The Infinite Sword System That Ravages the Dimension

As soon as the words came out, everyone, including Captain Yamamoto, also looked at Byakuya Kuchiki.

"It's not considered acquaintance, but I have fought against him in this world."

Kuchiki Byakuya concealed the trace of gaffe on his face.

It became as cold as before.

"That's right, that guy does have captain-level strength, and I've fought against him before."

A few simple words, but the message revealed from it is huge.

Kuchiki Byakuya is different from Ichimaru Gin. Although he is a very proud person, it also shows that he basically cannot tell lies.

First Ichimaru Gin and then Kuchiki Byakuya.

Two captains acknowledged the strength of Luhuo.

There is no doubt that the strength of this traveler is at the captain level.

It's not a trivial matter for a captain-level brigade to come to Soul Soul Realm. If it doesn't happen, the impact will be huge, and it must be resolved as soon as possible.

"Captain Kuchiki, did that traveler ever say his name or something?"

Yamamoto asked Kuchiki Byakuya, who obviously knew more about Kuchiki Byakuya than Ichimaru Gin.

Kuchiki Byakuya didn't hide anything, he just told what he knew.

"He claims to be a heroic spirit named Emiya Shiro."

As a god of death at the captain level, Kuchiki Byakuya's power of observation is directly proportional to his strength.

Even if it was just Wei Gong's casual mention, he noticed it.

Heroic spirit, this word entered Death's sight for the first time.

"Heroic Spirit? What is that? It sounds pretty powerful."

The one who said this was Kyoraku Shunsui, the captain of the Eighth Division.

However, compared with Kuchiki Byakuya's serious face, Kyoraku Shusui's appearance is very bohemian.

Among other things, the pink coat on the captain's haori said it all.

"I don't know, I have investigated it before, but I didn't find anything useful."

Kuchiki Byakuya shook his head.

After the battle with Emiya, he investigated the information about the heroic spirits, but except for a bit of completely unreliable information from Norse mythology, he got nothing else.

"Okay, the eighth team will be in charge of the so-called heroic spirits, Harusui, there's no problem."

"Of course, since you have spoken, Master Shan, I can only follow through. Besides, this is also my duty."

Jingle Chunshui gently lifted the bamboo hat on his head, and said so.

The Eighth Division was originally responsible for intelligence investigations, and it was normal for them to be assigned such tasks.

"Then, that's it. Since the captain-level traveler has entered Seireitei, from now on, Seireitei will enter a state of emergency. All Shinigami above the vice-captain will be allowed to release Zanpakuto. As for the traveler, life or death will not matter." !"

Under Yamamoto's unquestionable tone, this meeting ended just like that.

However, the captain under his banner was not very calm.

In particular, the matter of captain-level brigades entering Seireitei.

Some people are watching, some are drinking, some are recuperating, and some want to avenge their shame.

Of course, there is another Lu Chi who is on the way to find Wei Gong.

Chapter 15 Jingle Spring Water

The figures of Emiya and Arturia are constantly shuttling on the streets of Seireitei.

It's already night, and the two of them are ready to investigate the situation of Soul Soul Realm.

"The buildings here are really similar, it's just a maze."

Looking at the extremely similar buildings and almost unchanged streets around.

Artoria said as if complaining.

"Stop complaining, the problem now is to investigate the situation of Seiring Court first."

Saying so, Emiya's body accelerated again.

Suddenly, they stopped.

"Hey, two, can you stop for a moment?"

Messy stubble, pink coat, plus that somewhat lazy temperament.

Anyone who met him would have the word slack in their first mind.

The lazy uncle stood alone on the street of Seireitei in this quiet night, without anyone following him.

"Which team are you the captain of?"

Emiya did not underestimate this slack-dressed person, even though the person in front of him looked so slack, and even looked a little decadent from the outside.