In Soul Society, I just want to retire

"Our Second Division is supposed to be the assassination division, responsible for intelligence and espionage. Why have we become the ones distributing leaflets now?" The flesh on Chihiro Shihouin's face kept twitching.

Vice Captain Omaeda Nozomi spoke cautiously, "Captain, isn't it because life is so peaceful now? How can we gather so much war intelligence? We can only adapt to the times. Distributing leaflets is actually quite good; at least it's not dangerous."

Chihiro Shihouin looked at his vice-captain. He was more capable than he looked. Although he was fat, his instant step was first-rate and his speed was even faster than some captains.

Although he looks silly, he is actually a master of ghost arts. He can cast ghost arts below level 90 through chanting. However, he is too timid and panics as soon as he encounters a life-threatening battle.

So the Second Division is supposed to be a criminal unit, responsible for intelligence and assassinations, but now they have fallen so low that they are handing out leaflets all over the streets!

My heart feels so cold!

Feng Yan looked at the expression of his captain and could only smile bitterly. After continuous efforts, Feng Yan has now risen to the fifth seat, which can barely be considered a senior member of the second team.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. This battle for Kenpachi is unprecedented, and it's inevitable that there will be criminals stealing things in secret. What I hate most in my life are thieves. Tell my men that if they find any thieves, just arrest them." After Shifengyuan Chihiro finished speaking, he suddenly realized that catching thieves should not be the responsibility of the criminal army?

The period of peace was simply too long. Seven hundred years of peace was enough to wear away a person's edges. There was nothing Chihiro Shihouin could do about it. In fact, many wise people had discovered this, but there was nothing they could do.

Although the Shinigami and the Hollows have been fighting for hundreds of years, it is also said that this is a battle, not a war, and there is an essential difference between the two.

The power of the Shinigami is now enough to completely control Soul Society and the real world. It is not impossible for them to completely control Hueco Mundo as long as they put in a little effort. After a long period of peace, their nature will inevitably change because they really can't find any external enemies.

The Quincies may seem powerful, but what about the reality? After Yhwach's death, if they really wanted to surround and annihilate them, they would be crushed overnight.

Just as Chihiro Shihouin was thinking about life, a familiar voice came from the side.

"Buy it and leave it! Buy it and leave it! Will the Red Flame Demon Huo Ying, who has been the captain for a hundred years, continue to maintain her peak position, or will the new generation replace the old? Buy it and leave it!"

Shifengyuan Chihiro knew who was coming even with his eyes closed.

The former captain of the 10th Division, Wang Tuchuan Yu Xuji.

Chapter 241: No hope, amputation

Shifengyuan Qianri looked at Wang Tuchuan Yuxuji: "Why are you here, old man?"

Wang Tuchuan Yu Xuji stretched out his fingers and gently teased Sayoichi in Shifengyuan Chihiro's arms: "How can such a grand occasion be without me? I am the owner of the largest casino in Soul Society. The battle for Kenpachi is the biggest gamble of the century. I absolutely cannot be left out! You haven't even said who will win between these two people!"

Shihouin Chihiro was silent for a moment. "Captain Huoying has been the captain of the 11th Division for two hundred years. Her strength is obvious to all. But it is rumored that Kuriyashiki, who challenged her, is as strong as Captain Huoying. So... I don't know who is more powerful between the two of them!"

Wang Tuchuan and Yu Xuji rolled their eyes. "You're the captain of the Second Division, in control of the Xing Army and intelligence, yet you don't even know this little thing!"

Shifengyuan Chihiro was so angry that the veins on his forehead were throbbing. He put his granddaughter in his arms directly into the arms of the servant next to him, and turned around to fight with Wang Tuchuan Yuxuji.

These two old guys are almost two thousand years old together, but their methods are still very childish, stepping on toes, picking noses, pulling hair, and they don't have the demeanor of a master at all. Others don't dare to step forward to persuade them to stop fighting, and can only watch with a wry smile on their faces.

At the same time, Madarame Ikkaku and Yumichika also arrived at the scene. At this time, there were already many ordinary residents waiting here to watch the excitement, including some samurai and swordsmen. Their purpose of coming was very simple. They heard that the method of selecting the captain of the 11th Division was very simple. As long as they defeated the previous captain, they could become the new captain. This was an opportunity to reach the sky in one step. If they could also participate in this battle and defeat the current captain, good days would come.

"Stop pushing, stop pushing, get out of the way!" Madarame Ikkaku kept pushing the people around him. Although he was very strong, the injuries he suffered when fighting with Kenpachi Zaraki a few days ago had not healed yet, so he didn't dare to squeeze in. It would be very painful if the wound was touched.

"That bastard poked my wound, get out of here!" Madarame discovered that someone was poking his wound specifically, and he grimaced in pain.

Yumichika, who was standing next to him, watched quietly in order to maintain his handsome demeanor.

"There are so many people! We can't even see the duel between the so-called strongest Death Gods!" Madarame said angrily.

The others thought so too. Just when they were trying their best to squeeze in, two Death Gods from Squad 12 came over with indifferent expressions, and then made several large screens in the air. This was the real-time projection technology developed by Squad 12 in recent years. It could project the battle scene most intuitively on the sky, allowing everyone to see the battle clearly.

I found that even if I didn’t enter the venue, I could still watch the live broadcast of the battle, and the crowds suddenly became smaller.

"Is this what they call technology? The lives of the Shinigami are indeed different from ours!" Yumichika sighed.

Madarame Ikkaku covered his wound and took a few steps back. Although the wound brought him a lot of inconvenience, Madarame Ikkaku never regretted fighting with Kenpachi Zaraki.

Suddenly, a girl's voice sounded from behind Madarame Ikkaku: "Excuse me, are you injured? I know a little bit of medical skills, can I help you bandage it?"

Madarame was startled and turned around to see a very cute girl carrying a long door-like object on her back, but it was wrapped in white cloth, so no one knew what was inside.

"No need, this minor injury will heal in a few days..." Madarame Ikkaku originally wanted to say that it would be healed in a few days, but seeing the girl's eagerness to try, he really couldn't bear to refuse.

"You can rest assured. The new bandaging skills I learned will definitely help your wound heal quickly. Besides, I have the latest trauma medicine here." The girl said proudly.

A drop of sweat ran down Madarame Ikkaku's forehead. "You're making me even more worried!" "You just learned bandaging? You're using me to practice, right?"

Yumichika next to him smiled and said, "Ikkaku, if such a cute little sister asks you for something, just agree!"

Although Madarame looks very fierce, he never picks fights with the elderly, the weak, or girls. He only picks warriors with swords. In other words, he only responds to soft attacks and not hard ones.

"There's no other way, so hurry up!" Madarame Ikkaku glanced away helplessly. The girl was very happy. She took out gauze and trauma medicine and began to help Madarame Ikkaku bandage the wound.

However... this girl's hands were really clumsy. Ten minutes passed while she was trying to figure out where to squeeze out the trauma medicine in her hand.

"I think, why don't we just forget it? It seems like the competition is about to begin!" Madarame had cold sweat on his forehead. The novice doctor was really scary.

"It's okay if we don't know how to squeeze out the ointment. Can you let me see your wound?" The girl looked eager to try.

Madarame Ikkaku originally wanted to refuse for the sake of his own safety, but the girl was so cute, with a pair of big sparkling eyes, that Madarame Ikkaku couldn't bear to refuse.

"Then you are better!" said Madarame helplessly.

The girl untied the gauze on Madarame Ikkaku's hand, looked at it carefully for a while, and said solemnly: "This wound is not in good condition! It looks like it needs amputation!"

Madarame's face turned green. What was going on? The doctor who bandaged it said it would heal on its own in no time! Why did you just turn it into an amputation?

Suddenly, a white hand reached out from behind the girl and tapped her head gently. Then a gentle voice came: "Don't talk nonsense, it's just a simple laceration! It will heal in a few days."

Madarame Ikkaku and Yumichika were both attracted by the voice and found that it was a very young woman, gentle and smiling, with a gentle temperament, like a spring breeze. It was obvious at first glance that she was definitely not an ordinary person.

"Hanoi Sakura, time is almost up, let me take care of this gentleman's wound!" The woman's hands emitted a lustrous emerald green light, and Madarame discovered that the wound on his hand was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This is..." Madarame Ikkaku looked shocked.

"This is Huidao, a spell used for healing, huh? Your internal organs also have varying degrees of concussion damage. It seems that you have experienced a battle before!" The woman looked at Madarame Ikkaku with a smile.

"Who are you?" Madarame Ikkaku looked at the woman in front of him nervously, as if his secret had been seen through at a glance.

The woman's smile grew even gentler. "My name is Unohana Retsu, just an ordinary doctor! By the way, you're here to watch this kid compete, too!"

Chapter 242: The Supreme Sword

Madarame Ikkaku and Yumichika didn't understand what Unohana was talking about, until they saw the girl who had bandaged Madarame Ikkaku's wound before taking off the thing on her back and tearing open the white cloth. Madarame Ikkaku suddenly saw that the thing the girl had been carrying was actually a large metal sword.

It looked very exaggerated. Madarame couldn't help but look at the samurai sword in his hand. Can such a large weapon really be used by a human?

The warriors watching the excitement around them also noticed the girl and made way for her. Suddenly, someone said, "I know her. She is the current captain of the 11th Division, Scarlet Flame Demon Sakura, known as the most powerful female Death God in the past two hundred years."

Madarame Ikkaku and Yumichika were both shocked. The girl who had just bandaged Madarame Ikkaku's wound was actually the current captain of the 11th Division, the woman who bore the title of the strongest god of death.

"Wait, who was the woman who brought her here just now?" Madarame Ikkaku hurriedly looked for Unohana, but she was gone.

Just as the two were curious, the ground beneath their feet suddenly began to shake, and a huge arena rose into the sky.

"What kind of ability is this?" Madarame looked at the land in front of him in shock as it rose into the sky.

Yumichika calmly replied, "This should be a high-level magic called Kidō. I heard that it is a magic that only the God of Death can use."

As the earth shook, a huge circular arena with a diameter of five kilometers rose into the air. This exceeded most people's understanding of "power".

Ordinary residents of Rukongai believe that the most powerful force is to kill the opponent with the sword in their hands. Many samurai looked at the Zanpakutō in their hands and suddenly realized their own insignificance. How much power does it take to control such a large piece of land to rise into the air?

In fact, in the eyes of the god of death, this is not a big deal at all. Even Yamabuki Detang did not do it himself. It was done by Yaoba Chiyo and his subordinates, the Kidō.

"Everyone, welcome to the once-in-a-century battle for Kenpachi!" Yababa Chiyo is directly responsible for hosting this battle.

Although hundreds of years have passed, the girl has maintained a stable lolita figure, so flat that it is almost hopeless.

However, there are still many people who like girls with this kind of figure. After all, being small has its advantages.

The warriors below howled like wolves after seeing this scene: "This girl is so cute! I really want to marry her!"

"I'm an official Shinigami of the Gotei 13. Are you dreaming?"

"And according to rumors, although this girl looks very young, she's actually six or seven hundred years old!"

"Legal loli? Wouldn't that smell better?"

Sure enough, there was no shortage of gentlemen in that era.

Madarame was also a little surprised: "Such a young girl can actually become a god of death, Yumichika, if we have the chance, how about we also become a god of death?"

Yumichika said calmly, "I don't mind. No place can hide a beautiful man like me."

"First, please bring out our challenger, Kuriyashiki. Although he is only a rookie Shinigami, he once killed Vastod without releasing his Zanpakutō, and he even shone brightly in the war not long ago." Yaoba Chiyo called out loudly.

Kuriyashiki walked up to the ring step by step very calmly. His calm temperament made many girls watching the show intoxicated.

Madarame was of course aware of the levels of Hollows, but he was able to kill Vastod without releasing his Zanpakutō? This was an absolute monster!

If Madarame Ikkaku uses his full strength now, he can defeat a low-level Hollow, but if he faces Achukas, his chances of winning will be very low.

"I wonder who is stronger, this Kuriyashiki or the previous Kenpachi Zaraki?" Madarame felt the blood in his body boiling.

Looking at Kuriyashiki's calm demeanor, Wang Tuchuan and Yu Xuji nodded slightly: "He is indeed a very strong person, probably no worse than us when we were young!"

Shifengyuan Qianri said proudly: "Each generation is stronger than the previous one. This is a good thing. We can't expect the younger generations to be unable to take over, right?"

Yaoba Chiyo once again said loudly: "Next, let us invite the current strongest god of death, Miss Chiyan Yaohuo Ying to the stage."

When Huoying appeared, the silly look on her face was completely gone. Instead, she was very calm as she looked at the strongest enemy she had ever faced in her life.

"Kuriyashiki, although I really want to go to the Fourth Division, but for the sake of the better inheritance of the name 'Kengpachi', I will not show mercy. If you die in my hands, don't blame me. On the contrary, I would do the same." Huoying has been the captain of the Eleventh Division for two hundred years, and she knows too well what the two words "Kengpachi" mean to ordinary Shinigami.

This has become a belief. With the strongest god of death leading us to charge into battle, we will never lose at any time.

Kuriyashiki nodded vigorously, gripped his Zanpakuto, and a shocking battle was about to begin.

For a moment, tens of thousands of people at the scene held their breath, and no one knew what would happen next.

"Friendly reminder, this competition is sponsored by Wang Tuchuan and Yu Xuji! What is the purpose of life? Isn't it for excitement? If you want to find excitement, come to Wang Tuchuan Casino! One-stop service will make you feel like home again!" Yabatake Chiyo smiled and advertised to the tens of thousands of people present.

Shifengyuan Qianri glared at Wang Tuchuan Yuxuji: "Could this be your real purpose?"

Wang Tuchuan and Yu Xuji smiled happily.

"Whoosh!"

Under the gazes of tens of thousands of people, a paper cup turned into an arc and accurately hit Yawata Chihiro's head.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's start quickly once both sides are ready!" Yamabuki Ditang looked helpless.

A money-grubber and a gambler actually advertises in such an occasion. You are really worthy of being called such people.

Yaoba Chiyo raised her hands in a bitter voice: "I declare that the competition begins now!"

Afterwards, Yabato Chiyo retreated from the battlefield as quickly as possible. This was a battle known as the "strongest god of death". What if it affected her?

Madarame stared at the big screen in the sky. He also wanted to know what kind of strength he would have in the Gotei 13 if he became a Shinigami.

Huoying held her mountain-splitting sword, calmed her mind and concentrated, allowing herself to reach the peak of her condition.

Kuriyashiki had sparred with Kamishirokawa before, but the aura emanating from Huoying was definitely more terrifying than Kamishirokawa!

Kamishirogawa and Hyakkiji were also watching the battle from above.

The momentum of the two people in the field has reached its peak!

The wind suddenly stopped.

It seemed that the two had agreed to take turns as signals and attack at the same time in an instant!

The two supreme swords finally collided!

Chapter 243: The Battle of the Strongest Death God

The two swords were like thunder from heaven and fire from earth, colliding with each other with tremendous force. The spiritual pressure that erupted in an instant was like a nuclear explosion, shaking the entire arena!

The ordinary warriors and swordsmen on the outermost layer saw the battle between the captain and the strong men for the first time. This level of battle directly refreshed their three views.

Most warriors also believed that the battles between the Shinigami were also fought with swords, and their power was not much stronger than theirs.

But just one collision completely crushed their little bit of confidence.

In order to protect them, the outermost layer was already far away from the center of the arena, but even so, the spiritual pressure released by the collision of the double blades of Huoying and Kuriyashiki still made some people faint on the spot!

A corner of Madarame felt the strong impact of the spiritual pressure, and his eyes were full of shock. There are always people better than people, and there are always things better than things. He finally saw a real strong man.

He even doubted whether he could withstand the opponent's full-strength attack?

Ayasegawa Yumichika's expression was also very ugly. The reason why spiritual pressure is called spiritual pressure is because when a strong person faces a weak person, he will instinctively burst out with soul suppression!

In the battles between Shinigami, you often see the one with stronger spiritual pressure suppressing the weaker one, making it unable to move.

Just like when Ichigo Kurosaki met Kenpachi Zaraki for the first time, because the spiritual pressure gap between them was too great, he couldn't even break through his defense.