First Division Barracks, tea room.
Scorching heat rolled through the room, and visible flames had even ignited within the spacious chamber.
The bald, white-haired, burly old man sat bare-chested in his seat, glaring furiously at the figure before him as if he wanted to devour him alive.
Ever since Su Feng had arrived, he had remained like this.
Had the tea room not been built with fireproof materials, it would likely have burned down by now.
"Central 46's verdict has been issued."
After glaring for a while, Yamamoto Genryusai realized there was seemingly nothing he could do to Su Feng, and his anger subsided somewhat.
"Given that Captain Tsunayashiro Su Feng had cause for his actions and eliminated three Rebel Army captains, his merits and faults cancel each other out. He will not be held accountable."
Though the words gave Central 46 plenty of room to save face, everyone present knew it was merely an excuse to preserve their dignity.
Had any other captain done such a thing, they would have been locked in the Central Underground Great Prison for at least a century or two.
Su Feng calmly drank the freshly brewed tea, paying the matter no mind whatsoever.
With the little courage Central 46 possessed, they would never dare convict him over such a trivial matter.
Rather than worry about that, he might as well consider how to break through his current limits.
With that thought, Su Feng set down his teacup and gazed idly at the old man before him, an unfathomable look in his eyes.
The strongest Shinigami in a thousand years—a true limit in every sense.
His mastery of the four combat arts of Zankensoki had reached the pinnacle, and even his Zanpakuto was hailed as the strongest of the fire type.
Once upon a