"Senior, are you saying you intend to rebel against the Seireitei?"
Kenma looked at Kuchiki Kōga, who seemed to have found his purpose in life, and couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle.
Although the previous Kuchiki Kōga had the somewhat chuuni-like idea that he was "born with a mission to maintain peace," he had never been as resolute as he was now, nor had he ever expressed it so bluntly.
It was as if he had become one of those hot-blooded protagonists, able to state such thoughts so openly and righteously.
No, given Kuchiki Kōga's current experience and his appearance at this moment, he seemed more like some kind of mastermind villain who had been blackened by hardship.
Weren't all the big bosses from Shisui's old home just like that?
"Senior Kōga, compared to before, you've really changed a lot."
"I haven't changed. I've just seen through some things."
Kuchiki Kōga flicked the sharp blade in his hand, shaking off the bloodstains from the edge, and held it level before his eyes.
His emerald-green eyes reflected on the silver blade, revealing a complex emotion that soon turned into an iron-like resolve.
"My actions are not rebellion, but setting things right!"
"It is to return the world to its original state."
Perhaps it was because he was seeing a junior he hadn't seen in a long time, or perhaps it was to persuade this junior and find himself an ally, Kuchiki Kōga explained the entire transformation of his mentality.
"When I first went to find the Central 46, it was purely to vent my anger. I swung my sword without hesitation, wanting to make those sages who envied and feared my power feel my wrath."
"But those sages, who managed all the affairs of the Seireitei and Soul Society, were easily killed by me, one by one, as simple as crushing ants."
"At that moment, I suddenly wasn't so angry anymore. Instead, I understood many things."
'You've already killed them all to vent your anger, how could you still be angry?'
Kenma mocked inwardly, his eyes fixed on Kuchiki Kōga.
"Senior, what did you understand?"
"Ha, the so-called order of Soul Society is nothing but a tool for this group of corrupt and degenerate trash to govern."
As Kuchiki Kōga spoke, he forcefully swung his Zanpakutō, his voice dripping with derision.
This derision wasn't aimed at anything else, but at his former self, who was so timid, ignorant, and naive!
Those high-and-mighty authorities were nothing special; in the end, they couldn't withstand the blade in his hand.
And he... had actually cared about this group of filthy, useless trash?
He even felt angry because of their slander and injustice?
'Kuchiki Kōga, when did you become so base?'
"The glory of the Shinigami, the bloodlines of the nobles... they are all just an outer garment adorning the Seireitei's rotten core."
"Lift that bright and beautiful garment, and the so-called Soul Society, the so-called Seireitei, is in essence just a law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak and power reigns supreme!"
Kuchiki Kōga's voice became sonorous and forceful.
"Since that's the case, then it's better to let me, the most outstanding one, become the person who sets the order."
"I will establish a new world that is fair and just for all. In the new world, there will be absolutely none of the current filth, only peace and happiness!"
Kenma looked at Kuchiki Kōga, his eyes shining, his expression seeming to stir.
He had to admit, there was some truth to Kuchiki Kōga's words.
But the grim reality of the situation still existed. Kenma's face turned solemn, suppressing the trace of disturbance on the surface.
"Senior, I admit that what you say is very tempting."
"But just as you said, the world operates on the rule of power."
"The order currently running the Seireitei, isn't it maintained by those with the strongest power?"
"Senior, how much confidence do you have in defeating all the strong individuals within the Seireitei?"
Hearing this, Kuchiki Kōga's face took on an expression of confidence so great it bordered on arrogance.
"In the face of my talent and power, neither Captain-Commander Yamamoto nor my father-in-law is my opponent."
"Kenma, you should also understand my ability."
As he spoke, Kuchiki Kōga raised his Zanpakutō.
"Before Muramasa's power, all Shinigami are vulnerable."
"Senior, you are too arrogant."
Kenma's expression sank completely.
The current Kuchiki Kōga was clearly immersed in his own fantasy, having lost his judgment of reality.
To dare underestimate Yamamoto Shigokuni!
The strongest Shinigami in a thousand years didn't earn that title for nothing.
Even Aizen and Yhwach, those two big mastermind bosses, tried every means to restrain Yamamoto Shigokuni before they dared to make a move.
Kenma hadn't lost his mind. He was clearly aware of the massive obstacles that lay ahead.
Besides the Captain-Commander, there were the Four Great Noble Families, Unohana Retsu, Ukitake, Kyōraku, the Kidō Corps, and even the Royal Special Task Forces, who leaned toward the Gotei 13...
The powerhouses in the Seireitei were innumerable. It was definitely not something the current Kuchiki Kōga, with his meager level of power, could stand against.
Hearing Kenma's reply, Kuchiki Kōga's eyelids drooped.
"It seems you have, after all, chosen to stand against me."
"How regrettable. To think that within a single day, I would personally kill two of my juniors."
A cold light glinted in Kuchiki Kōga's eyes.
"Two?" Kenma frowned.
"Just a moment ago, I ran into Aizen Sousuke."
"Unfortunately, that guy's answer was the same as yours."
Seeing Kenma's confused look, the corner of Kuchiki's mouth curled up, revealing a cruel smile.
"Aizen Sousuke... has already been killed by me."
'Aizen?'
Hearing this name from Kuchiki Kōga's lips, Kenma's expression froze.
'Aizen is here too?'
He subconsciously looked around, sensing the nearby spiritual pressure, but in his perception, Aizen's spiritual pressure was not there.
As for Kuchiki Kōga's claim of killing Aizen, Kenma didn't believe it for a second.
Although Kuchiki Kōga was a genius, there were still gaps between geniuses.
Faced with Aizen's talent, even if he and Kuchiki Kōga teamed up, it was doubtful they would measure up.
This so-called "killing Aizen" was, he figured, the work of Kyōka Suigetsu, creating an illusion for Kuchiki Kōga.
'But...'
'Aizen appearing here at this time... what is his purpose?'
Kuchiki Kōga didn't wait for Kenma to react, erupting with killing intent.
"Whisper, Muramasa!"
He softly chanted the release word for his Zanpakutō. Just as Kuchiki Kōga was about to swing his blade, he felt an immense force on the sword, pulling at his movement.
He quickly turned his head, only to see that his Zanpakutō was wrapped in layers of white bandages.
Unable to sense Muramasa's response, Kuchiki Kōga immediately understood.
"A divine treasure from the Shihoin family!"
At the end of the bandages was a muscular man, his hands holding the straps, tightly binding Muramasa and preventing its release.
His gaze fell on this man who had suddenly drawn close, and Kuchiki Kōga's eyes instantly widened.
"When?"
He hadn't sensed any of this man's movements.
No!
It wasn't that simple.
Kuchiki Kōga instantly determined that he couldn't sense a trace of spiritual pressure from this man!
"Just when you were babbling on."
The man's magnetic voice sounded. The corner of his scarred mouth lifted, revealing a triumphant smile.
It was Fushiguro Toji, who had been lying in wait.
A Shinigami's primary method of perception in battle was spiritual sensing of spiritual pressure, augmented by sight and hearing.
Among them, spiritual sensing was the main part.
Toji had no spiritual pressure. In a Shinigami's spiritual sense, he was like an inanimate object, like a rock or a flower.
With Kuchiki Kōga's attention drawn by Kenma, he naturally couldn't detect his hidden movements.
Seeing Toji's move succeed, Kenma immediately shouted.
"Shisui, now!"
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