Bleach: The Captain of the Fifth Division Becomes Stronger Through Training

Emergency gathering, emergency gathering!

The captain of the Gotei 13 team gathered urgently late at night.

Because of the tight time and unique nature...the act of gathering itself was not forced.

It is a temporary gathering that can take into account the circumstances and allow some people who are inconvenient to attend to not be present.

But even so.

"Waking people up for a meeting in the middle of the night? It's a little too rude, right?"

Feng Qiaolou Juro raised his right hand with a haggard expression and played with the long hair hanging on his shoulder.

"If you stay up late, your hair quality will deteriorate."

Mako Hirako was wearing a pair of pajamas, with only captain Haori covering it up.

"Well~ stop complaining. After all, calling everyone here at this time must be for important matters."

Urahara Kisuke was trying to smooth things over, and Yoruichi Shihoin beside him couldn't help but joke.

"It has nothing to do with you. After all, even if there is no gathering, you are still staying up late anyway, right?"

"Ahaha... This statement is a little hurtful. If possible, I would like to use 'research' to describe this behavior..."

The lean man patted himself on the back of the head, with an impatient expression on his face, and twisted his neck, making a series of crackling sounds.

Liu Chequanxi wiped his mouth and said.

"That kind of thing is fine no matter what. I just want to know what's the point of calling the big guy here at this time."

Looking around, everyone present now looked sleepy.

Only the old man with white hair and a thick beard narrowed his eyes slightly, stood upright on one side, and whispered.

"The affairs of the Protectorate are never prioritized, let alone priorities. If there are important matters, we should respond to them."

Not far away, Sifengyuan Yeyi said "Wu" in a joking tone.

"Come on, it's time for grandpa to preach."

Urahara Kisuke smiled bitterly and squeezed Yoruichi who was beside him.

'The sound is a bit loud, people will hear it...'

"It doesn't matter~ We are all old friends. We just tell some jokes and they won't get angry."

Kuchiki Ginling's head was covered with black lines, but he didn't say anything scolding.

After all, although the other party is not as old as himself, he is still a leader among the nobles. Since they are on the same level, no matter how much they go above and beyond...it is still within their bounds.

There is no disrespect at all.

"Master Sifengyuan, please be careful in your words and deeds."

"Sorry, old man, please be careful next time~"

Although I am dissatisfied, this is the fact, and I can only accept it at this moment.

After all, communication between nobles is such a boring thing...

Outside the door, a belated figure rushed in, attracting everyone's attention.

Being stared at by several eyes, the visitor felt somewhat embarrassed and showed an embarrassed expression.

"Uh...am I late?"

Tall, with thin cheeks. His well-trimmed short hair looks neat and tidy, and he looks like a rather cheerful middle-aged man.

He was the captain of the 10th Division at the time.

Zhibo is determined to participate.

"No, I should say it's just right."

Aikawa Ratake, who was standing in the corner, raised his right hand and pointed towards Shiba Isshin's back.

"The captain and captain Unohana are here too."

With the arrival of these two people, the originally relaxed atmosphere became tense at this moment.

Like a steel wire that has reached a critical point, in this tense and suffocating atmosphere, Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto slowly came on stage...

Stand before everyone.

The long staff in his palm landed on the high platform, making a crisp clang.

"Jutsuro Ukitake of the Thirteenth Division is temporarily absent from this meeting due to physical illness. Kyōraku Shunsui of the Eighth Division is taking care of him and is also absent... I hope everyone knows."

This is the case again...

Everyone present basically showed such an expression.

Ukitake Jushiro's physical condition has never been very good, and even Captain Unohana's years of care have still not had any effect.

Considering the teacher-student relationship between Ukitake Jushiro and the old man, everyone present could not help but sigh in their hearts.

What an overworked old man.

"Then, the other captains are in place. Today's meeting will be held soon..."

"Hey? Please wait a moment."

Hoqiao Rojuro put down the hand curling his hair and said with some confusion.

"The guy from the 11th Division hasn't arrived yet, has he? Does he have any problems?"

Aikawa Luowu, who was nearby, pushed up his sunglasses and said in a low tone.

"This is the purpose of convening an emergency meeting today... Fengqiao, let the old man finish his words first."

Without pursuing the interrupted trip, Yamamoto's eyes narrowed slightly, as if all the joys and sorrows were gone from him, and there were no rules to follow.

"This urgent meeting was called because the captain of the 11th Division, Kiiganjo, ignored the team's ban and used the swastika in the Seireitei without authorization."

"Causing the streets to transform into spirits, the area of ​​influence spreads to the surrounding three miles..."

"Loss, thirty-six people were killed, including six soldiers of the 11th Division and two chief officers..."

"Its nature is so bad that it can no longer be ignored."

bump!

The cane hit the ground hard, and a wave of sound visible to the naked eye swept in all directions, making everyone present feel slightly chilled.

It's just because the spiritual pressure on Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's body is turning.

The accumulation is like an abyss, like an endless sea... It was calm when it was still, but now it has changed. The sense of crisis is enough to make everyone nervous.

There is no doubt.

The old man is really angry.

However, the other captains present looked at each other and saw some doubts in each other's eyes.

"Um... excuse me."

It was Urahara Kisuke who spoke.

His expression was as cautious as ever, and at this moment he felt an indescribable sense of humility.

"Logically speaking, the spiritual pressure generated by Bankai should be very loud. But why didn't we feel any specific changes?"

This is indeed the case.

The essence of the god of death is the soul, and the spiritual pressure is the proof of its existence. And Bankai is the ultimate means among the gods of death...

The reason why it is not allowed to be released in the Soul Society is that it cannot cause too much disturbance.

But Kiyomasa seems to have perfectly avoided this point and achieved a very concealed Bankai?

This seems really strange and unreasonable.

After all, this rough man is the most despised by everyone, he shouldn't learn such incredible spiritual pressure control skills.

Aikawa Luowu groaned and spoke at this moment.

"I don't know the specific situation, I just know that I was on patrol. During the period, I suddenly felt a large-scale outbreak of spiritual pressure... When I arrived at the scene, there was only a mess on the ground."

Urahara Kisuke showed a thoughtful expression and retreated to the queue.

There are very few clues.

There is no way to investigate.