"We'll have to trouble Vice-Captain Matsumoto and Third Seat Hitsugaya."
Sensing the extremely icy spiritual pressure beside him, a bead of cold sweat appeared on Omaeda's forehead.
Who didn't know by now that the Tenth Division's third seat was a genius who could use Bankai?
Given the current state of the Second Division, there was no one who could stand up to him.
And considering the present condition of the Gotei 13, plus the fact that the Shihoin family had already declined, it was very possible that Hitsugaya would become his next captain. There was no way he could afford not to take this seriously.
After Omaeda cautiously led the Tenth Division personnel away, the ruins of Central 46 suddenly felt much more spacious.
It was at this moment that an excited voice suddenly rang out:
"Hahaha! Where's the enemy? Hurry up and let me fight!"
The tall, bloodthirsty figure of Zaraki Kenpachi came charging in from afar out of nowhere.
This made Mayuri Kurotsuchi, who had hesitated for a while and was about to request permission from Rosse to search the battlefield himself, snort coldly and abandon the idea of stepping forward at this time.
Although he very much wanted to quickly collect the residual spiritual pressure of Captain-Commander Yamamoto and those few powerful figures, he still had the patience to wait a little.
With spiritual pressure as terrifying as theirs, it would not dissipate even after a few days. There was no need to rush.
"You're really a bit late, Captain Zaraki," Rosse glanced at Zaraki Kenpachi. Earlier he had felt that something was missing. Turns out it was this brute who hadn't shown up.
If Zaraki Kenpachi had been there just now, he probably would have completely ignored the gap in strength, charged straight in, and then been easily slashed into a severe injury by the Shutara Rosse was controlling.
"Tch! Looking at you, the fight's probably already over."
Zaraki Kenpachi cursed in boredom, resting his zanpakuto on his shoulder.
Just one look at the scene was enough for him to know he had missed an interesting battle.
Feeling uninterested, he didn't bother with the Shinigami still busy cleaning up the battlefield at all, turned around, and left directly.
"Sorry! Little Ten... If you ever needs us, just let us know anytime!"
Yachiru, clinging to Zaraki Kenpachi's back, turned her head with a grin and shouted to Rosse, before disappearing together with Zaraki into the distance.
"Little Ten? Is that because I'm the captain of the Tenth Division? That nickname is really strange."
Rosse shook his head with a laugh and didn't pay any mind to the two who had left.
He wasn't about to argue with a brute and a child. In his original plans, those two hadn't been part of things anyway.
As long as they didn't stay behind and cause trouble, that was more than enough.
Under his command, in about an hour, the battlefield from this fight and most of the follow-up matters were basically taken care of.
The remaining issues were not things that could be resolved in a short time.
Just whether Captain-Commander Yamamoto would be able to wake up within a few days was already a big question mark.
After finishing up, it was already close to midnight.
Out of humanitarian concern, Rosse chose to head to the Fourth Division, where Captain-Commander Yamamoto was currently lying.
After entering the Fourth Division, Rosse did not sense any of the Squad Zero members.
However, he knew very well that as early as an hour ago, those few had already left Soul Society and gone to the Royal Palace.
Whether they went to seek support or simply to report back was unclear.
"How is the Captain-Commander doing right now?"
Rosse arrived outside Captain-Commander Yamamoto's ward. Ukitake Jushiro and Kyoraku Shunsui were guarding his bedside, while Unohana was not present.
However, judging from Captain-Commander Yamamoto's already bandaged body, Unohana's task had clearly been completed.
Her absence now likely meant she had gone to treat others.
The final strike from Captain-Commander Yamamoto alone, just from its aftershock, was enough to affect most of Seireitei. Although much of that aftershock had been expended when the Bankai space shattered, even being grazed by it was enough for an ordinary Shinigami, or even a seated officer, to lose half their life.
Leaving aside those who died, there were especially many severely injured patients today with lost arms and legs.
"The old man's surface injuries have all recovered, but the Saketsu(Chain of Fate) and Hakusui(Soul Sleep) were pierced. There's no way to repair that using conventional methods," Kyoraku Shunsui spoke bitterly.
The Saketsu and Hakusui were the two crucial parts where a Shinigami stored reishi. Once those were damaged, even condensing spiritual pressure became impossible.
In other words, if unconventional methods were not used, even if Captain-Commander Yamamoto woke up, he would be crippled.
"Doesn't Squad Zero have any treatment methods?", Rosse frowned and asked.
He remembered that Kirinji's healing hot springs could save someone as long as they still had a breath left. This level of injury for Captain-Commander Yamamoto should not have been a problem.
He actually rather hoped that Captain-Commander Yamamoto would go to the Royal Palace. If he could be strengthened even a little, that would be even better.
After spending so many days in the world of the Shinigami, Rosse had more or less figured out the rules of this world.
Just like his own world, the power of the world was conserved.
However, this world had been created by an SSS-level powerhouse, so its total energy was somewhat greater than that of his own world.
But even if it was greater, it was still limited.
Every bit of power possessed by an SS-level powerhouse would cause the Soul King's strength to decrease by the same amount.
Once the world's powerhouses completely drained the Soul King's strength, then in order to maintain the stability of the world, a new Soul King would be needed as a pillar.
And when Yhwach and Kurosaki Ichigo appeared later, those two would be treated by the monk as candidates for the Soul King.
What Rosse needed to do was very simple: weaken the Soul King's power in advance, letting it be consumed on its own while at the same time allowing his own world to devour the other's power.
All the Shinigami-world energy devoured by his world was continuously returned to him, transforming into new energy within his body.
In this world, he had not chosen to increase his strength through killing, but his growth in power was by no means slow.
At this point, purely in terms of total spiritual pressure, he had already reached SS-level, and was not far from SS+.
That meant that whether it was his soul or his physical body, he was now essentially without weaknesses and on the verge of reaching the peak.
"There really is a healing hot spring on Kirinji's side, but if we want to use it, we have to submit an application to the Soul King. The Squad Zero members have already gone back to apply," Kyoraku Shunsui said with a stifled expression.
Who among them wasn't an old hand of Soul Society? How could they not know the current state of the Soul King?
Calling it reporting to the Soul King, wasn't that just discussing it with that monk?
What's more, Kyoraku Shunsui was not optimistic about the final outcome.
With that monk's personality, he was afraid that in the end, Captain-Commander Yamamoto would be abandoned and a new Captain-Commander chosen instead.
After all, Captain-Commander Yamamoto's defeat was already a fact.
And there was another very important point: Captain-Commander Yamamoto's relationship with Squad Zero was not particularly good, especially with that monk.
The principles the two held could be said to be worlds apart.
It was only because one was in the heavens and the other on the earth, each minding their own business, that they had managed to coexist peacefully.
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