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

"You have only been in the Gotei 13 for a short time, so there are some things you cannot empathize with. One day, you will understand."

Rukia blurted out at this time: "Senior, why did you become a god of death?"

Such questions arise every day in Soul Society, but there is no accurate answer as everyone has their own opinions.

Even Rukia's original purpose of joining the advance team was simply to improve herself and avenge Senior Haiyan.

However, when he first became the God of Death, his idea of ​​protecting his sister and proving his ability to his elder brother became a little vague.

The middle-aged Death God listened and his expression suddenly became serious. He looked into Rukia's eyes and said word by word: "For world peace!"

"For this dream, I studied hard and graduated from Maou Academy. Since I didn't have much talent, I worked several times harder than an average person. For this, I joined the 13th Division."

"The Thirteenth Division has a different function. As the Soul Burial Division, we come into contact with more ordinary souls. We complete their unfulfilled wishes and make up for the regrets of the souls in their lifetime. This is the purpose of Soul Burial."

After saying this, he raised the Zanpakuto in his hand: "I hate this bloody world, but I also love the rising sun. One day, I will put down my weapon and embrace this world."

At this time, Rukia Kuchiki was standing there in a daze, she had thought of countless answers, but she had never thought that her senior would answer like this.

At this moment, she felt like there were countless words stuck in her throat, but she couldn't find any words or sentences to express them.

The middle-aged Grim Reaper reached out and stroked Rukia's head, with a kindness in his eyes that did not belong to his age group: "Child, we are all very sad about what happened to Haiyan. Don't indulge in sadness and hatred. You are still young and have unlimited possibilities like the rising sun."

"Senior Haiyan doesn't want you to sink into grief and hatred."

After saying this, the middle-aged Grim Reaper suddenly laughed, with a complicated expression, one that contained sadness, nostalgia, and it was hard to explain, and perhaps a hint of envy.

Rukia heard the other party mention Haiyan Senior: "Senior is good friends with Haiyan Senior?"

"Well, we often have drinks together."

"Okay, let's stop talking. You should have a good rest. That boy should be your companion. He was able to deal with the rampaging Killian for so long. It's true that heroes emerge from young people."

After saying this, he looked at the runaway Killian with a cold look in his eyes. The Hollow in front of him, even if it was the lowest level, had strength that was completely beyond the records in the data.

Based on past experience, it would not be long before he was promoted to Achukas. By then, how many lives in Soul Society would be affected?

So, it must die.

He leaped up with his Zanpakutō in hand and joined the battle.

Rukia looked at the thin figure of her senior, which was as small as an ant compared to Killian. In the dim light, it was this thin figure that rose higher and higher in her mind, tearing a hole in the shadow that shrouded her.

Perhaps it's because I haven't seen the sun for a long time, so the sunlight became dazzling.

Rukia stood up with difficulty, keeping an eye on Renji and his seniors.

However, the mask of this runaway Killian was extremely hard, and Renci was unable to break it off for a long time. Although his life was not in danger, he could not bear the long-term consumption of spiritual pressure.

However, Rukia was impressed by the senior's strength. Although he had not awakened his Zanpakuto, he had already practiced his flash steps and slashing techniques to an extremely high level.

He seemed calm, relaxed and at ease as he moved dodging and evading.

In this way, the runaway Killian couldn't attack, and Renci and his senior couldn't break the defense, so the two sides were in a stalemate.

After a while, the middle-aged Grim Reaper saw that he could not take the city down after a long attack, and thought that this was not a solution, and he had to come up with a countermeasure. When everyone's spiritual pressure was exhausted, this encirclement and suppression would be declared a failure.

He became furious and sped up suddenly. Before the runaway Killian could react, he used his Zanpakuto to chop him on the forehead.

I heard a dull knocking sound next to my ears, and felt a little disappointed, thinking that it still didn't work.

His eyes subconsciously looked towards the other person's forehead, and he suddenly realized something. After confirming it again, his pupils suddenly dilated, and a joy called victory ignited.

What caught the eye was a hair-thin crack appearing on the forehead, which looked abrupt and fatal.

At this moment, a huge black abyss appeared under his feet, and two rows of grim teeth could be easily seen.

"Hey." The middle-aged Grim Reaper dodged easily.

"Young man, pay attention to my attack. I will only attack one point."

Renci didn't understand why, so he replied, "Yes."

"O Lord! The mask of flesh and blood, the myriad things, the things that take flight with the name of humanity! The heat and strife, the seas that roll back to the south, march forward! The thirty-one red cannons that break the way!"

A fireball shot out from the palm of his hand and hit the forehead of the runaway Killian at an extremely fast speed.

The runaway Killian felt pain, stepped back, and let out a long, sharp howl.

The middle-aged Death God used all his strength to fully chant the Red Fire Cannon. His body suddenly felt exhausted. He didn't care about anything else at this time and shouted loudly: "Take advantage of now."

Renci didn't understand at this point, so he quickly retracted the retracted Snake Tail Ball, poured all his spiritual pressure into it, veins bulged in his arms, and shouted, "Roar, Snake Tail Ball."

The snake tail ball suddenly rushed towards the forehead of the runaway Killian like a yellow dragon.

"Boom." The runaway Killian, who had not yet stood firm, was once again attacked by Snake Tail Ball with all his strength. His body shook and he almost fell down.

The cracks on the forehead, which were originally only thin, quickly spread and gradually cracked.

"Rukia, take this opportunity." Renji hurriedly shouted to Rukia. Now his and the middle-aged Shinigami's spiritual pressure was almost exhausted, and they could no longer launch powerful attacks.

Rukia did not dare to delay. She endured the physical fatigue and quickly came to the front of the runaway Killian.

The tip of the Shirayuki blade in his hand was pointed at the rampaging Killian, and he sang: "Dance, Shirayuki."

"The second dance, White Ripple."

A chill as cold as an avalanche gushed out from the sword of Sode Shirayuki, wrapping up the runaway Killian who had nowhere to hide, turning him into a huge ice sculpture.

The unconscious ice sculpture then fell backwards and hit the ground heavily, its body shattered into countless ice cubes that scattered all over the ground.

It became.

Renji and the middle-aged Shinigami walked towards Rukia, and then the three of them smiled at each other, feeling indescribably happy.

Renji looked at the red bandage on Rukia's arm with concern, and asked with a little unnaturalness: "Is the injury serious?"

Rukia's breath caught in her throat and she lowered her head, not knowing how to answer.

The middle-aged Shinigami noticed the awkwardness between the two and tried to smooth things over with a smile: "You are all amazing. When I was your age, I would probably still be struggling in Maou Academy."

Rukia suddenly thought of something and looked up and asked, "Senior, we are in the same team, why haven't I seen you before?"