Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

A player from the Riding team suddenly appeared in front of him in a flash.

"Captain Aozaki, the Captain-Commander has ordered you to proceed to the First Division immediately!"

Aozaki Mayuki paused for a moment, then asked:

When did this happen?

They actually blocked my doorstep.

I can't exactly have the old man send someone to look for me on my very first day back home, can I?

That old man is really something, staying in the basement all day and night, how could he care about such things?

“A quarter of an hour ago,” the Riting team replied quickly. “I couldn’t find you in the Eleventh Division and was just about to head to Noble Street when I saw you come out.”

"That's good, otherwise I would have gotten scolded again."

Upon hearing this, Aozaki Mayuki nodded.

Fortunately, it only took fifteen minutes and didn't take too long.

…………

"Take the easy way out!?"

Inside the First Division barracks, Yamamoto's shocked voice echoed through the sky, as if it were shaking the entire Seireitei.

The soldiers passing by were startled at first by the shout, but quickly got used to it and continued with their own tasks.

Since Aozaki Mazuki became Yamamoto's disciple, this kind of outburst has happened before, and similar incidents have even occurred when he was teaching Kenpachi Zaraki, who joined later.

People are already used to this and are not surprised by it.

In the Captain-Commander's office, Yamamoto, furious, glared at Aozaki Mayuki and roared:

"Tell me again, what power did the Spirit King grant you?"

He wasn't that he didn't hear clearly, he just couldn't believe it.

Should we take the easy way out?

It's not that he's uneducated and doesn't understand the meaning of those words; it's just that he's cultivated himself over the years and can't even understand what people are saying anymore.

That's why Yamamoto understood that this power was far too great.

Since the Spirit King resides in the high heavens and is not in the Jingling Court, who can stop this brat from doing what he wants in the future?

Aozaki Mayuki replied with a grin:

"Go with the flow! Haven't you heard of 'act first, report later, a royal privilege'?"

"Acting expediently" is similar in meaning; both are forms of privilege, privileges!

He swayed his head triumphantly, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Simply put, in Seireitei, I can do whatever I want, so you old man had better be polite to me!"

Aozaki Mayuki looked arrogant, seemingly no longer taking Yamamoto, the Captain-Commander, seriously.

"Don't even mention acting first and asking questions later. Even if I help all the beautiful girls in Soul Society become adults, it would still be within my reach."

Upon hearing Aozaki Mayuki's words, Yamamoto's face flushed red, and he slammed his hand on the table, causing the teacup to bounce and spill tea onto the floor.

"I have never heard of such power before. It is utterly absurd! Has the Spirit King gone mad? Or has he become senile from living too long?"

"Old man, they might be able to hear you."

"Aozaki Mayuki joked."

"...Ahem, I didn't say anything."

Yamamoto quickly tried to cover up his embarrassment.

Aozaki Mayuki raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself, "This old man is really shameless."

However, considering that Yamamoto had been seriously injured recently, and that Retsu had told him to rest and recuperate, he gave up the idea of ​​provoking him.

Yamamoto picked up a cup of hot tea, took a sip, and after composing himself, slowly said:

"His Majesty the King of Ling has granted you the authority to act expediently, which is a sign of his great trust in you. However, you must not abuse this authority. Do you understand the deeper meaning behind this?"

"Alright, old man, I understand what you mean. We've been master and disciple for a time, so rest assured, I won't do anything reckless before you go to hell."

Aozaki Mayuki waved his hand in understanding.

"..."

Yamamoto's eye twitched slightly.

This disciple is becoming increasingly unruly; he's practically cursing himself to die. He really needs to be taught a lesson.

But when I thought about how if I hit him, I would probably be the one who would feel the pain, I decided that it wouldn't hurt to let him go for now.

After pondering for a moment, the old man gently shook his head and said:

"I already know about your situation at the Spirit King Palace. It's best that nothing happened to you, but the reason I've summoned you here today is not just about that."

Aozaki Mayuki frowned impatiently and urged:

"So what is it? You old man, the older you get, the more you ramble on. Can't you just say what you want to say?"

The old man did not take offense at Aozaki Mayuki's rude attitude.

He poured a cup of tea, slowly pushed it towards Aozaki Mayuki, and then asked softly:

"How much do you know about Quincy?"

Aozaki Mayuki answered confidently:

"Knowing everything from the outside in."

The old man glared at him and said irritably:

"speak English!"

Aozaki Mayuki shrugged and said with a helpless expression:

"I know everything I should and shouldn't know."

"That's right, Unohana must have told you everything."

Although the two might not be thinking on the same wavelength, Yamamoto nodded in agreement.

Then he asked:

"So, how much do you really know about the Quincy of the present world?"

Aozaki Mayuki thought for a moment and replied:

"They have been fighting the Soul Society for hundreds of years. They are mortal enemies who fight to the death every time they meet. The war only ended in the last hundred years or so."

Do you think those Quincy in the human world... are related to this incident?

Yamamoto narrowed his eyes, his tone revealing deep doubt.

"You mean, you suspect they are connected to the Invisible Empire?"

Aozaki Mayuki's eyes sharpened.

Yamamoto continued:

"Before this battle, I sent a group of people to the human world to try to negotiate with the Quincy."

"However, I never expected that the Quincy would be so audacious."

"Not only did they not cooperate with us, they even dared to launch an attack on us."

His voice gradually lowered, as if suppressing endless anger.

"Many members were injured as a result, and several members are still lying in the Fourth Division's hospital beds."

Yamamoto spoke calmly, but his tone betrayed an undisguised anger.

"Therefore, I have decided to hand this matter over to your Eleventh Division."

He slightly opened his eyes, and the aura emanating from him was like a volcano about to erupt, making people feel extremely oppressed.

"Regardless of their connection to the Invisible Empire, they must pay the price!"

Chapter 388 Attack

In the present world, in the mountains behind a Western-style mansion in Karakura Town.

This place was bought by a wealthy person with extraordinary power and exists as his private domain.

Hundreds of Quincy gathered here. They came from different age groups and genders, all dressed in Western-style clothing and wearing Quincy cross ornaments that symbolized their status.

They gathered in a clearing in the woods, their eyes fixed on the center of the crowd.

The Quincy responsible for guarding the area were scattered throughout the surrounding woods, vigilantly maintaining the barrier, their spirit bows tightly gripped, constantly on guard for any situation around them.

In the center of the crowd, a middle-aged man dressed in white was giving a serious speech.

His tone was sincere:

"Everyone, please listen to me."

"We failed once a hundred years ago. With our current strength, we are simply no match for the Soul Society."

"Moreover, we were the ones who broke the ceasefire agreement first; the fault lies with us."

"If we continue down the wrong path, the only outcome will be destruction!"

Ishida Sogen's words caused some Quincy to hesitate, and they began to re-examine the current situation in their hearts.

They knew that the war, which had lasted for hundreds of years, had claimed the lives of countless ancestors and loved ones.

Their hatred for death grew daily, but at the same time they also deeply felt the terror of death.

That insurmountable fear was deeply imprinted in their hearts.

However, another group of Quincy showed unusual determination.

They seemed to have long abandoned reason, only thinking about venting their long-suppressed anger.

Just then, an angry voice rang out: