The next day, early morning.
After a night of rest, everyone had a rough breakfast meal. They bid farewell to the enthusiastic Jidanbo and prepared to leave for the outskirts of Rukongai.
According to Nemu, their purpose of this trip was to find a person. The Master of Fireworks in Rukongai was also one of the former four great nobles, but now the Shiba Clan had already declined.
The four great nobles of Soul Society, it was said that since the age of Soul King, the five families had already existed, and they held most of Soul Society's rights. Their status was only second to a few people in the entire Soul Society, as well as those royal families.
However, thousands of years ago, in the bloody battle with the Quincy clan, the elites of the five great nobles were almost dead and wounded. One family was completely destroyed, one family was in decline, and the remaining two big families were no longer as powerful as they were in the past.
In the current Gotei 13th Division, there are only six divisions belonging to the four great nobles. Among the other twelve divisions, most of the captains are from civilian birth, and they limit the rights of nobles to a great extent.
But even so, the biggest right of Soul Society was still in the hands of those nobles, and the central 46 they established was a large parliament that was above the Division, which could release laws, trial criminals, appointment or dismissal captains.
When the rest of the people expressed their open eyes, only Natasha frowned and found some problems. "But the power of the central forty-sixth room is so great. Do you have no objection to the spirit king and royal family?"
Barton also thought of this problem and added, "Yes, aren't the rights of these nobles a little too great?"
"The right of the central forty-sixth room is absolutely inviolable in Soul Society's eyes." Nemu did not deny this, but admitted it in a disguised way.
"What about the Spirit King and the royal family?" Natasha asked curiously, "Soul Society's social structure should be more like an ancient centralized system. Don't they have any objections?"
In front of them, Nemu suddenly stopped. He was silent for a few seconds with his back to the crowd. Then, he said slowly in an unknown tone, "The Spirit King and the Royal Family have disappeared for a long time."
Now, everyone finally understood.
No wonder the central forty-sixth room could hold up the sky in Soul Society's hands. It turned out that the Spirit King and the royal family had long disappeared. That was why the power of the nobles was so great that it was unimaginable.
"Disappear." A light flashed in Natasha's mind, and she suddenly had a thought. "Is it because of the Thousand Year Blood War?"
"No."
Nemu shook her head, her little face a little confused. She sighed, "In fact, before the Thousand Year Blood War, the Spirit King and the Royal Family had already disappeared. Otherwise, we would not have lost so miserably."
Everyone looked at each other.
It seemed that there was a more shocking secret hidden behind this matter than they had imagined.
As he spoke, Nemu pointed to a black chimney not far ahead, as well as a tattered wooden house. She said, "This is the place we are looking for, the base of the Shiba Clan."
"Eh. Are you sure that this is the base of the four great nobles, Soul Society?" Peter opened his mouth, somewhat unable to believe that this broken place was actually the place where the nobles lived.
The others also revealed a thick expression of doubt. In front of them, there was no shelter from the rain or the wind. A few pieces of broken wooden boards were randomly put together, and a broken house that could be stepped on with a kick was comparable to the cardboard house built by the homeless people in the United States. Was it really the base of the Shiba Clan?
Even the declined nobles would not live in this broken place, right? This was not to the point of falling!
"It's here."
Nemu rolled her eyes and confirmed again, "Kūkaku Shiba likes to wander around, so they don't care about the quality of their residence. Anyway, they won't stay in one place for long."
"Hey, isn't this little Nemu?"
A woman dressed in revealing clothes with a white ribbon wrapped around her head was sitting cross-legged outside the door, smoking a pipe. "We haven't seen each other for decades. Why are you suddenly free to look for me?"
"I have something to ask you for help."
Nemu got straight to the point and said, "Kūkaku, let me borrow your cannon and shoot us into Seireitei."
Shoot... Us...?
Everyone suddenly looked a little strange. This was the second way that Nemu said?
"What are you going there for?" Kukaku took a puff of his pipe and frowned.
"To save a person."
Nemu had no intention of hiding it and said straightforwardly, "That guy is very important to brother. He is imprisoned in the central 46 and will probably be sentenced to death. So we must save him."
"I know the guy you are talking about."
Kukaku nodded slightly and said while smoking a pipe, "It is said that he secretly stole death god's power and was imprisoned in the Tower of Penitence. I don't know how he was executed, but are you sure you want to save him?"
"Yes."
Kukaku knocked on the smoke pot in her hand and looked up with a smile that was not a smile, as if he was mocking their overconfidence. "With just these few people, you dare to go to the Tower of Penitence to save people. Is your brain broken?"
"How do you know that it is not possible?"
Peter was young and angry. Seeing that someone was mocking him, he immediately could not calm down. He immediately retorted, "No matter how powerful those captains are, it doesn't mean that we have no chance at all!"
"Hahahaha. Little Nemu, where did you find this silly guy?" Kūkaku was stunned for a few seconds, then could not help laughing. She looked at Peter and said, "Little boy, courage does not represent strength."
Peter was about to argue with her, but Steve grabbed him and shook his head, signaling him to stop talking.
"Kūkaku, stop talking nonsense."
Nemu said lightly, "A word, help, or not?"
"Yes, of course, I have to help!"
Kūkaku smiled and slowly got up from the ground. She said, "The one I hate most in my life is death god. I am eager for you to find trouble with them. Isn't it just Seireitei? It is a small matter!"
Nemu's dignified look relaxed and said, "We don't have much time, so can we start as soon as possible?"
Kong He raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure you don't need to train in advance?"
Nemu pondered for a moment and said, "As long as we can land safely, the rough method is acceptable."
"A bit rough is fine too?"
Kūkaku nodded slightly and made a gesture of understanding. He said, "Don't worry, I guarantee that you will land successfully."
The two of them spoke one after another, deciding the fate of everyone present. They did not give them a chance to refute and finalized the next plan.
"Here, take this thing."
Kūkaku searched through the broken house, took out a crystal ball and threw it to everyone, and then explained, "Everyone put your hands on it and try to input the same stability as Spiritual Power. This will form a protective film, like the shell of a cannonball, protecting you inside."
"The outer wall of Seireitei is made up of murderous stone, which will form an invisible circular shield that can decompose all Reishi composition, so if you want to go in, you must rely on my family's special fireworks shells."
"Next, I will shoot you to Seireitei as a shell, and then rely on the shell wall formed by this layer of Reishi to send you into Seireitei."
"Uh.. In fact, I think there is no need to be so anxious. Why don't we get familiar with each other first?" Peter shrank his neck and said with some fear.
The appearance of the other people, seems to be hesitant, ejecting them into Seireitei on the spot, this idea does not sound very reliable.
"It doesn't matter, believe me!"
Kūkaku patted her chest and guaranteed: "I, Kūkaku, is the most famous fireworks master in Rukongai, a mere Seireitei outer wall, can be penetrated for you to see!"
"That..."
Peter raised his hand and asked weakly, "Can I trouble you to ask what would happen if something happened to Spiritual Power, who we sent out halfway, or if the artillery shell did not break through the protective wall?"
"Probably.. will it turn into fireworks?"
Kūkaku thought for a moment and added, "A huge, gorgeous firework that can make the entire Soul Society see in the day."
Everyone's faces turned pale in an instant.
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Boom!
Murderous stone protective wall above Seireitei. Was suddenly hit by a huge fireball, causing layers of ripples visible to the naked eye, instantly attracting countless gods of death to look up.
Then.
The fireball slowly squeezed into the protective wall. Finally, after completely breaking through the defense, it turned into several flame streams and scattered, shooting in all directions of Seireitei.
"The disaster.. The disaster is invading!"
"Quickly pull the alarm, the disaster is invading Seireitei. All death god follow those lights and quickly catch this group of disaster!"
In 5th Division.
Aizen looked at the flowing light outside the room, the corner of his lips slightly outlined a curve, and there was a hint of ridicule in his smile.
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