Bleach: From Rugum to Thousand-Year Captain

Gin Ichimaru was able to watch the fake Rangiku being killed without showing any emotion because he had already reached the threshold of becoming one with the sword.

Once you reach the state of oneness between man and sword, it's incredibly wondrous. The Zanpakuto and your own consciousness collide and merge with each other, like two hearts slowly synchronizing their beating frequencies.

When the synchronization is complete, one can temporarily perceive everything through the Zanpakuto's sensory vision.

Even with spiritual pressure comparable to Aizen's, she could only barely sense Aizen's location.

After all, Aizen had already reached the state of perfect harmony between man and sword, even if he relied on the power of the Hogyoku. Once he reached that state, he had reached it.

However, Rangiku was only a newly appointed vice-captain level Shinigami, and given his familiarity with Rangiku's soul, Gin Ichimaru was still able to clearly sense the special soul movement of Rangiku's Zanpakuto.

Gin Ichimaru didn't believe that Aizen could manipulate Kyoka Suigetsu so abnormally that he could both simulate and conceal his own spiritual location while simultaneously simulating Rangiku's true soul power.

While it's true that the "mirage" or "illusion" can manipulate the five senses, the world isn't solely defined by them. Intuition, the subconscious, and soul fluctuations are all things that the "mirage" or "illusion" cannot hypnotize.

No matter how powerful this sword is, it is still controlled by Aizen and still has the limits of a Zanpakuto.

Rangiku also heard the aftershocks of the brief exchange between the two. After receiving the message from her subordinates, she eagerly searched for Gin Ichimaru.

Seeing that Gin Ichimaru was sitting safely on the wooden steps of the courtyard, she disregarded her girlish reserve and threw herself into his arms when she was four or five meters away from him.

"Gin, I was so worried about you. Your spiritual pressure suddenly became the same as before, I was really scared, what happened?"

"Please become stronger, Rangiku. At least master Bankai first. Captain Amatsuki once said that you have greater potential than me. Don't waste your talent."

"Also, be careful of Aizen, stay away from him. Don't ask about anything else, it won't do you any good."

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say." Rangiku's only support right now is Gin, so there's no need to doubt anything Gin says.

[About Captain Aizen? It seems Gin is carrying everything alone, something I've never encountered before. I need to pull myself together; I need to share Gin's burden.]

Feeling the girl's body temperature, accompanied by constant trembling, Gin Ichimaru's heart twisted into a knot. He kept stroking Rangiku's head, trying to soothe Rangiku's inner fear.

The two of them nestled together, watching the colorful clouds drift and the sun set. The red light shimmered in countless patterns, yet it revealed their unchanging hearts.

Everything I felt at that moment seemed to have become eternal.

Is this what happiness is?

At that moment, Gin Ichimaru understood.

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Chapter 299 The Spirit King's Right Hand Loses Control

Jing Ling Ting.

Fourth Division, Medical Rescue Team C, Emergency Room.

【Clang clang clang!】

The team members arrived at their designated shifts on time and immediately rang the shift change sign. The already drowsy team members all rushed out of the medical aid hall.

"Slow down, if Captain Unohana finds out you're slacking off, we'll all be in trouble."

"What's the big deal? Captain Unohana is so gentle, she wouldn't cause us trouble over something so trivial."

"Besides, there are no wounded soldiers during peacetime, so standing guard here as a wooden stake must be too uncomfortable."

The two off-duty medical team members pushed and shouted at each other, ignoring the Grim Reaper team member who was still bleeding at their feet, and stepped over him.

The man, clutching his wound with a face full of anger, could no longer tolerate being ignored like this and angrily pounded the floor and roared.

"Hey, hey, hey, can't you see there are wounded here? Hurry up and treat my injuries!"

"Tch, so there's someone here. I thought some flies had gotten in. No wonder it smells a bit. I don't need to guess to know you're from the Eleventh Division. You're so unruly. In principle, our division doesn't accept patients with non-combat injuries. Your Eleventh Division is always causing trouble for our Fourth Division. It's so annoying."

"We're about to go home. Let the next shift treat you. That's all."

The two sang and played tunes, and soon disappeared into the medical lobby.

The 11th Division members were dumbfounded. Blood was gushing out of their wounds, and if this continued, they would probably die in the 4th Division.

No wonder the other guys in the Eleventh Division all applied their own medicine, and when they heard that he was going to the Fourth Division for treatment, they all looked at him with strange eyes.

Injuries sustained from mutual slashing during training are probably no longer within the scope of the Fourth Division's treatment. It seems that the Eleventh Division's notoriety has already put them on the Fourth Division's blacklist.

The 11th Division members were on the verge of tears, and could only press their wounds and find a medical bed to lie down on.

A minute later, a timid, short figure walked into the ambulance room and tiptoed to tap the head of the Eleventh Division member on the bed.

"Are you alright? I'm Hanataro Yamada, a medical intern from the third shift. The next shift will be here in a little while. If you'd like, let me help you stop the bleeding."

"You're an intern? I suspect you might use me as practice and kill me."

The 11th Division member muttered something, then saw Yamada Hanatarou stab him with a scalpel. Seeing this, he quickly rolled over to dodge the scalpel and fell to the ground with a thud.

He crawled along, waving his hands, pleading, "Young man, I was wrong! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

"Oh, don't worry, it won't hurt much." Yamada Hanatarou plunged the scalpel directly into the soldier's chest, startling him into screaming in pain. Realizing he wasn't dead, the soldier collapsed limply to the ground.

The soldier was so frightened that he fainted.

The gourd was filled with energy, and the spiritual pressure emanating from the blade was immediately released.

"Ahhh, I can't control myself anymore!" Yamada Hanatarou's wounds transformed into spiritual energy, which slashed towards the doorway as a burst of spiritual pressure.

"Captain Unohana, get out of the way!"

As luck would have it, Unohana was passing by the door. Facing the incoming slash, she simply smiled and dodged to the side. The slash struck the wooden door, shattering it into pieces.

Seeing that Unohana was alright, Yamada Hanatarou breathed a sigh of relief. Realizing what had happened, he quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply. "I'm sorry, Captain Unohana. I didn't expect things to turn out this way. I just wanted to heal the patient."

Unohana slowly walked in, smiling and nodding. "Hanataro, I don't recall the Fourth Division allowing its members to freely release their Zanpakuto. However, considering this is your first offense and you did it to save someone, I can forgive you a little."

"However, one must be careful when learning to heal and save lives; one cannot be reckless."

"Oh, Captain Unohana knows me?" Yamada Hanatarou pointed to himself; "I'm so lucky that Captain Unohana remembered my name."

"Don't be so ashamed, Hanatarou. After all, your brother, Seinosuke Yamada, was once a genius of our Fourth Division."

Upon hearing his brother's name, Yamada Hanataro paused for a moment, then eagerly pressed for details.

"Captain, do you know my brother?"

"I know, he used to be my vice-captain, but he defected."

"What? My brother is a traitor? That's impossible!"

Hanataro Yamada stared wide-eyed, unable to accept this fact. Feeling he had been rude, he covered his mouth, knelt on the ground, and began to sob.

Unohana closed her eyes and didn't say much. At this moment, the fifth seat ran over and knelt on one knee, saying, "Captain Unohana, Captain Ukitake's scheduled treatment time has arrived."

"I understand. Please lead Captain Ukitake to my infirmary."

"Yes, Captain Unohana!"

After comforting Yamada Hanatarou and asking the fifth seat to mentor him to help him adapt to future medical work, Unohana went to her own medical room.

The emergency room here is quite advanced, equipped with all kinds of instruments, similar to an ICU intensive care unit.

The equipment was provided by Shihouin and the 12th Division. As long as the person survives immediately, life support equipment will be put on them right away.

It can be said that even without the intervention of a master like Unohana, ordinary staff members and nurses could keep the patient alive.

Jushiro Ukitake was already in position. When he saw Unohana arrive, he stood up, scratched his head, and said apologetically, "I'm so sorry to trouble Captain Unohana again."

"However, I feel increasingly unwell lately, which has completely affected my daily work. Sometimes I am unconscious for more than two days, and I really can't take it anymore."

"Please lie down, Captain Ukitake." Unohana held a spirit particle detector and poked Ukitake Jushiro's chest back and forth a few times. She looked at the readings and remained silent for a long time before responding.

"Captain Ukitake, your spiritual body is nearing its breaking point. The power that is eroding your internal organs is affecting your soul. If this continues, you will not only be unable to use the power of the Grim Reaper, but that power will also directly erode your consciousness."

"At that point, you'll lose control..."

"I'm truly sorry, but I cannot heal or even intervene in this power. That power is related to Lord Spirit King, isn't it?"

Unohana didn't finish her story, and the consequences of Ukitake's loss of control were already obvious.

Even though Ukitake is Yamamoto's beloved disciple, since it concerns the power of the Soul King, it must be dealt with with the highest level of vigilance.

Either kill Fuzhu or seal the power of the Spirit King.

But apart from Chairman Tengetsu and the adults of the Zero Division, how can the people of Soul Society deal with the power of the Soul King?

Soon, the matter was reported to Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni.

Upon receiving this news, Yamamoto's face darkened completely. Both his beloved disciple and the Soul King's power were bad news; they needed to be dealt with immediately.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni left the First Division and headed towards the Fourth Division. He ordered Chojiro Sasakibe, who was following behind him, "Immediately summon the Second Division Captain Soi Fon and the Twelfth Division Captain Mayuri Kurotsuchi to the Fourth Division and have them carry out the order immediately."

"Yes, Your Excellency Yuan Liuzhai!"

Chojiro Sasakibara personally led the operation, instead of sending a messenger. Soi Fon and Mayuri Kurotsuchi understood the seriousness of the situation and arrived at the Fourth Division's medical intensive care unit in less than ten minutes.

Ukitake Jushiro hadn't expected that a routine spiritual maintenance would require the deployment of three captains.

Surrounded by Yamamoto, Unohana, Soi Fon, and the inhuman Mayuri Kurotsuchi, he felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Yamamoto scolded, "You scoundrel! Why didn't you tell me about the matter concerning the Spirit King sooner? Why did you have to wait until disaster struck before you started to seek help at the last minute?"

"I'm sorry, teacher. I didn't think anything would happen. Besides, this is how things have always been done, isn't it?"

Yamamoto closed his eyes slightly without responding to Ukitake, and said to Soi Fon beside him, "Send people to look for Tengetsu Sussai's whereabouts, and report to the Zero Division as well."

"Yes, Captain-Commander Yamamoto."

After Soi Fon left, Mayuri Kurotsuchi raised his hands and twisted them in the air, eager to dissect Ukitake.

"Mayuri Kurotsuchi, do you have a way to stop the decline of Ukitake's spirit body?"

“Of course, Captain-Commander Yamamoto. After Soul Society went to war with the Empire of Light, I began investigating everything about the Soul King. After all, Amatsuki Sussai said that Yhwach’s target was the Soul King, so I conducted some targeted experiments. Nemuru, bring it out.”

"Yes!"

Nemure pulled a white jar from her chest. Inside, a white liquid writhed like a soft-bodied creature. It was riddled with holes, enough to overwhelm anyone with trypophobia.

However, both Yamamoto and Unohana are seasoned veterans who have seen it all, and they waited calmly for Mayuri Kurotsuchi to continue.

"Tch, how boring." Seeing the two's indifferent reaction, Mayuri Kurotsuchi took the jar, shook it, and pointed at the white monster, saying, "This is something extracted from the souls of Quincy. It can control, suppress, and even destroy spiritual particles and souls."

"Originally, after it was made, I thought I could give Yhwach a good whack. Unfortunately, Chairman Amatsuki ruined the opportunity."

"However, we can sprinkle this little guy on Captain Ukitake, which should suppress it a bit, but the risk is a bit high."

Unohana interrupted Mayuri's praise of the experimental product. Who knows what would happen if you used something that hadn't undergone clinical trials? Even Mayuri herself didn't know the results. She would never allow Mayuri to do anything reckless in the Fourth Division's medical ward.