Reborn as the God of Death and became the Captain of the Ten Blades

Although Rangiku is blind, she can directly find the direction where Gin Ichimaru is. This is her unique intuition.

She suddenly stood up, and the quilt fell from her chest, revealing the fullness that most men would fascinate. She didn't care at all that she was exposing herself, and a trace of helplessness appeared on her terrified face.

She knew the suffering she had endured, she was not afraid, nor did she think of revenge. She was only afraid that the happiness she once had would never return. The time they had spent as innocent children was the only place they could place their hopes.

Looking at Rangiku at this moment, Ichimaru Gin understood and felt a dull pain in his heart. Rangiku, some things cannot be avoided just because you don't want to do them. We are in the center of the vortex and can only crawl desperately. What that gentleman said is right, aren't we ants under the rules?

He walked over to the bed and gently helped Rangiku back onto the bed, carefully gripping the covers.

Comfortingly, "I promised you Rangiku, you need to rest well."

Rangiku believed it and suddenly grabbed Ichimaru Gin's hand and put it on her chest. The bandage on her face was wet. Only the people around her could give her a sense of absolute security.

What happened on Youhun Street that day was far less than the nightmare that Li Chuan brought her on Bipolar Stage.

All the captains, unite together, and cannot let the other side draw their Zanpakutō. What exactly is the ability of the disappearing "Bankai"? What should we do if the other side targets Ichimaru Gin?

Feeling the body temperature transmitted from his hands, Ichimaru Gin remained bent over, motionless. As far as he could remember, Rangiku had never made such a move.

Just because of that traveler.

Should I thank him or hate him?

The narrow slits in his squinting eyes gave people a sense of eerie horror, like a poisonous snake hiding in the darkness, ready to show its fangs.

Gradually feeling the stinging pain coming from her eyes, Rangiku finally came to her senses. Recalling her previous bold action, her face felt like it was covered with pomegranate leaves, rippling with autumn ripples.

I wish I could find a crack to crawl into.

He threw Ichimaru Gin's hands away as if throwing them away, pretending to be disgusted.

Looking at Rangiku's shy appearance, Ichimaru Gin couldn't help but smile. His childhood sweetheart was always carefree every time they met. No matter how cunning she was or how skilled she was in controlling her emotions, her heart couldn't help but be moved.

Trying to quickly cover up the embarrassment in my heart, “The passenger later drew his sword. It was also the first time he drew his Zanpakutō in Soul Society…”

Seeing that she was still talking, Gin Ichimaru interrupted Rangiku and asked her to continue. After the ups and downs of her emotions, Rangiku's face was already showing fatigue.

Ichimaru Gin had a look of distress on his face, and he said softly, "Have a good rest, Rangiku, I promise you."

Rangiku's heart trembled. In her memory, Gin had rarely spoken to her in such a gentle tone.

A tingling sensation like electric shock spread throughout her body, her mind went blank, and she completely lost the ability to think. Like a puppet, she allowed the man beside the bed to put her back on the bed and cover her with a quilt.

An inexplicable disappointment flashed through her trembling heart, and her face couldn't help but turn red again, quickly spreading to her ears, turning red as blood.

"Gin." Rangiku murmured. She looked like a ripe fruit in autumn, sexy and attractive.

"Have a good rest, I'll come to see you in a few days." Ichimaru Gin said softly.

"Yeah." As obedient as a child.

Gin Ichimaru picked up the white paper covered with words again. Rangiku couldn't see, but he endured the pain and wrote it down. He understood what Rangiku was thinking.

He memorized the above content in his mind, and after confirming it repeatedly, he shook his spiritual power with his hand, and the paper turned into pieces and disappeared into the air.

Then he left Rangiku's dormitory.

After a while, Rangiku's breathing gradually calmed down and she fell asleep.

After leaving the 4th Division dormitory, Gin Ichimaru thought about it and decided not to alert the enemy for the time being. The information recorded by Rangiku was incomplete, and it came from the snake's intuition.

If Rangiku didn't want to talk, he wouldn't force her to answer.

As he walked, he thought that according to the description on the paper, Rangiku's eyes were injured just by taking a look at the opponent's attack. It was not that the opponent deliberately targeted her, which made Ichimaru Gin feel a little better.

After thinking about it, he decided not to keep the above information from Captain Aizen, as he knew that Aizen's strength was unfathomable and his scheming was extremely profound.

The more you learn about Aizen, the more you realize how terrifying he is. His contempt for life and order, like a god looking down on all living things, makes Gin Ichimaru feel a trace of fear from the bottom of his heart. Under this oppression, the strength of Gin Ichimaru, who is in his latent period, increases rapidly.

The higher the strength, the more terrifying Aizen's perception becomes, so Ichimaru Gin doesn't dare to act rashly.

Now Li Chuan's arrival broke the silence, and between the lines it was clear that the thoughts of this strange god of death were exactly the same as Aizen's.

Thinking of this, Ichimaru Gin returned to his previous sly smile.

It would be fun if both of them were people who were willing to submit to others.

Well, we have to find Li Chuan, and also, there is that thing that Captain Aizen mentioned.

……

Unohana Retsu was standing in a spacious dormitory, with two Death Gods lying on the two beds in front of him.

A man with a dog's head and a human body, he is tall and strong.

The other Grim Reaper was bound with bandages from head to toe, with only his nostrils and mouth showing. Bells were tied to his limp hair, and he was barely breathing.

Next to her, Yachiru Kusaka was sitting on a bench obediently. She had short pink hair that reached her shoulders, black pupils, and a blush on her face. She looked like a child.

He was wearing a Shinigami costume, with the 11th Division's emblem on his left arm, and his Zanpakutō pinned to his waist like an ornament.

At this time, a pair of elbows were resting on the edge of the hospital bed, supporting the little face, and the big watery eyes looked at Kenpachi Zaraki on the bed with worry.

Kotetsu Yuune stood next to Unohana Retsu, a head taller than his idol.

"Captain, has Captain Zaraki's condition improved?"

Unohana Retsu nodded: "The original purpose of Kaido is to restore spiritual pressure first and then restore the injuries of the spiritual body."

Kotetsu Yuune understood a little: "The alien spiritual pressure in Captain Zaraki's body is absorbing the energy of Kaido."

"Yes, this alien spiritual pressure is traveling through Captain Zaraki's meridians. Every time it travels, Captain Zaraki's body will benefit a little bit."

"The speed of destruction is faster than Captain Zaraki's own recovery speed. For now, we can only use the unexpected bandage to alleviate it a little."

Having said that, Unohana Retsu frowned. For the past few days, he could only use his own spiritual pressure to maintain a weak balance in Zaraki's body.

Yachiru listened quietly, without saying a word, with only Kenpachi Zaraki lying on the hospital bed in his eyes.

"Does it have life?" Hu Che Yongyin asked curiously.

"Life?" Unohana Retsu's heart moved, and he ordered Kotetsu Yuune: "Help Captain Zaraki remove the bandages."

"Yes." Hearing the idol's order, Totsu Yuune took action immediately, and Yachiru also stepped forward to help. The two of them carefully helped Kenpachi Zaraki untie the knot, turning over, raising his hands and feet, and every movement was done with extreme caution.

'