Bleach: Seireitei's self-disciplined captain

"A fan team without a captain is really unpopular."

Su Feng looked at the Lingya trestle under his feet, with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

On the trestle bridge that was supposed to be smooth and flat, there were large and small potholes due to the lack of spiritual pressure.

Although it has little effect on walking, it is also too unsightly.

It's only been three years since Liuchequan ran westward, and the barrier of the ghost path has already been broken into this state.

If the position of the captain of the Ninth Division is a few years later, I am afraid that even the basic benefits will be withheld.

Su Feng has always been unafraid to speculate on Seiling Ting with the worst malice.

As a member of the nobility, he knows the darkness and corruption in it.

When I stepped onto the Reiatsu trestle, the ghost barrier closed in at an unhurried pace until it returned to its original appearance.

And Sufeng also officially entered this island.

Upon entering, there is only a huge portal standing at the foot of the mountain.

On the portal, four white stripes criss-crossed, forming a sealed ghost path covering the entire mountain.

The overall structure of the prison is very different from that of the maggot nest in the second division team building. In essence, the latter imitates the former.

To a certain extent, the existence imprisoned in the Maggot Nest is even more dangerous than the criminals in the prison.

Just one nirvana power alone said a lot.

"Captain Sufeng!"

The Shinigami soldiers guarding the entrance were fully armed and saluted respectfully.

They are wrapped with defensive spiritual equipment developed by the Technology Development Bureau. They are light gray in color, like armor, and have a faint surge of spiritual pressure.

"Thank you for your hard work, please open the sealed door." Sufeng smiled gently, as usual.

The guarding Shinigami didn't even ask why. He skillfully took out the team insignia of Division 9 and poured his spiritual pressure into it.

"The strong wind in the south, the clouds in the north, the thunder in the west, and the scorching sun in the east."

With a slightly hoarse voice, he began to chant the ghost spell:

"Pour it all down, shatter the blockade..."

A strong white light bloomed on the team badge, all pouring into the huge portal in front.

In an instant.

The white stripes seemed to come alive, twisting crazily on them until they completely disappeared.

As the stripes disappeared, the sealed door also made a dull opening sound.

The gears creaked and twisted, pulling the portal open to both sides.

What comes into view is an endless staircase going down, like an abyss.

The design of the prison is much stricter than that of a maggot nest.

after all.

The people imprisoned here are the criminals who have violated the Seireitei in a real sense.

Sufeng didn't hesitate and stepped onto the stairs, heading deeper into the ground.

Deep inside the prison.

It looks like a standard prison, with an endless corridor leading into the depths of darkness, with cages made of special materials on both sides.

There are many unkempt and disheveled sinners among them.

But the more important ones are the members of Squad 11 who were just imprisoned not long ago.

as well as.

The third seat, Madarame Ikkaku.

This guy has woken up and is sitting cross-legged alone in the prison cell. He is stroking his chin with his right hand and brushing his left hand over his shiny head from time to time.

He looked suspicious of life.

Even after several days of thinking, Madarame Ikkaku still couldn't understand where he lost at that time.

In terms of momentum, he can be called an unparalleled god of war after winning hundreds of battles.

In terms of spiritual pressure, he believed that there was almost no difference between the two.

In Shunpo, both sides always maintained a synchronized posture.

Could it be, in terms of combat skills?

Madarame frowned, shook his head subconsciously, and said to himself: "How is this possible? My fighting skills are recognized by the captain!"

"So, where did you lose?"

At this moment, a calm and gentle voice came from outside the prison:

"Mindset, skills and..."

"Unreserved trust in beasts like Kenpachi Zaraki."

boom!

Madarame suddenly jumped up from the ground, grabbing the cage railing with both hands, veins popped out on the back of his hands, and his expression became more and more ferocious.

"You are not allowed to be rude to the captain!"

As a fanboy who was defeated by Zaraki Kenpachi and chose to follow him all his life, Madarame still admired the captain in his heart.

"He calls himself a beast, so please stop acting like this."

Sufeng said nonchalantly, "Relying entirely on instinct and relying on your own special fighting skills. If you are not a beast, can you still be a serious god of death?"

"and……"

"Under the leadership of Kenpachi Zaraki, the 11th Division has become more courageous and has an outstanding record."

"But as the third seat, have you counted the number of casualties of the 11th Division in recent years?"

There were faint beads of sweat on Madarame's forehead.

Like the previous Sufeng, he basically does not manage the affairs of the division, and usually leaves it to his friend Yumichika Ayasekawa to handle and resolve matters.

"Compared to when Gosuke and his predecessor Kenpachi were captains, the number of casualties has more than tripled."

"If it weren't for the madmen from Rukongai, the Eleventh Division would have become the smallest division among the Gotei Thirteenth Division."

"Of course, Kiyanjo is an undoubted idiot."

When it comes to the history of the 11th Squadron, Sufeng talks about it as if he himself is one of them.

"Triple casualties..."

Cold sweat slid down his egg-like head, and Madarame looked a little more nervous.

He attaches great importance to friendship and cares about every team member equally.

This number undoubtedly stung his soul.

"But..." Madarame raised his head and looked directly at Sufeng reluctantly, "As the 11th Squadron fighting on the front line, casualties are inevitable."

"Captain Zaraki, he is always on the front line every time he fights."

Hearing this, Sufeng nodded and said seriously: "So, did you notice what I just said?"

"Zaraki is a beast in his own right, don't look at this guy like a normal person."

"The way he fights is not suitable for anyone but him."

"You are deliberately imitating Zaraki Kenpachi, and this is the main reason why you lost the battle."

Cold sweat soaked a corner of Madarame's Death Domination uniform. His eyes widened and were filled with bloodshot eyes, and his mind kept flashing back to the battles over the years.

As Sufeng said, ever since he lost to Zaraki Kenpachi in Rukongai, he has been deliberately imitating his fighting style.

The already crazy fighting posture turned into a madman, trying his best to defeat the enemy.

After every battle, there must be scars.

Seeing this, Sufeng shook his head, and looked at Madarame's eyes with a hint of pity:

"If you rely solely on instinct, you can win the battle..."

"Didn't the countless schools in Soul Society become a huge joke?"