"Kenma, what do you mean by that?"
"Could it be that you can make us Shinigami?"
"The three of us aren't talented—we're just ordinary souls!"
Faced with Kenma's sudden words, all three were startled and shot to their feet.
They wore expressions of utter disbelief as they looked at the outstanding Shinigami whom they had raised with their own hands.
Under their astonished gazes, Kenma slowly nodded.
"Talent doesn't matter. With my ability, I can still give you Spiritual Pressure."
"Though it wouldn't exactly mean becoming professional Shinigami. Normally, only members of the Gotei 13 can officially be called Shinigami."
"That's just a title. It doesn't matter."
Nobunaga immediately waved his hand, barely able to contain his excitement.
"Hahaha! In the end, power is what matters. As long as we have power, even if the title Shinigami were a pile of shit, it would still be an honorable name!"
"Ugh, what a flavorful analogy."
Yoichi was just as excited inside, but after hearing Nobunaga's words, his face darkened and he looked at him with undisguised disgust.
Tenshin Shoun nodded along.
"That's right, that's right."
"Idiots, what do you two know!"
The corners of Nobunaga's mouth rose wildly, and a proud, unrestrained grin spread across his wrinkled face.
"Once we have Spiritual Pressure, we can carve out a new world for ourselves in the Soul Society."
"Then I, Oda Nobunaga, the Right Minister, will become the true Sixth Heaven Demon King who suppresses the Three Realms!"
"Just thinking about that sight makes my whole body tremble with excitement! Hehehehe!"
Yoichi mocked him, "Nobunaga, you still haven't forgotten your old ambitions?"
Tenshin Shoun looked equally speechless. "Fool Nobunaga, aren't you embarrassed to openly call yourself by your own nickname like that?"
"Not embarrassed at all!"
Watching the three of them grow excited,