Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

They were required to send out some family warriors, depending on their rank, before the matter was considered settled.

Of course, these squabbles among the higher-ups had nothing to do with those referred to as "lower-class samurai."

Their daily lives are simple and regular.

Aside from eating and sleeping, they patrol their assigned defense zones with their teammates every day.

Occasionally, they would invite criminals who were trying to rob the place to come to the 13th Guard of the Imperial Household Agency for tea.

Even in the face of such a tense situation, their duties in the name of the Gotei (Court of the Emperor) have never changed in the slightest.

After standing guard in the defense zone all day, Kenpachi Zaraki couldn't help but yawn.

Although he knew that the enemy could attack at any time, the endless waiting was really frustrating.

He disliked performing such tedious and boring tasks the most.

Feeling extremely frustrated, Kenpachi Zaraki unconsciously scratched his head.

Then, he raised his head and looked at the sky, which was gradually darkening.

Night is falling, and it will soon be time for the changing of the guard.

Maybe I can find an opportunity to sneak out and have a life-or-death battle with the old man and that woman?

It would be even better if I could run into Aozaki.

Yachiru seems to visit the Aozaki family often and is quite familiar with the place. We'll have her lead the way!

Thinking of this, Kenpachi Zaraki couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation.

Just then, his eyes widened suddenly, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

In his excited gaze.

The sky, which had been gradually darkening, was now completely shrouded in a blood-red hue.

A huge door, shimmering with a dark red light, appeared silently in the sky.

This mysterious door exudes a suffocating aura, as if it leads to an unknown world.

On either side of the door, two enormous skeletons slowly pulled the door open.

Crimson light surged from the doorway, filling the sky.

Accompanied by that incredibly oppressive red light.

Led by a half-black skeleton, figures emerged from the door.

Among them are not only the Grim Reaper, but also monsters like Szayelaporro whose pores "misalign" and emerge from the body.

boom!!!

The spiritual pressure, gathered into an abyss, swept across the entire Seireitei like the sky collapsing, carrying an immense weight.

Kenpachi Zaraki's lips curled into a wide grin as he listened to the rapidly vibrating bell in his ear.

"Such spiritual pressure...it's amazing!"

He slowly raised his arm and swung his Zanpakuto haphazardly.

His Shinigami robes fluttered wildly under the terrifying spiritual pressure, echoing in his ears like a soaring battle song.

At this moment, the Shinigami in Seireitei were all shocked upon sensing this powerful spiritual pressure.

Such powerful spiritual pressure made it seem as if the entire world was about to be destroyed by this force.

Some of the weaker Shinigami were unable to withstand the spiritual pressure and collapsed to the ground.

The captains of Seireitei also looked at the door with solemn expressions.

They knew that an unprecedented battle was about to begin.

Their opponents are the predecessors who once protected Soul Society!

Not far from the gate, watching the crowd plummet from the sky like shooting stars, Kenpachi Zaraki was filled with excitement.

He longed to fight the strong, and these enemies before him clearly fulfilled his desire.

He brandished his Zanpakuto and charged towards the enemies.

"...Is this the Seireitei of today? It's completely different from when we left!"

Among the dozens of figures emerging from the Gates of Hell, a long-haired man looked down at the entire Seireitei as he fell, and sighed.

"Yu Xuji, are you an idiot? When do you think we died?"

Next to the first captain of the 10th Division, Wang Tuchuan Yuxu, was a little girl with purple hair in twin tails and wearing an eyepatch.

The purple-haired loli, Saito, who was immortal, rolled her eyes and said disdainfully:

"We died on the battlefield back then, and everywhere was ruins."

"Didn't Baiyunzai say that Seireitei began to be rebuilt not long after we died?"

"If the Seireitei is still the same after a thousand years, we might as well just get rid of all those useless nobles in charge."

The little girl waved her fist and said fiercely.

"Hehe... I think there's nothing wrong with things being the same as before."

Nigu Cai Cang narrowed his eyes, staring intently into the distance, and said with a strange laugh.

"But I was suddenly pulled over last time and didn't have time to look closely. The changes are indeed huge, even the old friends."

"Yes, time waits for no one. That brat has now become almost as old as me."

Another elderly man dressed in fur echoed, "He is none other than the first captain of the 7th Division, Takeshi Nobuo."

He scratched his head and grinned:

"Fortunately, I still have hair."

"Does being bald bother you?" Ni Gu Cai Cang immediately realized that the other person was implying something about him.

"You old fogies are just nostalgic! Who wants to care about those old-fashioned guys from the past?!"

Saito Immortal said irritably.

At that moment, a bald man wearing glasses seemed to have noticed something strange.

The first captain of the 9th Division, Enetsu Hisamichi, touched his nose and asked in confusion:

"Speaking of which... although you can't tell from her appearance, Yachiru seems to have changed quite a bit."

The muscular man with short brown hair and blue gauntlets standing to the side is none other than the first captain of the Fifth Division, Obana Danjiro.

Upon hearing this, he paused for a moment, then replied:

"You mean spiritual pressure?"

The chubby boy with two little braids had been looking arrogant just moments before.

Hearing their words, he turned his head, his face stiffened, and he muttered to himself in disbelief:

"Wasn't her spiritual pressure supposed to stop increasing a thousand years ago? What's going on with this level?"

"I wonder who will run into Yachiru next."

Seeing the surprised look on the face of Zenjoji Yubin, the first captain of the 12th Division, Shikatori Hakunsai muttered to himself, a smile appearing on his face.

The others exchanged glances and tacitly looked away from Retsu Unohana.

That madman... let whoever wants to go go!

"what……"

The white-haired, dark-skinned youth exclaimed in surprise.

"The guy who should be here the most isn't here. Are they afraid of me?!"

His voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction.

That guy who bullies men and women in their Shifengyuan family, he better not get caught, or he'll be in for a world of hurt.

"Afraid of you? Don't forget you got your head chopped off last time!"

Saito, who is immortal, mocked with disdain.

Her gaze toward Shihouin Senhi was filled with disdain.

Chapter 408 Don't think you can get away with anything just because you wear glasses

"It was Yamamoto who attacked me last time, okay? It was you who died at the hands of that brat."

The white-haired, dark-skinned youth retorted defiantly, a flash of anger in his eyes.

"I wasn't aware last time, so it doesn't count!"

Saito Immortal said viciously, as if he wanted to devour the other person alive.

Lu Qubaiyunzhai frowned and said with concern:

"But if that child isn't here, Soul Society is probably in danger this time."

Her tone revealed deep concern.

Saito, who was immortal, looked around.

The thugs sent by Hell this time included not only these first-generation captains, but also the monsters led by the Hell jailer who was once the King of Hueco Mundo, as well as more than thirty captain-level traitors.

Everyone's expression turned serious, as if they all realized the gravity of the situation.

Saito, who was neither old nor dead, curled his lip and said with a displeased expression:

"That old man Yamamoto is really something. His Bankai is so powerful, yet he can only use it for such a short while."

"If it can be used for a long time, why worry about these guys?"

Upon hearing this, several of the original captains couldn't help but sigh, a hint of regret flashing in their eyes.

The Blazing Blade is powerful, but unfortunately, this world is not strong enough to withstand it for long.

If used for a long time, I'm afraid that without Hell doing anything, this world will be destroyed by Yamamoto Shigekuni first.

Protected by the power of hell, everyone landed safely on the ground. A gray-haired man, with an expression that seemed like he hadn't woken up yet, slowly stood up.