boom.

Just when Uryu Ishida was about to take action, the Shinigami who was holding on to Orihime Inoue was hit on the head and fell to the ground.

Aren't these people this guy's helpers?

Ishida Uryu and Inoue Orihime looked at each other with the same confusion in their eyes.

Before the two of them could react, they heard the Death Gods coming forward to ask questions in concern.

"It was really dangerous just now. Are you two okay? You unexpectedly met this guy who was drunk and suspicious of his companions."

"Yeah, this guy drank too much, are you guys hurt?"

"No, we were not injured! Um...thank you..."

Inoue Orihime answered hesitantly, but she still had some doubts in her heart.

Even so, you shouldn't knock someone to the ground with a stick, right?

"Haha, thank you. We are all from the 12th Division, so we should help each other! These guys from the 11th Division are always at odds with us. It's really disgusting."

"Is...is that so?"

Inoue Orihime smiled awkwardly.

"That's right, it's normal for people to forget to bring a knife when they're nervous. We're not a combat unit, don't you think so?"

"Yeah yeah!"

"..."

On the side, Ishida Uryu frowned slightly while listening to the conversation between these guys and Inoue.

Something's wrong, think about it carefully... It's too strange to come out to help us out in this situation, right? Judging from what these guys just said, it's obvious that they have heard clearly the conversation between the two of us and the god of death lying on the ground.

I even heard that I forgot to bring my knife. Wasn’t that what I was hearing from the beginning!?

If that's the case...then this group of people should have heard what the two of us were pretending to be the 11th Squadron!

The two of us were obviously wearing the clothes of the 12th Division, but saying that we were from the 11th Division was obviously suspicious. There was no way these people would help us.

trap!

Almost instantly, Ishida Uryu realized something was wrong. He rushed towards the crowd and roared to Inoue Orihime who was in the crowd: "Inoue! Run! There is--"

boom--

Before Uryū Ishida could finish shouting, an explosion sounded. Blood mist enveloped everyone in an instant.

"Forehead?"

Standing on the outer edge of the explosion range, a young-looking Grim Reaper dazedly touched the blood on his face, unable to recover from the sudden explosion.

"How...ah? Um?"

He had no idea what was going on.

Just now... was the body of his innermost companion self-destructing?

"How...how could this happen!?"

He backed away in fear, "How could it be...ooohhhhhhhhhh! Captain! Captain Nirvana! Is this different from what you said before!?"

Looking at the captain standing in the distance looking at him and others with a strange smile on his face, his heart was instantly filled with despair.

That's right, the one who asked them to step forward to rescue and surround the two travelers was their captain, Nirvana.

But this is different from what was promised. How could it suddenly turn into such a bloody scene?

"Team...Captain!?"

Boom——

The explosions continue.

Seeing his companions' flesh explode into blood mist one by one, he tried to retreat back to his captain as if running for his life.

But when he raised his head, he suddenly discovered what their captain was holding in his hand.

That's the detonator.

how so?

The young man's mind was filled with despair and doubt.

After graduating from the Shino Spiritual Academy, he took three team entrance tests and failed them all. After finally passing the fourth test, he successfully entered the Gotei 13 Team and was assigned to the 12th Division where he is now.

In fact, he wanted to go to the fifth team where Hinamori-senpai was, but his grades were not good enough and there was nothing he could do.

However, only 20 days after joining the team, a once-in-a-millennium invasion occurred. He thought there might be a turning point, because he heard that those who caught these travelers would be eligible for special promotions. As long as he became a chief officer, he might have a chance.

Choose the team you want to go to.

But as a newcomer, such opportunities are indeed slim.

Just when he was about to give up, the captain summoned them today. It seemed that he had some special task to give them.

The content of the mission is to try to stabilize these people once they find a traveler disguised as the Grim Reaper, go up to them and say hello cordially, and take them back to the team building.

This is a good opportunity. Although it is dangerous for a newcomer with little ability to approach these terrible travel disasters, as long as you are careful, you should still be able to complete the task. As long as you can complete this task, maybe promotion is not a dream.

At that time, he was still a little curious as to how such a good thing could happen to him, a newcomer with poor grades.

Now he finally understands...

Why were these newcomers who were hired despite poor grades deliberately assigned to the twelfth division of technology research and development? It wasn't because they didn't need strength to engage in scientific research, but because all of this was controlled by the person in front of them.

It's just that this person needs a test subject that he can use at will.

demon.

Looking at the strange man in front of him, the young man's eyes were full of despair.

"This is not right."

Nirvana's ruthless voice was like a whisper from hell, "How can we escape? How can there be any reason to run back after throwing a bomb?"

As he spoke, his finger on the detonator button slowly pressed down, with a cruel smile on his face.

boom--

The world seemed to suddenly become cleaner.

Looking at the beautiful red scene in front of him, a satisfied smile appeared on Nie Shuli's face.

This is great. It not only tests the power of the new bomb, but also solves the problem of travel disaster. It is perfect.

But……

When the blood mist gradually dissipated, Nie Yuli saw clearly what was in the center of the mess, but was stunned.

"This is……"

Nirvana's pupils shrank sharply.

In front of his eyes was a pyramid-shaped light curtain. The surrounding ground had been riddled with holes by powerful bombs, but this light curtain was still intact.

No, what surprised him was actually not the light curtain itself, but the spiritual pressure gradually rising within it.

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Despair, helplessness, anger, sadness.

The sudden rise of powerful spiritual pressure seemed to be full of such emotions. At this moment, almost the entire Seireitei could feel such spiritual pressure. This spiritual pressure seemed to be similar to that emitted by any Shinigami they had ever seen.

It's different. After all, spiritual pressure normally can only give people a sense of oppression, but at this moment, the spiritual pressure rising from an unknown person does not make people feel oppressive. It seems to only affect emotions.

"Weird, why are you crying?"

The still weak Shinigami even began to burst into tears unconsciously.

"No... I don't know... I always feel sad."

The tearful Shinigami all looked in the same direction.

That's where this spiritual pressure rises.

They seemed to be able to empathize with the person emitting this spiritual pressure, feeling her despair, helplessness, sadness, anger... and the compassion that moved people.

Why is she crying? For whom is she sad and despairing? For whom is she angry?

What kind of kind person is this?

"well……"

There was a helpless sigh from the Fourth Division prison.

"you you you you you……!?"

Hanatarō Yamada, who was being treated for an injured traveler, stepped back in horror as if he had seen a ghost.

Because the man in front of him who was clearly seriously injured and covered in blood actually sighed and sat up as if nothing had happened!

"Is this the Fourth Division?"
To be continued...