Death: This Death is not serious

In the present world, Karakura Town, in the back hills of a Western-style mansion.

This place was bought by a wealthy man with extraordinary power and exists as a private territory.

Hundreds of Quincy gathered here. They came from different age groups and genders, all wearing Western-style clothing and Quincy cross ornaments that symbolize their status.

They gathered in an open space in the woods, their eyes focused on the center of the crowd.

The Quincy in charge of vigilance were scattered in the surrounding woods, vigilantly maintaining the barrier, holding the spirit bow in their hands, and always alert to the surrounding situation.

In the center of the crowd, a middle-aged man in white was giving a serious speech.

He said sincerely:

"Everyone, please listen to me."

"We failed once a hundred years ago. With our current strength, we can't compete with Soul Society at all."

"Besides, we were the first to break the armistice agreement this time. The fault lies with us."

"If we continue to insist on going down the wrong path, the only end result will be destruction!"

Ishida Sogen's words made some Quincy hesitate, and they began to re-examine the current situation in their hearts.

They knew that the war that lasted for hundreds of years had killed countless ancestors and relatives.

Their hatred for the God of Death grew day by day, but at the same time they also deeply felt the horror of the God of Death.

That invincible fear was deeply imprinted in their hearts.

However, another part of the Quincy was unusually firm.

They seemed to have long abandoned reason and only wanted to vent their long-suppressed anger.

At this moment, an angry voice sounded:

"Ishida Sogen! You are such a coward, you only care about the pure-blooded Quincy bloodline of the Ishida family."

"That's right, you don't care about the life and death and future of us half-blood Quincy! You are not worthy of leading us!"

Then, someone else echoed:

"Those Shinigami are just relying on their numbers. Have you forgotten? Were we not easily defeated by those Shinigami before?"

"Those are just..." Ishida Sogen tried to explain, but his words were drowned out by the noise in the crowd.

"Enough, you damn coward! Get down here now!!"

The voices in the crowd were getting louder and louder, and the emotions were getting more and more excited.

"Everyone, please calm down first. In fact, the Shinigami may not be what everyone thinks. As long as we..."

An orange-haired girl stood up.

"Shut up, you last descendant of the Kurosaki family."

"Even if you are pure blood, so what? You are just a humble remnant whose family bloodline is almost extinct. Know your position!"

"You are just a dog raised by the Ishida family. You have no right to point fingers here!!"

"You..."

Hearing this, the girl's eyes suddenly turned red.

Seeing this, Ishida Sogen could only shake his head helplessly, knowing that no matter how much he explained, it would be futile.

He walked down the platform silently and put his hand gently on the girl's head to comfort her, but in fact his heart was filled with deeper worries and helplessness.

The hatred and anger of these people have blinded their eyes, making them lose their reason and judgment.

But he was powerless to change all this, and could only pray silently that these people would not make things too big.

"We are noble Quincies, why should we bow to the God of Death!?" Someone shouted angrily.

"We should fight back, and the God of Death should pay for his blood debt with blood." Another person echoed.

As soon as this was said, the Quincies all nodded in agreement.

They believed that they were defeated by the Death God because of their small numbers and could only survive in the world.

But now, after more than a hundred years of recuperation, the Quincies have become powerful and have no reason to obey the orders of the Death God.

For a while, the scene was full of various voices of approval, and only Ishida Sogen strongly opposed it.

"Ishida Sogen... I heard from my fathers that it seems that the previous armistice agreement was signed by your Ishida family!"

Suddenly, someone raised this question.

"What? It was the Ishida family who took the lead, not the pure-blooded Quincies who agreed together?" Others asked in surprise.

"Heh, in my opinion, the Ishida family became the running dogs of the Soul Society a hundred years ago!" Someone else said sarcastically.

"Yes, running dogs!"

More and more people echoed, and their eyes towards Ishida Sogen gradually became unfriendly.

If this guy wasn't a pure-blooded Quincy with great strength, someone would have rushed over and used his head as a sacrifice. Hearing the discussions of the people around him, Ishida Sogen couldn't help but feel sad.The war between the Shinigami and the Quincy a hundred years ago almost wiped out the Quincy clan in the world, leaving only a few hundred people.

A Quincy with captain-level strength must be pure-blooded, but pure-bloodedness does not necessarily mean having captain-level strength.

Therefore, although the Quincy clan once had some pure-blooded members, there were very few truly powerful Quincy.

Since the war a thousand years ago, the gap in strength between the Quincy and the Shinigami has become increasingly obvious.

If the struggle continues, the Quincy clan will inevitably go to extinction.

So, the Ishida family, together with several other pure-blooded Quincy families, surrendered to the Shinigami on behalf of the Quincy, just to allow the race to continue.

After all, the Quincy's behavior of destroying souls does violate the natural cycle of the world.

From the perspective of the world, it is indeed the fault of the ancestors of the Quincy who abused their power.

As the winner, the Shinigami's request to the Quincy is only not to kill Hollows indiscriminately, and there is nothing else to ask for.

This was a condition that everyone agreed to and accepted back then.

Unexpectedly, within a hundred years, these people would turn their spearheads against their own family.

In the distance, on the top of a small hill, Kenpachi Zaraki frowned and looked at the gathering place of the Quincy from afar.

He murmured to himself:

"These guys are so weak..."

As he said this, he shook his head and sighed in his heart.

Although they are all Quincy, this group of living Quincy and the Invisible Empire Quincy are simply incomparable. Their overall strength is not at the same level.

With his strength, he can destroy all of these Quincy by himself.

—— Kenpachi Zaraki has such confidence.

However, even though he has made a judgment, he has not received the order from the captain next to him, so he can only wait patiently.

However, as time passed, Mayu Aozaki showed no signs of taking action.

He stood quietly aside, his eyes calm as water, and seemed not to care about these Quincy.

It doesn't look like they are going to fight!

And Aozaki Mayu stood aside, silently observing this group of Quincy, and he really didn't care much about this group of Quincy.

Just kidding.

There are only three people in this group who barely reach the third-level spiritual power, and they are third-level spiritual power weaker than Kurotsuchi Mayuri. What's there to care about?

Aozaki Mayu only has eyes for the orange-haired girl, and he has met that girl once.

From the perspective of spiritual pressure, the girl and the white-haired young man beside her, plus the middle-aged man in the center of the crowd, are the highest combat power of the Quincy.

And it is obvious that the three of them are in the same group.

But the group of idiots around dared to provoke them.

Don't they know that these three people alone can destroy them all?

Aozaki Mayu stood up.

"Let the soldiers gather and prepare for the attack."

"Yes!"

The officers on the side responded immediately and quickly conveyed the order.

Soon, the soldiers of the 11th Division took action.

With an order, they rushed forward.

The movement here naturally did not escape the eyes of the Quincy.

They all looked towards the direction of the 11th Division with vigilance, and their faces showed alertness.