dognovel Chapter 599 Captain-level is really worthless
Chapter 599 Captain-level is really worthless
As a no-man's-land in Soul Society, the environment of Zaraki Ward can only be described as appalling. There are hardly any intact buildings to be seen, and people would believe it if they thought it was the wilderness.
Occasionally, a few figures could be seen, all dressed in tattered cloth clothes. The road could hardly be called a street; it was merely the outline of a road.
Yuko walked along the road on the west side towards the depths of the Zaraki Ward, and she could feel the faint fluctuations of spiritual pressure.
The spiritual pressure of a Shinigami is superior to that of the souls in Rukongai, both in terms of quality and quantity, making it easy to distinguish.
They left quickly this time without bringing the tracking equipment developed by the 12th Division, but Yuuko and Yoruichi were skilled trackers.
As the captain of the Second Division, Yoruichi routinely tracks down enemies. Ikuko, on the other hand, relies on her exceptionally unique and powerful sensory abilities.
Yuko was passing by the entrance of a dilapidated alley.
"Halt, Death."
A hoarse voice came from the alleyway ahead, and a scarred, burly man with a face full of scars blocked Yu Zi's way.
The man held a rusty sword in his hand, his eyes filled with undisguised greed and violence.
Yuko stopped and slightly raised her eyelids: "Is there something you need?"
Here it is, a small fry spawning in a no-man's-land.
"Hand over your Zanpakuto and Shinigami armor." Scarface grinned maliciously, spitting as he spoke.
Yuko looked down at herself: "I can understand the Zanpakuto, but you can't fit into these clothes, can you?"
"Are you an idiot? Of course, I want more than just clothes." The scarred man's eyes brazenly scanned Yu Zi from head to toe.
Death rarely sets foot in Zaraki Ward, but that doesn't mean the people here are afraid of it. There are plenty of audacious individuals who attempt to take down Death.
For these desperate criminals, a single Zanpakuto is enough to make them risk their lives, let alone a female Shinigami.
They seem like an easy type to deal with.
Yuko muttered without any attempt to hide her thoughts, "I see. Looks like you really want to die."
Scarface's smile froze instantly, then a glint of light flashed in his eyes: "You reckless woman! Get her!"
"drink!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two burly figures suddenly rushed towards Yu Zi from the rooftops on both sides of the alley entrance, shouting loudly.
At the same time, Scarface roared and charged towards Yu Zi.
In Yuko's transparent world, although the spiritual pressure of these three people was not as great as that of Shinigami who had undergone systematic training, they were still the largest among ordinary souls.
If they encountered an ordinary team member, they might actually suffer a loss in silence.
But then I met her...
Yu Zi's figure swayed slightly, like a fleeting shadow in the wind, and she instantly passed between the three of them.
"Thump." X3
Three muffled thuds rang out in succession. The three men, still in their forward-charging posture, fell straight to the ground, each bearing a precise red mark on the back of their neck—marks left by the scabbards of swords.
The force of the blow, seemingly miraculous, snapped their necks, and they fell to the ground, barely breathing.
Yuko naturally had no intention of showing any mercy to such a villain.
Having resolved the minor incident, Yuko left the alley.
This time, the spying in the shadows completely disappeared.
After navigating several winding streets, Yuko suddenly noticed that the spiritual pressure was weakening rapidly and would soon dissipate.
It was as if it had been killed by something.
Yu Zi frowned slightly and immediately sped up.
Although she couldn't sense Yoruichi's spiritual pressure at the moment, she was searching the east side, so she shouldn't be able to find her so quickly. Besides, if it were Yoruichi, there was no reason for her not to display her spiritual pressure.
The thing that defeated that traitor took only a very short time, so much so that Yuko only caught a fleeting glimpse of its frenzied spiritual pressure.
The location where the spiritual pressure was sensed was not far away, and Yuuko arrived in less than three minutes using her full-speed Shunpo.
When she arrived at the scene, the sight before her made her slightly taken aback.
In the center of the woods, a man dressed as the Grim Reaper lay in a pool of blood, a blood-red hole in his chest, the blood staining the dust beneath him.
The fatal wound was clearly inflicted in a single, swift blow. Beside his body, a massive figure stood with its back to her.
He was an extremely tall and robust man with long, messy black hair, wearing tattered clothes, revealing bulging muscles covered in hideous scars.
He held a long knife full of nicks in his hand, the blade still dripping with warm blood.
Is that... a Zanpakuto?
He's not a Shinigami, yet he wields a Zanpakuto?
Yuko glanced at the ground; the defeated Judgment was still holding his Zanpakuto.
It doesn't belong to this person.
In other words, this guy has killed other Grim Reapers?
Right……
The spiritual pressure within this guy is already comparable to, or even surpasses, that of a captain-level individual.
It was a rather monotonous spiritual pressure, simply powerful.
This spiritual pressure was like an active volcano that could erupt at any moment, filled with pure, unadulterated destructive desire and a thirst for battle.
To be honest, I feel that his spiritual pressure is very similar to that of Hana-nee.
Yuko suddenly began to believe Yoruichi's words. No wonder Yoruichi wasn't interested in Aizen's captain-level spiritual pressure. So, the captains of your Seireitei are really worthless.
Every savage you encounter outside is a captain-level officer.
"Hey, Little Sword, another one's here."
A clear, bell-like child's voice rang out, breaking the deathly silence of the scene.
It was a little girl with pink hair, who looked to be only a few years old. She was wearing similarly tattered clothes and was sitting on a rock to the side, her legs swaying. She was hugging her knees, resting her cheeks on her knees, and looking at Yuko with curiosity.
Yuko noticed the little girl as soon as she saw the tall man, but she was instinctively drawn to the scene and temporarily ignored her.
The man she called Little Sword slowly turned around. He had a fierce face with a long scar on his left cheek, clearly a native of the area. However, he was not on the same level as the three thugs who had robbed her earlier.
The little girl in pink seemed to have taken a liking to Yuko. She jumped down from the rock, circled Yuko twice, and asked curiously, "Hey, what's your name?"
"Yuko, Tsugikuni Yuko." Yuko blinked; this little girl was quite well-behaved.
If one could ignore the exaggerated spiritual pressure emanating from her.
For a child to possess spiritual pressure comparable to that of a vice-captain is truly astounding.
And I don’t know if it’s just my perception, but I always felt that her spiritual pressure was somewhat similar to that tall man’s… No, using “similar” to describe it seems inappropriate; it’s a more subtle feeling.
But their spiritual pressure auras are clearly not similar.
"Yachiru, my name is Kusanagi Yachiru, it's the name Koken gave me." Yachiru chuckled, her cheeks flushed red, making her look exceptionally cute. "How is it? Pretty good, right?"
"Yachiru? That's a very nice name."
She felt like she'd heard that word somewhere before.
"Yuko, you look amazing." Yachiru looked Yuko up and down and smiled happily. "Little Sword can fight to his heart's content again."
Ikuko: "..."
Fighting...
She remembered and said...
Isn't this Sister Hua's original name?
It symbolizes a swordsman who has mastered eight thousand sword techniques.
When Kenpachi Zaraki's gaze fell on Yuuko, he was initially completely indifferent. As Yachiru finished speaking, the indifference on his face turned into a hint of confusion, which was then replaced by the excitement of a wild beast discovering its prey.
"Oh? You... you seem rather interesting." Kenpachi Zaraki grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, his smile appearing particularly sinister. "You look much stronger than this trash."
He gestured with his chin towards the corpse on the ground.
“Perhaps,” Yuko said calmly. “It would be even better if you could hand over the guy you killed to me.”
Kenpachi Zaraki frowned: "What? Aren't you guys in cahoots?"
"No, on the contrary, I need to thank you for helping me solve the problem."
Yachiru raised a finger and smiled subtly: "Then as payment, Yuuko will grant Koken's wish."
Yuko's eyelids twitched as she looked at Yachiru.
"Defeat me, and I'll let you take this guy away." Kenpachi Zaraki's brain cells were simple, but that didn't stop him from understanding what Yachiru meant.
He hoisted the tattered longsword onto his shoulder and walked step by step toward Yuko. Without Yuko's consent, the violent spiritual pressure rushed toward her like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
It's truly astonishing that someone could achieve this level of power without any systematic training, simply by releasing spiritual pressure. An ordinary Shinigami would probably have difficulty even standing under such pressure.
Yuko sighed, "Then at least let me check the things on this guy's body first, so he won't get caught in the crossfire."
"Oh? Oh." Kenpachi Zaraki subconsciously took two steps back, ignoring even Yachiru, and simply waited quietly for the battle to begin.
Yuko asked with some curiosity, "Aren't you afraid I'll take the things and run away?"
Yachiru sat on the rock, chuckling, "Little Yu wouldn't do that, right?"
Ikuko: "..."
Hey, hey, hey, why does it seem like her seniority is still decreasing?!
"Ha~" Yu Zi sighed, walked up to the man, and searched him for several documents.
"Um, Yachiru, right? Could you please keep this safe for me?"
Yuko wasn't confident she could take care of this thing in a battle against a captain-level enemy.
Should I say this or not, should I thank this guy for being so weak?
If things got a little more intense, if the fighting got a little fiercer, even this document might not be safe.
Yachiru took the document, glanced at it with great interest, and then, finding she couldn't understand it, obediently hugged it to her chest, looking at Yuuko with a determined gaze, as if promising to complete the mission.
Kenpachi Zaraki, growing impatient, asked, "Is that enough?"
"Is it starting?" Yachiru clapped her hands excitedly. "Little Sword, Little Iku, let's get started!!!"
What's with this overly familiar attitude, like you wouldn't mind cutting someone into hundreds or thousands of pieces?
After internally complaining, Yuko took a deep breath and looked at Kenpachi Zaraki.
"Sorry for the wait."
She didn't want to cause any trouble here, but judging from the way these two guys were acting, they had no intention of letting her leave without a fight.
"Heh heh." Kenpachi Zaraki grinned menacingly, and charged at Yuuko with his Zanpakuto, the blade of which was full of nicks and chips.
With Yu Zi's clear vision, he knew all of Yu Zi's actions were under control.
It really is……
A fairly easy-to-understand approach.
Miracles happen with great effort!
The ground beneath Kenpachi Zaraki's feet suddenly exploded, and a gigantic figure charged forward at an astonishing speed completely disproportionate to his size, his long sword slicing through the air with a sharp whistle as it slashed down at Ikuko's head.
There are no techniques, no rules, only the purest and most extreme power and speed.
After briefly comparing her spiritual pressure with the other person's, Yuuko realized... she could handle it!
when! ! !
A sound.
As the blades clashed, a sharp sword cry echoed outwards, and an invisible aura rippled outwards like sound waves, shaking the leaves and causing birds to flee in panic.
Kenpachi Zaraki looked at Ikuko, who had taken his attack head-on, with surprise and even greater joy in his eyes.
Before he could react, Yuko's figure left an afterimage as she gracefully flashed to Kenpachi Zaraki's side.
Kenpachi Zaraki reacted quickly, without even looking, raising his hand and slashing his sword to the side.
Yuko held the scabbard in her left hand, and precisely pointed the end at Kenpachi Zaraki's wrist joint as he swung his sword.
With a soft sound, Kenpachi Zaraki's incredibly violent slash was abruptly deflected, the heavy blade grazing Ikuko's clothes before slamming heavily into the ground beside her.
Boom! !
The earth was cleaved open with a jagged gash several meters long, and smoke and dust filled the air.
Despite missing his target, Kenpachi Zaraki's eyes showed no anger; instead, they blazed with an even more intense light.
"Interesting! So interesting!"
He suddenly turned around and swept his sword horizontally, the tattered longsword bringing with it a destructive golden spiritual pressure that swept over like a whirlwind.
Yuko lightly touched the ground with her toes, her body floating backward like a feather, adjusting her breathing rhythm as a slash burst forth from her hand.
"Snow Breathing - Pick-up Form - Shining Moon Beneath the Snow!"
A huge white, round jade disc rolled down towards Kenpachi Zaraki.
After mastering how to use spiritual pressure, Yuko began to try combining breathing techniques with spiritual pressure, and the effect was quite good.
The two slashes collided, unleashing astonishing destructive power that tore apart the surrounding trees before being neutralized.
As the dust settled, the two figures reappeared.
Yuko remained calm, while Kenpachi Zaraki grinned.
The two figures vanished from their spot in an instant, and moments later, the clash of swords and the shadows of blades intertwined once more.
"Snow Breathing - Third Form: Frosty Dance!"
Using both his Zanpakuto and its scabbard, snow-white, chaotic slashes relentlessly struck Kenpachi Zaraki.
"Kimagine is amazing!" Yachiru sat on a high rock in the distance, not at all intimidated by the aura emanating from the two. Instead, she stood up with great interest, clapping her hands. "Yu is amazing too! It's like she's dancing!"
Kenpachi Zaraki grew increasingly excited as the fight progressed, his spiritual pressure surging, and his smile becoming more and more manic. He hadn't encountered an opponent who could withstand him for so long, let alone remain so easily in his grasp, in a very long time.