Bleach: Seireitei's self-disciplined captain

A tall baffle was erected in front of the conference table, blocking the faces and expressions of the members of Room 46.

But the atmosphere was still gloomy and cold. It was not difficult to judge from the silence that these high-ranking judges and sages were not in a good mood.

Especially when I heard the name Tsunayashiro Sufeng.

Since Sufeng became the captain, five lower-level nobles suffered disaster in just a few days.

There are even relatives who are members of the Forty-sixth Chamber.

But due to Sufeng's identity, they couldn't even use their own power to sanction the other party.

If it were just an ordinary captain.

If you act like this, you have been sternly warned by them.

But this person happened to be a member of the Tsunayashiro family, and even the heir of this family.

In terms of status alone, if you look at the entire forty-six rooms of the Central Committee, you won't find anyone more noble than him.

"Processing decisions?"

Another voice sounded, echoing in the meeting hall, "Are we ignoring his identity and forcibly trying him with our power?"

"Don't forget, Tsunayoshi Sufeng acts arrogantly without any scruples."

"Even the other members of the Tsunayashiro family..."

At this point, the voice stopped abruptly.

Just because he suddenly remembered that there seemed to be many members of the Tsunayashiro family in Room 46.

"Perhaps, we can reflect the seriousness of this matter to Tsunayashiro's family."

Someone came up with a slightly more reliable suggestion.

"No, this matter may be very important to us, but in Tsunayashiro's view, it is just a trivial matter and cannot be put on the table."

Just when everyone fell into a stalemate again, a voice came from behind the baffle with the number "one":

"Put pressure on Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni."

"It doesn't matter if you arrange other tasks or divert your attention."

"As long as Tsunayashiro Sufeng no longer targets us nobles."

After a brief silence, the sages tapped on the table one after another, seconding this.

The forty-six rooms seem to have supreme power, but in front of the five nobles, they are just loyal dogs carrying out orders.

"The next step is the trial of the tragedy of the Longtang Temple clan."

The first judge said solemnly, "The mastermind Ukitake Jusanro has been executed. The remaining people participated in the evil act of killing fellow nobles. According to the laws of Soul Society..."

"The execution should be carried out!"

…………

Division 9, third training ground.

In the open field, a bald head reflected dazzling light under the sunlight.

Big beads of sweat slid down the bald head, and the blue veins protruding from his forehead were as hideous as gnarled tree roots.

A corner of Madara's eyes stared at Sufeng in front of him, holding the spear tightly with both hands, and the sharp blade reached straight ahead.

The light red substantive spiritual pressure lingered around it like a mist, exuding a strong coercion.

From the beginning to the release, the spiritual pressure exploded.

Facing Sufeng who defeated him in an instant, Madaramu didn't dare to be careless.

Although he thought that his failure last time was due to insufficient preparation.

But in his opinion, defeat is defeat, and saying nothing will help.

Now that Sufeng brought up the matter of fighting again, after thinking about it in the corner of Madarame, he agreed on the condition of washing away the shame.

However, before the battle was about to begin, he still felt a terrifying sense of oppression.

Even if Sufeng promised to only use the free-for-all technique.

"Are you ready?"

Su Feng moved his wrist and asked with a smile, "There is no need to be so cautious. This time it is just a friendly exchange."

"Cough, wait a minute!"

Madarame Ikkaku stretched out his hand to stop him, "In order to show respect for this battle, please allow me to offer the highest courtesy."

I saw him standing on tiptoes and starting a dance in a rather funny posture.

Looking at the figures constantly moving around in the field, the air suddenly fell into silence.

The team members looked at Madarame dancing in silence in silence, and for a moment they couldn't help but begin to doubt their lives.

Is this the kind of guy who is giving himself special training in hell?

I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel hopeless in life!

"Hey!"

Madarame Ikkaku held both ends of the Kitomaru with both hands and finished with a horse stance.

In this scene, even Sufeng seemed a little silent: "Time is tight, let's start early!"

"Yo, then I'll go first!"

Madarame let out an unexplained strange scream, and the Oni Toumaru in his hand turned into a sharp light that instantly cut through the air and went straight to Sufeng.

From the very beginning, he attacked with all his strength, showing no intention of restraining at all.

At this moment, Sufeng was almost covered in light red spiritual pressure, and the strong pressure was enough to suffocate an ordinary Shinigami.

After his previous tips, Madarame began to consciously integrate the combat skills he had mastered before into his own attacks.

The seemingly disordered attack actually incorporates techniques from multiple schools.

The gun is like a dragon, grabbing the throat!

Sufeng dodged sideways, and his right hand was like a knife, hitting Kidenmaru's gun body hard.

Madarame felt a huge force coming from him, his hands were trembling, and a ferocious look flashed across his pupils in shock.

"Crack open, Ghost Lantern Ball!"

His keen combat intuition allowed him to immediately use the second stage of his attack to attack again in a form more suitable for the current moment.

Sufeng's hand was in the air, half of the gun body fell down, but the end of the gun head counterattacked at an angle that violated common sense of physics, and slashed towards the vital point again.

At the critical moment, he bent his back sideways and dodged the blow by a hair's breadth.

have to say.

Madarame's fighting talent is absolutely top-notch. Even with just a little hint, he can understand the fighting method that suits him best.

If it weren't for the limitations of spiritual pressure and Zanpakutō, his achievements would be limitless.

I can only say, unfortunately.

The upper limit is too low.

Sufeng stepped forward, bullied himself forward, Bai Daji and Shadow Dance staggered in front of Madarame's corner, and at the same time he hit his knees, he grabbed the tip of Oni Toumaru's spear with his backhand.

Seeing that the opponent did not fight with the advantage of spiritual pressure, the corner of Madarame's mouth raised crazily, and his smile gradually became crazy.

"Using me to hone your skills is definitely your worst decision!"

The gun body was pressed down to resist Sufeng's knee strike. Madarame Ikkaku held the end of the ghost pill with his left hand and hammered the chain with his right hand.

Immediately, the spear at the end thrust forward like an arrow from the string.

The battle between the two continued in the open field, with residual images left behind as they moved around, and then shattered in an instant.

The team members outside the field were stunned and even forgot to breathe.

Sufeng continued to master various white fighting skills in an attempt to master them and achieve his goals.

In order to develop the combat technique of instant coaxing, perfect white fighting skills are indispensable.

As time continued to pass, Madarame felt that the pressure doubled, and the sweat on his shiny forehead was oozing out, even wetting the collar of the Death Boss suit.

It was obvious that the spiritual pressure of both sides was at the same level, but the gap in fighting skills made him feel more and more strenuous.

Sufeng's feet, knees, shoulders, elbows, fists and fingers, almost every part of the body could become an offensive weapon, which also made Madarame Ikkaku extremely exhausted mentally as he continued to dodge.

"This guy……"

"Absolutely a monster!"