Chapter 184 The Tangle of Girls

In the dojo, the walls collapsed and the ground cracked, showing a large area of ​​ruins.

The iron-colored tracks on Quanxi's arms were intact, but the explosive force erupted from his back, directly smashing the Death Tyrant suit to pieces.

The muscular body was covered in bruises and blood stains.

He pressed his fists against the ground and tried to stand up.

Kensai knew very well that Ukitake had tried his best to hold back. If the attack just now had been stronger, he wouldn't be like this.

The left knife of Pisces and Carp absorbs, and the right knife releases. The wooden sign on the rope can control the speed, power and direction of the released energy.

In the counterattack just now, Ukitake had already reduced the attack power as much as possible.

On the viewing platform, everyone looked at the mess in the dojo in shock.

Ukitake Jūshirō punched Rokusha Fist until he knelt on the ground, and said something about passing the captain's test. He was completely modeled after Kisaragi Akira.

All I can say is that he was taught by the same teacher.

When they heard Ukitake's gentle voice, the onlookers all had the same thought in their minds.

Captain Ukitake is obviously kind, honest, and peace-loving, and he treats the other squad members with the same gentleness. Why did he become like this?

Everyone's mood was a bit complicated, and they all looked at the boy who was arguing with Kyōraku Shunsui.

"What? Did I guess it?"

Kisaragi Ming looked proud, "As long as Rukuchukenxi releases the swastika, it means that the battle is almost over."

"Look, this guy fell down before Brother Ukitake even exerted his strength."

Kyoraku sighed helplessly, looking like he was unwilling to accept the facts.

It is clear that Rokusha Kensai is so powerful when he unleashes his swastika, and he is a perfect template for the protagonist in other novels or hot-blooded comics.

But the performance of stretching the crotch really makes people unable to lift their spirits at all.

As for the unit of measurement, Kisaragi Ming really got it right.

If Kyōraku was asked to pick the weakest among the many captains, it would definitely be Kensai now.

With the announcement of Takuchojiro, the captain assessment has officially ended.

Because Zhenyang Room 46 was still in Schrödinger's state, the letter of appointment regarding Liuche Quanxi was quickly approved by the First Team.

However, Senjumaru has been promoted, and captain Haori's sewing work has fallen to a department called "Mao Seidonryo".

It can be understood as a tailoring department dedicated to serving the five nobles, somewhat similar to Zhenyang Shiyangyuan.

Captain Haori's clothing is quite expensive compared to the ordinary death tyrant clothing.

According to members of the Zheno Sewing Hall, the cost of a captain's haori is much more precious than the star pliers, and it is quite cumbersome to sew, requiring a lot of time and energy.

In terms of value alone, it is only slightly inferior to the Kuchiki family's exclusive silver-white wind flower yarn.

The captain's assessment was successfully completed without any danger, and everything in the Soul Society seemed to be calm again.

The only thing that surprised the Soul Society Shinigami came from several text messages published in the "Seireitei Newsletter".

"Shock! The standard of captain's combat power is so exaggerated! 》

"What Captain Ukitake and Captain Six Cars Have to Tell!" 》

"terrible! The gossip provided by Captain Kisaragi is related to the future of Soul Society! 》

…

Originally, the ninth division was responsible for the work of each issue of "Seireitei News", but because the captain of the sixth car was recuperating in the fourth division.

The relevant content was handed over to the Eighth Division.

Because the headline content was too exciting, several consecutive issues of the newspaper were sold out, and the newspaper had to work overtime to reprint them.

It is worth mentioning that Yamamoto saw that "Seireitei News", which was taken over by Kyōraku Shunsui, was so popular that he directly classified it into the mission scope of the Eighth Division.

From then on, the publication of "Seireitei News" had nothing to do with the Ninth Division.

After hearing the news, Kyoryaku Shunsui's eyes darkened, he shouted "The moon is shining brightly on me", and then he fell straight down.

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Dark alley, silent.

An orange head quietly poked out, carefully observing the Grim Reaper walking back and forth on the street. After confirming that no one recognized her, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"As expected of me, I deceived that little girl from Yaqianliu with just a little trick."

"As long as you leave this place, from now on, the sky is high and birds can fly, and the sea is broad and fish can leap."

Looking at the freedom so close at hand, a trace of confusion suddenly flashed in Rangiku's cunning eyes.

Compared with life in the 11th Squadron, is freedom really that good?

She couldn't help but think of her life experiences during this period. Although the Eleventh Division was filled with shouts of fighting and killing most of the time, they trusted each other and directly gave their backs to their teammates.

This is something that is very difficult to understand for Rangiku, who grew up in Rukongai.

Due to the lack of food in Rukongai, she developed a character that was wary of the outside world at a very young age.

Anyone who touches him without any reason must have a malicious intention.

But I have been here for so long.

The god of death who brought him back, Ru Yueming, never showed his face once.

After handing himself over to Kusuka Yachiru, he immediately became the hands-off shopkeeper. He seemed to have forgotten that there was another person named Matsumoto Rangiku.

This can't help but make the girl wonder what the guy named Ruyue Ming has in his head.

"or……"

Rangiku hesitated and asked, "Try to stay in Team 11 for a while?"

As soon as she whispered to herself, she was immediately startled by her own thoughts.

When she first came to the 11th Division, she was so eager to be free that she escaped many times while the eight thousand soldiers were stealing Jinping candy.

But he was ruthlessly arrested every time.

The eight thousand streamers are small and smart, and can always catch the target at a glance in the crowd.

Now that he had finally escaped from the 11th Squadron, his heart began to waver in the face of freedom.

"It's better to leave it to fate!"

Rangju gritted her teeth, looked around, and then picked a small flower from the weeds on the roadside.

If it's an odd number, go back, if it's an even number, go pursue freedom.

"Go back, be free, go back..."

The girl squatted in an inconspicuous corner, counting the petals seriously.

In the blink of an eye, a small flower was bald.

"free……"

A flash of panic flashed in Rangiku's eyes, and she said to herself, "This doesn't count. It's just a try, and the next flower will start."

Then without hesitation, she picked flowers from the weeds.

Soon, a layer of petals appeared on the ground, as if autumn had arrived early.

Looking at the only two petals left in front of her, a trace of despair appeared on the girl's face, and she didn't understand why she always ended up with freedom.

Just when he was struggling, a big hand suddenly appeared in front of him and plucked off all the two remaining petals on the flower stem.

Rangiku looked up in shock, and what she saw was a familiar face with a sunny smile.

She remembered clearly that when she woke up from the coma, the first thing she saw was this face.

"You and I……"

"Jie Jie Jie, girl, you don't think you can escape from my grasp, do you?"

Ru Yueming grinned, "Eat me, wear me, sleep with me. The money you spent during this period is not a small amount."

"Now you want to run away before the debt is paid off?!"

The girl clung to the cold wall, looking at the devil-like young man in front of her with a fearful expression, but hesitated to speak.

She tried hard to recall the various expenses she incurred during this period in the 11th Division.

She suddenly discovered that Yaqianliu often took her to various canteens to eat and drink, and to spend and enjoy herself in the shops opened by nobles.

At the end of the day, when the accounts are usually settled, there is only one sentence left:

"Remember it on A Ming's head."

The cost of the first day alone was an astronomical figure that she could not afford.

Rangiku felt her little heart feel cold.

She prided herself on being so smart that she counted all the reckless men in Division 11, but she didn't expect to be tricked by a little girl.

"Also, I am your master now!"

Ru Yueming crossed her arms and said righteously, "A slave cannot leave the master's house without permission, otherwise, he will go to the bipolar state."

“What is bipolar?”

"It does not matter."

Staring at the approaching boy, Rangiku quickly pointed towards Kisaragi Akira's back:

"Look, what is that?"

Ruyue Ming subconsciously turned around, but the moment he turned around, the girl turned around and ran away. But before she took two steps, she felt a tightening on the back of her neck, and a big hand grabbed her.

"Hehe, even Old Man Shan can't be fooled by this low-grade trick, how can he fool me, the captain!"

Kisaragi Ming picked up Rangiku like a kitten and lifted it up.

The two looked at each other, and the girl felt a little panicked.

"Hey, I didn't notice it before, but now that I've washed it and looked at it, it looks quite pretty."

Ruyue Ming commented, "Since I am already your master, then perform your due responsibilities."

"From today on, no one of my orders will be disobeyed."

With that said, he put the girl under his arms and walked out of the alley.

Just back from Rukongai, I happened to catch a glimpse of orange on the street. Ruyue Ming thought it looked familiar, so she walked towards it silently.

Then he found the girl Rangiku with her butt sticking out and plucking flowers.

A nice bunch of wild flowers were pruned out by her without mercy at all.

To be so vicious at such a young age, Ruyue Ming believes that it is necessary for the girl to establish a correct value system.

Otherwise, you may not know what kind of devil he will be in the future.

One Kisaragi Akira in the Soul Society is enough. If there are more, not only will he have a headache, but Old Man Shan will be so angry that he will shorten his life.

With the girl between his arms, Ruyue Ming walked on the street with steps that he didn't recognize his relatives.

Rangiku's limbs fluttered, struggling hard, and asked others for help:

"Are there any royal laws or regulations?"

"The captain of the 11th Division robbed an innocent girl on the street. Is anyone in charge?"

In the past, when the God of Death saw someone abusing a young girl like this, he was ready to go and fight against the injustice, but only when he saw the perpetrator clearly.

It turns out to be Captain Kisaragi, so that’s okay.

Any outrageous thing that happens to Ru Yueming will seem ordinary.

Because in the minds of the Thirteen Death Gods, he is the most outrageous existence.

After all, the news that the captain of the 11th Division had a treason behind his back has been spread in the Soul Society.

But he still lives so well, which is enough to explain the problem.

Seeing the indifferent expressions of Shinigami in the past, Rangiku couldn't help but feel a little discouraged, but she had no choice but to let Kisaragi Akira take her away.

But where no one noticed, there was a hint of happiness and imperceptible peace of mind in the girl's light eyes.

Like all children struggling to survive in Rukongai, Rangiku has an extremely keen perception. At the first glance of contact with another person, he can judge whether the other person is malicious or kind.

Even though Ru Yueming's behavior was very exaggerated and outrageous, she never noticed the slightest bit of malice in him.

On the contrary, being by Ru Yueming's side gave me an unprecedented sense of security.

This is very similar to life in the 11th Squadron.

Subconsciously, she didn't want to leave the place where she felt comfortable and relaxed, but due to her tough words and face, she had to pursue her freedom to the end.

Now she has tried and resisted.

Since everything is useless, it is better to enjoy the rest of life.

It doesn't seem like a bad thing to kill each other with those big guys.

Just as Rangiku was thinking this, she suddenly realized that the direction Akira Kisaragi was heading was not the team building of the 11th Division.

"Hey, hey, where are you taking me?"

"You'll know when we get there."

Ruyue Ming replied calmly.

Soon, the two came to a magnificent building. A tall and solid portal stood in the open field, and patrolling and vigilant Death Gods could be seen everywhere.

At the top of the portal, a huge plaque hangs with several large characters written in flying colors.

Although Rangiku has no calligraphy talent, when he sees these words, he can still see the magnanimity of the person who wrote them when he put down the ink.

"Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy."

Rangiku vaguely guessed Kisaragi Akira's thoughts, and the expression on her face suddenly became a little complicated.

"Long time no see, Teacher Feng, you still have the same style!"

After the report, Ruyue Ming met Feng Runye who had taught him as he wished.

Looking at the young man in front of him who had not changed much, Fengrun also had a flash of relief in his eyes. From the time he taught Ru Yueming, he knew that this boy must be a person who can do great things.

As a result, not long after graduation, he had already become the captain of the 11th Division and was a hotshot figure in the Seireitei.

Even those nobles who wanted to raise their nostrils to the sky did not dare to speak loudly when facing the bright moon.

Such an achievement has surpassed ninety-nine percent of the gods of death in history.

"What are you..."

Returning to the topic, Fengrun also looked curiously at Rangju, who was held under his arm.

"Isn't this a good seedling found in Rukongai?"

Kisaragi Akira put Rangiku down and helped her smooth out her messy clothes. He put his big hand directly on the top of her head and gently rubbed the handful of orange hair.

"Teacher Feng, you know that the place in the 11th Division is not suitable for teaching."

"I thought you were quite accomplished in teaching, so I sent her to the Spiritual Arts Academy."

"Her name is Matsumoto Rangiku, and her talent is pretty good."

Kisaragi Akira knew very well that because of his involvement, Rangiku's fate had greatly deviated.

In the original world line, she would meet Gin Ichimaru, and then by chance, Aizen discovered the anomaly in his soul.

In order to complete his experiment, Aizen took away the Soul King fragment from Rangiku's soul.

It is precisely because of this that Ichimaru Gin had a grudge against Aizen, and tried to kill Aizen and take back what belonged to Rangiku by using an undercover method.

But now Rangiku doesn't know who Ichimaru Gin is.

Akira Kisaragi was able to cut off the situation in advance this time, but not only did he not feel any guilt, he even set his sights on Gin Ichimaru, who was still wandering around Rukongai.

It would be a waste of resources to let such a talented fox boy go like this.

Afterwards, Aizen was urged to go to Rukongai more and see if he could pick up another Ichimaru silver.

Then again.

Rangiku can reach the level of vice-captain without the Soul King fragment. Now that his soul is intact, his talent must be even more powerful.

Looking at Soul Society, it can be considered a rare species.

It would be a bit of a waste if you taught it yourself, and you don’t have the time.

It's better to let the professionals do it.

"No problem, I'll take care of it." Fengrun also happily agreed.

Although the admission season has passed now, given Ru Yueming's status, this small privilege really doesn't mean anything.

After Kisaragi Akira rubbed her fluffy orange hair, she looked at Rangiku seriously and said with a smile:

"Don't you want to escape from here?"

"Study hard, the Spiritual Arts Academy has everything you want."

After that, he waved goodbye, turned around and left the Spiritual Arts Academy.

Looking at his retreating back, the girl felt inexplicably depressed for some reason, and she muttered something in a low voice that no one could hear...