First Division Barracks.
Captain's Meeting Room.
Since Aizen and the others' betrayal, the Seireitei had entered a fervent period of reconstruction. This was the first captain's meeting since then.
Looking across the Seireitei, "in ruins and awaiting revival" was the only fitting description.
At least, that was how Su Feng saw it.
The captains arrived one after another, while their accompanying Lieutenants were arranged to wait in a room beside the meeting hall.
Yet after half an hour of waiting, Yamamoto Genryusai was still nowhere to be seen.
Fortunately, everyone present was fairly patient. Even Kenpachi Zaraki stood motionless, his arms folded around his serrated blade, Nozarashi.
Mayuri Kurotsuchi approached him, only to discover that the man had his eyes closed, his expression relaxed, and was emitting faint snores that showed signs of growing louder.
"He can fall asleep even now..." Shunsui Kyoraku glanced over with a helpless expression.
He had no idea what was going on either.
An entire hour had already passed since the scheduled start time.
Old Man Yama had never been late before.
Just as he was beginning to lose his patience and was about to call Chōjirō Sasakibe over to ask, the massive doors to the meeting room burst open, and a scorching wave of heat rolled in.
Everyone's vision blurred. A blazing red flash streaked through the middle of the room, and the familiar old man was already seated at the center of the meeting hall.
Behind him was another figure the captains could not ignore, walking in with steady steps.
Compared with Yamamoto Genryusai's grim expression, Su Feng appeared far more relaxed, just as usual.
"Central 46 has issued its relevant orders."
The aged yet imposing voice echoed through the meeting room. Yamamoto Genryusai swept his gaze over the captains, only to find