Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

That was the first captain of the Fourth Division, Shishima Chigiri.

He frowned and asked in confusion:

"I heard from Qianri that the power of the Zanka Katana has been further enhanced, hasn't it?"

"We can hide the fire inside the knife, so it can be used for a longer time!"

"The power of hell is boundless; what's the use of prolonging it by a few minutes?"

Saito, who is neither old nor dead, snorted and replied irritably.

Not far away, Yamamoto, leaning on his cane, watched with a solemn expression as the figures appeared in the sky.

Matsumoto Rangiku stood with her hands on her hips, gazing into the distance:

"They're still wearing the haori of the Gotei 13. Are they the former captains?"

Beside her, Chojiro Sasaki couldn't help but sigh:

“Your Excellency Yuan Liuzhai, it really is them, just like a thousand years ago.”

His voice was filled with emotion and helplessness.

"Tch... These troublesome bastards, even though they're dead, they still crawl out to cause me trouble."

Yamamoto shook his head slightly, his words sharp but a bitter smile playing on his lips.

Chojiro Sagakure smiled:

“Your Excellency Yuan Liuzhai, you need not worry.”

"Isn't Captain Mazuki trying to find a solution? Let's trust him."

"Trust him? He'll be lucky if he doesn't cause me any trouble!"

Yamamoto glanced at Chojiro Sagi and snorted irritably.

This time he's facing hell. He himself doesn't know if he'll survive to the end. That kid will be lucky if he can even save his own life!

It is estimated that only the Spirit King could solve the problem of hell.

If that kid can really come up with a good idea to solve this problem, I'll give him the position of captain!

Just then, Yamamoto suddenly noticed something strange.

He discovered that before the fight even started, the other side had already begun arguing.

A commotion arose from the crowd opposite, seemingly arguing about something important.

"As the saying goes, a family cannot be without a head for a day, a country cannot be without a ruler for a day, and the Gotei 13 cannot be without its captain for a day."

With her back to Yamamoto and facing her former colleagues, Shihouin Senhito spoke passionately, as if giving a speech:

"Now that Yamamoto's power is waning, as the captain of the Second Division, and a former head of one of the five great noble families... I should..."

"Screw you! Who do you think you are? I should be the captain! I'm the strongest now!"

Saito, who was immortal, jumped up and punched Shihouin Senhi in the handsome face.

Shihōin Sennichi fell to the ground, but Saitō, who was immortal, was still relentless and stomped on his face again.

The others ignored Shihouin Senri, but were displeased when they heard that Saito was still immortal.

"Who said you're the strongest? I'm not incapable of fighting!"

"You shorty, get out of my way! I'm the strongest, and I should be the captain!"

"Hey, you old man who's been indulging in too much sex, you should probably get rid of those dark circles under your eyes first!"

"These aren't dark circles, they're deep-set eyes, the charm of a mature man. What do you know, kid!"

Yamamoto: "..."

Watching Saito Immortal and Shigeno Takeo wrestling together, he felt that even if he didn't intervene, they could wipe out their own group.

At this moment, a thin-faced man with glasses, slicked-back hair, and a serious expression stepped forward and stopped the foolish crowd.

He said in a cold tone:

"From a rational and objective perspective, I, the captain of the Third Division, Yan Yuanjinle, am the strongest and should be the captain-commander."

However, before he could finish speaking, he was met with a vicious punch.

"Hey bespectacled, don't think I won't hit you just because you wear glasses and act all refined!" Saito Immortal said viciously.

Yan Yuanjin covered his slapped face, glaring angrily, but did not retaliate.

"As expected, it has to be me who does it, since I have the most seniority."

"Only those with rebellious hearts can hide their talents," he said smugly.

"What good is seniority if your fists aren't hard enough? Look at all these muscles I have."

At Zenjongji Temple, a concubine flaunts her muscles.

"See? It's a whole muscle, so what?! Don't embarrass yourself!" someone mocked.

“My sword is just as sharp as mine!” someone else shouted defiantly.

The crowd erupted into a chaotic argument, attacking and mocking each other.

Yamamoto and Unohana Retsu stood aside, watching the farce unfold before them, and couldn't help but laugh.

The situation was critical, but the scene still reminded them of some past memories.

Although it was an era filled with bloodshed, violence, and chaos, when people were together, it wasn't just about fighting and killing.

Just then, Shikaku Hakunsai seemed to have come up with a good idea.

She held the long-handled naginata tightly in her arms, a kind smile on her face.

"Actually, wouldn't it be enough to just know who the strongest among us is?"

The others seemed inspired, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Exactly, what's the point of all that nonsense? If you've got the guts, let's fight and see who's stronger. What's the point of just talking?"

"That's right, strength is the only true measure of success. Those who are afraid to make a move should get out of here."

Upon hearing this, even Chihiro Shihouin, who was being trampled underfoot, nodded in agreement:

"I think it's a good idea, let's decide on this!"

With that, everyone drew their Zanpakuto, seemingly preparing for a fight.

However, at that moment, the skull wearing a crown and carrying a ring glanced at them sideways.

He gently waved his arm, and a throne made of black chains appeared beneath him.

The Skeleton King sat leisurely on his throne, his fingers lightly tapping the armrests.

As the gates of hell trembled, crimson light spilled out.

Countless golden spiritual particles drifted out from it and flew towards the people who came from hell.

The original captains fell silent instantly, standing there dumbfounded.

Golden skull armor gradually took shape on their bodies.

At this moment, the Shinigami of the Gotei 13 all became stunned.

After a while, Shiroto Hakunsai looked up, gently pushed up his glasses, and was stunned.

"Huh, they didn't completely suppress our consciousness this time?"

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"Perhaps they felt that suppressing our consciousness would prevent us from exerting our full fighting power."

Saito, who was immortal, grinned, but a cruel expression unconsciously appeared on his face.

"That little guy named Aozaki Mayuki is pretty strong, and he's ruthless enough. I like him, but I don't know where he ran off to."

Lu Qubaiyunzhai was taken aback, then shook his head: "I actually think he's quite gentle."

"That kind of thing doesn't matter!"

Shihōin Chihiro laughed:

"Perfect timing! That old bastard Yamamoto chopped off my head last time, I'm definitely going to get my revenge this time!"

The original captains moved their bodies, only to find that although their consciousness remained, they were still affected by the will of hell.

A voice seemed to be constantly echoing in their minds, forcing them to obey the commands of the will of hell.

Shihōin Sennichi let out a roar.

He rushed towards Yamamoto like a phantom shadow, his Zanpakuto slashing fiercely with a sharp aura.

Watching Shihōin Senhi and Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni clash and begin exchanging blows.

The original captains stood there, all falling silent.

On the surface, they seemed to be intently observing the two, ready to join the fight at any moment.

But in reality, they were deliberately stalling for time.

Hell has granted them autonomy, so how they carry out Hell's orders is entirely up to their own judgment.

Having spent so many years navigating the Soul Society, they knew long ago how to deal with bosses who deliberately made things difficult for them.

I want to play too, but I can't find the right opportunity to shoot.

In short, it all boils down to one word—delay.

Those nobles from a thousand years ago were also very difficult to deal with, but Yamamoto was even more stubborn than those two old guys, Takeo and Saizo, and kept protecting them.

If it weren't for Yamamoto keeping order above them, given their personalities, they would have slaughtered all the disobedient ones, regardless of whether the dead would cause a catastrophe.

“You wicked people, atone for what you have done. Now, go and kill those guys!”

Barragán's voice boomed ominously in my ears.

His words seemed to possess a mysterious magic that made them irresistible.

The first-generation captains sighed helplessly and rushed forward.