You Have No Choice, I Call the Shots Here!

As for Kenpachi Zaraki having his eye on him, Su Feng had no idea, though he had long expected it.

The moment he chose Ikkaku Madarame as his first target, he had already calculated the developments that would follow.

In the eyes of the other Shinigami, the new captain of the Eleventh Division was someone who absolutely could not be provoked lightly.

Not to mention his beast-like fighting style and his pathological obsession with slaughter.

That fierce face alone was enough to make more than eighty percent of the Shinigami keep their distance.

Coupled with the unique method by which one became captain of the Eleventh Division, the Shinigami were even more wary of Kenpachi Zaraki...

Su Feng, however, paid it no mind at all.

With Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto above them, something like a deadly fight between captains would never be allowed to happen.

As for fighting, he was not worried about the current Kenpachi Zaraki.

With countless seals locking away his original strength, Kenpachi Zaraki was only around average even among the current captains.

Put simply, he still needed a good beating from society.

Besides, as someone with no sense of direction, and with another little lost soul giving him directions, even finding the Ninth Division barracks would be a troublesome task for Kenpachi Zaraki.

As for intuition, it could go to hell.

After dealing with Ikkaku Madarame's case file, Su Feng once again turned his gaze to that gleaming head.

Even though the lighting in the cell was somewhat dim, Ikkaku Madarame's scalp still shone brilliantly, like a lightbulb turned up to maximum wattage.

It was quite a bizarre sight.

"According to Soul Society law, you should be sentenced to..."

Su Feng spoke calmly, but halfway through, he remembered that he had not even memorized the laws. He had only given them a cursory glance.

The prison guard Shinigami beside him raised a hand to his mouth and quietly reminded him:

"Destroying the Prison and severely injuring a criminal warrants imprisonment of more than seven years."

"If you choose the Central Underground Great Prison, the sentence can be reduced to one year."

Clearly, the prison guard was far more competent at his job than a division captain.

"I choose the Central Underground Great Prison."

Before Su Feng could make a decision, Ikkaku Madarame raised his hand and volunteered. "If I stay in a place this dark and devoid of fighting for seven years, I'm afraid I'll go insane."

He did not know how dangerous the Central Underground Great Prison was.

But simply from the difference in sentence length, he could infer a thing or two.

Ikkaku Madarame was reckless, not stupid.

Even so, he still decisively chose the latter.

For a battle maniac like him, a life without fighting was worse than death.

Su Feng, who had been considering the matter, raised a brow at those words and looked at Ikkaku Madarame with mild surprise.

"Still haven't figured out the situation?"

"Once you've entered the Prison, you no longer have the right to choose."

"Third Seat Madarame, all you can do now is accept your fate."

With that, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly as he faced Ikkaku Madarame with a gentle smile.

For some reason, the moment he saw that kindly smile, an inexplicable chill rose from the deepest depths of Ikkaku Madarame's heart.

Memories of their battle on the barracks lawn earlier also surged through his mind.

Though it had lasted only a few short seconds, it had still left him with no small amount of psychological trauma.

"Cough, cough!"

Ikkaku Madarame coughed heavily several times and hurriedly shifted his gaze elsewhere. Instinctively, he replied, "I was being rash. Please pass judgment as you see fit."

"I'm willing to accept any punishment."

In order to get away from this dangerous fellow as soon as possible, Ikkaku Madarame temporarily abandoned his so-called dignity.

The feeling of being seen through was simply too unpleasant.

"Hmm, regarding this punishment..."

Su Feng stroked his chin, putting on a thoughtful expression. "Lock him up in Prison for three months first."

"Once the Captain Inauguration Ceremony is over, we'll decide how to deal with him next."

Upon hearing this, Ikkaku Madarame opened and closed his mouth, about to speak, only to catch Su Feng's unfriendly gaze. He immediately swallowed the words that had reached his lips.

After their brief time together, Ikkaku Madarame had come to regard the Captain of the Ninth Division before him as being just as dangerous as Kenpachi Zaraki.

At the very least, Kenpachi Zaraki's thoughts were not as difficult to fathom as Su Feng's.

Just as Su Feng finished speaking, a system panel appeared before his eyes.

Autonomous Daily Mission as Captain of the Ninth Division completed.

Spiritual Pressure increased. Current level: Third-Class Spiritual Might!

Hado mastery increased. Mastered Hado #73: Sōren Sōkatsui!

Unlike his previous autonomous training, the Autonomous Daily Mission required him to carry out the duties of the Captain of the Ninth Division. The rewards varied according to the difficulty of the mission and the degree of completion.

As the Third Seat of the Eleventh Division, Ikkaku Madarame had accumulated quite a few cases in the Ninth Division's records.

Relatively speaking, the reward was fairly decent.

The moment the mission was completed, Su Feng's mind was flooded with a vast amount of knowledge concerning Hado #73, Sōren Sōkatsui.

Incantation Abandonment, Double Incantation, Post-Incantation, as well as the application of its Kido Incantation.

In but an instant, Su Feng had completely mastered every use of Sōren Sōkatsui. He could even break down its Kido Incantation and incorporate it into his understanding of other Kido.

As a mid-level Kido, Sōren Sōkatsui possessed considerable power.

Even among the captains skilled in Kido, it was used with great frequency.

Not only that, his Spiritual Pressure also surged and strengthened slightly.

Though he had yet to break through the limits of Third-Class Spiritual Might, he was already close to reaching the threshold of Second-Class Spiritual Might.

Su Feng estimated that before long, the rewards from autonomous training and Autonomous Daily Missions would be enough to bring him to the realm of Second-Class Spiritual Might.

Spiritual Might had once been a standard of measurement used among nobles, referring to the density of Spiritual Pressure within reishi.

Its classification was rather vague.

This was also one of the key reasons why this standard was not widely known among Shinigami.

To break through one's original Spiritual Might realm required more than mere cultivation. More importantly, it depended on the nature of one's soul.

The rigid hierarchy of Soul Society stemmed from this as well.

The talents and soul strength of nobles far surpassed those of ordinary Rukongai residents.

For Su Feng, Third-Class Spiritual Might was far from enough.

Even First-Class Spiritual Power was not nearly sufficient.

For monsters like Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto, Aizen Sosuke, and Yhwach, although their Spiritual Pressure was classified as First-Class Spiritual Power, they far exceeded other Shinigami of the same First-Class Spiritual Power.

It was like how top students scored a hundred simply because the test was only worth a hundred points.

You could not use a top student's test score to measure yourself.

The two were never on the same level.

Su Feng constantly reminded himself that only by possessing the strength to sweep aside all opposition could he truly seize control of his own fate.

This world was far more dangerous than it appeared.