The First Gotei 13 (Cont.)

"The Captain of the Ninth Division, Kumenoi Entetsu, wields a blunt weapon that looks like a mace. His favorite thing to do is to smash his enemies to death with this weapon."

With a bald head, small eyes, and a ring of gold teeth around his mouth, Yan Tieguang looked like an unapproachable gang leader.

"The most crucial thing you need to be aware of is that Yantetsu's Zanpakuto isn't just a melee weapon; it's actually a single-eyed sword capable of launching powerful ranged attacks. Many people have suffered losses because of this Zanpakuto."

This is crucial intelligence: a Zanpakuto that can be used at both close and long range has had some of its uses concealed by that old rascal, Enetsu.

"10th Division, Otokawa Urio, is a member of the Kitetu Clan, one of the Five Great Noble Houses. Because he did not choose to go to Hell, he abandoned the Kitetu surname and changed it to Wang Tuchuan, which is related to the other side of Hell."

"Rumor has it that he, like the Kitetu family, possesses the ability to control demons, but he has never used it. He rose to the position of captain solely through his Zanpakuto."

Otokawa Urio was a handsome man with a bamboo hat to shield his head from the rain. He looked refined and gentle, not like a bad person.

But no one dared to underestimate him; anyone who could become the captain of this group of villains must be quite powerful.

"The Squad 12, Zenteiji Arihime, is just like his physique. He's the kind of guy who likes to crush his opponents with his physical strength. Every enemy who has fought him will have a part of their body turned into mincemeat."

Looking at Zenjoji's body, which was even more exaggerated than Ryoko's, the U-shaped lines painted on his fat face, the two braids at the back of his head, and finally that terrifying smile, he looked exactly like the stereotypical image of a born villain.

"Finally, the 13th Division, Gyakkotsu Saizo, he's the slowest, but also the fastest, because he's the Soul King's Right Hand, Mimihagi's first host!"

Everyone immediately connected this to Jūshirō Ukitake. Could it be that the Soul King's Right Hand was inhabited by sickly individuals?

Before Tsuna appeared, Ukitake's body was so weak that he was unable to fight normally, let alone Bankai.

This Gyakkotsu Saizo emaciated, with loose skin and a hunched back that spoke volumes about the hardships he had endured. Just seeing such an old man normally would make one worry about his safety. How could such a person be the captain of the 13th Division?

Unlike the others, Ukitake focused on Gyakkotsu Saizo's abilities. The slowest thing mentioned was that his physical abilities were poor, while the fastest was probably that he used Mimihagi's power to freeze all his opponents, thus achieving the effect of instantly killing them.

But I wonder... Ukitake placed his hand on his shoulder. Now that the Soul King's Right Hand was on his body, I wonder how much power this Gyakkotsu Saizo would still be able to use after losing the Soul King's Right Hand.

Hell, the deeper world.

This was an area that Tsuna hadn't set foot in when they last came to Hell. Here, Edo-era style buildings were scattered haphazardly on the ground, and all sorts of people and beasts moved about. Without exception, they all wore Chains related to Hell on their chests.

Compared to humans, the beasts had ring-shaped objects connecting their bodies, as if the originally empty spaces were blocked by something.

Boom! Thud!

Explosions from the battle echoed in one area, but the town's residents continued with their own lives as usual, no one caring what had happened at the source of the explosions.

There are too many such things. Fights break out every day, houses are destroyed every day, and residents die every day. But the residents are used to it. After all, they won't really die in Hell. Even the weak can provoke the strong just to spite them.

Chaos and disorder are the defining characteristics of this place, as messy and disorganized as those haphazardly arranged houses. Nobody cares, because this is a place of exile for sinners.

The clanging sounds echoed through the streets and alleys, Saito Furofushi's arrogant voice reverberated on the road, "Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Anyone blocking the way, or I'll send you to the bathhouse!"

You don't really die in Hell. After being killed, you are reborn from Hell Magma. But the feeling is not pleasant. First, you have to endure the pain of the moment of death. Second, when you are reborn, the burning sensation of the lava is like a severe torture.

Therefore, unless there is a conflict, no one would be willing to be reborn. In addition, the conspicuous white haori on Saito Furofushi made everyone feel threatened, and they unanimously made way for Saito Furofushi.

In the center of this city stands a tall pavilion, inhabited entirely by people dressed in haori (feathered robes). These people are very united, and relying on their strength and organized actions, they occupy the best places in the city.

Furthermore, the Bleach are different from these Sinners who have fallen into Hell; they are sent in after death, unlike those sinful Sinners who are swallowed by the Gates of Hell after committing evil deeds.

After these Bleach Captains formed cliques in Hell, they always looked down on Sinners with an air of superiority. Their strength and contemptuous aura forced others to keep their distance when they saw them.

Navigating through streets and alleys, the Saito Furofushi, pulling a string of Zanpakuto, stormed into the tallest building in the center of town.

With a slam of her foot, Saito Furofushi, proclaimed her return. "My minions, welcome back your old lady!"

"Saito- chan, where have you been?" Katori Batsuryusai and looked at Saito expression blank.

"Aren't we about to go to war? Here, I went to get some things." Saito Furofushi, flicked the Chains on his chest, and a series of dust-covered Zanpakuto flew to the middle of the house.

Saito Furofushi immediately attracted the attention of all the Bleach in the pavilion, and without any effort, they found their own swords.

"Yes, Saito, you should at least take better care of our swords, shouldn't you?" Shihōin Senjuro grabbed his Zanpakuto in an instant, wiping the dust off with his hand while complaining with a smile.

"I don't care!" Saito Furofushi, pouted arrogantly and said, "Hurry up and offer me your thanks, you bastards!"

"Thank you, Saito- chan."

Upon seeing Katori Batsuryusai's face, Saito Furofushi vanished instantly. She waved her hand dismissively, "Never mind, go play somewhere else."

"You've even Zanpakuto, Saito. Are you really trying to destroy Soul Society?" Otokawa Urio asked.

"What? You don't want to?!" Saito Furofushi looked at Otokawa Urio with displeasure. "Don't try to intimidate me with your noble principles, I don't care!"

At this point, Saito Furofushi gritting his teeth, said angrily, "If it weren't for that damned old man Yamamoto Shigekuni, would we be suffering here?"

"From a rational perspective, when we die naturally, our bodies cannot decompose into Reishi; we still have to go through Konso Ritual to reach Hell," Iwahara Kinre said calmly. "This future of entering Hell was already predetermined the moment our spiritual pressure surpassed its limit."

"I don't care!" Saito Furofushi seething with anger, sat down cross-legged. "If it weren't for Yamamoto Shigekuni, we would never have come to this godforsaken place so early!"

"We were charging ahead, and that bastard was setting fires behind us. I think that bastard just wanted to take advantage of the situation to kill us and truly seize control of the Gotei 13 from us!"

Silence fell over the surroundings. No one refuted Saito's point of view. They had repeated the topic of how incredibly boring life was in Hell countless times, and they all agreed with this conclusion.

After all, the Gotei 13 at that time was not a glorious and positive image; rather, they were like a villainous organization that collected protection money.

However, unlike Saito, these first captains did not condemn Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's actions. They asked themselves, if they were in that position, would they also choose to eliminate these comrades who could not keep up with the times?

They come from evil backgrounds, so it's not surprising that they stab people in the back.

Seeing that he had made the atmosphere so tense, Saito patted the ground and said, "Anyway, I can't get over this. I can die of old age, but I can't accept being killed by Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto. When the time comes, I'll deal with Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto!"

Then, Saito abruptly changed the subject, "You have no idea what the Seireitei and Rukongai have become. There are cars we've never seen before, beautiful houses, and..."

Saito Furofushi, gesticulated wildly as she described her experiences in Soul Society. Compared to the cannibalistic world they once knew, the Soul Society now offered far more enjoyment.

Saito Furofushi, was getting thirsty. "In short, even if I die, I want to see the changes in Soul Society before I die, rather than being stabbed in the back by that Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto guy!"

"Saito- chan, the world you described sounds wonderful. Are we really going to attack these places?" Katori Batsuryusai asked the crucial question with a blank expression.

"How should I know?" Saito Furofushi, turned her head away. This question was far too profound for her. She swayed, her anger mixed with a hint of helplessness, and said, "Just leave it at that. It's not like we can just stop fighting whenever we want."

The chain around Saito Furofushi, jingled loudly. This was the root cause of the incident; they were all controlled by this small Chains, and it was through this Chains that they learned of Hell's impending invasion of the Three Worlds.

As former members of the Gotei 13, these captains naturally did not want to attack, but once they expressed this desire, their bodies would be possessed by the will of Hell, and they would be completely transformed into tools controlled by Hell.

Having witnessed such Hell, the first captains almost always tried their best to comply with the will of Hell, even when it came to personally leading the expedition against their beloved Seireitei.