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Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, the Eleventh Division was quite lively.

Before dawn, rough shouts could already be heard from inside.

"Get up, everyone! Get things sorted out, make sure everything is neat and tidy... Cheer up!"

The Eleventh Division, usually so lazy and undisciplined, rarely displayed such energy. Passersby, hearing the commotion, dared not linger, simply burying their heads and hurrying away from the area.

About half a minute later.

The members of the Eleventh Division filed out and lined up neatly on both sides, their expressions solemn as they waited for something.

The team uniforms, which were usually filthy, were all changed out, and even their lazy expressions became extremely solemn... After a short while, a kind-looking figure emerged from among them.

Just by showing himself, this guy attracted everyone's attention.

Standing over two meters tall, he appeared extremely imposing, but his physique was actually more striking than his height.

Only after seeing this guy would others understand... that the so-called "big and strong" is not just a simple adjective.

Oni Yancheng Kenpachi strode confidently among the soldiers, looking around with a hint of smugness on his face.

Indeed.

His captaincy came easily and simply.

But this doesn't mean he lacks the corresponding strength...

Unlike other squads and organizations, the Eleventh Division doesn't need to think too much, nor does it need to worry about worldly gains and losses.

Whether they live recklessly or are disobedient, as long as they complete the tasks assigned by their superiors, the rest... even if they do some excessive things, no one will cause trouble.

This rule deeply resonated with Oni Kenpachi.

He was very satisfied with this life and was willing to continue living at this pace.

and so……

Any attempt to disrupt or alter the people and things within his sphere of understanding will result in his "crazy" retaliation.

For those from Rukongai, face is equivalent to life.

Because there are always people looking at you and observing your situation—even the slightest bit of cowardice or retreat will attract the covetousness of others.

In the world of Ghost City, failure is not allowed.

Because this means injury and elimination.

He had high hopes for Sanchao Jin, but since he lost, there was nothing more to say... This was just a part of the game, a rule that everyone should abide by.

As for himself?

Naturally, we will retaliate most fiercely against those who offend us!

The Eleventh Division was his private domain, his paradise. Kenpachi Onijo would not tolerate any offense or trampling upon it, not even by his students…

No.

Rather, it's more accurate to say...

It is precisely because he is just a greenhorn student that he deserves to be bullied so badly!

After all, there aren't many opportunities to show off one's power. If one can't seize the opportunity to establish one's own prestige and firmly control the entire squad, then San Chaojin's death will have been in vain.

Such thoughts swirled in his mind before finally settling. A disdainful smile appeared on Kigenjo Kenpachi's face as he raised his hand and gently waved it.

"Men, let's go!"

Such behavior, involving gatherings of friends and acquaintances, resembled that of street thugs, causing nearby residents to avoid the area.

These people were already infamous far and wide, and the local residents' disgust for them was palpable.

But Oni Kenpachi didn't care.

Just like the life he lived in Rukongai.

The opinions and thoughts of those at the bottom are meaningless; they only need to consider the thoughts of their superiors.

In other words... taking responsibility for one's superiors—that's his philosophy of life.

Although he sees today's actions more as an "execution," he has no other choice.

This is exactly what it means to run into the line of fire—don't blame me, young man. You haven't experienced life at the bottom, so you won't understand my difficulties and thoughts.

"Hey, where exactly is it?"

Gui Yancheng glanced to the side, and the latter, whose expression had been serious, now twitched.

You can't pretend you didn't hear what your boss is asking...

"Reporting to the captain! The location is on the main street of West Third District!"

The competition was not held within the Seireitei, which did not surprise Onigeki.

After all, the Seireitei not only strictly prohibits private duels, but even the release of a Zanpakuto requires permission... otherwise, you'll be in deep trouble.

Such is typical of places with strict rules. Gui Yancheng had no particular objection to the matter itself; he was just slightly surprised by the choice of venue.

after all……

"Wanting to choose where you want to die is always a painful experience."

He did consider the possibility that the other party might flee in panic, or cower and refuse to accept it.

But none of that matters. Coming from a rogue background, he has plenty of ways to extract the 'value' he wants from these brats.

however.

This situation and development were somewhat unexpected.

The other party accepted the invitation and proactively arranged a meeting place.

This judgment is seen as a "suicidal" act by anyone, even by Oni Ichijo Kenpachi.

Perhaps they've already given up entirely?

After all, he couldn't find any other reason for the time being.

Let's make sure he dies with a little dignity later...

For someone who can read the air, Oni Kenpachi wouldn't mind letting them leave with a little more dignity.

His thoughts were in turmoil as he began to walk.

He headed towards the West Gate. As one of the captains of the Gotei 13, he had the authority to freely enter and leave the Seireitei.

Seeing the awe and caution in the eyes of everyone around him, Oni Kenpachi felt a great sense of satisfaction.

This is it.

The purpose of living is to be under the gaze of many and to feel the awe and respect they receive!

These are all things that come with status and strength... That's why Kenpachi Onigenjo is so obsessed with the title of the Eleventh Division.

"Captain, we've arrived."

The voice came from the side, and Gui Yancheng snapped back to reality.

He lowered his gaze and looked into the distance.

On the wide street, a large crowd had spontaneously formed a circle around the perimeter. And within this circle stood two figures…

A woman with black hair, dressed in night clothes, looked at Gui Yancheng with a complicated expression. She seemed to want to say something.

But the person next to him raised his hand to stop him, and said with a smile.

"It's okay, leave the rest to me."

Soi Fon didn't speak, but just nodded slightly with her cheeks clenched.

"Then be careful."

She left.

When Yusuke Matsushita reappeared after half a month, he exuded an even more composed and calm demeanor.

He crossed his arms and looked confidently at Gui Yancheng.

The gaze made the latter slightly uncomfortable... because this was not the expression a person awaiting death should have.

A slight unease welled up inside him, and he habitually uttered some trash talk before a fight—a common occurrence when he used to fight people in the street.

"Hey, finally couldn't wait to come and die, huh?"

Don't misunderstand.

Matsushita Yusuke slightly raised his head, held his right hand out, and pointed his index finger at Oni Ichijo from a distance.

A gentle breeze blew by, causing his long, tied-up hair to flutter high in the wind.

Full of vigor and high spirits!

"You are the challenger."