In Soul Society, love and bond begin

"The timely information delivered by Lord Shikatori allowed the various teams to take up their posts promptly."

"On the other hand, the inner court guards that Lord Kuchiki is with were stationed at the inner court gates leisurely for the entire night. They remained motionless even when the neighboring Shinō Spiritual Arts Academy was completely massacred."

"If you're talking about dereliction of duty, shouldn't Kuchiki-sama put his name first on this list?"

Kuchiki Ginrei glanced at him, a deep glint of anger flashing through his eyes, but his tone remained calm: "There are no nobles left now, Captain Takasugi, except for a few of us."

"As for Captain Sumashi's matter, I'm also very sorry."

"But this is no reason why the Purification Team failed to stop the Hollow swarm, resulting in massive civilian casualties."

As he spoke, he pulled out a list from his sleeve. "Based on the contents of this list, it's sufficient to convict seven officers from the Eighth and Thirteenth Divisions of deserting their posts within the past month."

This time, Takasugi didn't budge, raising his voice once more. "Since we can't discuss the matter at hand, Captain Kuchiki, why don't you first explain to the seniors the personnel changes regarding the former nobles of the Kasumigaoji, Konoe, and Kujo clans within Squad 7 who haven't met the relevant merit standards but are still sitting in high-ranking positions?"

Seeing the two of them refusing to give in, Chojiro Suzuki, who was standing in the main seat, felt a little pressured.

Although wild monkeys fighting could often be seen in meetings before they broke into the Soul Society, ever since they took over the Soul Society and under the deliberate control of Captain-in-Chief Yamamoto, it has become rare to see such a tit-for-tat situation as today.

Quebu thought as he glanced downwards.

As expected, the many killers who had been silent for a long time had unknowingly woken up a little from their previous half-asleep state, and looked at the two people who were about to draw their swords with interest.

If it weren't for the old man's residual influence, I'm afraid everyone would have applauded them.

Yan Yuanjinle, who was standing at the captain's seat of the third squad, put his hands in his sleeves, narrowed his eyes slightly under his yellow glasses, and looked at Kuchiki and Takasugi with a cold gaze.

Compared with other wild monkeys, this former wise general felt the deeper contradiction behind the conflict between the two.

Although Yamamoto and Fujimiya have suppressed and balanced the various forces gathered in Soul Society countless times from an institutional level.

However, with the continuous output of students at the Shinō Spiritual Arts Academy and the class solidification caused by the peaceful environment for three hundred years, the contradictions between the upper and lower classes gradually began to become acute as seniority was prevalent.

As he thought about it, he glanced at Kurayashiki Ryoma behind Fujimiya Makoto and Kyoraku Shunsui behind himself.

If it was during the early years when there was a shortage of people, emerging strong men like these two who had reached the third level of spiritual power early on, and even secretly learned Bankai, would probably have taken higher positions early on.

However, the two of them have been vice-captains for almost a hundred years now.

It's not just the most important positions like captain and vice-captain.

Even the position of chief officer of each team is not something that ordinary people can get for free.

Thinking of this, Yan Yuanjinle looked at Kuchiki and Takasugi with more excitement.

"Is this a conflict between the former nobles and the new generation of Yuanzijuku lineage?"

'Time flies by so fast.'

"I've grown to this size before I knew it."

Unlike Yan Yuanjinle's relaxed attitude, for some people, the struggle for power is a major issue that runs through their entire lives and is also the most important source of security.

However, this kind of verbal quarrel will not produce any results in the end.

While constantly solving the opponent's weaknesses, anger is naturally accumulating.

Until the very end, the eyes of Kuchiki Ginrei and Takasugi looking at each other were filled with murderous intent that was clearly revealed.

Until the moment when the two of them almost put their hands on the hilt of the knife.

"It's noisy."

A cold rebuke suddenly rang out in the captain's meeting room.

The sound was not loud, but amidst the violently reverberating spiritual pressure, it was clearly heard by everyone.

The spiritual pressure faintly wrapped in the scolding even made Kyoraku Shunsui, who was always on guard, emit a sharp "hum" sound in his head that he could not help but let out.

Kuchiki Ginrei and Takasugi both stopped moving at the same time.

They all turned to look in the direction of the 9th Squad.

Fujimiya Makoto still had his hands in his sleeves as usual. His eyes, which had been closed calmly, had opened a crack at some point. In his deep black pupils, there was a light sharper than a knife blade, which seemed to blow a cold wind that penetrated into the bone marrow when it blew on people.

The targeted spiritual pressure alone made them both feel the danger of facing Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni.

The hairs on my head stood on end.

Fujimiya Makoto's tone was cold, and he was not polite even when scolding a captain of equal status:

"The captain and a captain were seriously injured, and hundreds of civilians were killed or injured in the chaos. The perpetrator has yet to be found."

"When the captains' meeting came, they started arguing over their own scandals."

"Now, you two are deliberately provoking this dispute when Old Man Shan is seriously injured and no one can make a decision—"

As he spoke, his eyes swept across their cheeks and he said calmly:

"—Are you planning another Seireitei Rebellion?"

Fujimiya Makoto's voice was very soft, but it was so heavy that it could crush someone.

The moment they heard these words, Kuchiki and Takasugi, who were about to draw their swords against each other, let go of each other at the same time.

After three hundred years of suppression and education, in order to safeguard their own legitimacy, the Gotei 13 have already destroyed the cause of the "Seireitei Rebellion" through various channels such as the Shinō Spiritual Academy, the Rukongai Gazette, and folk books, and instead described it as a battle to quell a "civil strife", thus completely consolidating their status as the ruling class.

Fujimiya Makoto's words were more of a blatant threat than a question.

Who is the civil strife? Who will suppress the rebellion?

There is no need to ask more about the characters in this story.

More importantly, the person who said this has sufficient ability to put the word "suppression of rebellion" into practice.

Death, after all, speaks with the sword.

Although the captains have equal status.

But there is no doubt that some captains are more equal than others.

"Hey, boring."

Saito Bulaobusi held the scabbard in his arms in a bad mood and glanced at the two people standing there with disdain.

What are you afraid of?

Why don’t you dare to fight with Fujimiya!

Unohana Yachiru looked at the disciple beside him, and a soothing smile inadvertently appeared on his face, which was always cold.

This is right.

But when Saito caught a glimpse of this detail, he became even angrier.

"Pooh!"

Seeing this, Quebu, who was standing in the main seat, couldn't help but smile.

What Master Yuanliuzai said was indeed correct.

Although Makoto is incredibly lazy, if Soul Society needs him, he will always step forward without hesitation.

What a contradictory personality.

If we keep going like this, we should be able to...

Just as Quebu was thinking this.

However, Fujimiya Makoto secretly made a gesture in Yan Yuan's direction.

Hmm? Me?

Yan Yuanjinle was stunned at first, his brows immediately twisted into a knot, and his already weathered face suddenly looked even more haggard than before.

However, if he doesn't stand up now, today's matter may not end so well.

He thought about it in his mind, and seemed to have come up with a plan.

"Ugh."

With this in mind, Yan Yuanjinle stepped out of the queue and said in a serious tone, "I propose that we first establish a joint special investigation team consisting of three team leaders to search for clues related to the criminal within a limited time."

"As for the position of team leader, Captain Fujimiya will take on the role concurrently."

"Please vote on this proposal."

Fujimiya Makoto had just breathed a sigh of relief, but he froze the next second.

"Eh?"

"Wow--"

Before he could open his mouth to refute, the sound of waving sleeves was heard beside him.

Quebu glanced at the crowd and nodded slightly:

"Ten to one, the proposal passed."

"Captain Fujimiya, please submit the relevant organizational procedures and member transfer report as soon as possible."

"Hey!"

......

After the meeting, the team leaders left the conference room one after another.

Fujimiya Makoto walked in front angrily, with a very ugly look on his face.

Kurayashiki Ryoma, who was following behind him, looked more like someone who had his chin pulled and fed a mouthful of snow when he was unable to move due to constipation, and his face was ashen.

joke!

When did Captain Fujimiya write a report?

Those trivial things on paper still have to be done by him and Shishilang!

Ukitake Jushiro, who is still busy with the manuscript, has not yet realized the fate of having to work overtime.

Just as Kuryashiki Ryoma was sighing and thinking, he saw Takasugi hurried out of the gate and walked quickly towards the team barracks.

I don't know why, but his face looked a little pale.

Although Captain Fujimiya's tone when he scolded the two of them just now was quite rude, but as a former member of Motojijuku, Ryoma actually still had some good feelings towards Takasugi, his classmate and colleague, for defending "their own people".

"Are you okay this time?"

Kuryashiki Ryoma called out from afar.

When Gao Shan heard the voice behind him this time, he was stunned and his whole body tensed up.

When he turned around and saw that it was Longma, he relaxed a little and forced a smile:

"fine!"

"I suddenly remembered that there are some things that have not been resolved. I have to go back quickly."

"Is that so?"

Longma was a rough person to begin with, and seeing how hurried he was, he had wanted to treat him to a drink.

"You don't have to worry too much about what my captain said just now."

"He just acts serious sometimes in front of everyone, but at heart he's just a lecherous idiot."

"Don't mind it."

"Ah? I didn't!" Gao Shan finally reacted after hearing this. He breathed a sigh of relief and said with a gentle smile, "That's our senior!"

"That's good, go get busy first!"

"I'll buy you a drink next time."

This time, Takasugi waved his hands repeatedly until he saw Ryoma walking away, then he calmed down again.

The color on his face became paler and paler, and gradually even his smile faded.

When he turned around, he immediately disappeared from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already at the Fifth Division's headquarters.

"Captain? Has your wound reopened?"

As if he happened to pass by the corridor near the door, Aizen immediately put down the documents in his hand, walked quickly to Takasugi Konji, and helped him up from the ground.