The reason is simple and crude. As long as you are strong enough, you can join it. As long as you are strong enough, no one will object even if you become the captain.

After saying this, Kyoraku Shunsui stared at Emiya Shirou, trying to read something from his face.

This is a team that can only be entered by relying on hard power.

If you are not confident in your own strength, or if your main focus is not on combat, you can tell from your expression that something is wrong.

After all, Kyoraku Shunsui didn’t know how strong Emiya Shirou was, but Emiya Shirou himself knew it.

“Is that so? I see. Where is the 11th Division?”

To Kyoraku Shunsui’s disappointment, Emiya Shirou’s expression did not change much, as if it was a foregone conclusion that he would be able to enter the 11th Division through his own strength.

“Don’t you know the power of those people in the 11th Division? They are not comparable to the Shinigami you met in Zaraki District.”

“I know.”

Emiya Shirou just nodded indifferently, and Kyoraku Shunsui could feel his absolute confidence in his own strength.

This kind of self-confidence is, to some extent, comparable to Kenpachi Zaraki’s.

“I think I still need to make you realize the cruelty of battle first–!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful aura burst out from Kyoraku Shunsui’s body, transforming into tangible terrifying pressure, surging towards Emiya Shirou.

The surrounding space even began to tremble slightly under this terrifying pressure.

Even some gravel on the ground turned into powder under such terrible pressure.

This is the spiritual pressure of a captain level. Compared with this power, the spiritual pressure released by the god of death that Shirou Emiya saw at the beginning is like the difference between weeds and mountains.

If an ordinary soul were to face this kind of spiritual pressure, it would be shattered in just a few seconds.

The spiritual pressure that exploded from Kyoraku Shunsui did not reach such a terrifying level in an instant, but gradually reached it in a step-by-step manner to the point where even the space was trembling slightly.

He was naturally aware that Shirou Emiya’s spiritual pressure was extremely weak, and it was impossible for him to release a captain-level spiritual pressure from the very beginning. Even a normal soul could not withstand this level of spiritual pressure, let alone Shirou Emiya, whose soul was even weaker. How could he withstand it?

However, when Kyoraku Shunsui first exploded his spiritual pressure, Emiya Shirou stood there as if unaffected, staring at him.

He then began to increase the level of his spiritual pressure, but was unable to shake Emiya Shirou at all, as if he was not affected by the spiritual pressure at all.

No, it’s not that I’m not affected.

When Kyoraku Shunsui felt that the spiritual pressure he had released was about to suppress Emiya Shirou’s body, a black mist that was invisible to the normal human eye emanated from his body and swallowed up the surging spiritual pressure.

What kind of secrets does he have? For some reason, Kyoraku Shunsui is becoming more and more interested in people like Emiya Shirou.

“Any questions?”

“I didn’t expect you to be able to withstand the spiritual pressure of a captain. I really underestimated you.”

Kyoraku Shunsui put away his aura. There was no need to continue testing him. Any further testing would just be a test of his abilities. He could leave it to the people from the 11th Division. They liked it anyway.

As for underestimating Shirou Emiya, you should know that when Kenpachi Zaraki was still in the Zaraki District, he once injured the former captain of the 11th Division.

“Let’s go. I’ll take you to Seireitei to register your information first–!”

With a slight smile on his face, Kyoraku Shunsui walked towards the direction of Seireitei.

I feel like I brought a lot of trouble with me.

But let’s just take a look at what Shirou Emiya relies on and what kind of power he possesses.

Slightly pulling down the brim of his hat, he brought Emiya Shirou to a house that looked like a gangster’s.

This is the school building of the 11th Division.

“You are so arrogant to challenge us!”

Standing in the middle of the courtyard that looked like a dojo, a bald man with narrow eyes and red eyeshadow in the corners of his eyes, holding a spear in his hand, looked fiercely at Shirou Emiya who was standing at the door.

Beside him stood various types of Grim Reapers with strange head shapes, full of fierce aura, and dressed in gangster-like Death Trooper outfits. They all stared straight at the person in front of them and snorted with great disdain.

Chapter 803: One by one, too slow

“If possible, can you come together?”

It seemed that the tense atmosphere around him had no effect on Shirou Emiya who was in the storm. He asked his questions to the hundreds of Shinigami in front of him very politely.

However, no matter how polite Emiya Shirou’s tone was, these words sounded extremely arrogant to everyone present.

Even Kyoraku Shunsui, who was hiding nearby, couldn’t help but be surprised by Emiya Shirou’s remarks.

This is the 11th Division, the combat division, and every Death God in this division is a veteran of many battles.

What he was facing were not civilians, but real beings dedicated to combat. It’s not to say that they were definitely stronger than the Shinigami in other squads, but their overall combat quality was definitely higher than that of other squads.

Even a captain-level figure has to think carefully.

Shirou Emiya is a soul that hasn’t even mastered spiritual power, how dare he provoke the other party like this.

Not only Kyoraku Shunsui was stunned, but even those standing in front of Emiya Shirou were stunned. A commoner who had not even studied at the Maou Spiritual Arts Academy and whose spiritual pressure was so weak dared to provoke the entire 11th Division like this.

乮“!”

No explanation is needed at all.

At this moment, the whole air was filled with a suffocating atmosphere, and the originally noisy sounds disappeared. The courtyard in the school building that was transformed into a dojo suddenly became extremely quiet.

Just like being shot out from a high-pressure water gun, a pressure that ordinary people could not bear suddenly gushed out and filled the entire courtyard. The concentration was enough to suffocate people.

All the Shinigami in the school building involuntarily released their spiritual pressure and poured it towards Emiya Shirou.

What kind of fool would say such provocative words to the entire 11th Division?

But from beginning to end, Shirou Emiya’s expression did not change much, and such terrible pressure seemed to have no effect on him at all.

“I’ve really been underestimated—!”

The bald man standing in the front waved the naginata in his hand and pointed it at the other party.

The will to fight reached its peak at this moment, but he did not develop any murderous emotions due to the other party’s arrogant words.

Speaking of arrogance, there are few people in the 11th Division who are not arrogant, and their captain Kenpachi Zaraki is at the pinnacle of arrogance.

He just wanted to know and see what made Shirou Emiya so arrogant.

“With such spiritual pressure, what happened to the 11th Division again?”

Next to a wooden table where various documents were neatly arranged, a man wearing black-framed glasses, a Shinigami suit, and a long-sleeved haori embroidered with white was looking in the direction of the sudden surge of spiritual pressure with a smile on his face and a frown on his face.

He has short brown hair and brown eyes, a gentle appearance, and eyes as gentle as the sun.

“I don’t know, maybe Captain Zaraki is dueling with someone again, but who would be willing to clash with Captain Zaraki?”

Next to the extremely gentle-looking man, a woman with her hair tied into a bun and wearing a very standard Shinigami outfit spoke softly.

She has a very petite figure, big brown eyes, and an extremely cute appearance.

“This isn’t Captain Zaraki’s spiritual pressure, it’s more like the spiritual pressure of many Shinigami erupting together. It really makes people curious.”

The man narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke very gently to the woman next to him.

“I don’t have much else to do right now, so why not go over and see what’s going on? Seeing something with your own eyes is different from hearing something.”

“Let’s go together, Hinamori”

“Okay, Captain Aizen—!”

The scene turns again to the school building of the 11th Division.

“I am the third lieutenant assistant of the 11th Division, Madarame Ikkaku! Boy, tell me your name!”

“Emiya Shirou——”

“Boy, be prepared to pay the price for your words!”

As he said this, Madarame Ikkaku tightly gripped the naginata in his hand, and took a step forward immediately, as if he didn’t intend to wait for Emiya Shirou to react.

At this moment, Emiya Shirou’s figure suddenly disappeared.

It appeared in front of him like a flash.

“!”

The pupil of Madarame’s eye shrank sharply.

It was not until then that a voice slowly came into his ears.

“After all, going up one by one is too slow!——”

The flash of a knife suddenly appeared in the space.

It was a flash of pitch-black lightning.

The cold arc of light appeared without any warning, instantly cutting through the air, like a crescent moon, and swept towards the corner of Madarame.

“Qiang!”

The loud sound of collision was transmitted clearly.

It was accompanied by sparks that suddenly exploded like fireworks.

Faced with the extremely fast slashing attack, he could only barely raise the naginata in his hand to block it.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying force that could not be ignored was shaken away from his hands.

At this moment, the second ray of light flashed before his eyes.

It was a pure white thunder.

It directly passed through Madarame Ikkaku’s defense line and chopped down suddenly at his forehead.

“Roar, Kitomaru–!”

Without any hesitation, Madarame Ikkaku roared, and the naginata in his hand that was used to block the attack suddenly split into three parts. He spun around and blocked the second attack with great difficulty.

The overwhelming attacks immediately forced him to retreat several steps, and his eyes revealed his fear of Emiya Shirou without any concealment.

“So fast!!”

Seeing Madarame being forced back by two swords, Kyoraku Shunsui, who was standing at the door, couldn’t help but exclaim.

“I thought I took you seriously enough, but I still underestimated you?”

Looking at Shirou Emiya who was holding two swords, one black and one white, in front of him, Madarame Ikkaku’s spiritual pressure suddenly exploded.

“Snapped!”

The next moment, Madarame crushed the floor with one corner of his foot, and his body turned into a black shadow and rushed out violently.

In his hand, the blade of the naginata, which had been split into three sections, flashed a cold luster. As its owner wielded it, it was like a thunderbolt, slashing forward mercilessly.

“Qiang——!”

With a sound like steel colliding with steel, the black blade blocked the incoming swing, causing sparks to burst out again, illuminating the profile of Emiya Shirou.

“snort–!”

A smile appeared at the corner of Madarame’s mouth.

The naginata, which had been broken into three sections, brushed past the blade, as if surfing in the air flow, gliding lightly past, and suddenly changed direction behind him, aiming at his head and suddenly slashing.

In response, Shirou Emiya’s expression did not change at all, as if he didn’t care at all about the attack that suddenly changed direction and came towards him.

To be honest, the oppressive feeling that the other party gave to him was not even one-tenth of that of the person in blue tights.

The next moment——

“Pfft!”

There was a tearing sound and blood splattered.

Chapter 804: Just a Simple Skill

“Well–!”

A muffled groan came out of Madarame Ikkaku’s throat.

He stepped back with extremely unsteady steps, his eyes filled with disbelief and a strong desire to fight.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing the ground blood red.

A shocking wound appeared on his chest.