened, the more terrified the Third Sage became. The shadow of the strongest Soul Reaper in a thousand years was far from over.

But with Yamamoto now, you can't just look at his muscles.

"We're not the same as before! We now have Sōkyoku, and we have the Sōya Azashiro."

From that day on, Dōsan Hanyū was no longer our ally, but our greatest enemy!

For a moment, no one spoke; even the third sage remained silent.

Yesterday, Dōsan Hanyū was the one who was consolidating and maintaining the fragile balance of the Seireitei; today, he has become the enemy.

The Third Sage sighed. He knew that the entire Central 46 was immersed in this atmosphere. They, who had been living in luxury, were beginning to bare their ferocious fangs in the face of Yamamoto's repeated Yamamoto.

Soi Fon returned to the Second Division barracks. The Second Division was not an easy department; it was just that, relatively speaking, there wasn't much clerical work.

"How's it going, Ōmaeda? How's the mission to exchange information with the Seventh Division going?"

At this point, after several rounds of training by Dōsan, the Second Division was no longer the pushover team it was three years ago; they now truly possessed the strength to carry out executions.

Therefore, occasionally, teams that are on good terms with each other will organize some friendly matches.

It's not that Soi Fon and Komamura have a particularly good relationship.

However, Komamura is a staunch supporter of the "Thirteenth Division".

Soi Fon endured a difficult three years during which the Thirteenth Division and the Central 46 were at odds.

On one hand, his relationship with Dōsan Hanyū and the Shihoin Clan was seen by everyone in Seireitei.

Soi Fon made no attempt to avoid the topic.

After Yoruichi betrayed the Second Division and her family, the Shihoin Clan did not "punish" Soi Fon.

When Soi Fon was "unworthy of her position," lacking Captain-level combat power yet holding a high rank, it was Dōsan Hanyū who helped her.

However, this is a personal matter.

She, Soi Fon, is the captain of the Thirteenth Division, the sharpest blade of the Gotei 13. If she lets personal feelings dictate her choices, how is she any different from Yoruichi?

Soi Fon thus wavered between the two factions.

Despite repeatedly refusing the kindness of the Central 46, he unexpectedly became very close to Dōsan.

As a result, Soi Fon was disliked by both the Thirteenth Division and the Central 46.

"Oh, that's because Captain Komamura has a mission, so it's been temporarily canceled."

"If Komamura has a mission, Tetsuzaemon Iba is capable of commanding an exercise."

Soi Fon frowned. The Second Division was responsible for being very sensitive to missions and assignments, but she hadn't received any information about a captain's mission transfer.

For some reason, Soi Fon felt a little uneasy.

"I don't know. It's said to be a joint mission involving Captain Unohana, Captain Kyōraku, Captain Tōsen, and Captain Ukitake," Ōmaeda deliberately revealed.

In his view, his own captain not only had no chance to participate in the joint missions of so many captains, but he also failed to gather any intelligence, coupled with the cold treatment he had received from the Second Division for the past three years.

It must be a warning from the Captain-Commander!

Even if it is big

Even someone as carefree as Maeda noticed it!

Why should I?!

Ōmaeda was indignant. "You can discriminate against the captain all you want!"

Why are they cutting corners on the Second Division's budget?

The Second Division owes my family so much interest that we can't even afford the interest payments!

They're all the Captain-Commander's direct subordinates!

Whereabouts unknown!

The Dōsan, in this World of the Living?

If she remembered correctly, this was Dōsan's first trip to the World of the Living in the past three years.

With a flick of her haori, Soi Fon's murderous aura nearly lowered the surrounding space by three degrees, but she had only just taken a step forward.

She hesitated again.

So, how is this any different from Yoruichi Shihōin?

She is a warrior, a guardian of Soul Society! She is Yoruichi Shihōin's avenger.

Soi Fon's murderous gaze softened, gradually turning into one of confusion.

"What should I do?"

The World of the Living.

Seeing that the white-haired man had released his Zanpakuto without warning, Dōsan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

There are always some people who don't understand.

When two people cooperate, it's called a game; when one person talks to themselves, it's called being annoying.

Kensei Muguruma, wielding a short dagger, instantly stirred up the Spiritual Pressure of the wind in the space isolated by Hachigen Ushōda.

Around Dōsan's cheek, an invisible wind gradually materialized, hissing as it brushed against Dōsan face, producing a slight but grating friction sound.

No.

Kensei, who was opposite him, saw it clearly: the wind pressure had not hurt Dōsan Hanyū; a thin film of Spiritual Pressure had just appeared on the surface of his cheek.

Oh, it must be that one.

Kensei picked at his ear; he had been listening to Hachi ramble on for three years.

So it's called Mirror Reversal, right?

"You're so strong, why don't you just have a real, hand-to-hand combat with me?" Kensei, straightforward as he was, was very reluctant; he hated this kind of ability the most.

I hate it the most.

Dōsan raised his eyebrows. He hated these kinds of inexplicable guys the most, who would inexplicably appear in front of him and then say even more inexplicable things.

The last one I hated this much was Jin'ya Tsunayashiro.

"Not Bankai?" Dōsan asked, offering a sincere suggestion.

But to Kensei, this was the biggest mockery.

"Huh? You bastard, I'll wait for you to Bankai first!" Kensei dodged, and in an instant, the dagger was already on Dōsan's neck.

While maintaining the barrier, Hachigen Ushōda knew that given the intensity of their battle, the barrier could break at any moment even without him using his full strength.

But on the other side, Hachigen was also silently sensing the trajectory of Dōsan Hanyū's Spiritual Pressure.

He wanted to know just how terrifying this strongest Kidō cultivator of our time, this man who bore the name of Kidō God, truly was.

Kensei dislikes Dōsan, a master of Kidō.

Hachi also disliked Kensei's straightforward, mindless, and unartful attack style. Kensei's Spiritual Pressure made it very difficult for Hachigen to observe him.

It wasn't until the wind pressure brushed against Dōsan's face that Hachigen truly grasped the profound depth of Mirror Reversal. Continuing to contemplate it, Hachigen's expression shifted between confusion and awe.

When Kensei's Zanpakuto was placed against Dōsan, Hachigen's expression suddenly changed drastically, and his originally soft and heavy voice suddenly became sharp.

"Kensei, get out of the way!"