The Arena (1)

The Royal Guard suddenly made their move, and the atmosphere on the field immediately turned somewhat delicate. After all, these two bizarre-looking people represented the Soul King.

No one could figure out which side they would ultimately stand on.

Oetsu Nimaiya grinned as he pressed down on Shi Tan's hand, which was making to draw his sword. Turning back, he flashed a toothy smile and said, "Young man, don't be so hot-blooded!"

"This is Seireitei's business. You two should stay out of it," Yamamoto said, turning to the monk who had been standing off to the side watching the show.

Even he could not quite tell what choice these two would make.

"Well, this old monk..."