First Division Barracks.
Captain's Conference Room.
A month had passed since Isshin Shiba's spiritual pressure appeared in the Human World. Aside from a select few captains, no one else knew anything about it.
Yamamoto Genryusai sat upright at the center of the conference room, his imposing presence weighing down on everyone present. He was like a dormant volcano, liable to awaken at any moment.
Below him, several captains stood in succession, eyes on their noses, noses on their mouths, mouths on their hearts. Their expressions were calm and indifferent, utterly unmoved.
Although this captain's meeting had been convened urgently, it still did nothing to affect this group of slackers.
When Su Feng arrived, he was surprised to find that even the perpetually absent directionless Kenpachi Zaraki and the sickly Jushiro Ukitake had shown up at their places right on time.
Noticing Su Feng's arrival, Kenpachi Zaraki bared his teeth in a beastlike, crazed grin.
"Don't leave so quickly after the meeting. I still haven't settled the score for the last time you cut me down!"
Even without releasing any spiritual pressure, his powerful, chilling aura bore down on them, filling the surroundings with frightening pressure.
Su Feng gave no response.
After being beaten up decades ago, then sealed in Mugen for decades, it seemed that much of Kenpachi Zaraki's own seal had been undone.
Even the strength he displayed on the surface was enough to easily crush most captains.
Monsters truly could not be judged by common sense.
Retsu Unohana looked at Su Feng with a smile, dignified and elegant, her gentle temperament embodying the very image of a refined lady.
Since she had challenged him just two days ago, Retsu Unohana did not bring up exchanging pointers in Kendo or fighting to the death.
"Su Feng-kun." Her gentle voice