"I will immediately send people to the Kasumioji Family to investigate."
Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto said with a solemn expression:
"Once the truth is uncovered, I will request instructions from the Central Central 46 to subjugate the rebels."
Hearing Yamamoto's words, Aozaki Reiji frowned and said with some dissatisfaction:
"Old Man, is it really that troublesome? Can't you just go and cut that guy down?"
"Presumptuous!"
Yamamoto's face sank, and he reprimanded sharply:
"When it comes to high-ranking nobles, you can never be too cautious!"
Aozaki Reiji shrugged helplessly.
This Old Man just valued nobles too much.
However, Yamamoto was, after all, an Old Man who had lived for nearly three thousand years.
His ideology was deeply ingrained, and it was impossible to change it in a short time.
Moreover, the modern social changes in the Human World had only occurred in the last few hundred years.
It was indeed a bit difficult to make a stubborn Old Man like Yamamoto accept those new ideas.
Next, it was the Old Man's business.
By the time they returned to Soul Society, everything should have settled down.
Thinking of this, Aozaki Reiji decided not to dwell on these matters anymore.
Fighting?
Slaughter?
The Kasumioji Family at most had Captain-class Reiatsu combat power, but this could no longer arouse his interest.
He found it very difficult to experience the thrill of intense combat from the past.
Aozaki Reiji suddenly slapped his head, as if he had thought of something, and said into the communicator:
"Oh, by the way, Old Man, you should pay more attention to those two newcomers you assigned to my Squad."
Hearing this, Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto couldn't help but frown and asked in confusion:
"Is there something wrong with them?"
He had personally arranged for those two to join the Eleventh Division.
Could it be that his old eyes had deceived him, and there was a problem?
Aozaki Reiji explained:
"Just these past two days, Vice-Captain Ichimaru sent me a message."
"Those two guys are not only causing trouble in the Squad, but they also have dealings with the Kasumioji Family."
Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto's narrowed eyes opened slightly, and his tone carried a hint of solemnity:
"Is what you said true?"
Aozaki Reiji replied with a smile:
"If you don't believe me, you can ask Gin."
"He has no shortage of evidence, such as photos, videos, and so on."
"Whatever you want, he should have it."
"I understand, Reiji, I'll leave the Kasumioji Family Head to you."
A hint of anger could be heard in Yamamoto's voice, and the communicator screen immediately went black.
The Old Man was clearly angry.
Aozaki Reiji smiled slightly, then handed the communicator to Kurotsuchi Nemu.
"Aozaki-sama, do we really have to stay in the Human World for a few more days?"
Kenryu waited until Aozaki Reiji and Yamamoto finished their communication, then asked with some concern.
"What is Kenryu worried about? Reiji is the most amazing, the strongest Shinigami, he's not afraid of Kumoi's bad guys!"
Kasumioji Rurichiyo jumped up and hugged Aozaki Reiji's neck, swaying excitedly as she spoke.
Kenryu was speechless.
He wasn't questioning Aozaki Reiji's strength.
After all, he had the title of Zaraki, which was awarded to the strongest Shinigami.
Perhaps not as good as the Captain-Commander, but certainly not weak.
It was just that Rurichiyo was too important to them.
Even knowing that Aozaki Reiji was strong, he couldn't help but feel worried.
After a moment of silence, Kenryu sighed:
"Then Aozaki-sama will be responsible for protecting the Family Head. What do we need to do?"
Aozaki Reiji glanced out the window; the sky had completely darkened, and night enveloped the entire city.
He took Nemuri's hand and said with a serious expression:
"It's getting late, let's go to bed quickly!"
"This…"
Kenryu was momentarily speechless. Facing Aozaki Reiji's serious gaze, he didn't know what to say.
After a moment of thought, he spoke:
"Then Aozaki-sama, Vice-Captain Nemu, and the Family Head go to rest first. Enryu and I will set up the barrier."
Kasumioji Rurichiyo's eyes lit up:
"This young lady wants to sleep with Reiji!"
Shouting, she quickly scurried towards Aozaki Reiji on her short legs.
"Not tonight. I have something important to do, so I don't have time to play with you."
Aozaki Reiji placed his hand on her head and ruffled her hair.
"How can you be like this? You promised to play with this young lady, Reiji, you big liar."
Kasumioji Rurichiyo let out a disgruntled sound.
Something important?
Kenryu and Enryu's faces lit up with joy.
It seemed Aozaki-sama had already thought of how to protect the Young Lady.
They had just thought he was trying to be lazy; they had truly misunderstood Aozaki-sama!
......
Five days passed in a flash.
Soul Society, Seireitei, Kasumioji Family.
Shūsuke Amagai stood quietly before Gyōkaku Kumoi's cold corpse, his face terribly grim.
His gaze swept over the Shinigami in front of him, all holding gleaming long swords, and an indescribable anger surged within him.
These Shinigami surrounded Shūsuke Amagai.
Not far away, Kifune's corpse could be seen lying in a pool of blood.
The blades in their hands glinted coldly, as if ready to strike at any moment.
This was clearly not a friendly gathering among teammates, but a siege targeting him.
"Vice-Captain Amagai, you should surrender."
"That's right, we've known each other for a while, so let's avoid blood spilling on the streets."
"We're in a house, so it should be blood spilling on the roof, right?"
"How would I know? You know I'm uneducated!"
Listening to the Shinigami's chatter, Shūsuke Amagai found it incredibly grating.
These voices were like sharp blades, mercilessly piercing his heart.
He had thought that the image he had meticulously crafted would earn these people's trust.
But now, it seemed all his efforts were in vain.
"Why are you willing to follow that guy?"
Shūsuke Amagai glared at the crowd and shouted loudly, "That irresponsible, selfish guy, how is he qualified to be a Captain?"
His voice was filled with anger and resentment, as if he wanted to vent all the hatred in his heart.
The Shinigami of the Eleventh Division stared at him expressionlessly.
"What are you talking about, Vice-Captain Amagai?"
"Strength is the reason for kingship!"
"Isn't that a line from a game?!"
"Damn it, I wanted to say such a cool line too, but someone beat me to it!"
The Squad members all gave their replies.
"Strength is the reason for kingship? What foolishness is that."
Shūsuke Amagai was enraged and roared through gritted teeth.
"You should give up, Shūsuke Amagai."
Hitsugaya Tōshirō, with a long sword on his back, looked at the man who was his colleague just a few days ago, and said with a sneer.
"You don't think you still have a chance of winning in this situation, do you?"
"If you abandon resistance now, you can still avoid death, and merely be confined to Hell."
Shūsuke Amagai's face was grim.
He gripped the weapon in his hand tightly, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes:
"Stop boasting, I haven't lost yet."
"You Shinigami, you don't understand what true power is."
Saying that, he drew a tuning fork-shaped short knife from his waist, and at the same time, took out a yellow spherical object that looked like an eyeball.
That sphere was the core of the Bakkōtō.
The Bakkōtō relied on its core to absorb the user's Reiatsu and enhance its power.
The hilt of the tuning fork short knife opened, and a fleshy maw, like a living creature, emerged from the end of the hilt, swallowing the core in one gulp.
This was the purpose of his cooperation with Gyōkaku Kumoi; he needed these cores to enhance his power.
This blade, having devoured several cores, would surely defeat the legendary strongest Shinigami of a thousand years!
He was full of confidence in this.
"As long as I have this blade, as long as I have this Bakkōtō, the power of mere Shinigami is nothing to fear!"
"Just let me show you how ridiculous your proud power is."
"The one who will win is me!"
Shūsuke Amagai confidently raised the Bakkōtō.
As long as he had this blade, he would never lose against Shinigami!