A burst of teasing laughter came from Kuchiki Byakuya's side.
"The captain of the sixth division is really calm, I admire him."
The silver-haired man was leaning on the edge of the corridor, smiling and looking at Byakuya Kuchiki, who was passing by, and teasingly.
Those slightly narrowed eyes were as cunning as a fox.
Opposite him stood another man who looked a bit ferocious with an eye patch on his head.
To be able to speak to Kuchiki Byakuya in such a tone of course requires equal status, and the two of them are also captains of the Gotei 13.
Captain of the Third Division——Ichimaru Gin.
Captain of Squad 11——Zaraki Kenpachi.
"My sister is about to be executed, but she is still so cold. She is worthy of being the captain of the Sixth Division. She is really a role model for the Shinigami nobles~" Ichimaru Gin said with a smile, his tone was full of sarcasm, but that smile
His face seemed harmless and showed no malice.
"Isn't death something that the Shinigami have long been accustomed to?" Byakuya Kuchiki responded calmly, "What? As the captain, you still feel afraid of this?"
"Hmm? Well..." Ichimaru Gin didn't know how to answer for a while.
However, Kuchiki Byakuya didn't seem to want to know what this guy was thinking. He asked directly, "Tell me, why did you two come to me? As a captain, you acted alone, without even an adjutant.
, there must be some intention, right?”
"Oops."
Ichimaru Gin smiled softly, "It's okay. It's not official business after all, so there's no problem if you don't bring an adjutant, right? We just thought... someone would be sad and depressed knowing that his sister was going to be executed, so we came here as a friend to say hello.
Just a moment."
"Friends? I don't remember that we have a good relationship." Byakuya Kuchiki frowned slightly, "The affairs of our Kuchiki family have nothing to do with you, right?"
"Don't say that, we are colleagues after all." Ichimaru Gin spread his hands, seeming a little helpless.
"Maybe he doesn't treat us as people of the same status, right?" Zaraki Kenpachi said, the hideous scar on his face looked a little scary because of the cracked corners of his mouth, "After all, we are from a famous family, and it is very difficult for such a sinner to appear.
How can you show sadness over something embarrassing? Even if you are sad, it should be for the sake of the family's reputation, right?"
"Oh? I never thought that a commoner could understand how a noble feels?" Byakuya Kuchiki's expression didn't change much, but at the moment he was looking at Kenpachi Zaraki's eyes with murderous intent flowing in them.
But in the face of such murderous intent, Zaraki Kenpachi became even more excited, and the smile on his face became more intense, "How about it? If you think that executing such a sinner will dirty the nobles' hands, I, a commoner, can do it for you~ Anyway,
They are all going to die, why not let me chop them up?"
"Oh? Can you kill someone with your scarred blunt knife?" Byakuya Kuchiki's tone became a little cold.
"Would you like to try it?" Zaraki Kenpachi asked with a grin.
"Do you really want to try?" Byakuya Kuchiki didn't give in.
The atmosphere became a little anxious for a while, and it seemed that a big war would break out if someone was not careful.
"Alas~"
Seeing this, Ichimaru Gin sighed and took out the bandage he carried with him.
"We didn't come here to fight~"
As he said that, he tied Zaraki Kenpachi into a rice dumpling and dragged him away.
"I'm sorry, Captain Kuchiki, for disturbing you. Please forgive me! At least I don't want to go against you now. Now that the condolences are over, let's take our leave first. Remember to ask your sister for me!"
"Let me go! Ichimaru! You guy! Let me go! Let me chop him! Let me chop him!"
Zaraki Kenpachi struggled. But without releasing his spiritual pressure, he really couldn't break free from Ichimaru Gin's restraints.
Soul Society has Soul Society rules. Unless in an emergency, all captains in the Seireitei are not allowed to release their own spiritual power and Zanpakutō without authorization. Even he has to abide by it.
"..."
Kuchiki Byakuya looked at the two people who left in a hurry in silence, his brows furrowing even deeper.
The fact that these two people appear here is definitely not as simple as just saying hello.
Perhaps Kenpachi Zaraki really came here just to provoke him, but Gin Ichimaru definitely didn't come to him just for 'sympathy'.
"Are you trying to test my attitude towards this matter?"
Kuchiki Byakuya quickly understood the other party's intention.
It seems that this whole thing is not as simple as imagined. After all, the judgment of Central Room 46 on Lucia is too weird. He obviously submitted suggestions to the higher authorities, but Central Room 46 did not make any suggestions at all.
The reply directly issued the final judgment.
What the hell is going on……
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"Hey, hey, hey! Lucia, don't be too sad. Maybe there will be a turn for the better?"
Seeing the disappointed look on Rukia Kuchiki's face in the cage, Renji Abarai couldn't bear it. Anyone abandoned by a 'relative' would probably feel helpless, right? For a moment, he didn't know how to comfort her.
I can only say unrealistic things.
A turning point? How could there be a turning point? As the captain said, this is the final decision of Soul Society. No one can object to the decision of the Central Room 46, not even the captain. The only thing waiting for Rukia is
A journey to death.
"It's okay, I'm not very depressed."
Rukia Kuchiki forced a smile on her face and said, "After all, this is an expected situation. There is nothing to be disappointed about."
"Liar, you are obviously feeling extremely uncomfortable, right?"
Renji Abarai clung to the railings of the cage, and the strong force made the railings creak.
He was thinking about whether to rob the prison.
Such a cage is useless in front of him, and it can only be used to lock up people like Lucia who have not yet recovered their strength. If the other party is willing, he can immediately...
"Stop trying to do something stupid."
Rukia Kuchiki seems to have seen Renji Abarai's thoughts.
After all, they were childhood sweethearts. Although they rarely contacted her after she entered the Kuchiki family, this idiot's thoughts were so easy to guess. They were exactly the same as when she was a child. They really haven't changed at all...
"What if you rescue me from here? The problem will not be solved, it will only drag you into the water."
Kuchiki Rukia frowned as she spoke.
She gently stroked the position where 'Beng Yu' was.
The cause of everything should be this thing. If the man didn't lie to her, it should be Aizen who framed her and imprisoned her. Things wouldn't end like this. If her guess was right... wait until the official execution.
One day is probably when Aizen reveals his true face, and that guy will definitely take action at that time.
"Renji... I have something to ask you..."
Thinking of this, she raised her head and looked at Renji Abarai more seriously than ever before.
"What?"
Abarai Renji swallowed his saliva.
Because it was the first time in so many years that he saw Lucia's eyes like this.
"Say it, no matter what you do, I will definitely do it."
He quickly nodded and agreed without even figuring out what the other party wanted him to do.
A slightly ferocious smile appeared on Abarai Renji's face, which was happiness.
Because the look in Lucia's eyes at this moment was not what a person about to die should have, there was still 'hope' in her eyes.
Although he doesn't know where this 'hope' comes from, as long as it can help, he will definitely do it.
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Boom boom boom——
Violent roaring sounds continued to be heard in the basement.
“Ahhhhh——”
Screams continued to sound.
"Hahahaha! What are you running for? Didn't you say you would kill me in five minutes?"
Assistant Urahara Ki held the 'Benihime' and chased Ichigo Kurosaki, slashing continuously without any sign of mercy.
At this moment, Kurosaki Ichigo had been severely scarred by his chops.
"Damn it! Stop being so arrogant, you guy!"
Kurosaki Ichigo yelled unconvinced while dodging the opponent's slashes.
He had already realized that something was wrong from the moment he heard this man calling out his Zanpakutō's name.
Before, he always thought that this clog hat was just a human being, but now it seems that this guy is clearly a 'God of Death'! And he is an extremely powerful God of Death!
When he fought with the hedgehog before, he had seen this move that caused the Zanpakutō to change by calling its name.
So how to use this trick!?
"What? You can't do anything else except dodge?"
Urahara Kisuke had a faint smile on his face and swung his knife while mocking.
"Go ahead, Hong Ji! Cut him off!"
The roaring sword edge passed by Kurosaki Ichigo's ear and struck the huge rock behind him.
boom--
Although it is such a slender Zanpakutō, it can release power that can easily break mountains and rocks.
Kurosaki Ichigo's forehead was covered with cold sweat.
There was no way he could retreat.
"You can't escape now, can you?"
Urahara Kisuke approached maliciously, then raised his Zanpakutō and waved it down with a smirk on his face.
He has long wanted to deal with this arrogant boy, but now he has such a legitimate reason as 'special training', why can't he treat him well?
"呲——"
The swords clashed with each other, making a tooth-piercing friction sound.
Kurosaki Ichigo gritted his teeth and tried his best to block the opponent's slash.
But he soon realized something was wrong.
It was also a Zanpakutō, but the broken sword in his hand was like scrap metal. The blade of 'Benihime' was slowly embedded into the remaining blade of the broken sword in his hand.
"Why is the gap so big?"
Ichigo Kurosaki was filled with doubts. After all, his sword had been easily broken once by Byakuya Kuchiki before. Why was it so fragile?
"Oh, you just know the difference."
Urahara Kisuke chuckled and used a little force in his hands, "Benihime is not something that a Zanpakutō like yours can block."
"Hey——"
The next moment, a piece of the broken sword in Kurosaki Ichigo's hand was cut off again. The current length was not even comparable to that of a dagger, and almost only the blade was left.
"Damn it, it was cut off all at once!"
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Kurosaki Ichigo immediately changed his direction and walked along the wall to the side in order to distance himself.
But the next second he was caught up by Urahara Kisuke.
Urahara Kisuke suddenly appeared behind Kurosaki Ichigo, with a face full of ridicule, "Boy, do you know that the sky is too high now? You just have a little strength... but the battle of the Shinigami does not rely on strength."
"snort!"
Ichigo Kurosaki was dissatisfied and swung his sword with his backhand, using his Zanpakutō with almost only the blade left to swing towards the opponent's neck.
But the result was very obvious and he was easily dodged by the other party.
"hehe."
Urahara Kisuke chuckled and just raised his head slightly to dodge Kurosaki Ichigo's attack, and began to taunt again, "You still don't understand the way a Shinigami fights? You have such amazing spiritual power but you don't know how to use it at all!"
Your spiritual power is not really condensed at all, it just expands into the shape of a sword. How can such a thing be a real Zanpakutō? Therefore—"
Click——
The light of the sword flashed again, and Kurosaki Ichigo felt that only half of the Zanpakutō's hilt was left in his hand.
"My Hong Ji can cut it off easily."
Urahara Kisuke looked at Kurosaki Ichigo who was in a daze looking at the only hilt of the knife left in his hand, "Now... you don't have the knife in your hand anymore, do you want to admit defeat?"
"Admit... admit defeat? What are you kidding about..."
Kurosaki Ichigo raised his head bravely, but before he finished speaking, he saw Urahara Kisuke's cold eyes at this moment.
I saw Urahara Kisuke gently stroking the blade of the sword, his eyes full of killing intent, "Speaking of which, if you don't admit defeat... I will really kill you."
"Gulu——"
Kurosaki Ichigo, shrouded in murderous intent, suddenly broke out in cold sweat on his forehead.
He could feel that this guy was not kidding him.
After all, these people didn't seem to care about his life or death from the beginning of the special training!
escape.
For some reason, Kurosaki Ichigo suddenly had such a thought in his mind, and his body began to act subconsciously.
When he reacted, he had already turned around and ran some distance away.
"Is your consciousness...that's all it turns out to be?"
Urahara Kisuke's voice was slightly cold. He held up his hat and disappeared from the spot.
When he appeared again, he was behind Ichigo Kurosaki, and the Benihime in his hand was already raised high.
In fact, it is normal for this kid to run away when facing him, because no one is really not afraid of death. This is an instinctive reaction.
But he was a little disappointed, because this boy was someone that the man valued.
Is that really all there is to it?
Time seemed to slow down, the blade was getting closer to Kurosaki Ichigo's neck inch by inch, and Urahara Kisuke really seemed to have no intention of showing mercy.
At this moment, Kurosaki Ichigo could even clearly feel the coldness approaching, which was the coldness that meant 'death'.
But for some reason, he stopped escaping.
"What a shame..."
Kurosaki Ichigo's legs were shaking uncontrollably, "I actually ran away? Why did I run away? Is it just like what this guy said... is this the only level of my consciousness?"
"Yeah? Why are you running away? Ichigo. Is it because... of facing the fear of 'death'?"
"!!"
The moment the blade was about to approach, the familiar dark figure appeared in front of Kurosaki Ichigo again.
Time seemed to suddenly stand still.
Kurosaki Ichigo looked at each other blankly.
After being reminded by this uncle, he finally understood why he ran away uncontrollably.
It's because of fear.
That's the human instinct when facing death.
"It's really ridiculous. As the 'God of Death', you are actually afraid of 'death'?"
The man mocked mercilessly.
And Kurosaki Ichigo was speechless.
He held the knife tightly, anger and unwillingness emerged, as if he was trying to use such emotions to suppress the inescapable fear.