"You have only been a member of the Gotei Thirteen for a short time. There are some things that you cannot empathize with. One day, you will understand."
Lucia blurted out at this time: "Senior, why did you become the God of Death?"
Questions like this happen every day in Soul Society, but there are thousands of people there, and there is no accurate answer.
Even Rukia's original purpose of joining the advance team was just to improve herself and avenge Haiyan-senpai.
But when he first became a Shinigami, his idea of protecting his sister and proving his ability to his elder brother was a bit vague.
After hearing this, the middle-aged Shinigami suddenly became serious. He looked into Lucia's eyes and said word by word: "For world peace!"
"For this dream, I studied hard and graduated from Zhenyang Academy. Although my talent was not high, I worked several times as hard as ordinary people. For this reason, I joined the 13th Division."
"The functions of the Thirteenth Squadron are different. As the Soul Burial Squadron, they come into contact with more ordinary souls. They fulfill their unfinished wishes and make up for the regrets of the souls during their lifetime. This is the purpose of Soul Burial."
After speaking, he raised the Zanpakutō in his hand: "I hate this world full of blood, but I also love the rising sun. One day, I will put down the weapons in my hands and embrace this world."
At this time, Kuchiki Rukia was already stunned on the spot. She had thought of countless answers, but she never thought that her senior would answer like this.
At this time, she felt that there were countless words stuck in her throat, but she could not find any words or sentences to express them.
The middle-aged God of Death reached out and stroked Lucia's head, his eyes showing a kindness that was not for his age: "Child, we are all very heartbroken by what happened to Haiyan. Don't be immersed in sadness and hatred. You are still young, just like the rising sun.
Like the sun, it has infinite possibilities.”
"Senior Haiyan doesn't want you to sink into grief and hatred."
After saying that, the middle-aged God of Death suddenly laughed, with a complicated expression that included sadness, nostalgia, and unclear reasons, perhaps mixed with a hint of envy.
Lucia heard the other party mention Haiyan-senpai: "Senior and Haiyan-senpai are good friends?"
"Well, we often have wine together."
"Okay, let's not talk anymore. You have a good rest. That boy should be your companion. He can deal with the violent Killian for so long. He is indeed a hero."
After saying that, he looked at the violent Killian with a cold look in his eyes. The Daxu in front of him, even at the lowest level, had completely exceeded the records in the data.
Based on past experience, it is estimated that it will not be long before he is promoted to Achiukas, and how many lives in Soul Society will be affected by then.
Therefore, it must die.
He leaped up with his Zanpakutō and joined the battle group.
Lucia looked at the senior's thin figure, which was as small as an ant compared with Killian. In the haze, it was this thin figure that gradually rose up in her mind, tearing a hole in the shadow that shrouded her.
Maybe it was because I hadn't seen the sun for a long time, but it was dazzling.
Rukia stood up with difficulty, always paying attention to the situation of Renji and her seniors.
However, the mask of this violent Killian was extremely hard, and Renji could not attack it for a long time. Although it was not life-threatening, the long-term consumption of spiritual pressure was still too much.
However, Rukia was impressed by the senior's strength. Although he had not awakened his Zanpakutō, he had already practiced Shunpo and slicing techniques to a very high level.
When moving and dodging, it looks like the wind is light and the clouds are calm, comfortable and unrestrained.
Just like this, Killian was unable to attack, and Renji and his seniors were unable to break through their defenses. The two sides were in a stalemate like this.
After a while, the middle-aged Shinigami saw that he could not attack for a long time, and thought that there was no way to go on like this. He had to come up with a countermeasure. When everyone's spiritual pressure was exhausted, the encirclement and suppression was declared a failure.
He felt fierce in his heart, and his figure suddenly moved forward. Before the violent Killian could react, his Zanpakutō struck the opponent's forehead with all his strength.
There was a dull knocking sound in my ears, and I was a little disappointed, thinking that it still couldn'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 his eye was a crack as thin as a hair appearing on his forehead, which looked abrupt and fatal.
At this time, a huge black abyss appeared at his feet, and two rows of formidable teeth could be easily seen.
"Hey." The middle-aged God of Death dodged easily.
"Young man, pay attention to my attack, just attack one point."
Renji didn't know why, so he replied: "Yes."
"O King! Masks of flesh and blood, all things, flying high, bearing the name of mankind! Heat and strife, rolling southward across the sea, marching forward! The thirty-one red cannons that break the path!"
A ball of fire shot out from the palm of his hand and hit the violent Killian on the forehead at an extremely fast speed.
The rampaging Killian felt pain, his body fell back, and he let out a sharp scream.
The middle-aged God of Death used all his strength to fully chant the Red Fire Cannon. His body suddenly felt exhausted. At this time, he could no longer care about so many things and shouted loudly: "Take advantage of the moment."
Renji didn't understand yet. He quickly retracted the telescopic Shebimaru, injected all the spiritual pressure into his body, and the veins on his arms stood out, and shouted: "Roar, Shebimaru."
Shebimaru suddenly rushed towards the violent Killian's forehead like a yellow dragon.
"Boom." The rampaging Killian, who had not yet regained his footing, was once again attacked by Shebimaru with all his strength. His body was swaying and he was about to fall down.
The cracks on my forehead that were originally only thin lines quickly spread and gradually cracked.
"Rukia, take advantage of the moment." Renji hurriedly shouted to Rukia. Now he and the middle-aged Shinigami had almost run out of spiritual pressure and could no longer use powerful attacks.
Lucia didn't dare to neglect, she resisted the fatigue caused by her body, and quickly came to the violent Killian.
The tip of the Shou Shirayuki sword in his hand was pointed at the violent Killian, and he chanted: "Ling Wu, Shou Shirayuki."
"Second Dance·Bai Lian."
An avalanche-like coldness spewed out from Sode Shirayuki's sword, wrapping the rampaging Kilian safely and turning him into a giant ice sculpture.
The unconscious ice sculpture then fell backwards and fell heavily to the ground. Its body broke into countless pieces of ice and scattered all over the ground.
It’s done.
Renji and the middle-aged Shinigami walked towards Rukia, and then the three of them looked at each other and smiled with indescribable joy.
Renji looked worriedly at the red bandage on Lucia's arm, and asked a little unnaturally: "Is the injury serious?"
Lucia took a breath and lowered her head, not knowing how to answer.
The middle-aged Shinigami saw the awkwardness between the two of them and smoothed things over with a smile: "You are all so awesome. When I was your age, I was probably still struggling at Zhenyang Academy."
Lucia suddenly thought of something, raised her head and asked, "Senior, we are all in the same squad, why haven't I seen you before?"