Yamamoto had heard that several Captain had "rebelled" and had rushed to the Squad One Barracks, wanting to understand the situation.
On his way, he had secretly speculated.
He wondered if his young disciple had acted recklessly, using the Captain-Commander's authority to do something excessive, thereby incurring the wrath of the Captain.
However, when he arrived, he heard such earth-shattering news.
This disciple really gave him a big surprise!
Yamamoto's eye twitched involuntarily.
Attacking Central 46, what did that mean?
That was the Seireitei's supreme authority!
I've only been retired for a few years, and you want to turn everything upside down!?
Thoughts flowed rapidly like Ryūsui, and Yamamoto quickly understood how audacious these two young men in front of him were.
The irresistible tide was coming, and Yamamoto forcefully cast aside his vexing thoughts.
Don't think that Aozaki was respectful towards him, and don't think that Aizen was publicly recognized as a good person in the Seireitei.
But he dared to bet that if these two boys really intended to act against the big figures of Central 46, they would absolutely show no mercy.
"What exactly is going on?"
Yamamoto's deep voice rang out.
He closed the door, slowly walked into the room, and sat at the head of the table, his face devoid of worry.
He seemed not to worry at all that his young disciple would turn on him, a loyal supporter of the nobles.
Aozaki's lips curved slightly, revealing a faint smile.
He poured a cup of hot tea and gently placed it in front of the old man, explaining calmly:
"Basically, there are enemies hidden in the shadows who can replicate the appearance of Shinigami and create fakes, attempting to threaten the Seireitei."
"As the Captain-Commander, I naturally cannot stand idly by."
For a moment, the atmosphere became somewhat heavy.
Yamamoto had been in charge of the Gotei 13 for a thousand years; although his character was slightly stubborn, he was by no means a foolish person.
After a few sentences, this seasoned elder saw through what the two young men were thinking and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh:
"What you are planning... is simply insane."
"Even the slightest mistake could lead to irreversible and serious consequences."
He slowly picked up the teacup, took a sip, and continued:
"The nobles have ruled the Seireitei for over a million years."
"The most we could achieve was to replace the nobles with Central 46, using law to replace the chaotic and disorderly dark age."
"And what you are doing is to completely overturn everything, breaking rules that have lasted for thousands of years. Have you ever deeply considered... how you will proceed next?"
This was precisely what worried the former Captain-Commander.
He didn't particularly care about the fate of the nobles.
The reason he kept them a thousand years ago was that he didn't know what to do without them.
His only concern was the future direction of this world.
As for what the future would be like?
Aozaki had no idea about this.
However, he didn't need to worry about it, because Aizen was still by his side.
Aozaki replied softly:
"Teacher, please rest assured, our current action is merely to execute some nobles, with the aim of making them obey us."
"If this path truly doesn't work, it's not too late to stop then. We can't even be afraid to try."
Aozaki smiled gently, his eyes sparkling with confidence.
"What's more, I believe in the ability of my Vice-Captain. Managing a mere the Seireitei certainly won't be a problem."
Hearing this, Aizen straightened up slightly, his smile even more confident.
Yamamoto glanced at him, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
However, when he saw Aizen's confident and determined expression, his heart softened.
Looking at Aizen's confident appearance, Yamamoto, though still somewhat anxious, slowly nodded.
After all, that young disciple was stronger than him, and it was almost impossible to suppress him by force.
Moreover, he didn't have many years left to live.
Even if he could control him this time, who would restrain him a few hundred years later?
Furthermore, from a goal perspective, if this attempt could succeed, it would undoubtedly be a great thing for Soul Society.
Those decaying nobles sometimes really made people angry.
It's good for young people to have drive; who hasn't been young, who hasn't experienced impulsiveness and adventure?
The era a thousand years ago was much more chaotic than now, and at that time, they also forged ahead bravely, constantly exploring new paths.
If Aozaki ultimately ended up battered and bruised on his journey, he, the old man, wasn't useless.
As a senior, he had rich experience and could step in to provide support at critical moments.
Thinking of this, Yamamoto took a deep breath and drank the hot tea in front of him.
He didn't ask for more details; such matters should be left to these young people to handle.
He was just an ordinary retired old man; it was time to let go.
Watching Yamamoto's departing back.
Senna and Kujō Nozomi, led by their older sisters, came to Aozaki's side.
Their brows gradually relaxed, and they became more at ease.
After all, the former Captain-Commander's reputation was far-reaching.
Just now, they were indeed a little worried that the old man would directly cut them down to protect the world.
Senna turned her head and asked softly, "What should we do now?"
"It's too dangerous for you to wander around outside, so of course, you should come home with me."
Aozaki replied with a smile, simultaneously releasing his spiritual sense, instantly covering the entire the Seireitei.
Then, he turned to Aizen, clasped his hands together, and said with a smile:
"Then... I'll leave everything to you, Vice-Captain."
Aizen frowned slightly and nodded: "We'll start tomorrow. You'd best be prepared."
With that, he turned and left.
Under the respectful gaze of many Shinigami, Aozaki left the Squad One Barracks with the five girls.
In the endless Dangai, there was a mysterious spatial bubble.
And in a laboratory within this spatial bubble.
A man dressed in a researcher's uniform was staring intently at the screen in front of him.
The screen displayed data that made him shudder.
"Damn it..."
The man clenched his fists tightly, his eyes wide and round as if to pierce through the screen, his lips almost bitten through, blood trickling down the corners of his mouth.
"Damn it, a bunch of damned bastards, we lost five more!?"
He roared furiously.
"Are those idiots from the Ryodoji Family treating my masterpieces as their expendable tools?"
The man's voice was filled with anger and resentment, as if it could erupt at any moment.
"What a bunch of suicidal fools, just go to hell, all of you!"
However, at this moment, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and the expression on his face instantly distorted, revealing a sinister and eerie smile.
He turned his head, his gaze falling on another man beside him.
"Kensei Muguruma, immediately go and invite Ryodoji Ganryu over. Tell him I have something important to discuss with him."
The man said in a low voice, a hint of cunning in his tone.
In the corner of the room, a Shinigami resembling Kensei Muguruma emerged from the shadows.
He lowered his head, listening to the man's command, then respectfully replied:
"As you command, Ginjo Kugo-sama."
Before his words faded, he used Shunpo to leave the room at an extremely fast speed.