Grim Reaper: Self-discipline Captain of Seireitei

Chapter 209
"Well, the Arrancar was very successful."

Ichimaru Gin looked at the work of himself and others with satisfaction, "It can be called perfect."

"Yin, correct me, there is no perfect thing in the world."

Aizen put down the scalpel stained with blood, a gentle smile appeared on his honest face, and there was a hint of depth in his eyes behind the lenses.

"Captain Nirvana once said that perfection means absolute failure."

"Whether it is a Shinigami, a Great Hollow, or an Arrancar and a Mask that combine the power of the two, when they are labeled as perfect, they are already destined to be failures."

Geo Weger kept lying on his side, feeling the huge power emerging from his body. Gradually, a look of obsession appeared in his eyes.

That's right, that's it!
This is the power that the real Daxu should have, and this is the original destiny of me, Lord Geoweig!

Stupid Death, you have no idea what you have done!
What you have done has angered a sleeping beast!

The rising spiritual pressure caused the metal operating table to make an overwhelming creaking sound.

Aizen and others did not take this to heart.

During the Arrancarization experiment, the consumption of the operating table was not much less than that of Daxu.

This is just a small price to pay on the road to success.

Compared to those unnecessary sacrifices, a few operating tables are nothing.

"Jio Weig, please release your spiritual pressure with all your strength."

Aizen smiled and said, "I need to record relevant data to facilitate the next Arrancar experiment."

As soon as these words came out, a ferocious smile suddenly appeared on Geoweig's face:

"Okay."

After the words fell, the muscles around his body suddenly expanded, and the veins wriggled crazily under his skin like small snakes. A large amount of blood filled the body, as if blowing up a balloon, magnifying several times in an instant.

The overloaded operating table suddenly collapsed, and the shackles that originally imprisoned Gio Weiger were opened and torn to pieces. His burly body stood in front of Aizen like a hill.

"You have no idea what you're doing, stupid Death!"

"I'm going to tear you apart completely!"

I saw two huge palms as big as cattail fans, suddenly striking at the position where Aizen was. The violent air flow escaped and surged between the fingers, turning into a strong wind and blowing away the tattered debris all around.

"After gaining several times the power before, did your confidence suddenly expand?"

Facing the sudden attack, Aizen stood there without making any movement, as if what happened in front of him had nothing to do with him.

At the moment when the attack was about to fall on him.

hum-

The terrifying spiritual pressure that was like the sky pouring down suddenly came down, and the gravity seemed to increase dozens or even a hundred times in an instant. Gio Weger's mountain-like body fell to the ground with a loud bang, directly smashing the white stone floor. Huge depression.

The feeling of suffocation gnawed away at his few sanity bit by bit, and the instinctive fear poured out like a flood that burst a dam, instantly flooding his soul.

At this moment, Gio Weiger burst into tears. He no longer had the slightest bit of pride and arrogance he had before, and the despair of death enveloped every inch of his skin and flesh.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's really terrifying spiritual pressure..."

Ichimaru Gin stood on one side, with substantial spiritual pressure surging around his body, resisting the sudden terrifying pressure.

Even though Aizen was not targeting him, he still felt an unprecedented threat.

The gap between the two is like a chasm.

Slightly narrowed eyes stared at the natural Aizen casually, with undetectable fear and worry flashing in the blue pupils.

The sudden strong performance made the originally confident Ichimaru Gin feel a little more gloomy.

Completely different than expected.

Aizen's spiritual pressure is so powerful that it's a bit beyond the limit.

Geo Weger's huge body clung to the pit, and the gravel and metal fragments penetrated deeply into his flesh and blood, trying to merge with it.

Saliva mixed with blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth.

Under the intense pressure, his consciousness nearly collapsed and he was on the verge of death.

Incomprehensibly powerful.

Even if his power expanded several times or even dozens of times, he was still as weak as an ant in front of Aizen.

Just a gentle twist of your fingertips is enough to completely erase it from this world.

However, at the moment when he was about to face death, the terrifying spiritual pressure that was like pouring from the sky dissipated instantly, and as the tight strings in his heart relaxed, Gio Weig also completely lost consciousness.

"Yes, have you collected the relevant data?"

Aizen spoke in an understatement, as if what just happened was nothing more than a trivial matter.

"All the data has been recorded."

Tōsen Kaname stared at the huge screen in front of him and said solemnly, "Gio Weiger's success was no accident. The experiment of Arrancar transformation has been completely perfected."

"Lord Aizen, we can start the follow-up plan."

Hearing this, a gentle smile appeared on Aizen's face again, like the first ray of sunshine in spring:

"Then let's start as planned."

"I hope Mole Chengshuang is also ready, otherwise, this drama will be too boring..."

…………

Soul Realm, Seireitei.

Ninth division team building.

A month has passed in a hurry, considering that the three of Sunsun have completely mastered the technique of sealing the core, plus the hidden spiritual pressure device jointly developed by Niruri and Yamada Seinosuke.

Sufeng temporarily allowed the three of them to follow him to gain a deeper understanding of Seireitei.

But these three guys have no interest in Seireitei.

On the contrary, they used their great talent to capture the lingering scent of Lord Sufeng in the air, trying to gain a more detailed understanding of the environment in which he lived.Snake, deer, lion.

With their unique talent advantages, these three guys wandered around the ninth division team building like lonely ghosts.

If he hadn't been wearing a Death Overlord outfit and had his spiritual pressure forcibly hidden, he would have been dead.

The three of them were afraid that they would be arrested by other Shinigami team members immediately.

"It's a really strong smell."

Sun Sun covered his face with his hands, his slender sleeves covering his small chin, and his light purple pupils revealed an unconcealable look of jealousy.

Following her gaze, the other two people also spotted the deputy captain of Division [-] walking in the corridor.

"Ugly cow, doesn't this guy trip over himself when he walks!?"

"Can I understand that you made these remarks out of jealousy?"

Apache and Mira started arguing again.

The former blushed and tried his best to deny Mira's statement, and tried to explain the huge disadvantages in terms of body shape, daily life, combat, etc.

The latter simply repeated the words "You are jealous" in an understatement, which made Apache furious, and even had the urge to kill the guy in front of him with his sword.

In fact, compared to the captain of a certain second division team, Apache is already in good shape.

But compared to Mira and Matsumoto Rangiku, it's a little less interesting.

While the two were arguing, Sunsun lowered his head and glanced at his chest without leaving any trace, and the jealousy in his eyes became even more intense.

It was obvious that she was the worst of the three.

Matsumoto Rangiku also noticed these three guys, and suddenly frowned, doubts flashing in his heart.

A dead-beat outfit without any team insignia.

Where did these three people come from, and why did they give me a strong sense of danger?

Inadvertently, her hand was already on the Zanpakutō at her waist.

"Which squad do you three belong to?"

Matsumoto Rangiku, adhering to her duties as vice-captain, stepped forward and locked the three of them with her spiritual pressure.

"Hee, um, probably the ninth division, right?"

Sunsun covered his face and chuckled, trying his best to suppress his jealousy in his heart.

"That's right, it's Division [-]!"

"We were brought back by Lord Sufeng."

"You stupid monkey, Master Sufeng clearly told you not to talk nonsense!"

"You are the stupid monkey. This guy in front of you has too much of Master Sufeng's scent on his body. He is clearly one of our own who can be trusted!"

Since completing the Arrancar, the way Apache and Mira scolded each other has evolved from doe and hunk to stupid monkey.

The nonsensical words made Matsumoto Rangiku even more wary.

Just as she was about to take action, a familiar voice came from behind:

"Don't be nervous, Rangiku." Sufeng appeared from the side corridor, "The three of them can be trusted."

Hearing this, Matsumoto Rangiku's originally tense mood suddenly relaxed.

She doesn't have to trust anyone, but she only retains [-]% trust in Su Feng.

As long as Sufeng says it's okay, then it must be okay.

…………

The captain's exclusive dojo.

A group of five people appeared here.

Sunsun and others looked curiously at the complex ghost incantations engraved on the walls, as well as the precious murderous stones piled in the solid masonry.

They had seen similar buildings in the Technology Development Bureau.

It's just that the trio, who have very little knowledge of Soul Society, don't understand how precious it is.

Regarding the identities of the three Sunsuns, Sufeng had no intention of informing Rangku Matsumoto.

As a Shinigami who has received traditional education from the Zheno Spiritual Arts Academy, her ability to accept death is not as strong as that of members of the Technology Development Bureau.

Once he tells her too many secrets, it will only become a burden on Matsumoto Rangiku's heart.

If you are not careful, you may even make the wrong decision.

"You should have a preliminary grasp of the basic combat skills of the Death God."

Sufeng coughed a few times, assumed the identity of Master Yan again, and carefully observed the trio who behaved extremely well-behaved in front of him.

"Look hard and study hard."

"Next, I will try to teach you some advanced techniques."

"For example, Chapter 31 of Breaking the Road: Red Fire Cannon."

A scorching flame appeared in the palm of Sufeng's hand, bursting out with fierce heat and rapidly evaporating the moisture in the surrounding atmosphere.

"Although the red fire cannon is a low-level broken path, it is easy to learn and has low release requirements. Its power will change with different spiritual pressure."

"It is suitable for most battles and daily life, so it is also called the universal broken path..."

Matsumoto Rangiku looked at the scene in front of her in surprise, and the confusion in her heart became more intense.

Normally speaking, Shinigami who graduated from the Spiritual Arts Academy should master low-level breaking skills such as the Red Fire Cannon.

Could it be that they are from Rukongai?
Looking at the three people with different postures and appearances, for some reason, Matsumoto Rangiku suddenly felt a strong crisis in her heart.

It always feels like the captain is about to be snatched away...

(End of this chapter)