Who are you calling a stable boy?!

Raising his head, Mole City looked up at the sages high above.

"Next, please provide me with a Hollow so that my modified warrior can prove everything to you all through actual combat."

After a brief silence, the sages granted the request.

This time, the creature brought into the hall was an extremely robust Void.

Although it has not reached the level of a Great Hollow, it is still considered one of the best among the lower-level Hollows. If it were to appear in the mortal world, it would be enough to cause considerable chaos, and would require at least one Grand Master to lead the team to handle it properly.

This beast had clearly been starving for some time. As soon as it was freed from its restraints, it immediately locked onto the nearest prey and pounced on the serious criminal wielding a shallow-handed dagger.

Faced with this vicious attack, the repeat offender made a move.

Facing the gaping maw filled with sharp teeth, he stiffly shoved his left hand inside.

With a crisp sound, his entire left hand was instantly bitten off by the lizard.

However, taking advantage of the instant that Hollow closed his mouth, he plunged the shallow dagger in his right hand into Hollow's head without the slightest hesitation.

One stab, one stroke.

It's like cutting open a livestock's belly to remove its offal.

A strangely colored bodily fluid sprayed out, but no pink or white fishy substance flowed from the empty head.

The burly body twitched a few times before collapsing to the ground with a muffled thud as the blade was pulled out.

Aim at the mask, strike once and for all, swift and decisive.

From the moment he made his feint to the moment he was killed, the entire process took only a few breaths.

But in those few short breaths, so much touching information was revealed!

It is obvious that this modified warrior not only possesses physical abilities that surpass those of ordinary officers, but more importantly, he has completely abandoned the biological instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm, lost the ability to perceive pain, and even disregarded his own survival.

This is not a warrior at all.

This is a real weapon.

A weapon forged from flesh and blood, which Kenpachi Momoshiro could wield at will.

"Stop."

Kenpachi Momoshiro spoke again.

The modified warrior lowered his knife, silently letting his severed wrist bleed.

Standing amidst the bloodshed, and turning back to the sages of the Forty-Six Chambers, Mole City spoke as if narrating the final curtain call: "As you can see, with my abilities, I can produce about a thousand warriors like these a day. And I can ensure that I reach this level without considering the quality of the materials themselves."

He paused for a moment, then pointed out the most important characteristic of a weapon.

"At the same time, I can guarantee that they will be able to absolutely obey orders."

To prove this to the sages, he turned to look at the modified warrior again.

"Cut off your left hand."

No sooner had Mole City finished speaking than the modified warrior swiftly brought down his blade.

His arm, which had lost its hand, was severed at the shoulder and fell to the ground, splashing blood everywhere.

Warm blood gushed from the fresh cut, but the modified warrior remained expressionless, standing silently with his knife in hand.

It was as if the knife had not severed his own left arm, but merely a piece of withered branch that could be found anywhere by the roadside.

This absolute obedience transcends the boundaries defined by life, death, and suffering.

Kenpachi Momoshiro slightly raised his head.

There was no arrogance on his face, only the calmness of stating the facts.

Rather than showcasing their proud achievements, it's more like completing a task that should have been done long ago.

"Well said, wise men?"

He slowly said, "With these modified warriors I created, the problem of manpower for the 14th Division can be solved. I will be responsible for continuously modifying the souls of Rukongai into fearless warriors in Soul Society, and the control of the warriors will be entirely handed over to Captain Zheng Jing."

This is the second most crucial change in Kenpachi Azajo's proposed plan.

He no longer demanded to personally lead this army of soul-transforming soldiers, but instead made it clear that he wanted to hand over all command of this force to Zheng Jing.

"In this way, we can use Rukongai as a base to continuously produce fearless warriors, which will then be taken to Hueco Mundo by Captain Zheng Jing."

At this point, Kenpachi Azajo's tone finally showed a slight change.

Like the dark currents beneath the surface of the sea at night.

"The eradication of Hueco Mundo and the attainment of true balance in the Three Realms are just around the corner!"

It seems that's really the case.

With such convincing examples and a seemingly reasonable distribution of power...

Will Central Room 46 change its mind this time and approve the Mole City plan?

The answer is still no.

However, the reasons for this rejection are different from those before.

After a brief silence and exchange, the leading sage gave his answer.

Room 46 believes that such reform is illegal and unreasonable, and it is unacceptable even if the target is a serious offender in prison.

Not to mention using innocent souls from Rukongai.

This result seems to have been within Kenpachi Azajo's expectations.

He left without arguing.

"Old Zheng, you see that?"

"I see it."

Inside the vast room of room forty-six, the large tables were all empty.

Only on the highest step were two figures.

One squats, one sits.

Naturally, it's Zheng Jing and Aizen.

Zheng Jing scratched his cheek.

Having witnessed Kenpachi Momoshiro's wondrous transformation process firsthand, both of them, with their keen eyesight and wisdom, naturally perceived some essential characteristics behind this method.

"Manipulating spiritual particles, if this is his Shikai, then this kid's Zanpakuto ability is actually somewhat similar to the methods used by Quincy."

Zheng Jing rolled his eyes: "No, it's probably even more advanced than that. His fusion technique is truly something special."

Aizen nodded slightly.

"Indeed, this method of manipulating spiritual particles is similar to that of Quincy, but it is even more sophisticated than that of pure-blooded Quincy in the present world."

"However, compared to this..."

Zheng Jing narrowed his eyes: "Old Lan, he specifically named me, Old Zheng, to give the order... Could it be that he's figured something out?"

Upon hearing this, Aizen adjusted his glasses.

The dim light in the hall shone on his glasses, and the reflection obscured his eyes.

"...Old Zheng."

After a moment of silence, Aizen softly called out to Zheng Jing.

"Know, know."

Zheng Jing grinned.

He jumped up with a shout.

"Leave it to me, Lao Zheng."

-

After leaving Room 46, Mole City did not return to the Eleventh Division's barracks.

He chose to leave Seireitei directly.

Although there was no prior notification, which of the many gatekeepers in Seireitei who came from Rukongai would dare to stop Kenpachi Azajo, the captain of the 11th Division?

They didn't even dare to ask a question, let alone stop them.

And so, Mole City once again stepped into Rukongai alone.

However, he seems to have a clear goal for this trip.

Kenpachi Momoshiro left Seireitei at noon and arrived at the West 75th district of Rukongai at sunset.

There's nothing particularly special about this place.

Looking around, all one could see was the same desolation in every major district of Rukongai.

Oh, and there are also thugs who lick blood from the edge of a knife.

Those who can survive in the various large number districts of Rukongai must be ruthless, fierce, and, most importantly, intelligent.

Therefore, even though Kenpachi Momoshiro was slender and had the appearance of a gloomy nobleman, the haori he wore over his shihaka uniform and his indifferent and fearless demeanor were enough to deter the thugs lurking in the shadows.

After walking alone for a while in the desolate West 75 district, Mole City stopped in a barren area.

"Captain Zheng Jing, how's it here?"

He suddenly spoke up.

"Not bad, not bad."

And what responded to him was indeed Zheng Jing's laughter.

Zhicheng turned around and faced Zheng Jing, who had appeared there at some unknown time.

"Just you and me."

With a grin, Zheng Jing pointed to Mole City and then compared it to himself.

"This place is really nice."

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The masses are obsessed; a crackdown is necessary.

"Actually, I was hoping you would bring Captain Aizen with you."

Zheng Jing grinned upon hearing this.

"Hey, let's not beat around the bush."

He took a step forward.

When did you figure it out?

Zhicheng Jianba remained calm, seemingly having anticipated that Zheng Jing would raise this question.

"If you mean Captain Aizen replacing the 46..."

He replied calmly, "That was when I last presented the plan to Room 46."

"Oh?"

Zheng Jing rolled his eyes.

Old Lan had never mentioned this to him before, which meant that either Kenpachi was bluffing, or even Old Lan had failed to notice that the eighth generation Kenpachi had discovered the inside story of this substitution half a year ago.

In either case, it is enough to demonstrate the strength of the man before them, which, as Yoruichi said, is by no means ordinary.

Thinking of this, Zheng Jing took another closer look at Kenpachi Mochi's face, which always carried a hint of gloom.

He felt that the kid wasn't lying.

"So, you really did deliberately lure me, Old Zheng, here."

Zheng Jing scratched his cheek: "But you don't seem like you're going to use this to blackmail me, huh?"

"I really didn't have that idea."

Kenpachi Momoshiro's answer was concise and to the point.

"If I had to say something, I would simply hope for an opportunity to have an honest conversation with you."

"An open and honest conversation?"