Nearly a thousand years is enough time for the Gotei 13 to evolve from a purely assassin organization into a military organization with well-defined functions that maintains peace and order.
When each squad is attacked, they each have their own tasks to perform.
Needless to say, the 11th Division's job is combat: find the enemies who have invaded the palace, and then defeat them or be defeated themselves.
The Fourth Division is responsible for medical care. In the event of a battle, unless ordered by the Captain-Commander, they will generally follow regulations and dispatch medical teams to patrol the area and do their best to save the wounded.
The Seventh Division's duty is to assist and protect the First Division and the Central 46 Chambers.
Apart from the Seventh Division, if a battle occurs in the Shin'ō District, other divisions will not send reinforcements to the First Division and the Central 46 Chambers.
On the one hand, there is trust in the Captain-Commander's abilities.
Another reason is that the Central 46 Chambers is afraid that other squad leaders might be secretly planning other things under the guise of rescue, and therefore does not want too many squad leaders to come.
Therefore, when the battle in the Shin'ō District began, the other divisions didn't react at all; only the Seventh Division took action.
" Tetsuzaemon, you lead the soldiers behind us. I'll go first!"
Seventh Division Sajin Komamura gave his adjutant a word and then went alone to the Shin'ō District, Shunpo across rooftops and walls.
He had already memorized all the locations of the Reishi traps, which allowed him to use Shunpo to walk on them instead of circling around on the ground.
Crack! A tile shattered at his feet. He leaped to the side, landing on a road about twenty meters wide, and looked up at the pavilion to his right.
Someone was sitting by the railing.
A faint smile graced his handsome face, his long black hair cascading over his shoulders. He wore a blue kimono that didn't belong to the Shihakushō and carried a silver spear.
Sajin Komamura voice, "Although you are an enemy, you did not ambush me but chose to fight fair and square. That is commendable. What is your name?"
" Minamoto no Yoshitsune," the black-haired man said, landing on the ground with a spear slung over his shoulder. "Judging from your tone, you seem to be an upright person. Why do you conceal your appearance?"
"I was born with an unusual appearance, and I had no choice but to wear a mask to conceal it," Sajin Komamura voice. He had suffered discrimination from outsiders because of his different appearance, but he also had a strong sense of justice and was unwilling to lay a hand on the weak.
The only option was to escape.
It was a difficult time, but not entirely so. During his escape, he met his current best friend Kaname Tōsen.
He met Master Genryūsai, who did not mind his appearance and was willing to take him in.
He vowed to repay that kindness with his entire life.
"Enough with the small talk. I am Sajin Komamura, Captain of the Seventh Division. If you're not willing to move aside, then let's fight here!"
Sajin Komamura stopped chatting, having said all he needed to say. He drew his Zanpakuto, the explosive Reiatsu shattering the ground, and swung the blade forward with a fierce strike.
Boom! The violent sword pressure was like a high-speed train rushing forward at full speed.
Minamoto no Yoshitsune did not dodge; instead, he performed a spear flourish, using the tip of his spear to deflect the pressure from the sword.
The surging force forced him back seven or eight steps, the ground cracking like a spider web, before he could shake the spear shaft and turn the sword to the side.
With a deafening roar, the walls and houses were reduced to ruins, raising billowing clouds of dust.
"Oh, you actually managed to block one of my attacks."
Beneath the barrel-shaped mask, Sajin Komamura's eyes narrowed slightly. If it were any other captain, they would most likely have used their Shikai to continue fighting for a while longer.
He is different.
He is the kind of fierce general who is used to overwhelming the enemy with absolute force and does not like to prolong the time.
" Bankai: Kokujō Tengen Myō'ō!"
A crimson Reiatsu emanated from his body. Amidst the chaotic flow of Reishi, two pillar-like hands braced themselves on the ground. Then, a gigantic figure rose up from behind him.
A pair of ferocious bull horns curved upwards, resembling the black armor of a military general, with a bright red mask covering the face below the eyes, and an extremely large size, about twenty or thirty stories high.
"That's outrageous," Minamoto no Yoshitsune exclaimed, looking up at the enormous Bankai with a solemn expression in his eyes. He didn't need to try it himself; just looking at its size was enough to understand how powerful this Bankai was.
I also understand that this Bankai is definitely very cumbersome.
Minamoto no Yoshitsune decided to win by speed and immediately launched a charge.
The shattered bluestone floor, the churned dirt, and the terrible road conditions did not stop him for a moment; his feet moved as if on flat ground.
Boom!
Like a thunderclap in your ears, the hurricane descending from above generates wind pressure as if a mountain were crashing down on your shoulders.
Minamoto no Yoshitsune struggled to lift his head, his black hair flying wildly, and the flesh on his cheeks trembling uncontrollably.
A forty-meter-long steel blade cleaved down.
If he continued forward, he would definitely not be able to avoid the knife, so he quickly jumped to the side.
With a deafening crash, the steel blade struck the ground, shattering the remaining floorboards into dust. Rows of walls and houses collapsed, and a strong wind swept the dust in all directions.
Sajin Komamura glanced to the left, swung his sword to the left, and the steel blade sliced across the ground to the left.
Countless pebbles flew up, forcing Minamoto no Yoshitsune to jump again, with no chance to get close and no intention of attacking.
Tense his nerves, exert all his Reiatsu, and try to escape from the blade—that's all he can do right now.
If he were hit, given the power of that knife, both his body and spirit would be annihilated in an instant.
Minamoto no Yoshitsune dodged left and right, and the surrounding area seemed to transform into a thunderstorm zone, with continuous loud noises and waves of dust rising and being blown away.
Under extreme tension, Minamoto no Yoshitsune keenly noticed the sluggishness in the way the Kokujō Tengen Myō'ō swung his sword.
An opportunity! He barely hesitated before rushing toward that sliver of hope for victory.
Then, the shadows appeared.
Kokujō Tengen Myō'ō didn't use a sword; he simply slapped down with his palm.
Bang!
He took the full force of the blow, and a semi-circular crater blasted out beneath his feet.
Sajin Komamura's robes fluttered as he sheathed his sword, and the Kokujō Tengen Myō'ō disappeared behind him.
"Wait!" A blood-soaked figure shakily rose from the center of the pit, his vision blurred, everything distorted. "I haven't lost yet."
You no longer have the strength to continue fighting.
Sajin Komamura to leave.
"I'm not dead yet."
Minamoto no Yoshitsune raised his head, a smile spreading across his face. He was not afraid of death; he simply wanted to serve under a respected figure, to achieve great deeds as a military commander, or to die in battle.
Unable to achieve this in his previous life, he was fortunate enough to meet Nobunaga in Rukongai, thus making up for his regrets. He raised his broken Zanpakuto, "I am Nobunaga no Yoshitsune, a general under Minamoto no Yoshitsune!"
As soon as the word "scripture" was uttered, the man exerted all his Reiatsu, gripping the broken sword with both hands and thrusting forward.
Upon seeing this, Sajin Komamura turned around, but did not draw his sword, and stood silently.
Minamoto no Yoshitsune no Yoshitsune's broken blade could pierce his chest—it merely grazed his skin—the light in his eyes had already faded.
"I will remember your name, Minamoto no Yoshitsune."
Sajin Komamura out and helped him close his eyes, then turned around and sped towards the Shin'ō District.
He also had people to whom he was willing to give his life.