As the enormous mushroom cloud rose, a halo-like cloud spread outwards, and the gale blew away the dust in front of the Soi Fon.
The mushroom cloud revealed its more complete form.
Hehe~ A slight smile appeared on her lips.
Even if Shiraishi doesn't die now, he will be seriously injured.
It was a bit of a shame that she couldn't see the boy's disheveled appearance in person, but she could still recreate the scene in her imagination, and her anger immediately subsided.
Then, she remembered a very important question: What about Oda Nobunaga?
The purpose of this joint operation between the Second Division and 11th Division is to capture Oda Nobunaga, find out who spared him three hundred years ago, and see if it was Shinigami or a nobleman.
Regardless of who it is, anyone who dares to release the prisoner who attempted to assassinate the Captain-Commander is a traitor who harbors disloyalty towards the Seireitei.
The mission of Stealth Force is to nip any sparks of rebellion in the bud.
It's important to know that the Seireitei was founded and the Shinigami rose to power only a little over nine hundred years ago.
Given the Soul Society's history spanning millions of years, there have been many unified regimes similar to the Seireitei.
Those regimes were destroyed by external forces, but what led to their destruction by external forces were their own internal causes.
If it weren't for internal problems, how could a regime capable of ruling the Soul Society have fallen so easily?
Soi Fon kept in mind the lessons of history. She was ruthless to external enemies, and even more ruthless to internal corruption and traitors.
If Oda Nobunaga were dead, finding the traitor would undoubtedly be much more difficult.
Soi Fon looked into the distance, a look of frustration on his face. Judging from the scene, that guy probably wasn't even left with ashes.
She shouldn't have acted impulsively and used Bankai on Shiraishi.
Wait, Shiraishi and Oda Nobunaga have joined forces...
A question suddenly popped into her mind: Was the relationship between the two really that simple? Could Shiraishi be an underling of the person behind it all?
After a moment's thought, Soi Fon shook his head, denying his own idea.
Shiraishi doesn't seem like that kind of person.
Some people are born with ambition, wanting to conquer and dominate; others are passionate about pursuing their dreams of freedom.
She felt that someone like Shiraishi would never submit to anyone; at most, he might know someone behind the scenes and help them out for some reason.
" Captain Soi Fon," a Punishment Force soldier Shunpo appeared in front of her, interrupting her thoughts, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Soi Fon wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, not wanting to look too disheveled, and asked, "How are you now?"
" The Third Seat and Fifth Seat of the 11th Division are still fighting two thieves, while the sixth seat is seriously injured and is being treated by the Fourth Division."
The man answered quickly, and seeing her about to stand up, he instinctively reached out to help her.
His silver-gray eyes were sharp as knives.
The outstretched hand was immediately withdrawn.
Soi Fon bit her lip, ignoring her weakness, and forced herself to stand up against the wall, straightening her back. She looked like a stray cat.
Even though they are covered in wounds, they still retain their pride and will not accept help from others.
"Send people to search the site of the Suzumebachi Raikōben' explosion and see if there are any survivors."
Adhering to the principle of proceeding cautiously, Soi Fon decided to send men to search. "Furthermore, Oda Nobunaga's subordinates may know some important information; we must capture them alive."
"Yes, sir," Punishment Force replied, then asked, "Should we send someone over to Captain Zaraki's side?"
Soi Fon glanced south, a look of disdain appearing on his small face. "Ignore that guy."
Inside the gradually destroyed dense forest.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Kenpachi Zaraki let out a wild, unrestrained laugh, swung his sword, was slashed, swung his sword, was slashed again, his Shihakushō and Captain's Haori were both tattered.
More than a dozen wounds appeared on that tall, thin body.
What's going on?
Miyamoto Musashi dumbfounded.
With his well-rounded offensive and defensive skills, Niten Ichi-ryū has fought to this point without ever being hit.
The situation was clearly in his favor.
Why is Kenpachi Zaraki laughing? Why can't this guy be defeated?
No, let alone falling down.
The golden Reiatsu surged even higher, and a pale white skull could be vaguely seen grinning within it, "Hahaha!"
Kenpachi Zaraki never expected that even with his all-out effort, his opponent could still hold on. He was overjoyed; how long had it been since he felt this happy?
Forget everything else; at this moment, all I want to do is savor the joy that this battle brings.
"Go to hell!" Miyamoto Musashi roared, using this to mask the indescribable fear in his heart.
He rushed forward, parrying the falling blade with his katana, then twisted his body to lean in, and the small katana viciously stabbed towards his heart.
Kenpachi Zaraki gripped his kodachi in his left hand, somewhat accustomed to Niten Ichi-ryū's attack style.
This is why Miyamoto Musashi was afraid; laughter alone could not sway him at all.
What truly shook him was Kenpachi Zaraki's steadily improving fighting skills.
We must use ruthless measures to completely defeat them.
Miyamoto Musashi his sword, sidestepped the blade, and then leaped into the air like a low-flying eagle. The abandoned katana flipped over, its hilt flipping from bottom to top, and he grabbed it.
Niten Ichi-ryū - Soaring Dragon Flash.
He slashed at Kenpachi Zaraki's neck, and a large amount of blood gushed out.
Miyamoto Musashi landed on the ground behind him, turned around, and said, "It worked?"
The tone was uncertain.
The Soaring Dragon Flash breaks the Niten Ichi-ryū Ichi-ryu style's traditional approach of using the tachi for defense and the kodachi for offense, instead employing the kodachi for feints and the tachi for main attacks. It is specifically designed to counter those who can see through Niten Ichi-ryū's attacks.
"Wow, that was pretty powerful. Here you go."
Kenpachi Zaraki turned around, tossed his tachi to Miyamoto Musashi, and grinned maliciously, "Let's continue the fight."
"Ah!!!!"
Miyamoto Musashi let out a desperate scream, tears streaming down his face. He dropped his katana, knelt on the ground, and bowed his head, saying, "I've had enough! I can't kill him no matter what I do. Just give me a quick death!"
"Huh? What nonsense are you talking about? Get up and keep fighting!"
Kenpachi Zaraki was unhappy; the climax was just around the corner, how could it be stopped?
"Whatever." Miyamoto Musashi looked utterly dejected.
Kenpachi Zaraki hand and slashed downwards. Miyamoto Musashi didn't react. Just as the blade was about to strike the back of his head, he clicked his tongue.
Kenpachi Zaraki didn't actually strike; he raised his sword, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and walked past him.
A hint of joy flashed in Miyamoto Musashi's eyes.
They're so naive. These guys, born to fight, are just too naive. They're fixated on direct combat and have forgotten the true meaning of fighting itself.
For Miyamoto Musashi, the methods were irrelevant; what mattered was winning.
He swiftly grabbed the katana and the short katana, channeled all his Reiatsu, and turned to cut the unsuspecting Kenpachi Zaraki into three pieces.
To his surprise, Kenpachi Zaraki wasn't facing away from him, but rather facing him directly, with his hands gripping his swords above his head.
Sujin, the most basic technique in Kendo.
Miyamoto Musashi immediately recognized the pose and understood that the other party had seen through his little scheme.
His sword struck first, Kenpachi Zaraki's sword arrived first.
The skull split open, and the chain continued downwards, splitting the entire body in two, followed by the earth, the air, and the mountains.
The whole world seemed to have been cleaved in two by this one stroke.
Amidst the Infinity rumbling of the earth, the trees on both sides trembled, and the air seemed to scream, emitting a wind sound like the wailing of a baby.
Kenpachi Zaraki flicked his sword, drawing blood, and turned around. This time, it was truly over.
Yachiru Kusajishi leaped and perched on his shoulder, " Ken-chan won again."
"Hmm." Kenpachi Zaraki grinned and strode towards Ryūgetsu Castle, hoping to catch one or two more battles.