From the Void King To the Ghost Swordsman of the Light of the Beginning

[Character: Natalia Hueller]

[Template: Jianzong]

【Level: 50】

[Experience Points: 5000/8000]

"You can't... just treat one more favorably than another, right?"

After seeing Aizen 'rescue' Natalia, Kahn smiled slightly

Of course Natalia is his clone, the 'Sword Rider' clone opened with a fragment of the Spirit King, and also... a clone that entered Lan Ran's side.

He has already seen the future where Aizen Soyousuke will enter Billmark. Although it is said that the mirror can deceive the omniscient, but now Kahn has entered the ranks of "transcendents", and the gap between himself and Aizen's spiritual pressure is huge. , and he still calculated Aizen's future with ease.

"Ai Ran has already appeared on the stage of Jinglingting, really... I can't wait for the future."

………………

The fire is spreading in the deep mountains, and the blazing fire is burning sin, and it is also burning time...

Time flies, in the world of long-lived species, one year or two is really not a long time, and it took a hundred years in the blink of an eye from the dark jihad to make everyone gradually forget the grief of the past.

Although the investigation of the pretenders may continue for hundreds of years and thousands of years, but after losing Ozma, the pretenders are no longer the main enemy.

Reaper and Xu returned to their original state again, hostile but not completely hostile.

And in this state, a strange thing happened...

The captain of the 11th squad, Yachienryu Kenpachi also submitted an application to the 46th room for team transfer!

"Captain!" Tsukiyashiki, the vice-captain of the 11th squad, was puzzled. He said emotionally, "Why did you leave the 11th squad? Only you can deserve the name 'Kenpachi'!"

Yachi-ryu, who was packing up her things, didn't stop, she took off the captain Haori, who symbolized the 11th squad, and said at the same time

"This is exactly the world of impermanence. As the god of death, I fight with the power of nothingness. Those people in the forty-six room will not be at ease."

"But... but the captain has been guarding the court for hundreds of years, and he has given his all in the dark jihad! How can those fat pigs question the qualifications of the captain!" Tsukiyashiki couldn't accept it, he said loudly

"What's more, where will the captain go after leaving the 11th team?!"

"Go to the fourth team."

"Oh? It's actually the fourth team?! Could it be... the urban legend spread by Jinglingting that 'the captain of the fourth team, Unohana Retsu, and the captain of the eleventh team, Yaqianliu, are sisters' is true?! "

The appearance of the two is extremely similar, and many Shinigami of the new generation don't know the past of Unohana, so there is this rumor.

"A boring story." Yaqianliu said flatly, "If you have the time, just swing the knife 10,000 times."

"……team leader……"

"Also, from today onwards, I am not your captain, nor 'Kenpachi'." Yachiliu smiled suddenly, and then said to Tsukiyashiki

"You are."

"What?!" Tsukiyashiki's eyes widened, "Why me?!"

"Have you reached the point where you can siege it? Keiyashiki, don't be afraid of the power of your siege. Zanpakutō is your heart. Accept him."

"I... still can't accept it."

"People... have to grow. Didn't Jingle Shunsui and Ukitake Shishiro also become captains? You and Jingle are at the same time and also friends? Work hard, let yourself truly match the two "Kenpachi" word."

Although from the very beginning...

Jianba is destined to have nothing to do with them...

The real selection of Jianba only lies in the two battles hundreds of years later.

Unohana and Saraki, Yachiryu and the winner among them...

………………

On the flat road, there was the brisk sound of horseshoes.

Looking through the window of the carriage, looking at the wide Jinglingting Avenue and the bustling crowd, Mo Chengshuang couldn't help feeling a little envious.

"Shuangye"

The cold voice interrupted Mocheng Shuangye's thoughts, startled him, and he hurriedly adjusted his posture.

Looking back, as expected, my mother was looking at me with stern eyes, seeming to be full of reproach.

"How many times have I told you to maintain a correct posture here. If you sit crookedly like this, you will be despised by real nobles."

Mother's brows were slightly frowned, and her words were full of fast-paced anxiety, but she tried her best to eliminate this anxiety, trying to make herself look graceful and decent.

But Mocheng only saw nondescript, as ridiculous as a clown.

But he can understand...

The Mocheng family was originally a low-level nobleman. The ancestors used martial arts to win the noble status for the descendants, but the descendants only know how to enjoy themselves.

Such behavior is neither accepted nor recognized by the New World.

Especially with the rise of the emerging merchant class, lower-level nobles like the Mocheng family are the hardest hit by this new class.

The merchants look down on the lower-level nobles who are like shabby households, and the upper-level nobles also look down on the lower-level nobles who need to sell their properties to barely maintain the dignity of the nobles.

Especially, the lower-level nobles who choose to do business...

The Mocheng family only jumped into the wave after the rise of the colorless crystal block, barely catching up with the bottom line, and earned a lot of wealth through this, at least they didn't need to sell their properties like other colleagues.

But because they went into business in person, they were even looked down upon by those poor and settled nobles.

Mole City Shuangye was born in such a family.

"No matter what, you must not do anything that affects your father's career, do you understand what I mean?"

The mother longed to integrate into the real aristocratic class, but the long-term business has long given the Mole City family a market atmosphere.

Mocheng Shuangye nodded mechanically, he had heard what his mother said dozens of times.

In Noble Street, people wear high-end clothes, and they are as mighty as the warriors who went out and defeated Ozma in person. The carriages that shine like gems when walking on ordinary streets are as dilapidated as stones that can be seen everywhere here.

"It's so boring..."

Obviously they have already embarked on a different path, but they still try their best to squeeze into the class that dislikes themselves, and waste the money they have earned so hard to maintain the so-called "aristocratic etiquette". Nobles look down upon it, right?

With that in mind, he once again looked outside the carriage.

Then he froze for a moment, because he saw a rough man with a style completely different from that of aristocrats running past at a speed that surpassed the carriage.

For an instant, he turned his head back, and then had a brief eye contact with himself.

Moucheng Shuang also saw it, the captain of the 11th squad behind the man running past, Haori...

"Hmph, you're just a barbarian in the 11th team. If you want to become a real noble in the future, you must not join the 13th team."

My mother seemed to have seen it too, so the chattering words began to torture my ears again...