After hearing the two of them, Iwahara Kintetsu subconsciously adjusted his glasses and murmured in a low voice, seeming a little incredulous:

"One hit..."

"And you are saying that he blasted Genryusai so far?"

For the people who had just experienced the 'Realm Destruction' war not long ago, these words sounded almost like a fantasy.

One had to know.

That was Genryusai!

Iwahara Kintetsu wasn't the only one thinking this.

Even the usually unreliable Saitō Furofushi, after hearing the scene described by Fujimiya Makoto, couldn't help but furrow his thin brows and muttered, "I know Chojiro's strength."

"If he uses his Bankai, even Genryusai would probably have to put in some effort to defeat him."

"And we can't feel Genryusai's spiritual pressure now."

"Could he have been killed?"

"After all, look at that kid from the Tsunayashiro family, he was so strong just by using one Spirit King Bone. What if the Spirit King or some Spirit Prince, Spirit Duke, etc., personally came down and stuck ten or eight bones into him? Genryusai couldn't withstand that, right?"

As soon as these words came out, the eyelids of all the instructors present twitched, and they felt a chill down their spines.

Although the thought had vaguely crossed everyone's minds, everyone had a feeling of 'that's not possible, right?'

Only Saitō unhesitatingly spoke it out!

"Genryusai hasn't weakened to that point."

Finally, Unohana Yachiru stood up and made a final decision: "Besides, if there really were so many unparalleled powerhouses in the sky, the Gotei Academy wouldn't have gotten to where it is today."

"Huh?!"

Saitō Furofushi loudly protested: "You haven't been to the Spirit King Palace, how do you know there aren't any?"

"Yachiru, don't think that you can become the captain-commander just because Genryusai is dead!"

"I'm not convinced by you at all!"

"Saitō can't beat Unohana, right?" Enshū Naokata didn't mind making trouble at all, and was fanning the flames from the side in this situation.

"She's only a little stronger than me! Much weaker than Genryusai!"

"I'm not convinced even if you beat me to death!"

Saitō was quite confident.

Unohana Yachiru cast a dangerous look at her, but instead, it elicited an eager expression.

Not just them.

Except for Iwahara Kintetsu, who was still calmly considering the gains and losses, the other instructors all looked indifferent and nonchalant.

It had to be said.

The top combat power of the Gotei Academy was indeed a bunch of ragtag individuals that Yamamoto had forcibly pieced together.

After Yamamoto was gone, they immediately tended to slack off and break up.

What was so good about being controlled all the time?

It was better to go back to being a hegemon of the Rukongai like before.

Fujimiya Makoto quietly scanned the expressions of everyone.

Until finally, he suddenly stood out from the crowd, fearless: "Instructors, don't you still think you have a choice?"

"..."

These almost provocative words immediately attracted the attention of everyone around.

Iwahara Kintetsu frowned at him, the remaining rough guys all chuckled, dismissive, Saitō also thought this kid was suddenly being a little foolish today, while Unohana was slightly surprised and thoughtful.

Fujimiya Makoto continued: "Let's not talk about what will happen if Genryusai returns alive, even if he really dies, and a Spirit King Palace envoy stronger than Genryusai returns to the Seireitei, what do you think that person will do when they see the current scene?"

The people present quietly looked at him.

Being targeted by a powerhouse who could easily kill Genryusai...

Just thinking about it sent chills down their spines.

"Makoto kid! You'll be in trouble if you talk nonsense."

Gyōkaku Tsunazane, who looked even older than Yamamoto after a thousand years, slowly opened his mouth, his snake-like eyes fixed on him.

Fujimiya Makoto fearlessly countered:

"It's death either way if I speak or not speak, so what does it matter if I open my mouth or not!?"

Gyōkaku Tsunazane narrowed his eyes upon hearing this blunt retort.

Fujimiya Makoto still looked at him quietly.

In the end, Gyōkaku Tsunazane still averted his gaze.

The reason he did so was not only because Unohana Yachiru, a strong and protective woman, was still present.

It was also because Fujimiya Makoto's position in the Gotei Academy was quite special.

In just two years, all the instructors had personally witnessed a kid with a spiritual power of only around seventh-seat level step by step in battle and grow to the point that he now possessed a power of nearly third-seat level.

Not only that, even his swordplay, martial arts, movement techniques, and kido had reached a considerable level.

He was a genuine genius.

His speed of getting stronger was almost absurd.

Yamamoto had even personally talked to him.

From many details of his training, Yamamoto seemed to have the intention of making him a candidate for the next captain-commander.

In addition, he was a disciple of Unohana.

The two strongest people in the entire Gotei Academy had the kindness of imparting knowledge to him.

His backing was as hard as granite.

Besides that, Gyōkaku Tsunazane had also heard a rumor that this kid had personally forced back a Vasto Lorde.

If it wasn't necessary, even they, a group of 'great villains', didn't really want to stand on the opposite side of this kid.

Who knew how strong he would become soon?

"Then what do you want to do?"

In the end, Iwahara Kintetsu stood up and offered Gyōkaku Tsunazane a way out.

Fujimiya Makoto's expression was stern, and he deliberately made a lot of noises: "Instructors, you have been fighting with the nobles of the Seireitei for many years, and your hands are already stained with their blood - if our positions were reversed with the people of the Seireitei, what would they do, you should know better than I do."

Hearing this, many people present looked grim.

As mentioned before.

Many of these people were big Rukongai hooligans who had occupied one side, so naturally, they knew what kind of virtue the nobles were.

So, running away was useless.

Seeing that they had at least listened to his words, Fujimiya Makoto continued: "Although it is not known what the relationship between the Spirit King Palace and the nobles is, since someone wants to protect them, it means that these nobles still have a reason to exist for those people in the sky."

"Maybe they are used as tools, maybe they are some ancient contracts, maybe the existence of these nobles themselves is necessary... or maybe, the people in the sky are negotiating something with Genryusai."

"No matter what the result, it shows that these people are useful."

Fujimiya Makoto's icy gaze swept over all the instructors present, his voice as cold as steel: "In that case, we start by slaughtering the great nobles first—begin with the strongest, the most influential, and those in critical positions. Once they're gone, we take the younger heirs of the main bloodlines hostage."

"We must act as swiftly as possible."

"If... Genryūsai-dono truly dies, and the heavens send their enforcers down..."

"By then, the extermination of the nobility will already be a fait accompli. Dead men hold no value! And afterward, someone will still need to manage this world in their stead."

"Whether it's us or the nobles... what's the difference?"

"If those from the heavens still insist on wiping us out, we'll use the hostages as shields and flee as far as we can."

His proposal was brutally simple, practically tailor-made for the bloodthirsty crowd before him.

Truth be told, Fujimiya Makoto didn't believe these killers were capable of anything more complex.

This pack of murderous brutes could never be revolutionaries like a "Linden" (leader of the people), but why couldn't they be like Huang Chao (a notorious rebel leader)?

Of course, Fujimiya was only voicing this to these instructors on the verge of disbanding.

From the perspective of a "later-born" with foresight, he knew well that Ōetsu Nimaiya couldn't care less about the lives of the nobles—what the Monk truly needed was the broad stability of the three realms.

This time, when Old Man Yama confronted him in the Soul King's Palace, it would likely be just a discussion, not a fight to the death.

If it were otherwise, the Gotei 13 wouldn't even have been established in the first place.

Since there was no real danger, Fujimiya Makoto intended to seize this opportunity to ruthlessly crush the nobility's power.

At the very least, the Central 46—those who sat atop the Gotei 13 and shamelessly dictated their whims—could not be allowed to remain.

Fujimiya's goal was crystal clear.

As for anything beyond that... he held no further expectations.

Hearing his words, many of those around him exchanged glances, their expressions subtly shifting before they simultaneously grinned with savage glee, nodding in fervent agreement:

"Sounds perfectly reasonable!"

"Let's slaughter them all first and talk later."

Such was the character of the first-generation Gotei 13.

A true band of killers!