Eleventh Division Style: Taking the Fight to Their Doorstep

"Is there a problem?"

Su Feng withdrew his finger and spoke casually while lying on his back. "He's just a Third Seat."

"Doesn't this captain have the authority to deal with him?"

At those words,

Fujio Ryukawa forced a bitter smile and carefully explained,

"Captain, you may not know this."

"Third Seat Madarame joined the division only a few years ago, yet he relied on his formidable strength and near-mad fighting spirit to become the Eleventh Division's Third Seat."

"In terms of strength alone, he may not even be weaker than certain Lieutenants."

As a Soul Reaper responsible for organizing case files, Fujio Ryukawa was quite skilled at compiling intelligence.

"What makes things even more difficult,"

he hesitated, "is the Eleventh Division's culture of revering martial prowess. Third Seat Madarame won't respect you just because you're a captain."

"Besides that..."

Fujio Ryukawa trailed off, seemingly wary of something.

"Speak freely," Su Feng said frankly. "Other than Zaraki, what else is there to fear?"

"Y-you know?"

Fujio Ryukawa looked astonished. "Captain Zaraki enjoys challenging the strong. If news of the Assessment Battle reaches the Eleventh Division..."

"He certainly won't let go of any chance to challenge you."

"Even among the captains, Captain Zaraki is a complete monster..."

Su Feng glanced at him. Though he appeared somewhat timid on the surface, he was genuinely looking out for his own people.

At least he meant well.

"It doesn't matter." Su Feng waved a hand. "Zaraki is in the files too."

"Even if he doesn't come to challenge me, I won't let him off."

Kenpachi Zaraki's danger rating was indeed quite high, but he was currently in a state of self-sealing, so there was no need to worry too much.

"Since you know the case files and intelligence on each division rather well,"

Su Feng rose and headed for the door. "Then come along."

"From today onward, the Ninth Division will become an insurmountable milestone in Soul Society history."

Fujio Ryukawa's eyes widened in stunned disbelief.

Before he could say anything, Su Feng's back was already receding into the distance.

Panicking, Fujio Ryukawa could only hurry after him.

Eleventh Division Barracks.

On the martial arts platform,

two figures were locked in a contest of strength, pressing against each other like a pair of wild bulls.

The muscles on their arms bulged, veins standing out, while the floor beneath their feet creaked under the unbearable strain.

Yet amid the boiling clamor, it all seemed even more frenzied.

Sunlight streaming through the windows gleamed off one man's bald head. The veins protruding across it made him look even more ferocious.

A beastlike growl rumbled from his throat as both hands clamped around his opponent's arm.

Then he suddenly exerted force!

In an instant, he hoisted his opponent into the air and viciously slammed him down, smashing a deep crater into the platform.

Rather than frightening the spectators, the sight only stirred the ferocity of these madmen even further.

"Ohohoho, as expected of Third Seat Madarame!"

"The strongest Seated Officer in the Gotei 13, the holder of a hundred consecutive victories in brute-force duels!"

"So strong! My blood is boiling!"

Amid the deafening cheers, there was nothing but flattery and worship for the man atop the platform!

In this division, where martial virtue was revered and warrior spirit ran through every member, the strong were unquestionably the most admired.

As the strongest Seated Officer among them, Third Seat Madarame naturally had no shortage of loyal followers.

"Haha, you're already down after just that much? What a disappointment!"

Ikkaku Madarame laughed wildly. "Is there anyone stronger?"

"My blood has only just begun to burn!"

Boom!

The moment his words fell,

a thunderous explosion erupted from the Eleventh Division's gates.

Fujio Ryukawa trembled as he stared at his captain, then at the gates in the distance that had been blasted to pieces. The terror on his face was almost tangible.

Who am I? Where am I? What just happened?!

Looking at the scene before him, Fujio Ryukawa felt his mind go completely blank.

What kind of development is this?!

Without even announcing themselves, he just blew apart their gates?!

Su Feng calmly withdrew his right hand and blew away the wisps of white smoke curling from his fingertips.

"Come on. Let's apprehend the criminal."

With that, he strode straight into the Eleventh Division Barracks.

As for Fujio Ryukawa, his expression had twisted somewhat beneath his extreme terror.

He took several deep breaths, barely forcing his weakened legs to move as he followed close behind Su Feng.

Everything he had experienced today was testing the limits of his mental endurance.

This new captain's way of doing things was completely beyond reason...

The moment Ikkaku Madarame heard the blast, he charged out of the barracks with the Eleventh Division members.

The two sides faced one another head-on on the grass outside the barracks.

On Ikkaku Madarame's side, every one of them looked like a villain, their presence menacing!

On Su Feng's side, there were only two people, and one of them did not even dare to look directly at this pack of madmen.

Looking at the blasted-open gates in the distance, Ikkaku Madarame's mouth twitched. Veins bulged across his forehead, and his expression grew increasingly savage.

"You bastard, are you looking to die?!"

With his right hand tucked inside his haori, Su Feng replied slowly,

"Fujio Ryukawa, recite this man's crimes."

Upon hearing the order, Fujio Ryukawa suppressed the fear in his heart and shakily said,

"On November 11, Third Seat Madarame of the Eleventh Division unlawfully broke into the Ninth Division Prison and injured seventeen prisoners."

"On December 18, while carrying out a mission in North District 63 of Rukongai, Third Seat Madarame destroyed three streets and forcibly killed a prisoner."

"On July 9, Third Seat Madarame..."

Due to his style of conduct, Ikkaku Madarame was practically a regular in the Ninth Division's case files.

And when measured against Seireitei regulations, this man was fully qualified to be imprisoned in the Ninth Division Prison.

"Ha?!"

Ikkaku Madarame leaned forward, wearing a vicious expression as he stared fixedly at Su Feng.

"You two are here on behalf of the Ninth Division to arrest me?!"

He was reckless, but he was no fool.

After a brief assessment, he understood Su Feng's purpose in coming here.

"Since you understand, then come with me."

Su Feng replied calmly, "As the newly appointed Captain of the Ninth Division, I need more accomplishments to secure my position."

"If necessary, I'll use force."

At those words, Ikkaku Madarame's pupils constricted, and the savagery in his expression eased somewhat.

"The Ninth Division's new captain..."

He sized up Su Feng. After a brief moment of thought, his mouth suddenly split into a grin, and he took on an even more crazed demeanor.

"If you want to enforce Seireitei regulations, defeat me first!"

Suddenly,

spiritual pressure erupted across the grass outside the Eleventh Division Barracks, and wild winds howled!