Chapter 196 Use All Your Strength on Yamamoto!

Hearing the voice, the purple-haired boy raised his head in confusion, and what came into view was a bright smile, just like the first ray of sunshine in spring.

But he didn't let down his guard because of this. Instead, he turned around and ran away without any hesitation.

Born as a Rukongai person, the first thing you have to do if you want to survive is to stay away from any strange people or things.

But before he could reach the door of the shrine, he heard a voice coming from behind:

"Young man, are you really willing to give up this sweet and delicious persimmon and become an ordinary person?"

For some reason, when he heard this sentence, the young man stopped unexpectedly, turned around warily, and looked at the smiling young man in front of the altar table:

"who are you?"

Ruyue Ming smiled: "I am the messenger of the gods. Well, you can think of me as the thugs of the gods, the kind who do all the dirty work."

The young man was silent.

Although he was born in Rukongai, he is quite precocious because he is used to seeing all kinds of things. He is also far smarter than those children from ordinary families and knows how to assess the situation.

But what the other party said made him not know how to answer it for a moment.

Do gods really exist in this world?

If I have to say it, the Shinigami living in Seireitei are indeed like high-ranking gods to the people of Rukongai.

The boy looked at the other person carefully. He wore a white feather fabric and black clothes inside. His attire did not look like that of a commoner from Rukongai...

"grim Reaper?"

Ruyue Ming nodded, shook his head, pointed to the empty shrine behind him, and gestured:

"Not just Death."

"Normally the god of death has no time to come to a place like this where birds don't poop. I came here under the guidance of the gods."

"He heard the prayer and asked me to save you."

"Tell me, your choice..."

With that said, Ru Yueming took out three pieces of persimmons and placed them in front of the young man.

"This piece is gold, this piece is silver, this piece is original."

Looking at the persimmon in front of him, the young man fell into silence again.

Are the messengers of gods so unreliable?

Is there any difference between these three persimmons? !

After thinking for a moment, the boy chose the original persimmon cake.

Seeing this, Ru Yueming looked regretful, put away the three pieces of persimmons, shook her head and came to the young man's side, and put her hand on his shoulder with a familiar look:

"Young man, I don't know what you think."

"But at this time of hunger, the right choice should be-"

"Want them all!"

The young man raised his head and looked at Ru Yueming with a confused look.

This bandit-like theory had a certain impact on his young mind.

Kisaragi Ming stuffed all three pieces of persimmon cakes into the opponent's hands and asked casually:

"Do you still remember what you prayed to the gods just now?"

The young man hesitated for a moment and said obediently:

"Plenty of food and water, and..."

"The meaning of life."

Due to the miraculous performance of the person in front of him, he did not choose to lie or deceive.

If the other party is really a messenger of God, wouldn't lying offend the other party?

Although this young man did not show too much oppression, standing with him always gave him the illusion that his life was about to end.

It's as if the other person can pinch him to death just by stretching out his hand.

Kisaragi Ming nodded: "It's a pretty simple wish."

"In that case, I will help you complete it reluctantly."

"The first two are easy to solve, but the key lies in the third..."

He frowned and thought for a while, then looked at the young man again and asked:

"What do you think the meaning of life is?"

The young man shook his head silently. If he had known, he would not have done such a childish thing as praying to the gods.

"It's very simple, life does not necessarily have meaning."

Ru Yueming frowned, trying hard to search for key words in his mind, and spliced ​​together a complete sentence:

"But if you stay alive, you will find interesting things."

"Just as you found this shrine, just as I found you..."

Hearing this, the young man also frowned, showing a thoughtful expression.

He had thought about the answer to this question more than once in his spare time, but in the end he found nothing.

Until I just heard Ru Yueming's answer.

Living may not be meaningful, but only by living can you encounter meaningful things.

Like now.

The young man nodded slightly and smiled:

"I see."

As he spoke, he took a bite of the persimmon in his hand. It tasted sweet, like the sunshine outside the shrine.

"By the way, boy, I don't know your name yet."

"Gin, Ichimaru Gin..."

…………

Although Aizen was not surprised by someone's kidnapping ability.

But he was still a little surprised when he saw Ruyue Ming holding a boy with short purple hair in the 11th Division.

Where did this guy find so many good seeds?

Because he often uses Shinigami as test materials, Aizen has already gained deep knowledge in the field of judging whether Shinigami have spiritual talents.

Just from the first meeting, he judged that this young man's talent was no less than that of other members of the 11th Squadron.

As time goes by, he will become a vice-captain level at least.

Just as he was thinking, other people in the team building saw Ru Yueming coming back, and they all came up to greet him and saluted respectfully.

Many people looked curiously at Gin Ichimaru, who was standing next to Akira Kisaragi.

At the age of eleven or twelve, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked calm, like a white snake waiting for an opportunity in the dark.

Among the crowd, Dongxian frowned.

Without vision, his perception is sharper than that of ordinary people.

He could sense that, unlike other members who joined Team 11 midway, this boy had a lot of hidden thoughts.

Could it be that my captain was deceived by this young man?

Thinking of Ruyue Ming's amazing wisdom, the more Dongxian thought about it, the more likely it was that he felt it was possible.

Just when he was about to say something, he saw the young man discovering him in the crowd. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his cold smile was like snowflakes falling on his skin in winter.

Dongxian's eyebrows were tightly knitted together.

"This is Ichimaru Gin, I brought it back from Rukongai."

Kisaragi Ming introduced to everyone, "He will be a member of the 11th Squadron from now on."

The crowd cheered, expressing its approval.

Ever since Kisaragi Ming became the captain of the 11th Squadron, he often brought back some companions from outside, ranging from deputy captain to chief officer.

Now even the young people are not being spared.

I can only say that he is worthy of being a great commander of the palace. With such a wide range of recipes, we have no choice but to be inferior to him!

Ichimaru Gin looked at the crowd gathered around him, and for the first time in a long time, he let down the vigilance he had been maintaining in his heart.

People’s unrestrained smiles are like medicine that can cure everything...

…………

For a long time, Soul Society maintained a peaceful and peaceful scene.

But only a few people know that this is just the calm before the storm.

Especially the first team.

After Yamamoto learned the information that Yhwach might still be alive from Akira Kisaragi, he put the practice that had been neglected for many years back on the agenda.

Although the possibility of continuing to become stronger is very low, Yamamoto is not willing to waste even a little time.

He knew very well that once Yhwach appeared again, he would be the only one who could fight against him.

However, when Chojiro knew about this, he contributed a new strategy to Yamamoto.

"Lord Captain."

"In my opinion, rather than you carrying all the burden alone, it would be better to share it with others."

Yamamoto frowned: "But..."

As if aware of Yamamoto's concerns, Takuchojiro simply let go and said:

"Looking at Soul Society, there may be no one who can stand up to Yhwach."

"But this does not mean that it will not exist decades or even hundreds of years later. With Captain Kisaragi's talent, I believe that as long as he strengthens his practice, he will definitely become a powerful member of Team Thirteen."

"Think about it, how long did it take for Captain Kisaragi to go from being a college student to where he is now?"

Yamamoto woke up suddenly.

He has always chosen to endure everything silently.

It wasn't until Quebu reminded him that he suddenly realized that the traitor seemed to have become the mainstay of the Soul Society.

"I understand, I'm sending the order to the 11th Squadron."

"Let that kid come to the back mountain."

After that, he picked up the Liubian Ruohuo in the fire and walked out.

Not long after, when someone's figure appeared on the mountain behind the first team, the rolling flames turned into clouds on the horizon, rendering the entire sky.

Without giving Ru Yueming a chance to react, the blade wrapped in flames had already fallen.

Ruyue Ming: "?"

Which song is this from?

He obviously hasn't caused any trouble these days, right? !

Could it be that Old Man Shan is already confused?

"Teacher, you can't do this!"

Ruyue Ming drew his sword with his backhand, blocked the falling Liubian Ruohuo, and tried to make a final struggle.

"I have been very honest during this time."

Although he was very confident in his defense, the last experience had made him understand that this strength alone was not enough to face Liu Ren Ruo Huo.

He has no interest in resisting Liu Ren Ruo Huo.

"I know." Yamamoto replied without changing his expression, "This is the only way to practice, if you want to become stronger."

"Time waits for me, I want you to become stronger in the shortest possible time."

After the words fell, the flowing blade was raised like fire, and then it suddenly fell down with blazing heat.

Immediately, the ground collapsed, and violent spiritual pressure swept through most of the Seireitei like the sky was pouring down.

"Damn old man Shan, bullying me when I'm young and weak!"

Seeing that Kisaragi Akira couldn't dodge, he immediately became furious and unleashed all his spiritual pressure, unleashing his strongest state and confronting him head-on.

"Today I will raise the banner to overthrow Yamamoto's tyranny, kill the traitors, and restore a peaceful world to Soul Society!"

Seeing that Akira Kisaragi still had the strength to speak under his pressure, Yamamoto immediately increased his spiritual pressure output, and the cloud of fire instantly covered the sky above the first team.

Soon, someone's arrogance was suppressed.

"Teacher, you can't do this."

"Cultivation also pays attention to step by step!"

"Wait a minute, I have shed blood for the Seireitei, and I have made contributions to Soul Society!"

As a pillar of fire that penetrated the sky and earth lit up in the back mountain, Tom Cat-like screams also shot straight into the sky.

Under the illumination of Ryuken Ruohuo, Akira Kisaragi once again recalled the fear of being dominated by Yamamoto.

Yamamoto with a sword and Yamamoto with an empty hand are not in the same dimension at all.

The moment he drew his sword, he was undoubtedly the strongest Shinigami in Soul Society.

Life is so painful and joyful.

Akira Kisaragi beat the other members of the 11th Division, and Yamamoto beat him. Occasionally, they would meet Unohana to enjoy flowers under the bright moon and learn the supreme swordsmanship together.

Until Aizen brought first-hand information about Hueco Mundo.

"Grimmjow is missing?"

Kisaragi Akira stood up and looked at Aizen in surprise:

"What's going on?"

Aizen shook his head and explained: "To be precise, Sal Apollo was unable to capture the fluctuations in his spiritual pressure."

"My experiment here is at a critical moment. I can't leave for the time being, so you can only take a trip."

Ruyue Ming frowned.

…………

Under the quarter moon, above the silver sea.

The ferocious white cheetah stared closely at the two figures in front of him, violent spiritual pressure lingering around him, and its streamlined body was slightly arched.

Already ready for battle.

Both of them were wearing gray shabby cloaks. One of them had dark brown short curly hair and a slight beard on his chin. He looked like a decadent uncle.

Next to him, there was another cute girl with short light green hair and a mask that covered half of her face.

"Where's the rare Achucas?"

The girl crossed her arms on her flat chest and looked at the wary Grimmjow with interest:

"You can actually withstand the spiritual pressure this guy puts out."

"And he's very energetic."

The middle-aged uncle nodded imperceptibly and did not speak.

"Hey, who are you?"

Grimmjow roared, a hint of fighting spirit rising in his eyes, "This is the territory of Xuye Palace!"

"Ask me?"

The middle-aged uncle pointed at himself and smiled, "Nice to meet you. My name is Keyatei Stark."

"Sorry for intruding on your territory, we are leaving now."

Unlike Grimmjow, who is full of fighting spirit, Stark has no fighting spirit at all, like a dried salted fish.

"etc!"

Grimmjow roared: "Before you leave, come and fight with me!"

He can sense the strength of the other party.

Even though the man named Stark in front of him didn't have any fighting intention, Grimmjow could still sense the vague sense of danger.

He had only felt this feeling among a few people in Xuye Palace.

This guy must be a strong man!

Grimmjow, who is obsessed with becoming stronger, will naturally not let go of an opportunity to fight a strong person.

"Fight? It's so troublesome..."

Stark scratched his head, full of embarrassment.

But just as he was struggling, Grimmjow launched an attack without any martial ethics.

The limbs were slightly bent, and the explosive force broke away from the ground. The white figure turned into a stream of light and headed straight for Stark.

The battle broke out instantly.

Two powerful spiritual pressures lifted the clouds in the night sky, revealing the flawless moonlight.

…………

"so……"

Ruyue Ming looked at the unharmed man in front of him with a strange expression and asked:

"Is this why you beat my kitten until it can't take care of itself?"