Tenteikūra is a high-level Bakudō that uses Reiatsu to search for the location of multiple people, capture them, and send messages.
Those who cannot detect Reiatsu cannot hear the sound.
Those who are connected to the Tenteikūra will feel something, as if a thread is hanging down from the sky to the back of their neck.
Makizō Aramaki subconsciously looked up, and a deep, mature voice sounded in his ear, " Second Division Captain, 11th Division, and the members in the West District Ten."
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What's going on around you?
Makizō Aramaki wiped the liquid that had suddenly splashed on his face, looked down, and saw that his left palm was covered in crimson.
"?" He quickly looked to his left and saw a headless corpse lying on the ground. Judging from the irregular wounds on the neck, the head seemed to have been blown apart by some kind of blunt object.
"Ugh." He let out a scream of extreme terror, trying to turn his head to call for his companion's help, only to find that his companion on the right had also died, his severed head rolling at his feet.
"Ah."
Makizō Aramaki screamed, so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, completely losing interest in what Tenteikūra was saying, and hurriedly turned around.
His heart was pierced, and half of his body was slashed diagonally.
Unbeknownst to them, their three companions behind them also embarked on their journey to the underworld, dying instantly like the two on either side.
The winds of death brushed past me.
His mouth was agape, and he quickly touched his head and body with both hands, as if afraid of having any wounds he didn't know about. He completely lacked the fearless fighting spirit of the 11th Division.
Makizō Aramaki was merely brave and fierce, but he was far from being a fanatical fighter who considered battle his life.
Joining the 11th Division was the biggest mistake and illusion of his life. He mistakenly believed that he was obsessed with fighting and wanted to make a name for himself in the fighting division.
However, the 11th Division taught him a lesson he shouldn't have.
Leaving aside Captain Zaraki, who treats battle as if it were his very breath, none of the others are easy to deal with; they are like wild beasts that eat raw meat and drink blood.
His ruthlessness, when left in the 11th Division, is like Shiro-chan entering a pack of wolves.
Makizō Aramaki thinks about transferring teams every day, but he knows it's impossible.
After joining the Gotei 13, if you want to transfer to another team, you either need to be noticed by the captain of another team and be transferred to be a vice-captain.
Alternatively, they could be recommended by the captain to join another squad.
He could not meet either of the two conditions.
"Phew, I, I'm fine," Makizō Aramaki patted himself all over, making sure there were no holes in his body. His wildly beating heart slowed down a little, and he no longer had that thrilling feeling of wanting to jump out of his chest.
"... Meet at Rice Village."
Tenteikūra disappeared.
Makizō Aramaki hadn't heard a word of what was said before, but the phrase "meet in Rice Village " resonated deeply with him.
At this moment, he no longer wanted to wander outside alone. He quickly pushed himself up, took two steps forward, but his legs gave way and he fell to the ground. Looking at his companion's lifeless head, he cried out, "Ah!"
He screamed, scrambled to his feet on all fours, and ran away crying in a very seductive manner.
We drove all the way to Rice Village, where the wind rustled through the tall white poplar trees, and the sunlight was fragmented and scattered.
Seeing a large group of Shinigami gathered there, Makizō Aramaki Makizuki finally felt relieved and ran towards his own squad.
His blood-stained and disheveled appearance certainly attracted the attention of many team members.
" Aramaki, what's wrong with you?"
In the 11th Division, the Fifth Seat, Yumichika Ayasegawa, is usually in charge of all the team's affairs, big and small.
The Seated Officer above him had absolutely no interest in such matters.
"I don't understand either," Makizō Aramaki out his grievances. "When I heard Tenteikūra's message, Aryū and the others were suddenly killed, killed instantly. I didn't even see who the murderer was."
Yumichika Ayasegawa recognized who it was and retorted, "You're really lucky, kid. You didn't die even after running into Shiraishi. You know, in just a short while, we've already lost over a hundred of our soldiers to him."
"Hundreds of them?!" Makizō Aramaki shocked.
Ikkaku Madarame interjected, "What are you surprised about? It's perfectly normal for an enemy to have the strength to defeat Twelfth Division."
"You're all crazy!" Makizō Aramaki looked at the two men, then at his companions around him, and once again realized the gap between himself and them. "Where's Captain Zaraki?"
"Inside, they're discussing countermeasures with the Captain Kyōraku and Captain Soi Fon."
Yumichika Ayasegawa pointed to a house on the edge of the village. From the outside, it looked much like the other houses, all with thatched roofs.
The house isn't very big, but it's more than enough to accommodate three people.
Shunsui Kyōraku chose the temporary meeting point because he didn't want the other team members to notice the tense standoff between the captains.
"The disciplinary problems of the 11th Division need to be addressed; overly lax management leads to situations like this."
Soi Fon crossed her arms, her petite frame exuding an aura of superiority.
Kenpachi Zaraki lowered his eyes and said impatiently, "Will discipline help you win? Boring, I don't want to waste my time discussing this with you."
"Alright, both of you, stop arguing."
Shunsui Kyōraku raised his hand to act as a peacemaker, saying with a helpless smile, "We suffered heavy losses this time; 103 members of the 11th Division were killed. Continuing with the dispersed strategy is clearly not a good idea."
Soi Fon glanced sideways and asked, "What do you plan to do?"
"Waiting for the rabbit to run into the tree stump; Rice Village seems to have a good relationship with Shiraishi, otherwise he wouldn't have been provoked by the 11th Division's actions."
Shunsui Kyōraku's idea, though not particularly brilliant, was the most suitable strategy at the moment.
It's important to know that when he uses the Tenteikūra to communicate, his Reiatsu is constantly being released outwards. Ordinary members cannot detect it, but Captain-level person certainly cannot ignore his Reiatsu.
This was a test on his part, and the result was that the number of soldiers did not continue to decrease.
This shows that the other party was intelligent, understood his meaning, and stopped the killing in time.
"He won't come." Soi Fon shook her head. She knew Shiraishi's personality quite well. "Killing people from Rice Village will only invite his revenge. Next time, it won't just be the 11th Division members who die."
"We should at least give it a try." Shunsui Kyōraku lowered his straw hat. He knew the chances were slim, but he still suggested it anyway, his true intention being a ceasefire.
There was no way around it; Shiraishi's Reiatsu was too well concealed and too troublesome.
The only opportunity he could seize was wasted by Mayuri Kurotsuchi.
If I hadn't acted alone two days ago, but instead called upon them to act together, things wouldn't have escalated to this point.
Kenpachi Zaraki said impatiently, "You all leave. Leave me here alone, and that guy will naturally show up."
"No."
Soi Fon rejected his proposal, saying, "Keeping you here would only cause more trouble."
"You," Kenpachi Zaraki had barely uttered a word when he was interrupted by a report coming from outside.
" Captain Kyōraku, Third Seat Akon of the Twelfth Division has discovered an underground passage; the culprit is likely hiding there."