Back Ryūgetsu Castle, the wind whipped up straw that littered the streets, leaving many rooftops bare, and no one dared to come out and collect it.
Kenpachi Zaraki saw a group of people gathered around the collapsed city gate, and his height advantage allowed him to recognize his subordinates at a glance.
"What's going on?" He stepped forward, carrying his knife. His wounds had already congealed, but the blood hadn't completely dried. The aura of bloodlust made Punishment Force's men instinctively make way for him.
Soi Fon stepped onto a large pebble, his face grim, and said, "Ask your squad Seated Officer, how dare you allow prisoners to escape and even attack our men."
"Huh?" Kenpachi Zaraki didn't believe they would let the prisoner go; they'd rather kill him. "What are you guys doing?"
Ikkaku Madarame said in an unfriendly tone, "It was their people who interfered in my battle without permission. I told them to just watch from the sidelines and I would take care of that guy."
They wouldn't listen, which allowed Minamoto no Yoshitsune find an opening and escape.
"Me too, we could have won."
Yumichika Ayasegawa the feather ornament from the corner of her eye, "What a bunch of tasteless bastards who don't understand combat."
The 11th Division upholds one-on-one combat and will never gang up on enemies. This is the requirement for ordinary members, not to mention the higher- Seated Officer.
Both men were extremely disgusted by Punishment Force's men joining the fight at will; they had already shown the utmost restraint by simply beating them instead of slashing them.
The internal strife allowed the enemy to escape.
Kenpachi Zaraki, understanding the situation, said impatiently, "Who gave you permission to have your people interfere in the 11th Division's battles?"
"We want to capture them alive, not kill them!" Soi Fon raised his head, his silver-gray eyes filled with coldness.
"That exaggerated explosion couldn't have been fireworks, could it?" Kenpachi Zaraki looked down at the tiny figure who wasn't even taller than his chest.
Soi Fon was in the wrong and had nothing to say.
"I'll let this go this time, but if it happens again, don't blame my men for being ruthless."
Kenpachi Zaraki said those words, then turned and left, intending to find his next battlefield.
Soi Fon wasn't about to let him go, shouting, "We still need to report the mission's progress to the Captain-Commander."
"Tsk." Upon hearing this, Kenpachi Zaraki impatient; he was about to receive another scolding from the Old Man Yama. "What a nuisance."
He couldn't understand why, when they already had Denreishinki that could quickly and conveniently report any issues, they insisted on this face-to-face reporting, which he felt was a waste of time.
Despite his dissatisfaction, Kenpachi Zaraki didn't quit, because of his deep respect for Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto.
It's like a delinquent student facing a righteous and awe-inspiring headmaster; it has nothing to do with fighting ability, it's a natural crushing defeat due to their status.
The reason he killed Miyamoto Musashi was because the Old Man Yama taught him, even though it was only for one day.
But he was deeply impressed.
That was the most boring battle of his life.
No, that can't even be called a battle; it should be what people call learning.
A simple swing contains so many details; just getting into the right posture and swinging it takes him an entire morning.
Then it was time for Su Zhen and the Old Man Yama to clash, again and again, and he would be pointed out for any irregularities in the details.
For Kenpachi Zaraki to that of prenatal education, that kind of instruction, which was full of learning connotations, was undoubtedly a nightmare.
He never wants to learn that bullshit swordsmanship again in his life.
At noon, Hakutōmon.
Kenpachi Zaraki rushed into the Seireitei, making no attempt to go back to change his clothes, and ran straight towards the Senzaikyū in the center.
After running to the outside of the First Division's barracks, Yachiru Kusajishi went to the adjutant's office to wait as usual.
He entered the First Division barracks alone, strode through the empty corridors, turned left and right, and arrived at the living room.
Unlike the main hall Captains' Meeting were held, this place was essentially a private meeting between the squad leaders and Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto.
In the main hall, the report is given to all the team leaders.
Pushing open the living room door, Soi Fon stood there reporting what had happened, not stopping even after hearing the door open.
Kenpachi Zaraki walked over, yawning, and stood next to Soi Fon.
"... No body of Oda Nobunaga was found at the search site, suggesting he may have survived. That concludes the account of this operation."
Soi Fon straightened his back and finished with a powerful voice.
"Is that so?" Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto leaned on his cane, his white beard hanging down to his chest, his expression calm. " Zaraki, what's your report?"
"There was a guy named Miyamoto Musashi, I killed him."
Kenpachi Zaraki truthfully reported what had happened. His mission was to kill Miyamoto Musashi.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto did not lose his temper. He had been able to rule the Seireitei for nearly a thousand years and suppress the various captains under him, not just by brute force, but by his own set of methods for managing his subordinates.
He knew very well that this was not the time to lose his temper, and said in a deep voice, "Go back and rest. Do not leave Seireitei for the time being. Stay in the barracks and await the order to attack."
"Hi," Soi Fon replied.
Kenpachi Zaraki was surprised by the Old Man Yama's good temper. He was not used to not being scolded. He left with a belly full of questions without saying goodbye.
The living room returned to its usual quiet and deserted state.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto turned around, walked to the railing, and leaned on it to look out. Most of the Seireitei came into view.
The orderly arrangement of houses and the beautiful natural environment combine to create a picturesque landscape.
How long can this beautiful scenery last?
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's face was solemn.
Sitting in his position, he wakes up every day to all sorts of conspiracies and intrigues, the complex interests of the nobles, and the vast amount of intelligence generated by these.
Even after so many years, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto still found it difficult to discern the authenticity of this information.
For example, regarding the case of Oda Nobunaga's release, some say it was the Tsunayashiro Clan who released him, some say it was the Kuchiki Clan, and some say it was the Shihoin Clan.
Whom should Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto believe?
We can only trust the evidence.
" Shiraishi, Kūkaku Shiba," Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto read out the two names. Intelligence indicated that the two had an extremely close relationship, Shiraishi was likely working for Kūkaku Shiba.
Coincidentally, Kūkaku Shiba and Yoruichi Shihōin good friends.
Shiraishi is with Oda Nobunaga again. If Yoruichi Shihōin lets Oda Nobunaga go...
A thread gradually formed in Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's mind, and the enormous power involved alarmed him.
If that were the case, the enemy Seireitei would not be just Shiraishi, but a rebellious force of at least nine Captain-level.
Former Twelfth Division Kisuke Urahara, former Kidō Master Tessai Tsukabishi, and former Second Division Captain Yoruichi Shihōin.
Fifth Division Shinji Hirako, former Ninth Division Kensei Muguruma, former Seventh Division Love Aikawa, Third Division Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi, plus one Vice- Kidō, and two Vice-Captains.
This is an all-out war!
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's eyes turned cold, and he shouted, "Someone, order all the squad captains to return to their respective areas of Seireitei. Also, have the Tenth Division, Isshin Shiba, come to the reception hall to see me."