Post-Battle Treatment

Kenpachi Kiganjō stood in the center of the battlefield, breathing heavily, his body still bearing the remnants of the battle's Reiatsu.

His body was covered in the blood of Menos Grande, making him look quite ferocious.

"Pooh."

He spat on the ground and, cursing, sheathed his sword.

"That's it? I haven't had enough fun yet."

Wang Xun stood not far away, watching this scene, and secretly shook his head.

Captain Kiganjō is indeed quite strong.

He personally killed those Gillian just now.

That sweeping, powerful swordsmanship, that violent burst of Reiatsu —it certainly showed a Captain-level skill.

But that's all.

His swordsmanship was too crude and reckless.

It relies purely on Reiatsu and brute force to overwhelm, without any skill whatsoever.

They're fine for dealing with these Gillian- level Hollows, but if they encounter a truly powerful enemy...

Wang Xun recalled the unparalleled killing intent emanating from Unohana's seemingly casual sword strike at the sword training ground on the back mountain.

That's what the real Kenpachi should be like.

Using Kiganjō as the captain of the 11th Division is indeed somewhat unworthy of Kenpachi's name.

No wonder Unohana's eyes flashed with a hint of disdain when she mentioned him.

"11th Division, all of you, get the hell over here!"

Kiganjō shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Take a headcount and see who's dead!"

The members of the 11th Division gathered around, their clamor echoing in the night sky.

"Where are the nine seats? Where are the nine seats located?"

"I got bitten on the arm, damn it, it hurts so much..."

"Damn it, I just killed three of them!"

"Keep bragging, your legs are broken!"

The shouts, boasts, and groans mingled together.

Although this group fought with fearlessness, their post-battle management was a complete mess.

At this moment, Wang Xun also began to direct the members of the Fourth Division to prepare for post-battle medical treatment.

As Wang Xun gave instructions to his men, he turned his gaze to those around him.

There, Aizen was surrounded by many team members, a gentle smile on his face.

"Lieutenant Aizen is amazing!"

"Yes, if it weren't for your abilities, we would have been in danger tonight."

"The sight of those people arbitrarily killing each other was truly spectacular!"

The team members excitedly surrounded the false illusion, their eyes filled with admiration and gratitude.

And the illusion, perfectly in sync, smiled and nodded.

Occasionally, he would say something like, "Everyone has worked hard too," to show his appreciation.

Wang Xun watched this scene and felt it was extremely strange.

He knew that the real Aizen was in the darkness far away, doing what he truly wanted to do.

But this Aizen is nothing more than an elaborately woven illusion.

But everyone around them was deceived by this illusion, believing that Aizen had been directing the battle all along.

Kyōka Suigetsu the ability to manipulate the five senses and create illusions.

Let the enemies fight amongst themselves, and let your teammates have complete faith in you.

Aizen, on the other hand, could leave quietly and do whatever he wanted.

Such abilities, coupled with his shrewdness and methods...

That's terrifying.

"Fourth Seat Wang Xun?"

A moment later, a voice interrupted his thoughts.

Wang Xun turned his head and saw a member of the Fourth Division standing next to him with a questioning expression on his face.

"The wounded have been gathered together. Shall we begin treatment now?"

Wang Xun nodded, regaining his composure.

"Let's begin."

He led the members of the Fourth Division toward the area where the wounded were gathered.

In the area under Wang Xun's jurisdiction, more than a dozen members of the 11th Division, who were seriously injured, were lying haphazardly on the ground, covered with large and small, hideous wounds.

Some people were groaning, some were cursing, and others were arguing about who had cut more flesh earlier.

When they saw Wang Xun approaching, they merely glanced at him, their attitude remaining nonchalant.

"The Fourth Division has arrived?"

"Come quick, stop the bleeding first, it hurts so much!"

"My injuries are so severe, and you only have one Fourth Seat. Do you even have the ability to heal me...?"

Wang Xun didn't speak, but squatted down and began to examine the injuries of the first wounded soldier.

It was a burly member of the 11th Division, with a deep wound on his arm slashed open by a Hollow Claw, the flesh torn open, and the broken bones inside were vaguely visible.

Wang Xun raised his hand, and a pale green Kaidō Reiatsu condensed from his fingertips.

His movements were light and steady.

The Reiatsu threads precisely probed deep into the wound, reconnecting the severed spiritual veins one by one and repairing the damaged tissue bit by bit.

Those gruesome wounds are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The burly team member paused, looking down at his arm.

He stretched his arms, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"All done? So fast?"

Wang Xun ignored his surprise and turned to the next wounded soldier.

The second wounded soldier suffered burns to his abdomen from Cero.

The spirit body had extensive burn marks from Reishi on its surface, and its internal organs were also damaged, making it more difficult to treat than external injuries.

But Wang Xun's technique remained steady.

The Double Kaidō operate simultaneously: one stabilizes the injured person's Reiatsu, and the other repairs the damaged spiritual tissue.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the gruesome burns had faded, revealing the new skin underneath.

The wounded soldier touched his stomach, his face filled with disbelief.

"Holy crap?"

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

Wang Xun's movements became faster and faster, but every movement was incredibly precise.

The expressions on the faces of the 11th Division members around them gradually changed.

What started as indifference gradually turned into seriousness, and finally into surprise.

Gradually, people began to whisper among themselves.

"You know what, this kid may only be Fourth Seat, but he seems to have some talent."

"He can even heal internal injuries... This Kaidō level is far superior to the Seated Officer I encountered when I went to the Fourth Division last time."

"There are Fourth Seat in total?"

When Wang Xun finished treating the last wounded soldier and stood up, he was surrounded by members of the 11th Division.

The look in their eyes when they looked at him no longer held the contempt and disdain they had shown when they set off that morning.

Instead, there was a sense of approval, even tinged with a hint of curiosity.

"Hey, what's your name again?"

A member of the 11th Division with a scar on his face touched his healed wound and asked, his tone much more polite than before.

"Wang Xun."

Wang Xun answered calmly.

"Wang Xun..."

Scarface muttered it once.

"Okay, I got it. Your Kaidō is much better than those guys who just yell 'Don't move!'"

He patted Wang Xun on the shoulder with such force that Wang Xun swayed slightly.

"I'll look for you when I join the Fourth Division."

Wang Xun nodded helplessly.

However, this is not something he can decide; it is allocated based on the severity of the injuries.

Well, in any case, it's a good thing that these people have changed their attitude towards me.

He turned and walked to the side, took out his water pouch and took a sip, using the opportunity to calm the Reiatsu draining from his body.

Then, his gaze unconsciously drifted towards the darkness in the distance.

That's the direction Aizen disappeared in.

I just wonder what Aizen is doing right now?