Bleach: Seireitei's self-disciplined captain

What is the difference between a king and a mount?

Instinct?

Sufeng holds a completely different view on this.

Indeed.

Constantly fighting, pursuing strength, ruthlessly defeating the enemy, and killing them with a thousand cuts... this is the absolute desire for battle.

Peeling off one's own skin, cutting off one's own flesh, breaking bones to the depths of the nerves, engraved in the primitive class, a thorough and incomparable killing reaction.

This is called instinct.

But this only exists in very few special cases.

Whether it's Zaraki Kenpachi or the future half-blood fucker, their existence is irreproducible.

If someone really imitates them, they will just lose something that belongs to them, just like Madarame Ikkaku.

Reason is the only thing that can control oneself.

Sufeng's eyes and words caused Madarame, who was in prison, to fall into deep self-doubt.

a long time.

He raised his shiny head, stared directly at Sufeng, and asked word by word:

"The purpose of your doing this..."

"What exactly is it!"

The hoarse sound was like sandpaper being rubbed hard against gravel.

These words undoubtedly had a big impact on Madarame.

"I just want to break your psychological defense."

Su Feng was very calm, "If I don't do this, it will take a little effort to get a madman like you to confess."

Before that, he had received a report from Rukawa Fuji.

Madarame Ikkaku doesn't think that what he did before violated the laws of Soul Society.

Refusing to admit his guilt.

"This guy..."

Madarame gritted his teeth tightly, making a crunching sound, and his expression became fierce again.

"Don't expect me to plead guilty in this way!"

Sufeng didn't say anything, just looked at the other person with calm eyes.

Under this gaze, Madarame felt as if he had no secrets, and his psychological defense became more and more broken until it completely collapsed.

"Where's the file?"

Although he still looked ferocious, he seemed to have lost his previous aura.

have to say.

The previous words were still of considerable use.

The Shinigami soldiers in the prison promptly submitted a file recording Madarame's crimes.

immediately.

He wrote his name crookedly in a rather awkward posture.

A corner of Madarame.

"Well, it's ugly."

Sufeng commented, "Before practicing, you should go to Captain Aizen to practice calligraphy."

Madarame bared one corner of his teeth and had blue veins popping out on his forehead, the ferocity of which was self-evident.

Sufeng signaled the jailer Death to put away the file.

This thing is of no use to his self-discipline tasks.

Sufeng just wanted to use this to make a good start and announce the arrival of the era of innocence to many sinners in the Soul Society.

That's all.

…………

at the same time.

The eleventh team building, the largest training room.

Dozens of Death God soldiers gathered here, and the gloomy atmosphere was completely different from the past.

The faces of those tough and brutal soldiers were full of sorrow, as if they had been beaten severely.

And in the center of these people, a figure that was incompatible with the 11th Division was sitting cross-legged on the wooden floor.

She has short dark purple hair, a unique feather on her right eye, and a delicate face with smooth skin and a faint sheen that cannot be concealed.

If you ignore its gender, it may attract countless men to stop.

The fifth seat of Team 11, one of Madarame's few friends.

Yumichika Ayase River.

At the same time, he is also the most sensible person in the current squad 11, provided that his taboos are not touched.

At this time, he was also frowning and staring at the people in front of him.

The overwhelming momentum almost made them unable to breathe.

Although he is only the fifth seat, his real strength is not inferior to Madarame's third seat, and even surpasses it if he masters the swastika.

This also made quite a few people in the 11th Division very afraid of this chief officer.

"So, I'm just on mission for a few days."

Ayasegawa Yumichika narrowed his eyes slightly, with a sinister look on his face:

"That guy Ikkaku was arrested by people from Division 9?"

The pressure from the gaze and momentum gradually became unbearable for the leaders.

"I'm very sorry, Yumichika."

Several people fell to their knees in unison, their foreheads pressed to the ground.

"The person who took action is the new captain of the ninth division, Tsunayashiro Sufeng."

"Ikkaku-sama, he is no match at all!"

Several people spoke in unison, as if recalling the battle that day, and a hint of fear appeared on their sturdy faces.

"Extremely powerful spiritual pressure!"

"The figure that cannot be captured!"

"The round gate fan that breaks the chant!"

"Clean white fighting skills!"

From their words, Ayasegawa Yumichika simulated the battle process in his mind, and his expression became more solemn.

As Madarame's best friend, no one knows his strength better than him.

Although there are still some shortcomings, he has tried several times and only needs to practice for a while before he can successfully achieve the achievement of Swastika.

Once you master the swastika, you will have standard captain-level combat power.

But even so, when facing the new captain of the ninth team, he was unable to fight back. The opponent didn't even use his Zanpakutō.

Is the gap so terrifying?

Just as he was thinking, a rough and hoarse voice broke the dead silence in the training room.

"So, Madarame was defeated head-on by the captain of Division 9?"

The next door opened, and a burly figure stepped inside, looking around at everyone's expressions.

On the face that was as ferocious as a demon, there was a scar running through his left eye, from his forehead to his chin, and his right eye was covered by a black eyepatch.

The thick hair is entangled with bells and gathered into a hedgehog-like hairstyle.

The white captain's feather fabric was cut into zigzag shapes on the sleeves and hem, adding a bit of ferocity to it.

The captain of the 11th Division, the 11th generation Kenpachi, is like an evil ghost.

Saraki Kenpachi!

"I didn't expect that after just going out for a trip, another strong man would appear in the Seireitei."

He was carrying a Zanpakutō with a white bandage wrapped around its blade, and his wild beast-like gaze fell on everyone.

Enthusiasm, joy, and...

eager!

“It’s so exciting!”

Zaraki Kenpachi grinned, and his sharp white teeth gave people a chilling feeling.

"Crushing Madarame's strong man should allow me to enjoy some fighting fun, right?"

"I hope I won't be like that idiot from Kiyoshi who can't enjoy himself at all!"

Everyone was so overwhelmed by his aura that they were soaked in cold sweat. They did not dare to speak at all, and even held their breath subconsciously.

Even though Zaraki Kenpachi has been the captain of the 11th Division for some time.

But everyone was still very afraid.

Yumichika Ayasekawa spread her hands and said to herself helplessly: "I hope this matter will not develop out of control..."