DC New Krypton

Division Four.

Single treatment room.

The breeze outside the window gently caresses into the treatment room.

Yamamoto Genryanagi Sai Shigekuni was lying on the hospital bed evenly, his old face was calm.

The captain of the Fourth Squadron, Unohana Retsu, sat on a chair with his hands on his thighs. He had no clue about the symptoms of Yamamoto Genryanagi Sai Shigekuni and was caught off guard.

There is nothing wrong with Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni's body. According to ordinary people, he should be very healthy and awake. However, I don't know what Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni has faced. He is still in a coma and has not yet awakened.

The light of the morning sun shines into the treatment room from a distance and shines on the aging face of Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni.

Maozhihualie's sitting body was startled.

Bathed in the morning light, Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni's eyes suddenly opened, his cold eyes revealed, his upper body straightened up from the hospital bed, and he said in a deep voice with heavy eyelids:

"He is back."

Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni's voice was very heavy.

Until he was captured by Yhwach, defeated by Yhwach, and cut in half, he did not think that Yhwach was an enemy that was difficult to deal with.

Yhwach and Hail.

He didn't want the real Haile to come back even more.

"Captain!" Uozhihua Lie stood up with her eyes stunned, and a shocked look appeared in her eyes.

The ‘mysterious void’ seems to be the black ant, and the black ant is Haer.

He finally understood that a hundred years ago, Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni ordered her to find a more powerful fighting force and bring Zaraki Kenpachi back.

Everything is to face Haier's return.

Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni touched his waist with both hands. The waist that was intact and without any scars made his face look grim and ugly.

"Komamura...he..."

Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni's voice was a little hoarse.

When he was on the verge of death, the last moment of his voice reached his ears. What was engraved in the picture was that Komamura cut off his own head, dedicated his head to Hale, and asked: "I beg you, Mr. Black Ant, save me." Get off Captain Yamamoto! I am willing to exchange my swastika and my life for Captain Yamamoto’s life!”

The image of fearless death, cutting off one's own head, and the sound of saving one's own life are firmly engraved in the mind of Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni.

"The captain of the Seventh Squadron, Komamura Zuofen, has been killed in action." Unohana Retsu said in a low voice.

When she arrived at the scene, the body of Komamura Zuozhen had been put together by Haier, leaving a whole body. However, there was indeed no sign of spiritual pressure, which could confirm the death of Komamura Zuozhen.

Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni felt depressed, and with a solemn face he stretched out his hand to hold the Zanpakutō beside him, put his feet on the ground, and stood up.

"Captain, your body..."

When Unohana Retsu saw Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni's behavior, he didn't know what Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni wanted to do.

Even if it doesn't make any sense and may just add one more body, they will go.

Just as Kyōraku Shunsui and others were heading towards the first team position.

"It doesn't matter, his return technique not only repairs the physical wounds, but also completely restores all the spiritual energy I consumed. It's really scary." Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni held the sword. , walked towards the door, and a voice from behind asked:

"How is Zaraki's strength recovering?"

As early as a hundred years ago, Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni ordered Unohana Retsu to find Zaraki Kenpachi in order to restore Zaraki Kenpachi's power to deal with this moment.

But Uozhihua Lie gently closed his eyes and shook his head.

If he had known that the restoration of Zaraki Kenpachi's strength was due to this moment, then Unohana Retsu would have to truly restore Zaraki Kenpachi's strength even if he died.

But now, it's too late, there is no more time to restore Zaraki Kenpachi's strength.

"Really, it doesn't matter anymore..."

Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni held his sword, faced the morning light, walked out of the treatment room, and headed towards the position of the first team.

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The sky above Seireitei was filled with darkness.

The light of the morning sun shines on Ichimaru Gin, who is standing in the black cavity, revealing his slightly stagnant face and body that was frozen for a moment.

He glanced slightly at Dong Xian Yao next to him. Apparently, Dong Xian Yao's stagnant figure had also regained his former memory.

A hundred years ago, Tōsen Kaname also experienced the terrifying battle that swept across the Seireitei.

Just not participating, just watching is enough to make people feel powerless and desperate, thus giving birth to the fear from the bottom of their hearts that they dare not face him directly.

"So this is the enemy Aizen-sama is going to face." At this moment, Tosen Kaname finally understood Aizen's urgency for the past three years. He had been seeking cooperation and preparing to face the enemy.

Is it really useful against an enemy like Haer?

Dongxian was shaken and had deep doubts.

Ichimaru Gin's narrowed eyes and raised smile seemed to make his smile a little brighter.

He and Haier, everything about Matsumoto Rangiku, and everything about Haier, are back.

He finally found the lost past, and also found the reason why he followed Aizen. All of this was just a small act because he wanted to repay Haier for being caught in the mirror.

Lurking around Aizen, just to find a way to crack the mirror, Suigetsu, and for Haile to crack the mirror.

Ichimaru Gin shook his head with laughter in his heart, and raised the corners of his mouth into a bright smile.

Haer... never need to decipher the mirror.

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Noble Street.

The residence of the Tsunayashiro family.

Tsunayashiro Tokitana gently stroked the unsealed Yanluo Kadenori in his hand. In the end, he listened to Aizen's warning and unsealed the Tsunayashiro family's Zanpakutō Yanluo Kadenden, which had been sealed, and held it in his hand. .

Yanluo Jingdian's ability is to imitate any kind of Zanpakutō he has ever seen, and can be used superimposed at the same time.

Because the Tsunayashiro family has always been in charge of the Forty-sixth Room's Image Hall, he can imitate almost all known Zanpakutō abilities.

It's just that the price paid is to reduce the user's own soul, that is, to reduce the life span. The more you use it, the more your soul will be consumed, and the lost soul cannot be recovered again.

This is also the reason why the Tsunayashiro family sealed this sword.

"Now, let me see who can survive under this beautiful mirror." Tsunayashiro Tokinada caressed the beautiful mirror, and the smile raised at the corner of his mouth became even more ferocious and torn.

All of this seems to be very interesting, and Tsunayashiro Tokinada has begun to feel pleasure.

The morning sunlight shines in from outside the door.

Tsunayashiro Tokinada, who was grinning ferociously and feeling amused, froze, his pupils faintly showing the fear of wanting to run away, and the Yan Luo Kadendori in his hand couldn't help but tremble.

His pleasure... was gone.

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First team position.

Black Ant's eyes were clear, and he looked condescendingly at Ishida Uryū, who was sweating profusely, lying on his hands and knees, and panting.

Ishida Uryū, who was able to develop his potential according to the Quincy's so-called holy script method, should have the ability of the so-called holy script.

Black Ant planned to wait for Ishida Uryu to recover, but he didn't realize that the night had passed.

The light of morning light shines from a distance.

Everything flowed through his mind like water.

Haer smiled, raised his head and looked directly at the morning light, and saw several Death God captains walking forward with instant steps. His body fell backwards, and a dark sphere appeared behind him, turning into a tightly fitting steel seat. Lift him up.

Haile put his hands on the armrests of the steel seat, with his back against the backrest, his neck slightly tilted and the corners of his mouth raised, looking at the approaching gods of death and looking down at the world:

"Please me!"