The First Generation Meets the Later Generations

Just as he was directing his Ice Man to deal with the fearless Sinners, Tsuna suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

Without the slightest hesitation, under the control of his Hyper Intuition, Tsuna instinctively took a step back. In that instant, a blade with no end in sight slashed past Tsuna, Tsuna missing his head from his body.

However, Tsuna completely ignored the Zanpakuto his neck, and instead threw a punch at a spot nearby where no one was paying attention.

A crisp metallic clang rang out, and at the spot where Tsuna had swung his hand, a gray-green-haired, refined-looking old man was forced to fly backward.

"Thank you, Gin."

The extra-long blade in front of Tsuna retracted rapidly, and at the tip of the blade, Gin Ichimaru stretched lazily, saying nonchalantly, "Don't mention it."

As he said this, a sharp glint flashed in Gin Ichimaru's eyes, and he said with a sarcastic tone, "It seems your stealth skills aren't all that great, senpai!"

It was more than just not good enough. The moment Gin Ichimaru Tsuna from the Senkaimon, he sensed something amiss about Tsuna. Without hesitation, he unleashed his Shinsō, averting a near-fatal throat-slitting crisis for Tsuna.

Iwahara Kinre looked at the man with a stern face. His intuition told him that they were the same kind of people, both assassins who sought to kill with a single blow in the darkness.

"You, state your name," Iwahara Kinre said stiffly. Accustomed to silence, he was not very good at speaking.

"When asking someone a question, isn't it polite to give your name, senior?"

"3rd Division, Iwahara Kinre."

"Oh~" After a drawn-out syllable, Gin Ichimaru dropped his playful expression and said seriously, "Third Division Captain, Gin Ichimaru."

As soon as they finished speaking, the two disappeared simultaneously, concealing their positions on the battlefield and waiting for an opportunity to attack again.

"Did Iwahara Kinre fail too? Hey, looks like we'll have to step in!" Saito Furofushi, the temporary leader, called out weakly to his so-called companion.

These first-generation assassins were not so easy to manage; they continued to wander around on their own, showing no interest whatsoever in paying attention to Saito Furofushi.

"I'm telling you guys..." Veins bulged on Saito Furofushi forehead.

"That's enough!"

This wasn't Saito's statement; it was accompanied by an immense sword pressure, upon which rested a gigantic Zanpakuto capable of turning a person into minced meat.

The Black Rope Heavenly Punisher descended directly. Sajin Komamura planned to use his Zanpakuto to first clear out the captains blocking the entrance, and then close the Gates of Hell with his hand.

The Gates of Hell are essentially just doors; as long as they can be opened, Komamura believes he can close them.

Seeing the massive Zanpakuto crashing down, the first captains were forced to dodge the attack. Only the Shigyo No Takekuni, who had a terrifyingly malevolent appearance, remained. He sensed a familiar aura emanating from the enormous blade.

It was the scent of the old dog that left an indelible scar on his hand.

Are they of the same kind? Or their juniors?

Wu Gang neither knew nor cared to know; all he knew was that he was in for some fun today and could finally get his revenge on the old dog who had hurt him!

Shigyo No Takekuni directly picked up the Zanpakuto, which was as thin as Zanpakuto compared to the Black Rope Heavenly Punisher, and thrust it forward, managing to withstand Sajin Komamura's attack.

"Old dog, are you ready to become the fur on my body?" The culture of Shigyo No Takekuni was like a sharp blade, piercing through the heavy Zanpakuto pressing down on him and nailing directly into Sajin Komamura's heart.

Sajin Komamura's attack was not without effect; with one strike, he scattered the first captains who had gathered together, and their opponents appeared before them, who had been targeted long before.

A high-density spiritual pressure flashed past him, and the dark-skinned youth Shihōin Senjuro, nimbly dodged the attack with a quick movement. However, his arm was inevitably pierced by the second, ever-present attack, and a Hōmonka appeared on his forearm.

"Your reaction is really fast, Senhi-sama." Yoruichi Shihōin stopped not far from Shihōin Senjuro, her Flash Cry activated.

Then a Little Ichi figure appeared, her body also radiating Flash Cry. "I'm sorry, Lady Yoruichi, I made a mistake."

Soi Fon said respectfully that the moment she emerged from the Senkaimon, she and Yoruichi had moved together as if by telepathy, their actions perfectly synchronized. Soi Fon willingly became Yoruichi's shadow, hiding in the shadows until Yoruichi revealed Suzumebachi.

"That complexion and handsome appearance." Shihōin Senjuro pinched her chin with great interest. "You must be a child of the Four Great Noble Clans, right? Well done, granddaughter."

Shihōin Senjuro was quite certain of Yoruichi's strength; with such speed and power, she was more than capable of being the head of the Shihōin, but...

"Granddaughter, although I know this is not my place to say this, shouldn't you consider the future of the Four Great Noble Clans?"

Shihōin Senjuro's eyes kept darting back and forth between Yoruichi and Soi Fon, her gossipy expression making even the Soi Fon blush.

"What the hell is going on? This indecent ancestor! My orientation is perfectly normal!" Yoruichi cursed angrily. "And what's more! The mission of inheriting the Shihōin rests on my younger brother!"

"So it has nothing to do with extinction?" Shihōin Senjuro pouted, looking bored.

"You ancestors, just stay underground and behave yourselves!" Yoruichi roared, then said to Soi Fon, "Follow me, Soi Fon, let's take him down quickly!"

"Aren't you going to tell me more about the Four Great Noble Clans?" Shihōin Senjuro's playful expression turned slightly more serious. "I can't!"

"Long time no see, Chigiri."

A gentle and refined woman appeared before Shijima Tomu, the first Fourth Division Captain, but he dared not underestimate her in the slightest.

"Unohana, it's been a long time. You're still alive and well." There was no mockery on Shijima Tomu's face; he simply stated the fact.

"Not only am I not dead, but I also recently relieved myself of the burden of the Fourth Division." Unohana Retsu rubbed her slightly sore shoulders.

"The Fourth Division? Shouldn't you be leading the Squad 11?"

"If you want to know, come and ask my sword first!" A sharp sword light flashed by. Unohana Retsu was the most confident. She knew Shijima Tomu's abilities, but Shijima Tomu had no information about her growth.

Obana Tarou's figure swiftly darted across the battlefield. Just as he was about to strike, the world suddenly spun around him. He quickly drew his sword and slashed behind him. Behind him, a blonde girl with a bob haircut slowly appeared.

"Senior, your opponent is me," Hirako Shinji said calmly. "I only recently stepped down Fifth Division Captain."

"Junior? Your ability isn't the kind I like." Obana Tarou, looking a bit annoyed. He preferred head-on battles, and Zanpakuto like Sakanade was not one he wanted to encounter.

However, it wasn't that he couldn't fight back. Obana Tarou's sword landed precisely on Hirako's position, completely ignoring the visual harassment from the Sakanade. This was the ultimate fighting instinct.

"You really do look a bit like Lisa. It's a pleasure to meet you, Senior Ba Yunzhai."

Kyōraku, who Fūryū Kōkotsu at playing alone, greeted the still bewildered Katori Batsuryusai. Katori Batsuryusai's appearance, physique, and even his glasses perfectly matched Kyōraku's tastes. If only the other person didn't have the Chains of Hell on his chest!

"Are you my opponent?" Katori Batsuryusai ignored Kyōraku's somewhat presumptuous gaze, calmly blocked Fūryū Kōkotsu, and then released his Zanpakuto into its long naginata form.

"Former captain of the 8th Division, current Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13, Shunsui Kyōraku, reporting for duty!" Kyōraku solemnly threw off his straw hat. Having long known about the First Hokage's information, he dared not underestimate this villain who could keep up with Unohana Yachiru.

"Captain-Commander?" Katori Batsuryusai was unusually taken aback, entirely out of respect for the position of Captain-Commander. She said earnestly, "You're very capable."

"Suzumushi!"

The spikes hurtled towards Kumenoi Entetsu, who, baring a mouthful of terrifying gold teeth, calmly smashed them to pieces. Seeing the dark-skinned figure suddenly appear before him, he asked, "A member of the Four Great Noble Clans?"

"No, I am merely a sinner of the 9th Division." Having already fulfilled his dream Kaname Tōsen had no desire for credit and calmly stated the fact that he was serving his sentence.

"Oh?" Yan Tie slapped his steel mace in his palm, grinning maliciously as he walked step by step toward Kaname Tōsen. "9th Division? Sinner? You dare to blaspheme my squad? I suppose you're prepared to face whatever comes your way!"

"Saving the world is also a form of atonement." Kaname Tōsen made up his mind to protect the world that Kakyō loved.

"Then let's give it a try!"

What Yan Tie held in his hand was clearly a short mace, yet it made a thunderous sound when swung. If that mace were to strike someone, the affected area would likely be instantly turned into minced meat.

The cage formed by millennia-old ice was designed to imprison only one person. Otokawa Urio stood inside the Sennen Hyōrō, calmly watching everything unfold, without any intention of stopping it.

Toshiro finally returned from the West. Looking at this so-called senior, he dared not give him a chance. After trapping his opponent in the Sennen Hyōrō, the Hyōten Hyakkasō had already begun.

Otokawa Urio raised their hands to catch the falling snowflakes, letting them bloom into ice flowers on their palms, a smile playing on their lips.

"Hell sees no snow, so thank you for the snow that fell for me. In return, I, who descended upon the Sanzu River, will escort you across!"

With a single strike, the Sennen Hyōrō crumbled into scattered ice crystals. Otokawa Urio, a man born in the Sanzu River, was also the only member of the Kōtetsu Clan to choose to leave Hell.