Hearing what Furofushi said, the gathered former Captains looked at each other.
After a brief silence-
"I have no objection." Kinroku was the first to state his position, his words concise.
"Haha, I'll listen to whoever can fight the best." Kuruyashiki laughed loudly.
"Agreed." Danjiro smiled and nodded.
Seeing that no one objected, Furofushi stood on a rock and patted Setsuna on the shoulder:
"Alright, now you are the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13 Hell Division."
"So... Captain-Commander, what should we do next?"
Although the process was somewhat casual, Setsuna was not one to care about such trivial details.
He immediately stepped into the role and asked directly:
"Now in Hell, are you the only Shinigami who still have self-awareness and haven't been transformed?"
"What about the more ancient, powerful Shinigami who existed before the Gotei 13 was established..."
Shijima Chishiki, the first Captain of the 4th Division, sighed:
"The Shinigami before us had no one to receive them. When they fell into Hell, they were alone and almost powerless against the Ota Clan's surveillance and the erosion of Hell's rules."
He looked at Setsuna, a flicker of emotion in his eyes: "It's all thanks to Yamamoto. A thousand years ago, he had already faintly perceived the abnormality and hidden dangers of Hell."
"So, during that brutal war a thousand years ago against the Wandenreich that swept across the three worlds, he secretly laid plans, guiding the situation to his advantage."
"He arranged for some of us to die in battle at appropriate times and in reasonable ways."
"Before we died in battle, he left us with guidance methods that only we could recognize, allowing us to quickly assemble and look out for each other after falling into Hell."
Shihoin Chika, the first Captain of the 2nd Division, took over the conversation:
"We took advantage of the period when the Wandenreich launched its massive attack and the balance of the three worlds was in violent turmoil to enter Hell and quickly conceal ourselves."
"By the time the Ota Clan noticed the existence of us special departed souls, we had already received quite a few Captains and Lieutenants who died in various subsequent battles, initially gaining a foothold and becoming a 'chronic problem' in their eyes."
This spanning a thousand-year hidden chess piece scheme deepened Setsuna's understanding of Yamamoto.
'It seems Captain-Commander was far more far-sighted and strategic than he outwardly appeared.'
Setsuna smiled and looked at Chika: "Chika-senpai, your Shihoin Clan is one of the Five Great Nobles of Soul Society. Logically, shouldn't you be on the Ota Clan's side?"
Upon hearing this, Chika elegantly spread his hands: "I am completely different from those 'insects' in Soul Society who spend all their time scheming and sucking blood while clinging to the rules."
"Freedom is far more interesting than any damn noble responsibility. Besides..."
He glanced at the companions around him, his smile becoming more sincere: "Here, causing trouble together with these guys, isn't that ten thousand times more fun than arguing with those old fossils in the Seireitei?"
Hearing this, Setsuna smiled, 'It seemed Yoruichi's 'rebellious' nature was hereditary.'
At this moment, Batsu'unsai Katori, the first Captain of the Eighth Division, asked:
"Captain-Commander, we were originally planning a major undertaking, organizing our forces to attack an important outlying stronghold of the Ota Clan."
"Attack the Ota Clan?" Setsuna raised an eyebrow.
"Correct." Katori nodded, her expression serious. "Although the Will of Hell cannot be truly killed, the Shinigami of the Ota Clan who command them do not have the ability to be immortal."
"As long as we can successfully raid and kill the Ota Clan, 'jail administrator' stationed at that stronghold, at least for a period of time, the 'jailers' in that area will fall into chaos or stagnation."
"This would not only buy us valuable operating space but also severely strike the Ota Clan's arrogance..."
However, Furofushi coughed awkwardly a few times, interrupting her: "Cough, well, Katori, I seem to have forgotten to mention one... um... particularly important thing."
She stretched out her little hand and pointed to Setsuna beside her: "Our newly appointed, monster-like Captain-Commander here can completely kill the Will of Hell."
"What?"
"Completely kill the Will of Hell?"
Everyone was incredulous. The Will of Hell being unkillable was an iron rule of Hell!
Kinroku's voice carried a hint of dryness: "Is a Transcendent really this powerful? Can they forcibly break even the rules of Hell?"
Setsuna calmly shook his head, correcting him: "I can indeed kill the Will of Hell, and it's not simply because I am a Transcendent."
"Put simply, the essence of my power holds a certain level of 'counter' and 'negation' against the 'immortal' attribute of the Will of Hell."
Kinroku exchanged glances with several other captains. He stepped forward, clasped his hands in salute, and spoke in a solemn tone:
"Captain-Commander, we are not questioning your strength. But this matter concerns the very foundation and strategic direction of our future actions. It is a matter of life and death."
"May I request that you personally demonstrate for us? Only by seeing it with our own eyes can we completely rest assured and then adjust our subsequent plans accordingly."
Setsuna nodded: "Sure."
Without another word, his figure flickered and he vanished beyond the camp's barrier.
In Hell, finding a Will of Hell was not difficult.
After a short while, Setsuna casually walked back into the camp, single-handedly dragging behind him a Will of Hell over fifty meters tall, resembling a rock giant.
This Will of Hell emanated powerful Reiatsu, an extremely terrifying monster in the eyes of ordinary Shinigami.
But in the eyes of the assembled former Captains, this monster was merely a nuisance.
Everyone's gaze focused on Setsuna and that Will of Hell.
Setsuna threw the Will of Hell onto the open ground in the center of the camp.
The moment the monster regained its freedom, it let out a silent roar, its massive fist crashing down towards Setsuna with violent Reiatsu.
Setsuna casually raised his right hand and lightly touched it with his finger.
"Sekishiki: Meifu Saibansho!"
A gray light, containing an aura of deathly stillness, instantly pierced through the Will of Hell's body.
The next moment, the Will of Hell's massive body shattered like a porcelain doll.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the place where the Will of Hell had shattered. Half a minute passed, and still, there was no sign of any revival.
Not only that, even the Reiryoku released after the Will of Hell's disintegration was absorbed by Setsuna.
"The Will of Hell was truly killed! Unbelievable!"
"Haha, as expected of the Captain-Commander!"
The assembled former Captains first erupted in uproar, then burst into laughter.
"Not only neutralized its revival! He also absorbed the Will of Hell's Reiryoku!" Kinroku's voice trembled with excitement.
"This means we can actively and continuously weaken Hell's own Reiryoku Reserves, weaken Hell's very origin!"
Katori looked at Setsuna, her tone filled with respect and anticipation:
"Captain-Commander, I suggest we abandon the plan to storm the Ota Clan's stronghold and instead implement a long-term hunting and attrition strategy."
"That's what I was thinking too." Setsuna laughed. It was easy for him to defeat the Wills of Hell, but Hell was vast. Capturing all the Wills of Hell in Hell would undoubtedly be a huge undertaking.
Now, with an entire team to help him capture the Wills of Hell, it was perfect.