The next day, it was dawn.
Within Eleventh Division Barracks, before Kenpachi Zaraki could open his eyes, a pulling sensation suddenly came from his scalp.
"Little Ken, wake up!"
Yachiru stepped on his pillow, grabbed his hair with two small hands, and pulled it out hard.
Kenpachi The bell on his forehead jingled.
He opened his one eye and looked at Yachiru silently.
"What are you doing again?"
"Patrol!"
Yachiru raised his hands high.
"I protected you very well yesterday, and I will continue to protect you today!"
Kenpachi Zaraki thought of the collapsed wall along the way yesterday and the soldiers whose faces turned pale when they saw Yachiru.
He didn't know whether that kind of patrol could protect Seireitei.
But it's really lively.
Anyway, there is no opponent worth killing today.
"Let's go."
Kenpachi picked up Zanpakuto and stood up from the half-collapsed wooden bed.
Yachiru cheered and jumped onto his shoulders instantly.
The two of them just walked out of the 11th Division gate.
A passing team member saw them and his expression changed on the spot.
"The deputy captain is going on patrol again!"
This shout spread quickly throughout half of Seireitei like it had wings.
The team member who was repairing the wall threw down his hammer and turned around to hide in the ruins.
The team member who was delivering the meal didn't even ask for the lunch box and dove into the grass nearby.
Others dismantled the newly repaired gate and hid it in a warehouse.
After all, if the door is gone, it can be reinstalled.
If Yachiru saw it, not even the door frame would be left.
Tenth Division.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya heard the news outside and raised his head suddenly.
"She came out again?"
The team member who came to report nodded vigorously.
"Yes, and Captain Zaraki is here too!"
Hitsugaya's expression instantly became solemn.
One Yachiru Kusajishi is trouble enough.
Plus Kenpachi Zaraki.
This is simply a mobile disaster.
Hitsugaya glanced around, stepped on the chair and climbed onto the filing cabinet, and squatted on the top with Hyōrinmaru in his arms.
He looked down at Rangiku Matsumoto.
"Don't tell anyone I'm here."
Rangiku sat down below, eating snacks and nodding.
"Don't worry, Captain."
After saying that, she stuffed the last piece of snack on the plate into her mouth.
Hitsugaya looked at the empty plate.
That was what he left behind on purpose.
Hitsugaya:(╬▔ Pan▔)╯
Compared to Yachiru, Rangiku is no safer.
Eighth Division Barracks.
Shunsui Kyōraku was hanging on the beam, his legs tightly clamping the wooden beam, and he was holding a wine bottle in his hand.
Nanao Ise stood below, looking up at him.
"Captain Kyōraku, don't you think this is embarrassing?"
"Nanao-chan, this is called preserving combat power."
Shunsui Kyōraku said seriously, "Uncle, I just changed a pot of new wine yesterday, I can't let Yachiru find out."
There was a sound of footsteps outside the door.
Yachiru The clear voice is getting closer and closer.
"Uncle Flower! Is Uncle Flower here?"
Shunsui Kyōraku shut up immediately and even breathed softly.
Jūshirō Ukitake sat below and said gently, "Captain Kyōraku is feeling unwell today and is resting in bed."
Yachiru poked his head in from outside the door.
"A bed shorter than Little White?"
Ukitake was stunned for a moment.
How did he answer this?
Suddenly there was a soft sound above the head.
Click.
The smile on Shunsui Kyōraku's face froze.
The next second, the beam was disconnected from the middle.
"Oops."
Shunsui Kyōraku smashed down both the person and the wine bottle, landing accurately on Ukitake.
Bang!
Both men fell to the ground at the same time.
Ukitake covered his mouth and coughed violently.
Shunsui Kyōraku also choked on the dust and coughed.
Yachiru stood at the door, clapping happily.
"Uncle Flower is indeed at home!"
Kenpachi Zaraki looked at the two captains on the ground and grinned.
"What are you practicing?"
Shunsui Kyōraku struggled to hold up his body.
"Ahem, new tactical training."
"Looks weak."
Kenpachi immediately lost interest and turned around to leave.
Yachiru waved his little hand and continued to sit on his shoulder and patrol.
Shunsui Kyōraku watched the two people go away and let out a long sigh of relief.
The bartender saved.
As for the beams of Eighth Division.
Let Nanao Jiang apply for maintenance funds.
Not long after, the two of them arrived at the door of Sixth Division.
Renji Abarai had heard the news a long time ago, but did not hide like others.
He carried Zabimaru and rushed out of Division Barracks, his face full of excitement.
"Captain Zaraki!"
"Please spar with me once!"
Kenpachi Zaraki stopped and glanced at him.
"You?"
Renji pulls out Zabimaru, and Reiatsu explodes instantly.
"Don't underestimate me, I've been practicing recently!"
He just raised his hand.
Kenpachi has punched him in the face.
Boom!
Renji flew out sideways, smashed the wall at the door of Sixth Division, and rolled on the ground for more than ten times.
The surrounding soldiers retreated silently.
This discussion ended faster than they imagined.
Renji was lying in the rubble, half of his face was swollen.
After a moment, he stood up unsteadily.
"Come again!"
His eyes were brighter than before.
Kenpachi Zaraki is a little surprised.
Although it is very weak, it is at least resistant to beatings.
Yachiru squatted beside him, reaching out and counting the gravel on the ground.
"One piece, two pieces, three pieces..."
She counted for a long time and then looked up at Renji.
"Little Red is very durable."
Renji wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and grinned. "Of course!"
The next second, Kenpachi punched again.
Renji flew back to the wall along the original path.
Yachiru lowered his head and started counting again.
This time more rocks were broken.
The patrol went smoothly.
Before noon, the two finally arrived at Third Division.
In the courtyard, Yoriichi sat quietly under the tree drinking tea.
On the low table were several unfinished team documents.
Kenpachi Zaraki walked into the yard with an excited smile on his face.
"Yoriichi, fight with me."
Yoriichi put down the tea cup and shook his head.
"There is a lot of team work today and I have no time."
Kenpachi glanced at the pieces of paper on the table.
"Can't we just throw this thing away?"
"Can't throw it away."
"Then I'll cut it for you."
"You can't cut it either."
Kenpachi frowned.
It cannot be thrown or chopped.
What is the meaning of the existence of such a thing?
Yoriichi took out a pair of Shogi from under the table and said calmly, "If you win, I will play with you."
Kenpachi Zaraki didn't even think about it and sat directly opposite him.
"Come."
Yachiru was lying on the table, watching with interest as the two men arranged the chess pieces.
Less than three minutes into the first game.
Kenpachi Zaraki's King General is surrounded.
He stared at the chessboard for a long time.
"Come again."
The second round was faster.
Kenpachi only focused on letting the chess pieces rush forward, leaving not even a single defender behind.
Yoriichi dropped one Gold General.
"You lost."
Kenpachi The veins on his forehead are throbbing.
"Come again!"
In less than ten minutes, Yoriichi had eaten up all the chess pieces on the table.
Yachiru clasped his hands beside him and counted.
"Little Ken lost many times."
"Shut up."
Kenpachi grabbed Zanpakuto and stood up with a dark face.
Yoriichi picked up the tea cup again.
"Are you still fighting?"
"No fight!"
Kenpachi Zaraki turned around and walked towards the door.
"More tomorrow than anything else!"
Yachiru jumped back on his shoulder, turned back and waved his little hand to Yoriichi.
"Little Yoriichi, see you tomorrow!"
Yoriichi nodded.
The two walked out of the Third Division gate, and Kenpachi's unwilling roar came from the distance.
"Yoriichi Tsugikuni! Let's fight tomorrow! If you dare to hide, I will tear down the front door of your house!"