Yoriichi Tsugikuni in Bleach

Soon, Yoriichi's heart gradually cleared.

To be honest, he really didn't want to accept this task.

Simply because he knew nothing about Marechiyo, he didn't know what kind of person he was.

Even if he was a lively character, he shouldn't have sought him out.

There were so many Shinigami in the Seireitei.

He originally wanted to refuse, but then he remembered that Ōmaeda had somewhat of a guiding relationship with him...

Coupled with Yoruichi's subsequent words, Yoriichi, out of helplessness, could only agree.

Of course, all of this would have to wait until he met Marechiyo before making a final decision.

The guidance was also limited to within the divisions.

Marenishin Oomaeda, on the other hand, stated, "That's enough!"

Once Ōmaeda retreated, the whispers around them grew louder.

Yoriichi could even clearly hear those nobles repeatedly speculating about his identity.

In fact, their voices were extremely low, limited to whispers between two people.

But Yoriichi's extraordinary keen perception meant that even the slightest sound could not escape his ears.

The words were all something like...

"Underestimated..."

"I thought he was Yoruichi-sama's subordinate..."

"Didn't expect him to be another master..."

And so on.

They subtly elevated his status to the same level as Yoruichi Shihouin.

This truly made Yoriichi feel incomprehensible.

He gently shook his head, his eyes filled with helplessness and emotion.

After Ōmaeda left, Yoruichi also departed, running off to interact with Hisana nearby.

Not long after, the birthday celebration slowly began.

Yoriichi saw the child, Yushiro Shihouin, and beside him, the maid who had always followed Yoruichi closely—Soi Fon.

That should be her name.

She was slender, and if he remembered correctly, she was also a lower-ranking noble.

She had been nearby whenever Yoruichi appeared before.

She just rarely showed herself.

Yoruichi stepped forward again: "I almost forgot something. Speaking of which, Yoriichi, your Zanjutsu should be very strong, right?"

"Especially in terms of combining footwork with Zanjutsu."

"Average," Yoriichi's reply was concise and calm.

Yoruichi sighed, "Being too modest is no fun. I know you don't want to stir up trouble, but please, I'm begging you."

"You should recognise this child, Soi Fon."

"Her Zanpakuto is quite special; it cannot slash, only thrust."

"My Second Division doesn't have a suitable teacher to teach her Zanjutsu, but you are different..."

"Teaching one is teaching, teaching two is teaching, so how about..."

"Why does everyone want to find me?" Yoriichi sighed slightly.

"Because you're strong, and you're easy to talk to," Yoruichi's smile was as warm as sunshine.

"Even Captain-Commander Yamamoto has praised you. Those Shinigami with similar temperaments aren't as strong as you, and those stronger than you have bad tempers..."

"To be honest, if I weren't uninterested in Zanjutsu and the like, I'd want to learn from you too."

"..."

"Have you asked her?" Yoriichi looked up, "If I'm not mistaken, she should admire you greatly, so it's unlikely she'd learn Zanjutsu from me."

"Don't worry," Yoruichi revealed a confident smile,

"She will agree. It won't take up much of your time, and it's not like she needs to start learning now. Just whenever you have free time..."

As the two spoke, Soi Fon seemed to sense something, and her bright gaze turned towards Yoruichi.

When she saw Yoruichi-sama chatting animatedly with a man, a hint of jealousy immediately welled up in her heart.

You are the head of the Shihouin Clan!

How can you show such an expression?

Such a lapse! Too much of a lapse!

Her expression constantly changed with her mood.

But due to the solemnity of the venue, she couldn't speak, so she could only make a mental note of it.

When the ceremony ended, they looked at the two again, and the conversation had already concluded.

Only that man remained in place.

Soi Fon was about to step forward, but the next second, Yoruichi Shihouin suddenly clapped her on the shoulder.

Slap.

Soi Fon, who was engrossed in her own world, was startled by this sudden clap.

Immediately after, she heard good news.

"Congratulations, Soi fon."

"I found you a Zanjutsu teacher."

"If all goes well, he should be able to teach you how to perfectly use your Zanpakuto."

"Hmm?" Soi Fon slightly raised her eyebrows, her eyes filled with disbelief, "Yoruichi-sama, Zanjutsu... teacher?"

She felt like she had misheard.

She had been practising Zanjutsu since she was a child...

What use was a teacher now??

Seemingly noticing the confusion in her eyes, Yoruichi smiled and explained:

"Don't underestimate the profession of a teacher. His help to you will far surpass that of the Second Division."

"You should still remember, not long ago, when you mastered Shikai, the probability of hitting the same spot with your Two-Hit Kill?"

"Because the changed weapon caused all the Zanjutsu techniques you cultivated since childhood to be lost, you need to learn from scratch."

"Moreover, there is no Zanjutsu in the Second Division that primarily uses thrusting as its main attack method..."

"Under normal circumstances, for you to pick all of these up and recover your usual combat power, it would take at least three years or more."

"But with a teacher, you can master it perfectly in at most a month."

"Do you still think it's unnecessary now?"

Upon hearing this, Soi fon's expression changed several times; she felt a bit conflicted, but at the same time, a hint of joy welled up.

The sudden change in her Shikai combat style was indeed a problem she had been worrying about recently.

She had never expected that decades of Zanjutsu techniques would vanish overnight.

Although she had heard of some examples, like someone diligently practising swordsmanship for a hundred years, only to awaken a hammer in the end...

This seemingly amusing incident, once it happened to her, became quite bitter.

Even if it wasn't a hammer, but a weapon like a hidden blade worn on a finger, it still wouldn't work!

—She simply couldn't use it!

Now... hearing Yoruichi-sama bring this up, Soi Fon took a deep breath and asked, "Who is it?"

"Is he a very famous Shinigami?"

Yoruichi chuckled, her posture quite carefree: "It's a secret."

"You'll know when the time comes."

Soi fon nodded, suppressing her curiosity, but her heart was still constantly speculating.

A Shinigami recognised by Yoruichi-sama must be very powerful, right?

Perhaps he uses the same type of weapon as her?

At this moment, she completely overlooked Tsugikuni Yoriichi.

Because in her eyes, Tsugikuni Yoriichi was just a Shinigami who was somewhat strong but had a very ordinary combat style.

...

...

Soon after.

The birthday celebration gradually came to an end.

As the crowd dispersed, Yoruichi brought Hisana and Rukia, who had been playing somewhere, to Yoruichi's side.

The two of them held many gifts in their hands, not expensive ones, but mostly girls' toys, like cute dolls...

Faint smiles appeared on their faces, as if they hadn't been so happy in a long time.

When they saw Yoriichi, they ran forward with smiles, telling him what had just happened.

It was only then that Yoriichi remembered that even Hisana, who was over thirty, was still a childish child in front of the hundreds-of-years-old Shinigami.

The guy in front of him was introduced by Tsunayashiro Tokinada.

According to him, the other party possessed immense power.

And based on the current intelligence, it was indeed true.

As a direct descendant of the Tsunayashiro Clan, he was completely unaware of these three matters. This was an insult to his identity!

"Let's discuss the first matter first!" Tsunayashiro Yashin took a deep breath.

"I've heard of that beast, Kenpachi, but why did he leave the Eleventh Division?"

"Have your tentacles extended this far?"

"Hehe…" The masked man chuckled softly, his voice indistinguishable as male or female.

"Tsunayashiro-dono, your question falls outside the scope of our transaction…"

Before he could finish, Tsunayashiro Yashin interrupted:

"I can pay, no matter how much, as long as you tell me all the details of the matter!"

"I'm not that good-for-nothing Tsunayashiro Tokinada."

"I know you've had dealings with him before, but that's in the past. Now, your trading partner is me!"

If it weren't for their last meeting, he wouldn't have known that Tsunayashiro Tokinada held such a special resource.

Fortunately, he used his status to seize it.

Otherwise, leaving it in his hands would be a waste.

The masked man chuckled softly: "Money, huh…"

"It's not impossible…"

He was loyal to Aizen, and his research required substantial funds.

Therefore, whenever Aizen was short on funds, he would send him out to sell some intelligence.

This action not only stirred up various aspects of the Seireitei but also resolved the various drawbacks of acquiring funds through other means.

Spending the nobles' money brought no sense of guilt.

Recalling this.

He nodded: "Since our noble lord has spoken thus, if I refuse, I suppose I'll be hacked to death."

"Very well."

"One information for ten million kan, no bargaining."

"This amount shouldn't be much for you, should it?"

"Indeed, it's nothing." Tsunayashiro Yashin waved his hand behind his back, signaling the Shinigami in the shadows not to act rashly.

One thing the other party said was true: he had indeed stationed many "executioners" nearby.

A gentleman does not stand under a crumbling wall; he could not put himself in danger and meet an unknown individual alone.

Once the order was given, Tsunayashiro Yashin exhaled deeply, looking at the masked man, and said in a low voice:

"Speak. Three pieces of information, thirty million kan. I'll have it sent to you later."

"I hope these are all true intelligence. If you dare to deceive me with fakes…"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, a sharp glint flashing, the threat in his words evident.

The masked man didn't pay much attention to this and spoke the truth as if no one else was present.

For example.

Zaraki Kenpachi chose to leave the Eleventh Division because of Tsugikuni Yoriichi.

The Captain's examination at the time made him very unhappy. In order to fight Tsugikuni Yoriichi, he decided to give up the Kenpachi position and join the Division where Tsugikuni Yoriichi was.

Although this matter seemed ridiculous, given Zaraki Kenpachi's personality, it was highly probable.

What if he became Kenpachi?

What if he could fight without interruption?

If he couldn't defeat Tsugikuni Yoriichi for a day.

Then a day of fighting would be meaningless.

Tsunayashiro Yashin frowned slightly upon hearing this.

He didn't expect that Tsugikuni Yoriichi had even influenced a beast like Zaraki Kenpachi?

It seemed like he was Tsugikuni Yoriichi's enemy?

Hmm, that was good news.

The recent depression dissipated considerably because of this, and his whole being brightened up…

He exhaled deeply and continued to ask:

"And?"

The second matter was related to Zaraki Kenpachi's departure.

Due to his resignation, the overall strength of the Eleventh Division would be affected. The Gotei 13, for balance considerations, transferred Kensei Muguruma, the ninth division captain who excelled in Hakuda, over.

Although Kensei Muguruma's Zanpakuto's Shikai was a dagger, it was still a blade, and as the Captain of the Eleventh Division, it was sufficient.

And his departure would affect the strength of the Ninth Division.

Coincidentally, there was a vacant Captain-level combatant in the Seireitei, Tsugikuni Yoriichi…

With several matters combined, he naturally became the ninth division captain.

Of course, these matters were still under discussion, and the transfer order had not yet been issued.

However, according to the masked man, the probability of these events occurring was over ninety percent.

Even if there were some minor differences in details, they wouldn't be significant.

As for the third…

Namely, the Captain's examination.

Even a Captain who became one due to the departure of the previous Captain must undergo a battle to verify their strength.

Like Kisuke Urahara.

Tsugikuni Yoriichi was no exception.

As expected, his opponent would be Kensei Muguruma.

Because only then could the Ninth Division be convinced, and only then could the Eleventh Division be convinced…

Hearing this, Tsunayashiro Yashin narrowed his eyes slightly: "So…"

"The thing you gave me, is it to be used at that time?"

He held up a packet of colorless powder in his hand, shaking it gently, his gaze slightly puzzled:

"What exactly is this? Why can it kill Tsugikuni Yoriichi?"

"It's not some kind of poison, is it?"

"You guessed it." The masked man nodded gently, "Of course, calling it a toxin isn't entirely accurate."

"You, being a noble, have you ever seen a Hollow?"

"No." Tsunayashiro Yashin said casually.

"Such evil things cannot appear before us nobles; even a glance is an insult to our status…"

His tone was filled with disgust and disdain for Hollows.

As his voice fell, he suddenly thought of something, and his eyes couldn't help but freeze.

Then, he gritted his teeth:

"You bastard…"

He could vaguely guess what this thing was, so much so that he wanted to throw it away.

It felt like touching a pile of dog excrement, utterly disgusting and humiliating.

"Hehe…" Seeing the other party's expression, the masked man pressed his hand down, signaling him not to be nervous.

"Tsunayashiro-dono, please calm down. I understand your feelings, but you guessed wrong…"

"This isn't a Hollow, it's just a little substance extracted from a Hollow."

"Any Shinigami who gets contaminated can gain the power of a Hollow, and this… is the key to killing him."

"Of course, this substance is currently in the experimental stage, so there's a slight instability…"

"So, would you like to find a Shinigami to test it out?"

"Consider it a verification of our sincerity."

Taking a deep breath, Tsunayashiro Yashin quickly calmed himself.

His gaze no longer looked at the powder in his hand, but stared directly at the masked man, his tone cold:

"Sincerity?"

"What a joke."

"You people are truly eye-opening."

"Has the Seireitei become so corrupt now?"

"Even evil creatures like Hollows can be utilized?"

To be honest, no matter how much of a scoundrel he was, he had never thought of utilizing Hollows.

This was already an act of betraying one's race.

Although nobles had a high opinion of themselves, they weren't so foolish as to not distinguish between a full meal and constant full meals.

It was precisely because of this that they rejected all existences that threatened their safety.

And the person before him…

In his eyes, he was simply unforgivable!

"Who is your master behind you?"

The impulse in Tsunayashiro Yashin's heart intensified like a surging tide, and the hostility in his eyes burned unconcealed like a flame.

However, after that momentary impulse, his rationality quickly returned.

Thinking that the other party still had value, he decisively abandoned the idea of killing him on the spot.

He secretly decided that after the other party left, he must follow the clues and never let them threaten his status and safety!

Powder that could turn one into a Hollow with just a touch—this weapon was truly terrifying!

Evil and extremely dangerous!

Tsunayashiro Yashin's eyes revealed deep apprehension and disgust.

The surrounding air gradually became icy cold as if frozen.

The masked man sensed everything around him and chuckled softly: "I don't understand the meaning of your words."

"In short, that's the intelligence."

"Just apply some to Kensei Muguruma's or Tsugikuni Yoriichi's weapon, let it break the flesh, and invade the reishi circulatory system…"

"Even the strongest Shinigami will turn into a Hollow."

"And once a Hollow appears in the Seireitei, I don't need to explain their fate, do I?"

"Under the watchful eyes of all, they are doomed to die."

"The quantity is limited, so you must use it carefully."

"…I will certainly be careful." Tsunayashiro Yashin's voice was quite low.

He lightly waved his arm, throwing the powder backward.

Swish—

A whooshing sound suddenly rang out.

Immediately after, a Shinigami appeared silently behind him, steadily catching it and offering thirty million kan.

His gaze slightly cold, capturing this scene, he paused slightly, then slowly instructed in a meaningful tone:

"Uncle Feng, see our guest out."

…

…

Time flowed silently like a gurgling stream.

After this transaction ended, it was quickly the day the Shihouin Clan had meticulously prepared for.

This morning,

Yoruichi Shihouin sent attendants to deliver three exquisitely beautiful dresses to Yoriichi.

Once everyone put on their formal wear, they quickly followed the attendants' guidance and arrived at the venue.

Inside the venue, cups clinked, and the atmosphere was quite lively.

Initially, Hisana and Rukia were not accustomed to the scene before them.

Hailing from Rukongai, they felt self-conscious facing these noble and elegant individuals.

However, when Yoruichi Shihouin appeared at the opportune moment, her perfectly timed words were like a spring breeze, directly dispelling the gloom in their hearts.

Their mindset gradually improved.

"Haha."

Yoruichi smiled gently, "No need to be reserved, just treat it as your own home."

"Everyone here knows you; they are all retainers of my Shihouin Clan."

"Our future business will rely heavily on their support."

Her words were somewhat modest, causing some nearby people to raise their glasses and offer congratulations.

Yoriichi quietly scanned the room, his mood undisturbed.

He found a place to sit, listening to the murmurs of the surrounding crowd.

Watching Hisana and Rukia surrounded by a group of girls, seemingly building rapport, Yoriichi exhaled softly.

Step.

Yoruichi appeared behind him at some point, and asked in a somewhat relaxed tone: "How is it?"

"What do you think of this banquet?"

"…A bit noisy."

Upon closer inspection, it was no different from the Tenth Division's banquet back then, except the participants held higher status, and well, their demeanor was more elegant.

Yoruichi smiled faintly: "That's how banquets are."

"I heard that with the help of the Kuchiki Clan, you became a lower-ranking noble?"

"…That's right, is there a problem?"

"No problem, it's just… Kuchiki Ginrei, the old man, doesn't have much time left. If one day you feel the Kuchiki Clan isn't suitable for you, my Shihoin Clan welcomes you anytime."

The two chatted, seemingly about everyday matters, but Yoruichi Shihouin's words were an intentional and subtle reminder.

Yoriichi felt nothing; he said casually: "What's suitable or not suitable…"

"I…"

Before he could finish speaking.

Thump.

A powerfully built Shinigami walked in from the main entrance.

His tall stature blocked the sunlight from outside, and the large gold chain hanging around his neck was particularly eye-catching.

His golden curly hair was styled into a pompadour, exuding the aura of a nouveau riche.

It was the former Second Division Vice-Captain, Marenoshin Oomaeda.

His appearance immediately drew the attention of some nobles. As one of the few favored retainers of the Shihouin Clan, many nobles wanted to curry favor with him.

However, Marenishin Oomaeda didn't even look at them, spat, took a deep breath, and walked straight towards Tsugikuni Yoriichi.

Upon arriving before Yoriichi and Yoruichi, he immediately bowed, his tone respectful:

"Greetings, Yoruichi-sama!"

"And…"

"Yoriichi-dono."

Since Tsugikuni Yoriichi was no longer his student, and he had become Yamamoto Genryusai's disciple, his seniority had inexplicably increased by several levels, so the address changed accordingly.

Yoruichi Shihouin nodded gently, her gaze first moving away from Yoriichi before looking at Marenishin, and asked:

"Is something wrong?"

"Uh…" Marenishin seemed to have difficulty expressing himself. He looked up, his words faltering.

After a long pause.

"Well, Captain Yoruichi, please don't get angry when I say this."

He said tentatively, "I'm about to retire, aren't I? Once I leave, the Vice-Captain of the Second Division should rightfully be inherited by my son."

"But you know Ōmaeda Marechiyo,my son , he's very erratic."

"I'm worried he won't be able to fulfill his duties as Vice-Captain, so I was thinking…"

"Let him study with Yoriichi-dono for a period of time."

"I heard Yoriichi-dono's teaching is very experienced, what do you think…"

"Hmm?" As his words fell, Yoruichi Shihouin's eyebrows raised slightly.

What kind of talk was this?

Why did it make her feel as if the Second Division couldn't teach Ōmaeda Marechiyo?

She knew Ōmaeda Marechiyo,he was just over a hundred years old, same as Tsugikuni Yoriichi.

The difference was, his reishi was only at the eighth level, barely a mid-level Seat Officer…

How did Marenishin come to the conclusion that he could become a Vice-Captain?

An excuse?

To give Ōmaeda Marechiyo a better future and connection, so Marenishin, as a father, wanted Ōmaeda Marechiyo to study with Tsugikuni Yoriichi for a period of time?

Hiss…

It was a bit of a headache; Yoruichi didn't misunderstand this behavior.

Ōmaeda Marenishin's departure, given his strength, wouldn't have much impact on the overall Second Division.

But the key was, how would the other Divisions view it?

Yoruichi found it difficult to answer.

Not far away,

Those nobles were speculating about the deeper meaning of the Ōmaeda family's move.

To let the next family head, Ōmaeda Marechiyo, study with Tsugikuni Yoriichi…

Since when could Lord Yoruichi's friend be above her?

Yet… Lord Yoruichi wasn't angry.

The change in this was very thought-provoking.

Some people believed they had seen the truth, and knowing smiles gradually appeared on their faces.

Yoriichi, on the other hand, was rather bewildered…

Who was Ōmaeda Marechiyo?

The name Tsugikuni Rukia once held no real influence.

It was merely a casual address among commoners.

However, after becoming a noble, the situation was completely different.

Nobles had special documents to record these titles, and they would not be forgotten even after thousands of years.

Yoriichi might not care about these things.

After all, he is a Shinigami, and he is destined to become a Captain in the future.

But he still had to consider his younger sister.

Kuchiki Sōjun’s gaze slowly moved away from Hisana and Rukia.

When his eyes met Yoriichi’s.

Yoriichi emerged from his contemplation and asked:

“Does it have limitations?”

“No.” Kuchiki Sōjun knew what Yoriichi was referring to, and he gently shook his head,

“As long as you wish, you can bestow the surname upon as many souls as you like, but you must be mindful of the impact.”

“Lest you misjudge people and be deliberately harmed.”

“This is a non-restrictive restriction, I suppose.”

Under normal circumstances, even their Kuchiki Clan would not casually bestow surnames.

Because once they are harmed, it will be a major event affecting the entire Seireitei.

It’s like someone killing people using their name.

In the end, this debt will still be counted against the Kuchiki Clan.

This is true even for the head of the Five Great Noble Clans.

Let alone other nobles and minor nobles.

Yoriichi nodded: “I understand.”

His gaze then turned to Hisana and Rukia, and after a moment of hesitation, he asked:

“What about you two?”

“We are willing!” Hisana and Rukia, who had exchanged glances with her sister earlier, responded in unison.

They agreed so decisively, not because they could become nobles.

More importantly, they did not want to be separated from Yoriichi.

Before, they were all alone, solitary and helpless.

Now that they had finally found family, even if it was a temporarily formed family, they could not bear to part.

What’s more…

Hisana slightly turned her head, looking at the long sword at her waist.

Rukia, on the other hand, looked up and scanned the wooden sword hanging on the wall.

Their eyes were incredibly firm.

Their resolute and unwavering attitude made Yoriichi silent for a while.

Finally, Yoriichi revealed a faint smile, seemingly with some nostalgia:

“Tsugikuni… very good.”

“Let’s go with that.”

He turned his gaze to Soujun: “What should I do?”

“You have already finished.” Kuchiki Sōjun smiled, “Bestowing a surname is not complicated; it only requires mutual consent.”

“Of course, the subsequent process is a bit cumbersome; you will need to go to the Noble District to register.”

“However, with us here, the Kuchiki Clan will help you resolve all troubles.”

“According to the time…”

He looked at the pocket watch he carried, “If there are no surprises, the process should already be completed.”

He nodded, and not long after his words fell.

Thump, thump.

There was a knock on the door outside.

Kuchiki Ginhui walked in with a stack of never-before-seen documents.

He walked up to Kuchiki Sōjun and respectfully handed them over:

“Young Master, these are all the procedures.”

“Hmm…” Kuchiki Sōjun took the documents and handed them to Yoriichi.

“Take a look, your names are all on it. If you get married someday and have a wife and children, just fill in a few lines on it and hand it over to those guys in the Noble District.”

“Even if it’s lost, it doesn’t matter. It has the unique mark of my Kuchiki Clan, and there are backups there, so they dare not neglect it.”

Yoriichi opened the documents and flipped through them, finding that it was indeed as Kuchiki Sōjun had said.

One has to admit, the efficiency of the high-ranking nobles is indeed fast.

According to the process, it would take at least three days to get something done.

He finished it in less than half an hour.

From today onwards, Hisana became Tsugikuni Hisana.

Rukia became Tsugikuni Rukia.

In this new world, they finally had family.

The emotions in Yoriichi’s heart were inexpressible.

He wanted to express his gratitude, but Kuchiki Sōjun waved his hand:

“No need to thank me. I’ve already said it; these are all that you deserve.”

“As for the gift…” He paused slightly,

“Turn to the back and take a look.”

Yoriichi turned to the end and found that there were several property deeds, located in the centre of the Noble District, with incalculable value.

But according to Yoriichi’s estimation, an ordinary Shinigami wouldn’t even be able to afford a single toilet even if he worked for a thousand years.

And the Kuchiki Clan gave three sets at once.

In addition, there were several shops located in the prosperous area of the Seireitei.

Based on the income.

It could be said that even if he did no work in the future, with these, the Tsugikuni Clan could continue for thousands of years without falling…

This…

Tsugikuni Yoriichi slowly raised his head, and reflected in his pupils was Kuchiki Sōjun’s calm expression.

As if these things were not important in his eyes.

“Are you satisfied?”

He said, “Of course, I know these might be a bit mundane for you, but as a noble, if you don’t have some industries under your name, you can easily be looked down upon by others.”

“At the same time, it will be difficult to support the servants you recruit later.”

“A large courtyard needs people to manage it.”

“This is also what my father entrusted me to give you.”

“As.”

“My repayment for saving me.”

“To be honest, I think these are a bit few.”

If he had died at the hands of Tsunayashiro, the Kuchiki Clan’s losses would have been far more than this; even several times over would not be enough.

It was only Tsugikuni Yoriichi’s status as a lower-ranking noble that limited him; otherwise, the Kuchiki Clan could have offered much more.

“It’s enough.” Yoriichi didn’t want to ask for too much.

This current residence was given by Yoruichi Shihouin.

It was registered under Rukia’s name.

Exhaling a breath, after some time, Kuchiki Sōjun got up and bid farewell.

At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun gradually disappeared, and the outside world fell into a hazy darkness.

Facing the last ray of sunlight, Kuchiki Sōjun turned and smiled:

“I am very happy to have met you today. If nothing unexpected happens, the family banquet will be held as usual, and I will have someone notify you then.”

“I hope you are prepared.”

“Of course, Hisana and Rukia can also come. The female members of the clan currently only include my sister. With more people, it can be livelier.”

His sister had previously married Kōga Kuchiki.

Although Kōga was a son-in-law who married into the family, he deeply loved her.

However, due to Kōga Kuchiki’s sudden betrayal, the wedding could not be held as usual, leaving her depressed.

To this day, her mental state has not returned to normal, and even her health has deteriorated.

Taking this opportunity, with these two lively girls present, perhaps some of her emotional knots can be resolved…

Yoriichi nodded, understanding: “I will definitely arrive as promised.”

...

...

At the same time.

In a certain area of the Seireitei, Tsunayashiro Yashin met with a masked man.

He looked at the item the other party handed over and couldn’t help but frown: “Are you sure this thing is useful?”

“Can it really deliver a fatal blow to Tsugikuni Yoriichi in the Captain assessment half a month later?”

“By the way, how did you know there would be a Captain assessment in half a month?”

“Zaraki Kenpachi is about to leave the Eleventh Division, former ninth division captain Kensei Muguruma will take over the Eleventh Division…”

“Tsugikuni Yoriichi is about to take over the Ninth Division…”

“My Tsunayashiro Clan doesn’t even know about these things…”

“Is your intelligence better than ours, the nobles?”

What does the Tsunayashiro Clan have to do with this?

Yoriichi's gaze was slightly puzzled; he wasn't clear about what had happened at the noble assembly.

But, from a Middle-Class Noble to a Lower-Class Noble…

In his opinion,

It's probably the difference between a Vice-Captain and a Seat Officer.

Although he didn't care,

But the details…

Kuchiki Sōjun paused, his gaze sweeping over the courtyard behind Yoriichi, and continued, "Are you not inviting us in for a sit, Yoriichi-dono?"

"This incident hasn't ended here. As the person involved, there are some things you should know, which is why we've come specifically to inform you."

Yoriichi silently stepped aside, and after inviting the two into the room, Hisana, who had been inside, consciouslyAfterwardssssss house.

After she brought the tea in,

Even Rukia, who had finished her training and wanted to enter the room, was stopped by her.

"Sister, what happened?"

In the corridor, Rukia's eyes were filled with confusion.

She tilted her head slightly, holding a wooden sword in her hand, its blade stained with sweat, making its colour slightly darker.

Swish.

Hanging it in the corner to air dry naturally, Rukia exhaled deeply, gazing at the setting sun.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell upon her, as if draping her in a golden cloak. She felt as though she could exhale all the weariness of the day.

Her muscles were a bit sore. Rukia rubbed her shoulders while looking at her sister and continued to ask,

"Could it be that Brother is meeting some important guests?"

"Kyōraku-uncle, or Ukitake-brother, or Shihouin-sister?"

Without complaining about Kyōraku Shunsui and Jūshirō Ukitake being the same age but one being called 'uncle,' Hisana whispered,

"You guessed correctly, but it's not them. I haven't seen those two before."

"But they seem to be of high status. At least, like Shihouin-sister, they are Upper-Class Nobles."

When Hisana was found by Yoriichi earlier, Kuchiki Sōjun was not near her, so her understanding of the two was almost zero.

"Upper-Class Nobles?" Rukia said in surprise, "And ones we haven't seen before? How could two unfamiliar nobles suddenly come to visit Brother?"

This was also what Hisana wanted to ask.

Unfortunately,

Having lived in Rukongai for a long time, she didn't know the intricacies of it all. She just assumed Yor. Ichi was too formidable; even upper-class nobles were trying to curry favour with him.

Harbouring such thoughts, a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Of course, the deep worry in her heart never dissipated.

Her complex gaze seemed to penetrate the sliding door, seeing the scene inside. Hisana slowly exhaled and walked to Rukia's side, sitting downdemeanourrrrrrr.

Sitting on the veranda, admiring the sunset in the sky, they began to chat about daily life and the past…

……

Inside the house.

In stark contrast to the leisurely atmosphere outside, Yoriichi looked at the two people in front of him with a grave expression, and soon heard from them the general events that had occurred that morning.

In summary, the noble assembly was a process of mutual bickering.

You present a piece of evidence, and I directly refute it. In the end, whoever has the best eloquence, whoever has the strongest sophistry.

That person will gain the advantage in righteousness.

There has never been a favoured thing as justice in Seireitei; everything is about profit, and righteousness represents profit.

It's like in the past, as long as you give me a reason, I can confiscate your property and execute you.

Deceased nobles, or nobles imprisoned in jail, are nothing…

Although their words were carefully chosen and did not directly express this meaning, Yoriichi still understood it.

Precisely, the Tsunayashiro Clan often did shady things and had a wealth of experience, so their sophistry skills were generally superior to other nobles.

This led to the Kuchiki Clan's efforts to overthrow the Tsunayashiro being minimal.

They were even slandered in return by the Tsunayashiro Clan, who accused the Kuchiki Clan of having ill intentions.

Because they couldn't find the culprit, they randomly placed the blame, attempting to suppress political rivals.

Since there was no substantial evidence, the matter eventually died down after much argument, but both sides knew that the other would not give up.

The Kuchiki Clan, for its dignity, could not end this war.

If he couldn't even protect his own son and allowed the culprit to roam free, Kuchiki Ginrei's more than a thousand years as head of the family would have been in vain.

Similarly, the Tsunayashiro Clan, to prevent their own decline, would certainly not admit to this crime.

Although some people knew that it was indeed done by certain individuals within their family, the other party was, after all, the head of the family…

Facing the family heir, a few words would suffice.

Did they still want to punish him?

Regrettably, apart from the Tsunayashiro Clan and their dependents, no one gave them face, and the attack incident thus fell into a stalemate.

Afterwards, to ease the tense atmosphere, some people actively played the peacemaker, skipping this topic and beginning to discuss the Kuchiki Clan's second matter.

Namely… the explanation of the proposal for Tsugikuni Yoriichi to become a noble.

Many people were opposed to this matter because they believed Tsugikuni Yoriichi's Zanpakuto was too dangerous.

Once he became a noble, it meant he was on the same level as them, and even if he killed someone, he wouldn't receive the punishment he deserved…

If anyone accidentally provoked him and was sent to hell…

They would have nowhere to cry.

Naturally, the nobles, for their own safety, could not agree to this proposal.

However, considering that the other party was the Kuchiki Clan, the head of the five great Upper-Class Nobles…

Even if they refused, it couldn't be too obvious, or they would be remembered by the other party as a deliberate provocation.

Such is the way of human relationships: those who give gifts are not remembered, but those who don't are remembered clearly.

So, those nobles displayed various tricks, using all sorts of euphemistic words, subtly and overtly rejecting the Kuchiki Clan's proposal.

But who would have thought?

Finally, Yoruichi Shihouin stepped forward.

In front of all the nobles, she disregarded the attitude of the clan elders behind her and directly sided with the Kuchiki Clan.

This stance created an unpredictable chain reaction.

Some nobles who had not yet clearly expressed their stance murmured, wondering if the Kuchiki Clan and the Shihouin Clan had reached some agreement.

Even the Shihouin Clan agreed; if they didn't, wouldn't they offend two Upper-Class Nobles at once?

One might be fine, the Kuchiki Clan values their reputation and probably wouldn't settle scores later, but the Shihouin are different!

Their head, Yoruichi Shihouin, takes action when things get serious.

She'll beat you if she says so, without any noble demeanour. Anyway, they couldn't imagine what would happen in the future if they refused.

Perhaps they'd be ambushed and beaten black and blue on the street, then, after an injury assessment, it would be ruled that they fell themselves.

Or perhaps stabbed in the back, with every stab hitting a vital point, ruled as suicide…

Well, the latter statement was a bit exaggerated, but the meaning was clear, and it sent shivers down the nobles' spines.

They had the confidence to persecute an ordinary Shinigami, even if the other party was Captain-Commander Yamamoto's disciple.

But they didn't have the confidence to oppress a Shinigami favoured by Yoruichi Shihouin. So, they could only abandon their original arguments and all agreed to the Kuchiki Clan's proposal.

Hearing Kuchiki Sōjun say this, Yoriichi slowly raised his eyes:

"Isn't the situation developing quite well so far?"

"I haven't heard of any interference from the Tsunayashiro Clan."

"It's coming now." Kuchiki Sōjun shook his head slightly, his hands gripping the steaming teacup on the low table.

His unhurried voice echoed around:

"Your Zanpakuto's ability is very dangerous, at least, it is to those nobles.

They have done countless despicable things in their lives, and facing your attacks, they simply cannot resist."

"And once your status reaches Middle-Class Noble, with Lower-Class Nobles serving as a retreat, it will pose a substantial threat to them."

"For example, if you, after becoming a Middle-Class Noble, were to kill another Middle-Class or even Upper-Class Noble out of a sense of justice."

"Under Captain-Commander Yamamoto's protection, your noble rank would probably be reduced to Lower-Class Noble. A Lower-Class Noble is still a noble, and other nobles cannot dispose of you at will."

"But, if you were a Lower-Class Noble to begin with, it would be different."

"Once you act, you will lose all your power and become an ordinary person."

"They could then use this reason to imprison you, thereby cutting off all threats you pose to them."

"Therefore, afterwards, the Tsunayashiro Clan subtly used this reason to make those nobles realise your terrifying nature."

"Our Kuchiki Clan, even if we wanted to refute, were powerless…"

"Because what they said was true."

"Even if Yoruichi-dono strenuously objected, your noble rank has already been decided, changing from the original Middle-Class to Lower-Class."

"We are very sorry about this."

The reason he could become a Middle-Class Noble was out of respect for Yamamoto Genryusai; if it weren't for the Tsunayashiro Clan's interference, this matter would certainly have succeeded.

Unfortunately,

They ruined it with a single sentence.

Afterwards, the Kuchiki Clan reviewed the situation and found that under those circumstances, they had no other choice but to compromise.

Hell has always been synonymous with terror.

If they didn't know the truth, if they didn't know Yoriichi's true character, they probably would have sided with the Tsunayashiro as well.

No noble would sit idly by and allow their power, their future life, to be completely controlled by a Shinigami.

Sigh…

Silently exhaling, Kuchiki Sōjun awaited Tsugikuni Yoriichi's response.

Yoriichi slowly raised his eyes at this moment, his voice like a calm surface of water, without a ripple: "Is that so…"

"They fear my power…"

"That's why they suppress me…"

"Thank you for the reminder, Sōjun-dono."

He nodded slightly, his movements composed.

Seeing this, Kuchiki Sōjun asked in confusion, "Yoriichi-dono, aren't you angry at all?"

"Why should I be angry?" Yoriichi smiled, as if he hadn't taken the matter to heart. He clasped his hands, his eyes clean and pure:

"Sōjun-dono, have you ever heard the saying, 'If you're not envied, you're mediocre'?"

"They fear me, which is a good thing."

"Shinigami have long lives; there will always be opportunities in the future."

……

Upon hearing this, Kuchiki Sōjun's puzzled expression gradually faded, replaced by a look of understanding:

"Yoriichi-dono, my father once said that you were very much to his liking, and I didn't believe it then."

"Now I do."

"My father said the same thing; he believes those nobles who stand with the Tsunayashiro Clan won't be rampant for too long."

"Even if no evidence can be found, it's enough to be a thorn in their side."

"We believe you can continue to climb higher. This is a gift, please accept it."

He pulled something from his sleeve. Yoriichi took it and looked. It was a badge made of a special material, inscribed with the characters 'Tsugikuni' and emitting a faint reishi fluctuation.

Kuchiki Sōjun explained, "This is one of the symbols of your becoming a Lower-Class Noble. The materials used to forge it are worth three properties in Seireitei."

"Possessing it means you have the right to bestow a surname. The rules among nobles are quite strict. I remember your two younger sisters…"

"Miss Hisana and Miss Rukia, they don't have a surname yet, do they?"

"Hmm… The surname I'm referring to is not the one you gave them before becoming a noble. Only by being given a surname in the presence of other nobles can they become nobles and enter the Tsugikuni Clan."

"Coincidentally, I, Kuchiki Sōjun, can be a witness."

This line of reasoning was so fluid that it caught Yoriichi off guard, his hand, which had been playing with the badge, suddenly stiffening.

He slowly raised his eyes.

Then he heard,

"Besides that, we have other gifts for you, as compensation for your inability to become a Middle-Class Noble."

"Please, don't refuse our kindness. Everything is legal, compliant, and reasonable. You saved me."

"No attitude is too much for a lifesaver."

"If you have no objections, Yoriichi-dono, shall I invite them in now?"

He tentatively asked Yoriichi, and seeing no response from him, his tone became emotional,

"It's also good news, I suppose. They've shed their Rukongai status, and from now on, their lives will be smooth sailing."

"Ginhui-uncle."

As the voice fell, Kuchiki Ginhui left the room and, after a short while, invited Hisana and Rukia, who were outside, inside.

The two girls were still unaware of what had happened, but seeing the silent atmosphere in the room, they dared not speak, only sitting quietly in a corner of the room, still as cicadas in winter.

Kuchiki Sōjun scanned Hisana and Rukia's remarkably similar faces, and seeing them with their hands clasped on their knees, looking inexplicably constrained, he smiled:

"Haha, don't be nervous, just treat me as your brother's friend. Are you two twins?"

After a moment of silence, Hisana quietly replied, "No…"

Hearing this answer, Kuchiki Sōjun nodded. He turned his gaze to Yoriichi, paused for a few seconds, then slowly explained to the two girls:

"There is a choice before you now. I wonder if you will agree."

"Just now, your brother officially became a Lower-Class Noble."

"Therefore, if you wish to continue identifying yourselves as his sisters, he will need to bestow a surname upon you."

"A noble's surname."

"What are your thoughts?"

Noble?

Hisana's pupils widened slightly. Outside, she had thought of many things, but she never imagined that her brother would actually become a noble…

To be given a noble surname…

Could it be…

"You guessed correctly." As if seeing the thought in Hisana's eyes, Kuchiki Sōjun responded with a smile,

"If you agree, from today onward, you will be Tsugikuni Hisana."

"Your sister will also be the same, becoming Tsugikuni Rukia, a surname with true legal effect."

“How is it?”

Inside a spacious and bright room in the Seireitei.

Tsugikuni Yoriichi looked at Hisana, who had returned home, and seeing her joyful expression, he couldnself-defenceask, “There shouldn’t be any discomfort, right?”

His gaze lightly swept over the sword hanging at Hisana’s waist.

He paused.

And continued, “If there is, remember to tell me. Don’t force yourself; this machine is still in the experimental stage.”

“Even if there are some issues, it’s reasonable.”

Beside them, Yoruichi Shihouin, who had returned with the two, pouted upon hearing this.

“I say, Yoriichi, speaking ill is not a good habit. The machine definitely has no problems.”

“Kisuke and I vouched for it.”

“He said he would eat this sword if there were any problems, and I believe him.”

“Even if you don’t believe him, believe me. I wouldn’t harm Hisana, would I?”

Yoriichi looked sideways. “That’s not what I meant. I just think that when it comes to life safety, one must be careful.”

“Since it’s about to become a commodity, we must be responsible for those Shinigami.”

“I know that. The Ōmaeda family does exactly that. Although we are nobles, we don’t earn money against our conscience,” Yoruichi Shihouin waved her hand.

Her gaze then shifted to Hisana, finally settling on the weapon at her waist.

“Try it. From the time you returned until now, enough time should have passed.”

“This sword contains five reishi-absorbing devices.”

“It takes three days to absorb completely.”

“But to unleash a minimal sword pressure, it only takes ten minutes.”

“Let Yoriichi see the strength you possess now, so he can rest assured in the future.”

“Draour sword, Hisana.”

“Aim it at me.”

Yoruichi’s voice unconsciously became serious.

The smile on Hisana’s face gradually faded, replaced by a hint of worry and hesitation.

“Um… Miss Yoruichi.”

“Do we really have to do this?”

“I think…”

She couldn’t bring herself to do it, so her gaze inadvertently flickered towards Tsugikuni Yoriichi, seemingly seeking his opinion.

Yoruichi crossed her arms at this.

“Don’t worry, Hisana. I know it’s a bit difficult for you to do these things now, but this is a hurdle you must overcome.”

“The Seireitei is not safe.”

“And your health isn’t good, so you can only rely on cleverness.”

“Of course, you can also choose to live in Rukongai, but then you won’t be able to see your sister.”

“You’ve wasted more than ten years in Rukongai. Don’t you want to live well with your sister?”

“Of course I do!” When Rukia was mentioned, Hisana’s expression became slightly agitated.

She slowly calmed her breathing, composed herself for a while, then whispered.

“It’s just… I don’t understand what essential connection there is between fighting and living with my sister.”

“I just want to live peacefully with Rukia in a quiet place, that’s all.”

“A place with no hunger, no war, no unrest, just living happily with her until the day we grow old…”

“It would be even better if my brother could be there…”

“Unfortunately, I know these are all unrealistic fantasies…”

“This is not a fantasy,” Yoriichi responded in due course. “You’ve misunderstood one thing, Hisana. Self-preservation and combat are two completely different concepts.”

“Self-preservation can involve combat, but combat cannot solely be self-preservation.”

“Almost every creature has an instinct for self-protection. You don’t have to resist your instincts.”

“Imagine, if one day Rukia and you were harmed by others, and you had no weapons in your hands, what could you do?”

“Use your teeth, or your fists? Obviously, carrying a weapon becomes extremely important.”

“You don’t need to learn how to fight; you only need to learn how to unleash sword pressure and how to protect yourself from harm. That’s all.”

“This is also what we both hope for.”

Upon hearing this, the confusion in Hisana’s eyes gradually faded.

She raised her head, looked at Yoriichi, and asked, seemingly uncertainly, “Really?”

“Brother…”

“Of course it’s true,” Yoruichi answered first. “What Yoriichi wants to say is also what I want to say.”

“A beautiful girl like you, if you don’t learn one or two self-defense skills, you will suffer greatly in the future.”

“Perhaps you don’t know yet, but Rukia possesses considerable abilities now.”

“As an older sister, you can’t always let your younger sister protect you, can you?”

“No…” Hisana blurted out.

She really wanted to say that she would protect her sister, but the words got stuck in her throat.

Because the difference in strength between her and her sister was not just a little bit…

Eleven years ago, she was still a baby, and eleven years later, she could already easily defeat an adult…

As for herself… even defeating a child was difficult.

Silently exhaling, Hisana’s gaze gradually became firm.

She swept her gaze over Yoruichi’s slender yet explosive body.

One hand rested on the sword hilt, maintaining as much respect as possible.

“Miss Yoruichi, I will work hard.”

“Now, please teach me.”

Yoruichi exchanged a glance with Yoriichi upon hearing this, their eyes filled with relief.

Then, she informed Hisana how to activate the machine.

Under normal circumstances, this sword could only absorb reishi and not release it, to prevent accidental injury.

But if operated according to the instructions, the internal reishi could be released all at once.

With the blade pointed at Yoruichi, it was visible that Hisana’s hands, gripping the hilt, were trembling slightly.

She tried to inhale, calming her nervousness, causing her chest to visibly rise and fall.

Finally, with a mindset of going all out, as the reishi converged and was unleashed.

Buzz!

A blue slash containing a small amount of spiritual pressure, accompanied by Hisana’s slight trembling, suddenly burst forth.

The air in front was finely sliced, flying silently. The crescent-shaped blue moon looked particularly striking and dangerous.

However.

Due to excessive nervousness, the attack went off course.

Seeing it pass through the doorway and about to pierce a building, Yoruichi could only leap into the air and shatter it mid-air.

Bang!

The blue crescent-shaped sword energy was lightly crushed by a slender finger.

In the eyes of the few people, countless reishi traces, like starlight, were reflected, dazzling and brilliant.

Hisana let out a long breath, the unease in her heart finally disappearing.

But correspondingly, Yoruichi was a little helpless.

She landed like a dragonfly skimming the water, secretly thinking that Hisana’s psychological resilience was not very good.

She even missed an attack at such close range.

It seems she still needs frequent practice.

Hopefully, the birthday party in two days can be held smoothly.

It’s a good opportunity for Hisana to be present, and it will also make those guys understand the importance of this business.

The Shihouin Clan naturally wouldn’t hoard everything.

But, only limited to their vassals.

As they chatted, a masked mobile unit member suddenly appeared.

Whoosh… A sound like wind breaking arose. Approaching Yoruichi, he quietly reported a few things.

Subsequently.

Yoruichi seemed to have caught some crucial news, and her expression suddenly changed.

Her long, slender black eyebrows gently furrowed, and when she turned to Yoriichi, a look of apology appeared on her face:

“Sorry, Yoriichi, I have something to deal with here, so I’ll take my leave first.”

“Hisana, remember to get along well with your brother.”

“I’ll come to see you again after some time.”

“Take care.”

After saying “Take care,” she turned to leave.

As she turned, Yoriichi caught a glimpse of a serious look flashing in her eyes.

He subconsciously asked, “Is it serious?”

Step.

Yoruichi suddenly stopped.

Facing the question, she turned and gave a strained smile: “It’s alright.”

At these words, the Shinigami from the Second Division beside her frowned slightly.

He didn’t understand why Lady Yoruichi would suddenly stop.

Were these people more important than noble affairs?

He was about to scold these commoners for wasting Lady Yoruichi’s time, but the next second, Yoruichi, sensing his intent, glared at him.

That wild gaze, like a leopard’s, carried immense pressure, pressing down like a mountain, sending a chill down his spine.

He swallowed twice, and subconsciously, he swallowed all his words.

Immediately after.

Yoruichi turned her head as if nothing had happened, her smile still present: “It’s nothing major, just a noble meeting.”

“It’s held three, five, or six times a year. This time, it’s probably because of Kuchiki Sōjun’s attack.”

“The next head of the Kuchiki Clan was almost forcibly killed in Rukongai, and those nobles in the Kuchiki faction were on the verge of erupting in violence.”

“Speaking of which, this matter is related to you.”

“Yoriichi.”

Hearing Yoruichi mention Kuchiki Sōjun, Yoriichi nodded lightly.

Noble meeting… Was it because of this?

But the problem is, shouldn’t the culprit have already been found?

Unaware of the details, Yoriichi asked briefly, and his short question instantly made Yoruichi look helpless:

“The culprit…”

“That’s hard to find. There’s no evidence at the scene proving the Tsunayashiro Clan is the culprit. That clan is very cautious in their actions.”

“The residual reishi, after verification, showed no matches in the Seireitei. Unless he reappears, this matter will remain a mystery.”

“I understand your confusion, but that’s how it is among nobles. Today you kill me, tomorrow I kill him, unless you possess unparalleled strength.”

“Otherwise.”

“Any Shinigami could suddenly die one day.”

“You need to be careful, Yoriichi. You’ve already been targeted by them.”

As she said this, Yoruichi’s tone suddenly became serious, and she admonished:

“I don’t want to wake up one day and hear the news of your sudden death.”

“If you have the chance, come visit my Shihouin Clan more often. Although the Tsunayashiro are crazy, they wouldn’t risk being attacked by the other high-ranking nobles to attack you.”

“You saved Kuchiki Sōjun, which has already earned you the goodwill of the Kuchiki Clan. And if you establish contact with my Shihouin Clan…”

“It can be said that within the Seireitei, apart from those Shinigami who are naturally high-ranking nobles, no one can surpass you in status.”

Her words were spoken slowly, each word clear and distinct, as if she were stating something of utmost importance.

Yoriichi, though not interested in status or such things, still expressed his gratitude for Yoruichi Shihouin’s words:

“I understand. Thank you for your reminder.”

“Mm.” Yoruichi nodded faintly.

She thought for a moment, and finding no other words to admonish, she turned again.

“Let’s go.”

Calling the Shinigami from the Second Division who had come to report the news, she instantly disappeared into the distance with a gust of wind.

The air returned to its usual quietness, and Tsugikuni Yoriichi exhaled silently.

After the Shinigami from the Second Division also disappeared, he looked sideways at Hisana beside him and said softly:

“Hisana, don’t just stand there. Come inside with me.”

“Your aim isn’t very good. I’ll accompany you to continue training this afternoon until you no longer tremble when holding the sword.”

Step… Yoriichi stepped over the threshold and returned to the room.

Hisana regained her composure, watched this scene, took a deep breath, and said earnestly: “Yes!”

“I will work hard, Brother!”

...

...

In the afternoon.

Yoriichi, who was training Hisana, suddenly heard a knock at the door.

He opened the door and saw that it was Kuchiki Sōjun.

Accompanying Kuchiki Sōjun was the old Shinigami he had seen before, seemingly named Kuchiki Ginhui, one of the Kuchiki Clan’s top experts.

Unsure of their purpose, he asked softly, “Is something the matter?”

Kuchiki Sōjun was about to smile but was interrupted by Kuchiki Ginhui’s cough beside him:

“Cough… Young Master Sōjun, mind your demeanor.”

“Within the Seireitei, your every action represents the decorum and etiquette of the Kuchiki Clan.”

“What does it matter?” Kuchiki Sōjun retorted, “Demeanor and etiquette are matters for Father to consider. I’m just the next head of the family.”

“The next head of the family is also the head of the family.”

“Don’t forget how many eyes are on you right now.”

Their conversation continued, and Yoriichi was about to ask if they had come to the wrong place.

Kuchiki Sōjun suddenly said, “Uncle Ginhui, you’re just too meddlesome. Don’t forget our purpose for coming. Let’s get back to business.”

His calm and gentle eyes looked at Yoriichi, exuding an extremely approachable aura:

“We came to find you this time, Sir Yoriichi. Do you remember when you saved me from a group of rebels?”

“I originally wanted to invite you to the Kuchiki Clan’s family banquet, but recently, there have been many affairs, and the banquet has been repeatedly postponed. To express my gratitude, my father specifically convened a noble meeting.”

“If I’m not mistaken, you should have heard about it from Lady Yoruichi, the one this morning.”

“The content of the meeting is to find the true culprit who attacked me and to nominate you to become a noble.”

Noble?

As the words fell, Yoriichi’s thoughts briefly froze. It felt like being struck by lightning, catching him off guard.

—No one told him about it.

Yoriichi opened his mouth, wanting to ask for details.

Kuchiki Sōjun, as if he had anticipated this, answered him:

“Hmm… We know you might be very surprised, but please calm down. These are all things you deserve.”

“You saved me, indirectly recovering a large amount of loss for the Kuchiki Clan.”

“With such merit, it would be unreasonable if you couldn’t become a noble.”

“Of course, having said that, it’s a lower-ranking noble. Please don’t mind it. If it weren’t for the Tsunayashiro Clan interfering…”

“A middle-ranking noble would have been a sure thing.”

Every word and phrase was filled with disdain for Kisuke Urahara.

It was as if no matter how intelligent or high his status, in their eyes, he was nothing more than a dog that could never straighten its back.

Tsunayashiro Hikaru, who had long indigo hair and a handsome appearance, frowned slightly upon hearing this.

He gently stroked his chin with a slender finger, then looked up at the silver-haired youth who had offered the suggestion, nodding in approval:

"Third Brother is right. The Gotei 13 is nothing to us."

"Even if the other party is the Captain of the Twelfth Division, we can summon and dismiss him at will."

"If I'm not mistaken, he must have made those things. As long as we invite him over, the Shihouin Clan's business will collapse without a fight."

"How can such an important business, a merit that benefits all Shinigami, be entirely handed over to the Shihoin Clan?"

"Recalling back then, when the Artificial Soul technology was created, its profits were divided among our Four Great Noble Clans."

"Only those self-righteous fellows from the Shiba Family gave up these profits."

"Otherwise, after all these years, why would they have declined so severely?"

"One step slow means every step slow. We absolutely cannot let them stand above us."

If not for the massive blow the family suffered from the previous years' losses, from which they still hadn't recovered, the Kucihki Clan wouldn't have surpassed their Tsunayashiro Clan to become the head of the Five Great Noble Families.

The title "Second" was already unpleasant, and now with Shihouin becoming "Third."

Their ancestors would likely be furious, scolding them for being idiots and ruining the family.

Heaven help them, all of this was the old family head's problem.

The old family head had been determined to become the Soul King but ultimately failed.

If not for that, how could he have been suppressed by the other Four Great Noble Clans and confined within the clan, never to inquire about worldly affairs again?

His children, during the old family head's absence, naturally had to shoulder their respective responsibilities.

If nothing unexpected happened, whoever handled this matter best would become the new family head.

Some people secretly pondered, exchanging glances, understanding each other's thoughts.

However, due to their excellent noble conduct, they did not let these thoughts show on their faces.

Elegant smiles remained on their faces, but in their hearts, they were each devising their own plans.

At this moment.

Creak...

A long, grating sound suddenly broke the silence in the room.

Everyone looked towards the sound, only to see the room's large door slowly pushed open. A carefree young man, with one hand in his pocket, leisurely walked in.

"Fifth Brother, why are you only just arriving?" Tsunayashiro Hikaru frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure in his tone.

Tsunayashiro Yashin slowly raised his head, glancing at him indifferently, his expression full of unconcern:

"Nothing, it took some time to teach a lesson to a servant. Those fellows were too noisy, actually thinking a simple 'sorry' would make me dismiss them."

"I had someone cut out his tongue. Servants don't need to speak anyway."

"You..."

Seemingly anticipating the lecture Hikaru was about to give, Tsunayashiro Yashin directly interrupted him:

"Big Brother, I don't need you to tell me how to do things."

"I'm not a child anymore. You all discuss what you need to, just tell me what to do in the end."

"Don't tell me you still feel pity for some servants."

"I am a noble. Even if I execute him, no one can say anything about it."

"Just cutting out his tongue is already a great mercy. Do you believe me if I call him here now, he'd still be grateful to me?"

His tone was as calm as water, yet his demeanour was incredibly arrogant.

His attitude greatly displeased Tsunayashiro Hikaru, and it was bad enough that he lacked noble grace; he didn't even have the punctuality a noble should possess.

If he weren't the youngest child of the current head, and his father hadn't doted on him so much before, Hikaru would have wanted to expel him right then.

Almost everyone present had a chance to become the family head; only he did not.

Tsunayashiro Hikaru took a deep breath, trying to suppress his dissatisfaction, and said in a muffled voice: "Since you're here, never mind, it's just a servant."

"Let's discuss together how to snatch the cake from the Shihoin Clan."

"Currently, we have a general idea: to invite the creator responsible for this business, Kisuke Urahara."

"Whether by coercion or enticement, as long as we can make him work for our Tsunayashiro Clan, it will be our victory."

Tsunayashiro Yashin calmly sat down. He looked at his eldest brother and asked, "Why can't we touch Tsugikuni Yoriichi?"

"I heard about the situation on my way here. Besides him, there should also be a Vice-Captain of the Tenth Division, right?"

"Normally, isn't touching a Vice-Captain easier than touching a Captain?"

"Theoretically, yes, but unfortunately, he's not just a simple Vice-Captain." Tsunayashiro Hikaru glanced at Yashin.

Despite his displeasure with the younger man's interruption, as an elder brother, and for the position of family head, he chose to ignore it and explained:

"His teacher is Yamamoto Genryusai. If we touch him, that Head Captain will certainly not let it go."

"Father and he are of the same age, but Father's mental state is not as good as his. In a direct confrontation, we would be at a great disadvantage, so we cannot take that risk."

"A gentleman does not stand under a crumbling wall. You should understand this principle. In contrast, only Kisuke Urahara poses the least risk."

"Although he is friends with Yoruichi Shihouin, the relationship of friends..."

He showed an expression that implied: "It simply cannot withstand the test of profit or human nature."

"This is our opportunity."

What a load of rubbish.

Tsunayashiro Yashin scoffed inwardly. That's why he hated his elder brother's demeanour the most—seemingly steady, but in reality, just cowardly.

In this day and age, the bold thrive, and the timid starve. If one isn't aggressive, how can one succeed?

Like the assassination of Kuchiki Sōjun, besides him, who else thought of it?

No one at all.

But unfortunately, a variable appeared in the middle—Tsugikuni Yoriichi.

He hadn't wanted to bother with this kid, but he kept appearing before him again and again.

Even Tsunayashiro Yashin, who wanted to ignore him, couldn't help but secretly grit his teeth now.

—He must die.

However, due to his lack of status, his words were not adopted by anyone.

After the meeting, everyone unanimously agreed that kidnapping Kisuke Urahara was the best course of action.

—They were all cowards. Letting them inherit the family head position was an insult to the family.

A true family head should be like Father, daring to challenge the authority of the Soul Society, daring to challenge the Soul King.

Since these elder brothers couldn't be relied on, he would do it himself.

Tsunayashiro Yashin's eyes immediately gleamed with a sharp light. As he walked out of the room, he met someone approaching.

His appearance was somewhat familiar, yet also somewhat strange, like a cunning viper.

He thought for a moment...

Hmm, he remembered now.

It was a distant relative from a branch family, at the lowest rank.

Tsunayashiro Tokinada.

If he remembered correctly, this fellow had previously been reported by the Gotei 13 for murdering his wife and was subsequently placed under house arrest.

What was he doing here?

Was this a place he was allowed to be?

Tsunayashiro Yashin frowned slightly.

Tsunayashiro Tokinada, in his eyes, was so glaring.

This was not a place they should be.

Because within the family, the hierarchy was strict.

The status of a branch family was almost the same as that of a servant in the eyes of the main family.

Let alone someone at the very bottom.

They were like annoying parasites, barely surviving in the corners of the family.

Under normal circumstances, Tsunayashiro Yashin felt that even speaking a single word to someone from a branch family would be beneath him.

Moreover, at this moment, Tsunayashiro Tokinada was brazenly heading straight for him.

This action was like throwing a huge stone into a calm lake, instantly stirring up Tsunayashiro Yashin's aversion.

The repulsion in his eyes grew even stronger.

The reprimand was just at the tip of his tongue.

The next second.

"Greetings, Young Master Yashin."

Tsunayashiro Tokinada suddenly stopped. He bowed slightly, gesturing respectfully, as if facing a monarch.

His etiquette made it difficult to find fault.

Tsunayashiro Yashin narrowed his eyes slightly, also stopping, and spoke slowly: "Ah, Tokinada. Do you have business here?"

He wanted to see what this fellow was up to.

Previously, he had not failed to meet Tsunayashiro Tokinada.

At that time, Tokinada was just like him.

Arrogant, brazen.

Because of a minor lapse in etiquette from a subordinate, he mercilessly killed the subordinate, and even his wife, who came to mediate, died at his hands.

While both could be considered scoundrels, Tsunayashiro Yashin believed he was undoubtedly the more benevolent of the two.

At least, he wouldn't kill people at the drop of a hat.

Of course, his attitude towards disobedient subordinates wasn't good either.

The two were practically birds of a feather.

However, the only thing Tsunayashiro Yashin could not tolerate was someone being more arrogant than himself.

Therefore, when he saw Tsunayashiro Tokinada suffer a setback and be confined, the schadenfreude in Yashin's heart was practically overflowing.

Now, Tsunayashiro Tokinada was adopting an extremely humble posture in front of him.

Heh... does he think this will win my favour?

Trash is trash. They'll never amount to anything.

Tsunayashiro Yashin's expression remained normal, but the disdain in his eyes was unconcealed.

He quietly looked at Tsunayashiro Tokinada, and after a moment's pause, his tone was full of mockery:

"Little Brother Tokinada, this isn't where you should be. You haven't forgotten your status, have you..."

"Of course not."

Despite sensing the other party's unconcealed condescension, Tsunayashiro Tokinada's attitude remained respectful:

"I came here this time to find you, Young Master Yashin."

"I've heard about what's happening outside. The Shihouin Clan's actions are truly inappropriate. I can help you reclaim their industries."

"Oh?" Tsunayashiro Yashin smiled, a hint of mockery in his grin.

He put one hand in his pocket. "What method do you have?"

"Don't tell me it's that same old trick of kidnapping Kisuke Urahara. I'm tired of hearing it; it's too foolish."

"No." Tsunayashiro Tokinada decisively denied.

"Of course not, Young Master Yashin. Aren't you curious how that weapon was actually made?"

"Logically speaking, any technology needs prerequisite conditions to achieve breakthrough progress."

"And you know the technologies the Twelfth Division previously researched."

"Artificial Soul and reishi absorption are unrelated."

"If it were Kisuke Urahara's own technology, then he wouldn't need to bring along Shinigami from other divisions."

"Even if the other party is Yamamoto Genryusai's disciple."

"It's clear that the source of this technology is not the Shihouin Clan."

"This... is our breakthrough point."

At this point, he looked around and lowered his voice:

"Young Master Yashin, if I'm not mistaken, your thoughts should be similar to mine, right?"

"That's why you find the idea of kidnapping Kisuke Urahara too foolish."

"..."

Is that so?

Tsunayashiro Yashin's brow furrowed slightly.

The reason he didn't want to kidnap Kisuke Urahara was simply because Tsugikuni Yoriichi's performance made him too uncomfortable.

He had ruined his plans repeatedly.

However...

In front of a branch family member.

To prevent the other party from noticing his slowness, he feigned composure and coughed twice:

"Indeed."

"You're a clever fellow; you managed to figure that out. I felt the same way."

Bullshit.

Seeing Yashin's attitude, a hint of disdain rose in Tsunayashiro Tokinada's heart.

Such trash becoming the head of the family was an insult to the clan.

He had long been displeased with these main family members.

But there was no choice, because his status was too low, and subsequent plans still required the help of these people.

So he could only pretend to be respectful as much as possible, lowering his posture, and speaking slowly:

"I knew it. With your wisdom, Young Master, how could you not have discovered these things?"

"I believe that to seize this industry, digging up their roots is the quickest and most reasonable method."

"If I'm not mistaken, this technology was provided by Tsugikuni Yoriichi."

"Although he is Yamamoto Genryusai's disciple, as long as we only seek wealth and fame, and don't harm anyone, we will most likely not be targeted by Yamamoto Genryusai."

"It's the same no matter whose hands this technology is in; it's just that the Shihouin Clan got involved first."

"Young Master Yashin, please hear me out..."

...

...

Some time later.

Bang.

A loud noise broke the silence. Tsunayashiro Tokinada was violently kicked to the ground by Tsunayashiro Yashin.

The latter coldly looked at Tsunayashiro Tokinada, who was sprawled on the ground, hands in pockets, and scornfully laughed:

"You're trash. Look at your own status. You actually dare to cooperate with me? Are you worthy?"

"My listening to your plan doesn't mean I agree to let you join my ranks."

"Outside, you might be a high-ranking noble,

but in my eyes, you're just a branch family member whose status is slightly higher than an ant."

"If you understand, then scram!"

Now that he had the complete plan, Tsunayashiro Tokinada was useless.

Tsunayashiro Yashin wouldn't be foolish enough to share the credit with others.

Although the plan was provided by Tsunayashiro Tokinada, who would believe a branch family member?

Even if it went to Father, he would still be in the right.

Tsunayashiro Tokinada's thoughts were in disarray from the kick.

He propped himself up with his hands, looking at Tsunayashiro Yashin in disbelief, his tone hard to comprehend:

"Why, Young Master Yashin? I was loyal to you!"

While saying this, he scoffed inwardly.

He had long known the character of the main family members; each one was a refined egoist.

When a plan was about to succeed, they would mercilessly kick out collaborators to prevent the loss of credit.

The current development was as he had envisioned, so next, he would likely be mercilessly thrown out.

This was also what he hoped for; only this way could he place himself outside the vortex.

Tsunayashiro Yashin looked at him, spat, and his eyes were full of contempt:

"Why? Good question. Because I am the main family, and you are a branch family."

"A branch family should sacrifice everything to help the main family climb to a higher position."

"I will remember you, but only remember."

"Uncle Feng."

As his voice fell, the butler appeared beside him like a ghost.

His brows were lowered, and his posture was as elegant as a gentleman: "This old man is here."

"Throw him out." Tsunayashiro Yashin glanced at Tsunayashiro Feng and ordered, his tone indifferent.

Then he added another sentence.

"And make sure he remembers what to say and what not to say."

"I don't want someone to question my plan someday."

"Yes." Tsunayashiro Feng accepted the order.

Upon reaching Tsunayashiro Tokinada, one hand, like an iron clamp, lifted the "bewildered" man, and he slowly walked out of the building.

As he left, Tsunayashiro Tokinada symbolically struggled twice.

Then.

Thud.

A pain in his neck, everything went black, and he knew nothing more.

“In a sense, you are the creator of this invention.”

“Because without the data you brought back, no matter how much of a genius Kisuke was, he would never have been able to research it.”

“Just like electricity existed… then computers and televisions came into being.”

Technological breakthroughs have prerequisites, so Yoruichi Shihouin was not wrong in saying that.

However, selling machines…

Shouldn't this be a weapon?

Yoriichi voiced his doubt.

Yoruichi replied, “Machine or weapon… does it matter?”

“Look at Soul Candy; every Soul Candy possesses power beyond that of a human.”

“They can run a hundred meters in three seconds and jump ten meters high. However, even with these inhuman statistics, what do they amount to in front of a true Shinigami?”

“Kisuke’s invention is the same.”

“It merely provides an extra layer of protection for ordinary Shinigami.”

“This good deed benefits the people, a great act of benevolence. If it succeeds, we might even have a chance to join Squad Zero!”

“Oh, speaking of Squad Zero, you might not know this yet, but they are the Royal Guard often mentioned in books.”

“The former Captain of the Twelfth Division, Hikifune Kirio, was chosen by Squad Zero and joined the Royal Guard precisely because she invented Soul Candy and Soul Candy technology.”

“Regarding this matter, it is still a secret within the current Gotei 13, known only to a few Captains and some nobles.”

“From this, it’s not hard to see the Soul Society’s emphasis on technological innovation.”

“Just imagine, from now on, every Shinigami will carry our invention when going on missions.”

“Just like Soul Candy.”

“How significant a mark do you think we will leave on the history of the Soul Society?”

“I know you might not care, but it is, after all, a good deed that will be remembered through the ages and is closely related to you personally. It’s not my style to leave you out…”

“Join me, Yoriichi. I’ll provide the funds, you provide the influence, and Kisuke provides the effort. With our three-way alliance, I believe no Shinigami would dare to meddle in this business.”

This was inevitable; it was a good deed that benefited the masses, and even Yamamoto Genryusai would likely not refuse it.

With Yamamoto Genryusai’s name, coupled with the financial resources of the Four Great Noble Clans and Kisuke Urahara’s technology, it would only take a few years to grow strong and monopolise the market.

This kind of monopoly would be positive, because Yamamoto Genryusai would not stand by and let the three of them act recklessly.

The involvement of the Four Great Noble Clans also meant a high degree of credibility…

One could say, everything was ready, only lacking the final push.

Approaching Yoriichi was mainly out of consideration that all the technology was provided by him.

If they ignored him and went solo, and Yamamoto Genryusai found out, he would certainly not let them off easily.

Considering all factors, Yoruichi Shihouin’s attitude was so sincere.

After all…

Among the three, who was the most irreplaceable?

It could only be Yoriichi and Kisuke.

As for Shihouin… they were not the only wealthy noble family.

Thinking of this, Yoruichi let out a deep breath, her golden eyes fixed on Tsugikuni Yoriichi, seemingly anticipating his answer.

Yoriichi furrowed his brows slightly, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes. He truly had no interest in fame.

But Yoruichi’s attitude could not be ignored, after all, she had a life-saving kindness towards Hisana. Finally, he sighed:

“Allow me to consider it.”

“I need to ask my teacher first.”

“To put it simply, this matter is closely related to the lives of every Shinigami. To put it broadly, it might affect the balance of the Three Realms.”

“If we act rashly and something unexpected happens, neither you, nor I, nor Kisuke Urahara, can bear the responsibility.”

“I know about this,” Yoruichi responded. “In fact, even before coming here, I had already met Captain-Commander Yamamoto.”

“He didn’t say anything; he neither agreed nor refused.”

“He probably wants to hear your opinion, because those materials were brought back by you.”

“As long as you agree, the factory will be built within a week, and the products will also be put on shelves. The Soul Society is never short of manpower.”

“The price will be adjusted slowly later. As something that can save lives, the price won’t be too cheap, but of course, not too expensive either.

Since it’s a consumable, at least per month…”

She slowly held up five fingers, her voice softening:

“This much.”

… …

… …

Yoriichi didn’t really care about the exact number.

When he heard his teacher’s attitude, he understood what he should do.

When Yoruichi Shihouin pulled out the machine, Yoriichi felt it and realised that, indeed, as she said, it would automatically absorb all the reishi around it.

The sword pressure it swung was not too strong, probably only at the level of an ordinary Seat Officer.

However, even the sword pressure of an ordinary Seat Officer, its power should not be underestimated.

It was an achievement that over 80% of Shinigami would find difficult to reach.

Unable to kill an Adjuchas, it seemed weak, but in reality, most Shinigami would never encounter a Menos Grande in their entire lives.

Carrying a sword with you would be enough to save your life at crucial moments.

Yoriichi roughly estimated the casualty rate.

It could probably be reduced by another twenty percentage points.

Such a number…

Yoriichi found it hard to describe.

He could only say.

Those Hollows were in for a treat.

… …

Yoriichi sent this sword to Hisana, and at the same time, Yoruichi Shihouin also called people to start arranging the business launch.

Because their actions were undisguised.

Therefore.

Some nobles keenly noticed this matter.

At first, they didn’t take it seriously.

Because they had already involved themselves in most of the businesses in the Soul Society, and even if they opened other paths, they could easily lose money due to unfamiliarity.

But then.

They found they were wrong, terribly wrong.

The profound profits and fame, like a tsunami, repeatedly washed over their minds.

Some higher-ranking nobles couldn’t resist these temptations and wanted to intervene, but then discovered that Yamamoto Genryusai’s shadow was in the business…

This was quite disgusting, like a shit-flavored cake placed in front of them.

To avoid being cut down by Yamamoto Genryusai like hyenas, they endured the temptation and could only give up reluctantly.

But their hearts were still unconvinced.

In their opinion, giving this business to the Shihouin child was simply a waste.

It was a pity that no matter how displeased they were, they could only suppress this feeling in their hearts, because the other party was one of the Five Great Noble Families.

To sanction the Five Great Noble Families, only the other Five Great Noble Families could act.

Thus, many nobles reported this matter to their respective masters.

Upon hearing this, some direct descendants of the Tsunayashiro family gathered their strategists to discuss how to snatch this lucrative business from the Four Great Noble Clans’ grasp.

A direct confrontation was definitely out of the question; that would be too foolish.

As for indirectly…

One person said, “I remember that besides Yoruichi Shihouin, there should be other commoners sharing this cake.”

“We cannot provoke Tsugikuni Yoriichi for now.”

“But that Kisuke Urahara…”

“He’s merely a Captain.”

few days later.

"Good news!"

Yoriichi had just emerged from his meditation on Ikotsu when he saw Yoruichi Shihouin appear before him.

The joy on her face had not yet faded, and a hint of emotion lingered, her tone quite excited:

"Yoriichi, do you remember what I mentioned before, about my Vice-Captain of the Second Division, Marechiyo Oomaeda, retiring?"

"He's getting olthatants to travel the world while he's still relatively young."

"For a Shinigami, retirement isn't simple."

"Most Shinigami don't even have the option to retire; they have to fight the duty until the end of their lives."

"He's different; he's a noble, so he's preparing to hold a few days of banquets to celebrate his successful retirement."

"Guess what happened today?"

"..."

How could he possibly guess that?

He wasn't from the Second Division...

After a moment's thought, Yoriichi said, "The retirement was moved up?"

"No!" Yoruichi's voice rose a few degrees, the corners of her mouth curving up to reveal her white canines as she laughed:

"You're still too young; mere retirement isn't enough to make me this happy."

"Although Marechiyo has worked in the Second Division for over two hundred years and contributed a lot, he is still just a Shinigami."

"What I care about is the banquet."

"To tell you the truth."

"My brother, whom I've always longed for, yearned for, and wished to see—was finally born today!"

She deliberately elongated the first few words of "brother" for a few seconds, emphasising it, her expression filled with excitement:

"Do you know what this means?"

Despite being utteKuchikifused, Yoriichi hesitated and said, "Does it mean... your position as head of the family is gone?"

"How could that be!" Yoruichi retorted, putting her hands on her hips as she explained,

"Don't limit your thinking to the past; there are many examples of female Shinigami becoming family heads in the Soul Society."

"I already told you, even if my brother becomes the family head, it will only be after I retire."

"I'm mainly emotional because Shiro's birth will alleviate a lot of my pressure."

"Oh." Mentioning Shiro, Yoruichi then remembered what she had overlooked and added:

"I probably haven't introduced him to you yet, but my brother's name is Yushiro Shihouin."

"Unless something unexpected happens, he will be the twenty-third head of the Shihouin family."

"His birth means that the Shihouin family has an heir, and the elders are very happy, so they decided to hold Marechiyo's retirement ceremony and Shiro's birthday celebration on the same day."

"This symbolises death and Freshman."

"Of course, the word 'death' isn't really appropriate here, but the meaning is close enough."

"Marechiyo also agreed; anyway, for him, he can retire any day, as long as it's within this year."

"So..."

Yoruichi pondered for a few secondUtahweresmile gradually fading with her words, and then she slapped the table, saying, "The time has changed; it's two days from now, and you absolutely must remember to be there."

"This banquet will be very different from previous ones; many nobles will attend."

"As Yamamoto's disciple, you should meet them to avoid being harassed by those short-sighted fellows in the future."

"Moreover, with this identity, they won't be able to refuse you when you need their help in the future, as no one among the nobles isn't afraid of Yamamoto Genryusai."

When Yamamoto Genryusai was mentioned, Yoruichi Shihouin's tone became serious.

"I know you don't like dealing with nobles, but... I remember, you haven't found your wife yet, have you?"

"Maybe they have a way."

"Although the Gotei 13 holds an important position in the Seireitei, when it comes to connections... three Yamamoto Genryusai couldn't compare to one high-ranking noble."

The noble families' network of connections was like a dense spider web, almost every household intertwined, as it involved all aspects of industries in the Seireitei and Rukongai.

Just like the Ōmaeda family, they were involved in industries such as catering, antiques, manufacturing, mining, and finance.

Backed by the Shihouin family, they participated in almost anything profitable, so much so that even though the Ōmaeda was just a small lower-ranking noble, their family assets were top-tier among middle-ranking nobles.

Even if other nobles were envious, they dared not act, because that represented the will of Shihouin.

As for the high-ranking nobles... they earned far more than Ōmaeda, so why interfere and provoke the Shihouin family?

This was the advantage of being backed by a major power.

Having Yoriichi participate was also the elders' intention, as the relationship between the Shihouin family and Yamamoto Genryusai was very delicate.

On one hand, the current family head was under Yamamoto Genryusai's jurisdiction, which initially represented the Shihouin family's concession, a choice made by the twentieth family head, Shihouin Sennich.

Later, the twenty-first family head, the twenty-second family head, which is Yoruichi's father, and Yoruichi herself, also followed their elders' will and joined the Gotei 13.

Joining was joining; it was no big deal because parental orders could not be defied.

However, one point was very important...

The reason Shihouin Sennich chose to concede was that Yamamoto Genryusai was in his prime at that time and very powerful.

Coupled with their good relationship, Shihouin Sennich put aside the face of a high-ranking noble to join the Gotei 13 and become the first Captain of the Second Division.

But what if Yamamoto Genryusai died?

No one can escape death.

A thousand years have passed.

A thousand years ago, Yamamoto Genryusai still looked middle-aged, but now he was white-haired and old.

This change was very thought-provoking.

Those elders dared to assert.

Once Yamamoto Genryusai died, the new Captain-Commander would undoubtedly be one of his disciples, either Kyōraku Shunsui or Jūshirō Ukitake.

As for Tsugikuni Yoriichi, it wasn't that no one mentioned him, but he was too young and lacked the seniority to command respect.

At that time, what should the Shihouin family do?

The Shihouin family had served as Captains of the Second Division for generations, out of respect for Yamamoto Genryusai.

Once Yamamoto Genryusai died... would they still need to concede, would they still need to put aside the dignity of a high-ranking noble?

This was an extremely difficult choice.

If they didn't concede... it would seem very heartless.

If the Kuchiki Clan continued to serve as Captains of the Sixth Division and continued to follow the will of their ancestors, then the reputation of the Shihouin family would plummet.

If they conceded... they were high-ranking nobles; looking back at the family heads before the twentieth generation, there had never been a precedent of being subservient to others.

There was no way; neither option was a good one.

So...

The elders came up with a compromise.

First, maintain good friendships with Yamamoto Genryusai's disciples.

Then, on the day Yamamoto Genryusai dies, they would combine these relationships and the opponents' strength to determine whether it was necessary to continue conceding and serving as the Captain of the Second Division.

The first to be approached was Yamamoto Genryusai's youngest disciple, and the most easily influenced disciple—Tsugikuni Yoriichi.

Since he was unaware of the intricate twists and turns among the nobles, Tsugikuni Yoriichi naturally never pondered such distant matters.

His expression was as calm as water, his eyes quietly looking at Yoruichi Shihouin, and he nodded slightly, saying, "I know."

"However, I will find my wife myself; they don't need to worry."

"I appreciate the good intention."

If Uta were in this world, then so be it.

But it was clear she wasn't.

The help of those nobles, to him, was like illusory clouds, of no practical use whatsoever.

Yoruichi's expression showed a hint of helplessness upon hearing this.

She shook her head slightly and sighed, "You, you're still like this."

"But that's exactly what I admire about you."

"Sometimes I really hate them too; their words are too hypocritical, they give me goosebumps."

"But what can I do? They are all advisors and dependents of my Shihouin family."

"My parents don't show up often, so they can only flatter me."

"Only you and Kisuke treat me as a friend, not as a high-ranking noble."

"If all my friends could be like you, that would be great."

"That day will come." Yoriichi knew very well that Yoruichi Shihouin had no airs.

Those people's flattery towards her was mainly due to the vast difference in status and some vested interests.

Even if a higher-status person told a lower-status person not to mind their opinion.

Ththe e lower-status person would definitely deduce whether there was some deeper meaning behind those words.

They couldn't afford to gamble; once they guessed wrong, it would be a great disrespect and would implicate their entire family, so they could only maintain respect as much as possible.

Because only by doing so would they not make mistakes.

For example, those retainers during the Warring States period, facing someone like his father.

Yoriichi understood.

However, the changes of an era are always silent, like the sword ban during the Taisho period... samurai were swept into the dustbin of history.

Since this has happened, what else couldn't happen?

Yoruichi also looked forward to that day, when as the family head, she wouldn't have to live so exhaustingly.

Sighing, she said, "Perhaps, I don't know if I'll live to see that day."

"Back to business."

Yoruichi raised her eyes: "How is Hisana?"

"She's doing well." Yoriichi nodded, and after a moment's thought, "She should have recovered quite well these past few days. Although I haven't gone out, Rukia comes frequently."

"The symptoms of reishi poisoning have greatly alleviated."

"After observing for about half a month, she should be able to be discharged."

"Half a month?" Yoruichi thought for a moment, then shook her head, "No, that's too long."

"You should remember a machine I told you about before, the one that can lower the surrounding reishi concentration."

"You did mention it, what about it? Has it been created?"

"More or less."

"It's just that there were some minor accidents during the research and development."

"Kisuke, that guy, moved to the Twelfth Division a few days ago, didn't he? He renamed the Twelfth Division something like the Department of Research and Development, and he's serving as the first director."

"Since both the machine and the assistants are new, and with the data you brought back after coming out of Hueco Mundo, all his attention is focused on the research of Zanpakuto."

"Research is research, as long as he can create what I need."

"But I don't know what got into him, he changed the design of the reishi diluter into a Zanpakuto."

"And due to the special nature of the technology."

"Even a Rukongai with no Shinigami talent who wields that Zanpakuto can absorb all the surrounding reishi, thereby achieving the effect of diluting reishi."

"This sword also possesses the characteristic of releasing reishi."

"In other words, once Hisana masters it... she will be a Shinigami."

Upon hearing this, Yoriichi remained silent.

This wasn't a small problem at all; it was a huge problem, wasn't it?

Shinigami? He had never thought of letting Hisana become a Shinigami, because her body was too weak.

Furthermore, becoming a Shinigami meant fighting Hollows.

If she died, how would he explain it to Rukia?

Frowning slightly, Yoriichi opened his mouth, just about to ask Yoruichi if there was any room for manoeuvre.

The next second, Yoruichi explained:

"Of course, this Shinigami is not a Shinigami in the traditional sense."

"Even if she wields that sword, it's impossible for her to have any spiritual pressure within her body."

"You know about Quincy, right?"

"Their fighting style is not entirely the same as Shinigami."

"We Shinigami fight by relying on the spiritual pressure within our bodies, while Quincy fight by relying on external reishi."

"They can absorb and release reishi, turning it into arrows."

"The sword Kisuke forged is similar to a Quincy's ability; it can form a Shinigami's sword pressure."

"Furthermore, this sword, which appears to be a sword, is not actually a sword."

"Normal Zanpakuto can repair themselves after breaking, but this one cannot; it requires internal parts to be replaced periodically to maintain its normal operation."

"So I thought, if Hisana could master it, even without any spiritual pressure in her body, she could still have a certain degree of self-preservation."

"Kisuke's completion of this matter was a fortunate accident."

"Let's see when we can send the machine over; after all, she's your sister."

As she spoke this last sentence, Yoruichi's expression became incredibly serious.

She admitted that there was a difference between the envisioned finished product and reality.

The envisioned reishi diluter should not have required replacement, and there would be no need to worry about accidents, making it very safe.

But the reishi diluter that actually appeared had a certain offensive capability, which led to reduced durability.

If an accident occurred, for example, if the parts reached their expiration date... and there was no one around.

Given Hisana's body, she might not be able to last until they arrived.

—There's a give and take, I suppose.

Looking at Yoruichi's expression, which was impossible to dislike, Yoriichi couldn't speak.

Because Yoruichi Shihouin had been putting in effort from the beginning to the end of this matter.

It would have been absolutely impossible for him to get Kisuke Urahara to spend effort researching thee reishi diluter based on his own influence.

Not to mention that the other party was already a Captain.

Now that there was a result, and it was remarkably effective, only the durability was a concern...

This small flaw seemed insignificant in the face of its effectiveness.

What more could he blame?

Silently exhaling, Yoriichi braced one hand on the ground and slowly stood up.

Rustle...

His crimson eyes looked through the top of the building towards the outside, and he said in a slightly deep voice, "Now, thank you, Yoruichi."

"I think Hisana should be very happy."

"No need to be polite with me." Yoruichi's tone was relaxed and natural,

"You are one of only two Shinigami who treat me as a friend; helping friends is what I should do."

"My Shihouin family isn't some small household; we can afford this expense."

"Also, Yoriichi..." Yoruichi called him by his name, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Are you interested in partnering with me to sell this machine?"

"You should know how much value a machine that can release sword pressure anytime, anywhere possesses."

"If all goes as expected, this will become an essential tool for all Shinigami before going on missions."

"Because it can save their lives at critical moments."

Sighing, Kyōraku Shunsui’s emotions grew increasingly complex. His steps, which had been about to leave, involuntarily halted.

He watched Tsugikuni Yoriichi from the moment he drew his sword to the moment he sheathed it, finally turning to look at him. His calm voice was like a top student’s casual display of brilliance:

“I’ve learned it, but it’s still a bit rough. Currently, I can’t elevate Fuzan to a level invisible to the naked eye.”

“If an opponent’s eyesight is keen, they can still see the traces of my attacks when I use Fuzan. In that regard, it’s not quite the same as Master’s.”

Yamamoto Genryusai’s Fuzan was truly traceless.

He himself could only discern some traces by relying on Touhou Sekigan.

Ordinary people wouldn't even have time to react.

And attacks, to be dodged, must either be seen or sensed. Otherwise, one can only fall into a passive state of being beaten.

Yoriichi’s words instantly plunged Kyōraku Shunsui into silence.

This was showing off, it definitely was.

One must know, he had spent so many years, yet hadn’t even crossed the threshold of Fuzan.

And you, in just a few days, can cultivate to a level that surpasses hundreds of years of our effort…

This is already incredibly powerful, isn't it?

If this is considered rough… then the Shinigami who trained in Fuzan before probably wouldn't even have a place to cry.

Because compared to this, their mastery was practically insignificant.

Including himself.

Alas…

Even though he was already several hundred years old, a bitter feeling still welled up in Kyōraku Shunsui’s heart.

However, when he thought that the one who learned Fuzan was his junior brother, this bitterness dissipated like smoke, leaving no trace.

It was replaced by intense admiration and an indescribable sense of emotion.

His heart was incredibly eager at this moment; he wanted to immediately tell Jūshirō Ukitake about this matter.

Tell him that Old Man Yama’s mantle finally had an heir.

But a moment later, he calmed down.

Knowing that the fact of learning it was set, it wouldn't be too late to report it anytime…

So, he suppressed the urgency in his heart and decided to first listen to what his junior brother had to say.

Perhaps he could glean some experience or gain inspiration from it.

After all, there’s a saying in the Human World: isn't genius 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration, and that 1% inspiration is far more important than 99% perspiration?

He was precisely lacking that one part of inspiration.

Yoriichi’s gaze quietly swept across Kyōraku Shunsui’s face, always feeling that his senior brother’s state of mind had undergone many changes in just a few seconds.

From surprise to distress, then from distress to relief, and finally to anticipation and calm…

Was it really necessary to experience such an intense internal struggle just for learning one form of Fuzan?

Yoriichi truly didn't understand.

He silently exhaled, paused for two seconds, and then his unhurried voice continued to echo in the spacious area:

“I probably need over a week to perfect it. However, as it stands, Fuzan should be fine for practical combat.”

“Kyōraku Shunsui, could I trouble you not to tell Master about this for now?”

“Hmm?” Facing this sudden suggestion, Kyōraku Shunsui was stunned.

He frowned slightly, asking in confusion, “Why?”

In his opinion, after mastering it, one should tell the Master and formally become a disciple.

After all, only by becoming a direct disciple would things be easier in the future.

Don't look at how close their relationship was; in reality… well, it was genuinely very close.

Kyōraku Shunsui greatly valued Tsugikuni Yoriichi, which was why he overlooked the latter’s current status as a nominal disciple.

However, a nominal disciple was a nominal disciple; this was an undeniable fact. Others might not know, but some nobles did.

Just a difference of two words, and the gap in deterrence was like a chasm.

This was also one of the reasons why Kyōraku Shunsui frequently came to visit Tsugikuni Yoriichi.

To prevent him from being harassed by Shinigami who were hostile to Yamamoto Genryusai or the Kuchiki Clan.

Yoriichi calmly explained, “The reason is simple: I want to use the remaining time to learn Ikotsu as well.”

“Although Ikotsu is much harder to learn than Fuzan, one must always try to know where one’s shortcomings lie.”

“I admit my strength is insufficient, which is why I will try to learn. But mastering Fuzan is not a reason for me to slack off.”

“Kyōraku Shunsui, you should understand me.”

Yes…

I understand.

Kyōraku Shunsui sighed wistfully upon hearing this.

Memories, like a tide, surged into his heart little by little.

Back then, when he saw Old Man Yama use Fuzan and Ikotsu, his reaction was also like this.

He studied day and night, fully believing that he could quickly master it…

But reality dealt him a cruel slap.

No matter how hard he tried, his progress showed no improvement.

Decades, even a century later, he reluctantly gave up and chose to cultivate other Genryu combat styles.

By now, if not for Tsugikuni Yoriichi’s reminder, he might have already forgotten that past experience.

That experience he didn’t want to recall, where his self-confidence was shattered…

But the past wouldn’t disappear just because he denied it.

So…

A faint sadness immediately enveloped his heart. Kyōraku Shunsui held his forehead, muttering:

“Oh dear, since you’ve said so, what else can I do? As your senior brother, I can only agree to your request…”

“But don’t make it a habit; we still need to make Old Man Yama happy.”

“As for Ikotsu…”

After a moment of contemplation, he offered his experienced advice, “It’s best not to practice it directly.”

“The damage produced by this fist technique relies on the internal force generated by a single punch.”

“Internal force is difficult to comprehend on your own. It belongs to an ancient fist style, especially since it eventually needs to be mixed with spiritual pressure to create an explosion.”

“In my opinion, to skip the comprehension stage, it’s best to find a similar first technique to practice.”

“And my family happens to have some of these ancient fist techniques. I’ll send them to you later; they were all obtained from the First Division centuries ago, and their origin is absolutely legitimate.”

The word “legitimate,” Kyōraku Shunsui spoke very clearly, as if there was another intriguing story behind it.

However, he didn’t elaborate, and Tsugikuni Yoriichi didn’t have the urge to ask further.

It wasn’t until Kyōraku Shunsui brought the items from his home that Yoriichi realised how complex the underlying principles of Ikotsu were.

Shinigami not only relied on spiritual pressure for attacks but also on something called muscular strength.

Those with strong muscular strength could correspondingly reduce some damage, even when facing high-level spiritual power attacks.

Zaraki Kenpachi was a concrete example.

The use of Ikotsu.

It was about integrating muscular strength and spiritual pressure, thereby achieving an effect where 1+1 > 2.

Yoriichi did not lack muscular strength or spiritual pressure.

However…

Some subsequent aspects…

Indeed, he had underestimated its difficulty of entry. Yoriichi was unusually silent… But it didn’t matter; time would prove everything.

Plus, Fuzan was already mastered.

There were no more worries.

All that remained was merely a matter of time, considering that his two senior brothers hadn't even entered the threshold in hundreds of years.

Compared to them, he was already exceptionally outstanding.

Taking a deep breath, Yoriichi adjusted his mood and continued his training.

The Second Division’s banquet was in three days.

The Kuchiki Clan’s family banquet date was undecided, but there should still be a good amount of time.

He had enough time.

Yoriichi did not attend the Captains' meeting called by the Captain-Commander, as his training had reached its most crucial stage.

After the meeting, Yoriichi heard from Kyōraku Shunsui that Kisuke Urahara had successfully taken over as the Captain of the Twelfth Division.

The process went smoothly, and the other Captains did not make too much trouble.

With just a few words from the Captain-Commander, the succession ceremony was concluded.

Of course, it is worth mentioning that Hiyori Sarugaki, the Vice-Captain of the Twelfth Division, was also present at this Captains' meeting.

There seemed to be a certain relationship between her and Kisuke Urahara, though it was not a friendly one.

She did not give him any good looks during the meeting.

She probably wasn't too happy about Hikifune Kirio's transfer.

Yoriichi remembered that Miss Hikifune had said that she was like a mother to Hiyori Sarugaki.

Imagine, one day, your mother suddenly disappears, and a stepfather arrives; no one would be satisfied.

When Kyōraku Shunsui spoke of this, he chuckled twice, finding the matter quite amusing.

After all, it was rare for a Shinigami to treat a Captain with the attitude of a family member.

If it weren't for the fact that this topic was off-subject and not the main point, he might have even written it into the novel he serialized in the Seireitei Communication Log.

Speaking of novels…

“Kyōraku Shunsui, I remember the novels you write are all about romantic affairs, aren’t they?”

Yoriichi slowly paused his movements, letting sweat soak his clothes.

He looked at Kyōraku Shunsui, who was standing beside a dark yellow rock, his tone full of doubt.

“That’s right.”

Kyōraku Shunsui replied as a matter of course:

“So I just thought about it; I didn’t actually do it. A stepfather and daughter… Well, that’s not my forte.”

“If I really wrote that.”

“Old Man Yama would beat me to death.”

“I don’t want to run into that waterfall and cultivate for decades.”

He was self-aware.

His specialty, the romance novel “Rosy Path,” at most only involved his ambiguous past with a courtesan.

Suddenly switching to an unfamiliar genre, losing face was a small matter; being chased and beaten by Yamamoto Genryusai was a big one.

After casually complaining a few times, he suddenly remembered something.

The playful expression on his face instantly vanished, replaced by a serious one:

“Oh, by the way, Yoriichi, do you remember that child, Ichimaru Gin?”

Hearing the name Ichimaru Gin, a fox-like demeanor instantly came to mind.

Yoriichi frowned slightly and slowly said, “The one from my class?”

“Exactly.” Kyōraku Shunsui nodded:

“He graduated a year after you.”

“Although I rarely judge people by their appearance, this child…”

“How do I put it… he’s deeply cunning.”

“After graduation, he was directly recruited into Captain Hirako’s Fifth Division, and at the same time, the Third Seat of the Fifth Division was gravely wounded during a Hollow subjugation mission and died of his injuries.”

“He replaced that person and became the new Third Seat. Like you, this seemingly normal action is actually full of coincidences.”

“I don’t believe there’s no problem, but I haven’t found anything out. If there’s a chance, you two can exchange thoughts.”

“Ichimaru Gin might not be the problem, but the people behind him…”

As the Captain of the Intelligence Division, Kyōraku Shunsui's keen intuition made him vaguely feel that something was off with the Fifth Division, but he couldn't pinpoint what exactly was wrong.

It was like a shadow in the darkness, elusive.

After hesitating, he paused and continued:

“Never mind, maybe I’m overthinking it, but you still need to be careful.”

“The assailant who attacked Rukia last time hasn’t been caught yet. It just goes to show that there are undercurrents in the Seireitei, and even Captains can stumble if they’re not careful.”

“You’re going to attend the Second Division’s banquet in a few days, aren’t you? And also, the Kuchiki Clan’s family dinner…”

“Remember to be careful when you go; don’t give your opponents any opportunities.”

This was both a reminder and an admonition, lest Yoriichi make the same mistake again due to momentary carelessness, like being provoked by a noble and killing someone in the street.

The person killed might have been very noble among Shinigami, but to some high-ranking nobles, they were just disposable pawns.

Promise them benefits, and dozens of pawns willing to die could be easily found, and each one was not someone Yoriichi could provoke at present.

Previously, killing Kaneda Takeshi had the excuse of his Hollowfication.

Killing a noble.

No reason would work.

Even if the Captain-Commander intervened, if his disciple’s actions violated justice, he would not make any move.

The power of the nobles was too immense; unless one was willing to show their hand against them, otherwise… Shinigami who were commoners would only be sacrificed.

This was also the core of Yamamoto Genryusai’s philosophy of justice: everything must prioritize the stability of the Soul Society.

Only when the importance of the Shinigami involved surpassed that of all the nobles or the Soul Society itself would he probably violate the rules and stand by his disciple.

But… was that possible?

Kyōraku Shunsui shook his head. It was clear that nobles were supreme; this rule had been set hundreds of thousands of years ago.

At the same time, the Soul Society could not be surpassed. Nothing was more important than the survival of the Three Realms; if there was…

It would probably be the Soul King himself.

He quietly exhaled, having conveyed this information, and was about to leave.

But then, he saw Tsugikuni Yoriichi, who had been standing silently, suddenly draw his sword.

At that instant, the air seemed to solidify.

Yoriichi’s movements were as fast as lightning; in just a blink of an eye, the cliff nearby was cut in half.

Boom!

A tremendous sound echoed through the air, like a flash of thunder across the sky.

The ground trembled, shaking twice in succession.

A surging wave of air rushed forward, blowing Kyōraku Shunsui's hair into disarray.

He froze for a moment, his pupils instantly constricted, his face filled with disbelief:

“You… I… The Head Captain’s Fuzan, you… learned it?”

Impossible! It had only been a few days! Although he knew Tsugikuni Yoriichi's talent was excellent, mastering Captain-level swordsmanship upon enrollment.

Two months from zero Kido foundation to mastery, able to cast intermediate Kido without incantation.

But…

To learn Fuzan, which they hadn't mastered in hundreds of years, in just one week, wasn't that too heaven-defying?

Kyōraku Shunsui felt as if his hundreds of years of life had been lived in vain.

As a genius, he fully understood the current situation.

Therefore.

He also understood the feelings of the other Shinigami who had been left far behind by them back then.

So exhausted.

The Head Captain would probably die of happiness if he knew.

Kyōraku Shunsui knew Yamamoto Genryusai's personality; he seemed very serious on weekdays, but in reality…

What kind of proper mindset would you expect from a Shinigami who likes to roast sweet potatoes with Ryujin Jakka?

If he remembered correctly, when Chōjirō Sasakibe learned Bankai, Old Man Yama was happy for several days.

The same went for himself and Ukitake.

There are always elders who outwardly appear strict with their juniors but are actually very caring and protective.

Due to the intervention of the two Captains, Kyōraku Shunsui and Jūshirō Ukitake, Kisuke Urahara’s Captain assessment concluded.

Under Yamamoto Genryusai’s command, even though Zaraki Kenpachi was filled with a thousand displeasures and ten thousand unwillingnesses, he could only forcefully suppress this surging anger deep in his heart.

Although Kyōraku Shunsui made a lot of sense, he couldn’t be bothered to listen.

Fighting was his only joy in life; making him stop fighting was even harder than killing him.

Exhaling hot air through his nostrils, Kenpachi’s gaze turned to Tsugikuni Yoriichi, and he said unhappily, “I didn’t enjoy this fight at all!”

“Tsugikuni!”

“You said you don’t like to fight, but I don’t believe it! Your combat skills are far superior to mine, which must be an instinct honed through extensive fighting!”

“You’re just like me; I don’t believe you’ll remain silent now!”

“I will definitely use my perseverance to make you agree to fight me!”

“…”

Tsugikuni Yoriichi remained silent.

He really wanted to tell Kenpachi that those combat skills were innate.

Touhou Sekigan allowed him to see every move of his opponent, enabling him to dodge and attack.

In the Human World’s terms, it was like a pre-written script, an instinct deeply ingrained in his bones.

This was also why Touhou Sekigan was called the ultimate realm…

Humans in this world probably couldn’t activate it, as the Human World he was in was not entirely the same as the Shinigami’s Human World.

To date, he had never heard of any Shinigami other than himself possessing Touhou Sekigan.

Even if he told Kenpachi, he might not understand. So, regarding this matter, as well as the Mark, he had never spoken to outsiders about them.

Instead of showcasing his uniqueness and becoming the center of attention, it was better to act discreetly.

Sighing helplessly, Tsugikuni Yoriichi watched Kenpachi turn and stride away.

When Kenpachi disappeared from the clearing and entered the forest, Yoriichi remained silent.

As Yamamoto Genryusai and the few Captains with him departed, Kyōraku Shunsui finally let out a long sigh of relief and relaxed.

He patted his chest and loudly said,

“Oh my~ Old Man Yama finally left. Well, Captain Urahara, congratulations! How about we go celebrate?”

“Your Bankai is quite unique. We discussed it earlier and unanimously agreed that, in the history of Seireitei, its power could rank among the top ten.”

“I didn’t expect you to be so humble in appearance, yet your strength is so formidable. Captain Yoruichi, too, kept you hidden and only informed us now.”

“Haha…” Kisuke Urahara was a bit embarrassed by the praise. He forced a couple of laughs and quickly waved his hand, saying,

“Not at all, it was just luck. I can’t compare to Captain Yoruichi.”

“Although I’ve mastered Bankai, I’m not proficient with it yet. With my current strength, I can only maintain it for two minutes.”

Any Bankai has a time limit, which is related to the Shinigami’s own spiritual pressure.

The stronger the spiritual pressure, the longer the duration, and the power also increases exponentially.

For instance, Yamamoto Genryusai can activate his Bankai to evaporate all the water within the entire Soul Society.

However, other Shinigami’s fire-type Bankai would struggle to dry up even a lake—even if it covered thousands or tens of thousands of square kilometers, it’s still just a lake.

“Two minutes is already very long. Some Shinigami who just activate their Bankai can’t even last ten seconds!”

Kyōraku Shunsui chuckled, “Of course, he can’t compare to my junior disciple.”

“It’s just that he doesn’t like the atmosphere of the Eleventh Division, otherwise he would have passed the Captain assessment and pushed Kenpachi out days ago.”

“That kid Kenpachi is quite arrogant. But it’s understandable; it’s said that he and Captain Retsu Unohana have had a feud lasting hundreds of years.”

“Captain Retsu Unohana is a top expert within Seireitei, famous in Seireitei hundreds of years ago.

For him, she should be a difficult opponent to even approach, let alone defeat.”

“Yoriichi, compared to him, is quite evenly matched. Perhaps it’s for this reason that he considers him the first opponent to defeat…”

“This personality is quite troublesome.”

Kyōraku Shunsui rubbed his temples, falling into thought.

He thought for a while and found no better solution…

Disliking trouble, he could only choose to forget about it and let the two resolve it themselves.

He raised his eyes, looked at Tsugikuni Yoriichi, and said, “I remember you and Captain Urahara have a certain friendship, right? How about we go celebrate together?”

“…No thanks.” Yoriichi shook his head, “I…”

“Hey, don’t be limited by missions.” Kyōraku Shunsui interrupted,

“Work-life balance and socializing are all essential. Just one day… no, half a day, it won’t delay your training at all.”

“Regarding this matter, I will speak to my teacher myself.”

“Today, you’ll accompany my senior brother and me.”

Having said that, regardless of Tsugikuni Yoriichi’s attitude, Kyōraku Shunsui pulled him and Kisuke Urahara and strode towards Rukongai.

The atmosphere was somewhat lively.

Jūshirō Ukitake stood behind the group, his eyes slightly curved.

It had been… so long since he had felt such youthful vitality.

Originally, Seireitei was like a stagnant pool.

But ever since Tsugikuni Yoriichi joined,

It inexplicably stirred up ripples.

To this day,

It had formed waves, and he wondered how high these waves could reach.

He hoped it could remain this lively.

Only by continuously injecting fresh blood would Seireitei not decay, and the will of the Shinigami would not be extinguished.

“Cough, cough…”

Clenching his fist, Jūshirō Ukitake lightly coughed twice, watching the group walk further and further away, when suddenly he heard:

“Ukitake, hurry up and catch up! Tonight we won’t go home until we’re drunk… Oh, I forgot, you can’t drink alcohol. How about some fruit juice!”

“Is milk okay, haha!”

Kyōraku Shunsui’s voice came intermittently, sounding like the unrestrained words of an old man, and upon closer inspection, even a bit lewd.

But Jūshirō Ukitake didn’t mind.

He slightly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a faint smile.

Stepping forward, he took a deep breath and said loudly,

“Coming!”

…

At the same time.

Fifth Divsion.

Hirako Shinji stood in front of a mirror, carefully adjusting his attire, preparing for tomorrow’s Captains’ meeting.

His fingers lightly brushed his golden long hair that covered his earlobes, a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes, even the corners of his mouth slightly downturned.

“Tch.”

Feeling that his grooming was at its limit, his gaze passed through the mirror, glancing sideways at the man in the corner of the room, and he casually asked,

“Sōusuke, what do you think of the Captain-Commander’s new disciple?”

“I remember you sent him a very expensive gift before.”

“Did you notice him back then?”

“Captain, you actually remember that…” Aizen feigned surprise, raising his head, “More or less. When he enrolled, I was the one who took him to see the Captain-Commander.”

“From the Captain-Commander’s attitude towards him afterwards, it was clear that the Captain-Commander thought highly of him.”

“Anyone he thinks highly of, I naturally pay attention to. Because who knows, he might join my Fifth Divsion someday.”

“It’s just a pity he went to the Tenth Division after graduation.

However, I believe that given his talent, he can shine no matter which Division he’s in. Now, it’s exactly as I predicted.”

“He’s been taken as a disciple by the Captain-Commander; it shouldn’t be long before he surpasses me, right?”

“Heh…” Hearing this, Hirako Shinji smiled.

Others might not know, but how could he not know?

Aizen had been hiding himself very deeply from the very beginning.

Otherwise, why would he constantly keep an eye on him?

Perhaps…

Without his knowledge, Aizen’s strength had already reached his level, and it was only a matter of time before he, Hirako Shinji, died, and Aizen would naturally become a Captain.

To say such things now,

He truly didn’t know if he was being humble, modest, or something else…

“Of course I’m not convinced! It’s just that my Zanpakuto broke. Why am I being judged as the loser? Although Kisuke Urahara’s Bankai is indeed very powerful and can theoretically instantly kill me, it hasn’t killed me yet. As long as I’m faster, I can definitely ignore Kisuke Urahara’s attacks and then defeat him!” Zaraki Kenpachi had this confidence!

He clenched his fists, just about to argue loudly.

The next second, Yamamoto Genryusai turned his gaze to the nearby forest and spoke with authority:

“You three brats, come out. How long are you going to watch from there?”

As his voice fell,

“Creak—”

With a faint rustling of broken leaves, Kyōraku Shunsui slowly rubbed the back of his head as he was the first to emerge from the forest.

A sheepish smile hung on his face, with a hint of deliberately feigned shyness.

His helpless gaze slowly swept over Yamamoto Genryusai and Zaraki Kenpachi. When he saw his teacher’s stern, unsmiling expression, his tone was a bit forced:

“Teacher, don’t be so serious.”

“It’s a rare Captain assessment, and both Ukitake and I wanted to see it for ourselves, to see what kind of Shinigami would emerge after Captain Eiyuu.”

“Is this Captain Urahara?! He’s very young!”

Kyōraku Shunsui’s gaze turned to Kisuke Urahara, attempting to change the subject.

After all, the content of the Captain assessment was confidential, involving some important information, especially Bankai.

Even as the Captain of the Eighth Division’s intelligence squad, he couldn’t possibly know what all Captains’ Bankai abilities were.

Observing this battle was already an overstep.

Hmm... except for Tsugikuni Yoriichi.

Seeing Kyōraku Shunsui’s uninhibited demeanor, Yamamoto Genryusai was furious, even his thick white eyebrows twitched twice.

He heavily stomped the ground:

“Don’t try to change the subject, old man.”

“You’ve all witnessed what happened today. As the most important ability of a Shinigami, regarding Kisuke Urahara’s Bankai, remember to keep it a secret from this old man.”

“Otherwise, this old man will punish you without mercy!”

“Especially you.”

The topic shifted to him, and Kyōraku Shunsui waved his hand:

“Oh, Teacher, aren’t you still trusting me? Everyone in Seireitei knows I’m the most tight-lipped. Last time, the Shihouin tried to ask me about my junior brother’s preferences, and I didn’t tell them a single word.”

“Actually, at the end of the day, no one would risk offending another Captain by leaking information. They’re not idiots; I wouldn’t do something that doesn’t benefit me!”

This was honest, and Yamamoto Genryusai’s expression softened slightly.

At this moment, Jūshirō Ukitake and Tsugikuni Yoriichi also emerged from the forest, one after the other.

The former coughed as he walked, head bowed, his voice low:

“Teacher, please don’t blame Kyōraku. I also bear some responsibility for this matter.”

“Although I know it’s against the rules for more than three Captains to be present during a Captain assessment, this matter is, after all, related to our junior brother.”

He slowly looked up, gazing at the enraged Zaraki Kenpachi, his tone amiable:

“Hello, I am Jūshirō Ukitake, Captain of the Thirteenth Division. Please guide me in the future.”

Zaraki Kenpachi scoffed, seemingly casually glancing at Jūshirō Ukitake, but in reality, his heart was full of disdain.

In his eyes, Jūshirō Ukitake looked very weak, even breathing heavily while walking. Such a person was not worth his time to cut down.

His attention was entirely focused on Tsugikuni Yoriichi, who was behind Jūshirō Ukitake.

Tsugikuni Yoriichi’s expression was as calm as still water, as if nothing in the world could stir ripples in his heart.

Seeing this, Zaraki Kenpachi’s brow twitched, and he loudly declared: “Tsugikuni! Did you do this?!”

“I just wanted to have an exciting fight with you! Where did this Kisuke Urahara come from?!”

It was only because he didn’t have his Zanpakuto now; otherwise, he would have gone up and cut him without a second thought.

It was too difficult for a warrior like him to fight a tactical monster like Kisuke Urahara.

Although Tsugikuni Yoriichi’s Zanpakuto was also unreasonable, capable of forcibly weakening one’s spiritual pressure, battles with him were at least close-quarters combat.

But Kisuke Urahara?

He’d fight for a bit, then retreat, firing from a distance, and at the end, he’d even use spatial cutting and matter manipulation...

What kind of battle was this?

Hearing this, Yoriichi quietly swept his gaze over Zaraki Kenpachi and shook his head slightly: “This matter has nothing to do with me.”

“I remember, I already told you very clearly last time, don’t treat life as a game. I’m not interested in your Kenpachi title.”

“But I’m interested in you!” Zaraki Kenpachi clenched his fists, “Ever since I was defeated by you last time, I’ve been thinking about defeating you every moment!”

“You are the second person in seven hundred years to defeat me. Only by defeating you can I challenge Retsu Unohana!”

“I became a Shinigami according to your words, but why won’t you fight me?!”

“If the battle you’re referring to is a spar, then I have no objection, but a life-or-death battle…” Yoriichi sighed softly,

“It’s still the same thing, there’s no need to create tragedy and other bitter fruits for a momentary fit of pique.”

“Shinigami fight to protect Seireitei, to protect the Three Realms.”

“Not for status or pleasure.”

“There is no pleasure in fighting, that’s what I believe.”

To the side, Kyōraku Shunsui smiled.

He looked at Tsugikuni Yoriichi with gentle eyes, his expression showing clear admiration.

—Interesting.

This thought coincided with his own; he also hated fighting throughout his life.

No... not just him, basically, Shinigami over several hundred years old were not enthusiastic about fighting.

Life-and-death struggles, they had grown tired of them hundreds of years ago. Those who constantly talked about them were either madmen or fanatics.

Like, Zaraki Kenpachi.

He stroked his chin and agreed: “Indeed, I stand with junior brother on this one.

Fighting truly has no pleasure whatsoever; it only brings all sorts of hardships, sorrow, and pain.”

“If you want to fight, if you want to pursue the thrill between life and death, if you want to improve your strength, there are so many Hollows to choose from, why pick fellow Shinigami?”

“You’re taking the narrow path, Kenpachi.”

Zaraki Kenpachi snorted: “Who are you?”

What an annoying guy.

I cut down so many souls in Rukongai without any problems, so why am I being constrained everywhere now that I’ve become a Shinigami?

After becoming a Shinigami, with an official background, shouldn’t I be able to cut down whoever I want?

“Tsk…” Kyōraku Shunsui didn’t know how to explain this matter. He just replied with his name and then fell into thought.

At this moment, he finally understood his teacher’s difficulties. With such a guy joining Seireitei, the days ahead would likely not be peaceful.

“Cough cough.” Yamamoto Genryusai coughed twice, interrupting their conversation:

“The meaning of battle is something we won’t discuss for now; it has no relation to this assessment.”

“Given that the other Captains, besides myself, have all expressed approval for Kisuke Urahara’s performance…”

“This matter is settled for now; you all shall not question it.”

“You may disperse.”

“Zaraki Kenpachi, take your sword to the Twelfth Division. They will repair it. Remember, do not cause trouble.”

“Hmm…!”

Not far away, Kyōraku Shunsui’s eyes widened slightly. His rapidly working brain was swiftly recalling everything that had just happened.

If he hadn't seen wrong, the moment Kisuke Urahara’s Zanpakuto achieved Bankai, everything in front of where the sword was swung changed?

It looked like a physical slash.

But the marks weren't.

The spiritual pressure discharge wasn’t high.

How could the mountain split open?

The feeling it gave him was more like an operation on the spatial plane…

—Spatial Slash? (Kyōraku’s deduction, don't stand from a God’s perspective)

At this thought, Kyōraku Shunsui took a small gasp. If this ability were real, it would be impossible to guard against.

Because a slash at space would disregard all hardness of an object, like how no matter what is drawn on paper, it can be easily torn apart with a pair of hands.

Increasing the paper’s hardness with spiritual pressure could resist it for a bit, but if the same spiritual pressure were used…

“Ukitake, what do you think?”

His thoughts raced, and Kyōraku Shunsui’s gaze deepened slightly. “I wonder if you have the same idea as me.”

“If it truly is an operation on the spatial plane, his ability in terms of pure offensive power might even surpass the Head Captain’s by a margin.”

“There really have been many monsters appearing these years. The junior apprentice-brother is one, Zaraki Kenpachi is one, and now Kisuke Urahara is another…”

“I can imagine a future where some Hollows are fighting and then split open from the middle.”

“A spatial slash with no fluctuations; if the Head Captain encounters it, he could get hit if he’s not careful.”

“…It’s not that serious.” Jūshirō Ukitake caught his breath and explained,

“His sword materializes. In other words, there will be a clear attack tendency before using the ability.”

“Furthermore, he shouldn’t be able to attack other places not pointed by the blade, which means as long as one reacts in time, it can be dodged.”

“It probably won’t work against the Head Captain, but other captains…”

“It’s roughly as you said. Under equal spiritual pressure, this sword possesses the characteristic of a one-hit kill, and it also relies on an information gap.”

“Overall, it’s above average. I just don’t know if my Sogyo no Kotowari can absorb his attack…”

Jūshirō Ukitake’s sword possesses both absorption and release characteristics.

Theoretically, all attacks originating from spiritual pressure can be absorbed by it.

But…

There are some exceptions; attacks that exceed his reaction limit in speed cannot be absorbed.

Coincidentally, his physical condition is not good, so this seemingly perfect ability can only be used a few times within a hundred years.

Now, seeing Kisuke Urahara’s Bankai, he couldn't help but compare it to his own ability, ultimately concluding that he should be able to absorb it.

After all…

During the six hundred years he served as a captain, he had more or less encountered other Zanpakuto with spatial abilities.

Thinking of this, Jūshirō Ukitake silently nodded, a faint sense of emotion in his eyes.

Meanwhile, Tsugikuni Yoriichi, who was listening to their conversation and analysis, also understood Kisuke Urahara’s ability.

His two senior brothers truly lived up to their reputation as experienced veteran captains.

He had just begun to see some signs, and they had already deduced it and ranked its combat power.

Although this information might differ somewhat from Kisuke Urahara’s true abilities, based on overall performance, it should be quite similar.

One-hit kill…

He hadn't expected Kisuke Urahara’s inner self to be so straightforward and direct.

Of course, this was roughly similar to his own 【Judgment】.

Silently exhaling, Yoriichi remained silent.

At this moment, on the battlefield, Zaraki Kenpachi looked at his Zanpakuto, which now only had a hilt, and his thoughts couldn't help but freeze.

Sand swirled in his ears, and the desolate wind brushed his cheeks. In his peripheral vision was a rift valley hundreds of meters long, silently splitting the mountain.

This sight was shocking to him.

He found it difficult to accept the current situation.

It was too sudden.

Although he had failed before, being defeated so thoroughly was a first. What exactly just happened?!

Zaraki Kenpachi held his breath and shouted with a grin, “Hey! Kisuke Urahara, you finally got me excited!”

“Is this your Bankai? It looks pretty ordinary!”

He tossed his Zanpakuto aside, rubbed his wrist, and prepared to use pure hand-to-hand combat.

If he lost his sword, he still had his hands. If he lost his hands, he still had his feet. If he lost his feet, he still had his head. In short, until he completely lost the power to resist.

He would not stop fighting!

Kisuke Urahara stood beneath the materialized Benihime. His sword, with the release of its ability, reverted to its original asauchi-like appearance.

Slender and long.

Facing Zaraki Kenpachi’s resolute fighting spirit, he sighed:

“Kenpachi-dono, that’s enough. Although I don’t want to admit it, you have indeed lost.”

“If you wish to continue fighting, I cannot guarantee the casualties that will follow.”

“This is merely an assessment for you and for me.”

“It is not a life-or-death battle.”

“My duty in this battle is to perform as well as possible and use Bankai…”

He looked at the Captain-Commander, trying to discern some emotion from Yamamoto Genryusai’s narrowed eyes.

Unfortunately, Yamamoto Genryusai remained impassive.

He watched for a long time but saw nothing.

Kisuke Urahara sighed helplessly: “That’s how it is. Since everyone is here, I’ll explain. Just don’t reveal it to anyone else later.”

“Kannonbiraki Benihime Aratame is the name of the Bankai I’ve mastered. She possesses the ability to reconstruct anything she touches.”

“Physical contact, spiritual pressure contact—both are possible. The latter is slightly less flexible and easier to dodge, but its expressive power is best. It can disregard an object’s hardness, defense, and material type.”

“From something as small as a virus or a torso, to something as large as a building or a planet.”

“Of course, the latter is an overestimation, but theoretically, it can be done, as long as my spiritual pressure output can cover the entire planet.”

“I can adjust these materials to the form I wish to see, like cutting open a virus and destroying its essence; modifying limbs, regenerating organs.”

“Or silently destroying everything in front and reshaping it.”

“Currently, because I’ve just learned Bankai, I cannot operate on a microscopic level, but I can already repair and regenerate limbs.”

Upon hearing these explanations, Yamamoto Genryusai’s narrowed eyes slowly opened.

He exchanged glances with Retsu Unohana and Kuchiki Ginrei, then turned back, his voice low:

“Given that your Bankai ability is too dangerous, and Zaraki Kenpachi has lost his Zanpakuto, you are the victor of this battle.”

“The Twelfth Division Captain inauguration ceremony will take place tomorrow at noon in the First Division.”

“Kisuke Urahara, you must remember not to be late.”

“I passed?” Kisuke Urahara asked hesitantly, as the conclusion was too sudden.

Yamamoto Genryusai did not answer, only nodded slightly, then looked at Zaraki Kenpachi, who was full of anger and clearly on the verge of erupting:

“Kenpachi, do you accept the Head Captain’s judgment?”

“Pretty much,” Jūshirō Ukitake mused for a few seconds, slowly stroking his chin with his pale right hand.

“Actually, a few days ago, when Zaraki Kenpachi proposed the challenge, Head Captain already had this idea.”

“Because Kisuke Urahara’s Captain assessment requires a Captain-level Shinigami to act as the examiner.”

“Initially, Captain Retsu Unohana was chosen, but later it became Zaraki Kenpachi, which worked out perfectly, and Captain Retsu Unohana didn’t object to the Head Captain’s actions.”

“I remember she knows Zaraki Kenpachi, so doing this, she probably wants to see his true strength…”

“Of course, this is just my personal opinion.”

As his voice faded, he smiled at Tsugikuni Yoriichi, “Head Captain’s actions are not something we, as students, can fathom.”

“However, one thing is certain: this move is beneficial for the stability of the Three Realms.”

“Every Captain-level Shinigami is an indispensable fighting force; they can die from encountering strong enemies, but not from internal strife.”

“Of course, the Eleventh Division’s challenges are an exception.”

The essence of a challenge is survival of the fittest; as a combat division, the Captain should naturally be as strong as possible, unlike other divisions.

One such team is enough.

Whew…

Listening to Jūshirō Ukitake’s detailed explanation, Yoriichi let out a long breath.

His thoughts gradually collected, and his gaze moved past the two of them, towards the battlefield.

The continuous clashing of weapons sounded like incessant rain, crisp and intense.

Visibly, the sparks flashing in the air even transformed into lightning.

The two fought very quickly, their bodies becoming afterimages.

The three-hundred-meter-diameter arena was instantly carved with deep and shallow ravines by the sword pressure, and some even split into rifts.

Most of these were Zaraki Kenpachi’s masterpieces.

“All brute force.”

Kyōraku Shunsui watched for a while, frowning slightly, and commented.

“But…”

His rough fingers touched his bearded chin, a thoughtful expression on his face:

“He won’t release his Zanpakuto?”

“Interesting… What kind of monster did Head Captain bring in?”

“To be able to fight Kisuke Urahara, who has released his Zanpakuto, to a standstill without releasing his own Zanpakuto…”

“Is it that he can’t… or won’t?”

“It should be that he can’t,” Jūshirō Ukitake coughed twice and replied, having heard the question.

“I’ve had people investigate these past few days, and Zaraki Kenpachi’s reiatsu is around the third tier.”

“Generally speaking, a reiatsu of this level would already be able to forcefully learn the Zanpakuto’s name through sheer power and achieve Shikai.”

“But he can’t. The reason is that he is unable to communicate with his Zanpakuto, or rather, he disdains communication.”

He shook his head slightly, a hint of regret and helplessness on his face: “Kyōraku, look at the blade of the sword in his hand.”

Following his gaze.

Seeing the pitted, worm-eaten-like blade, Kyōraku Shunsui nodded and said, understandingly:

“Are you saying that because he can’t communicate, his Zanpakuto can’t repair itself?”

“Almost, but it’s more extreme. His sword cannot withstand the upper limit of his reiatsu output, and thus frequently breaks.”

“If I’m not mistaken, he probably believes his power is already strong enough to defeat other opponents without needing Shikai.”

“This has led him to never consider the Zanpakuto’s feelings…”

“You and I, having served as Captains for so many years, should understand that a Zanpakuto is an extension of a Shinigami’s soul; essentially, it’s another untouchable part of oneself.”

“Your Katen Kyōkotsu, my Sogyo no Kotowari, both complete our personalities. He is not. Broadly speaking, this is a kind of arrogance of power.”

“It’s very similar to the Eleventh Division’s philosophy, but unfortunately…”

Jūshirō Ukitake sighed, “The Captain assessment isn’t just about Shikai.”

As his voice fell.

As if to respond to his words, a slight change occurred in the heated battle between the two.

Kisuke Urahara tightly gripped his Zanpakuto’s hilt, pointed it at Zaraki Kenpachi, and shouted: “Scream, Benihime!”

A technique similar to a Cero, with the start of his voice, shot out fiercely from the tip of his blade.

The fiery red reiatsu transformed into a rolling torrent in mid-air, like a fiery meteor, aiming to pierce and annihilate Zaraki Kenpachi.

The latter scoffed.

He swung his sword to deflect it.

It seemed as if all reiatsu-based techniques could not get close to him.

However.

“Bind, Benihime!”

With the blade tip pointed, the deflected meteor suddenly changed in mid-air.

As if controlled, it transformed into crimson ribbons and flew back.

Combined with newly infused reiatsu, it formed a large net, firmly binding Zaraki Kenpachi.

As he moved, Zaraki Kenpachi felt a strong resistance.

However, this resistance was gradually disappearing as he unleashed his reiatsu.

“Kisuke Urahara!”

Zaraki Kenpachi’s voice was like thunder, “Is this all you can do? Too weak!”

“If this is your strength, then my assessment of you is: Fail!”

“You’re far inferior to him! Too slow, too light, only relying on your Zanpakuto’s abilities to fight me for a few minutes!”

“Don’t tell me all the other Captains are only at your level!”

“Of course not.” Kisuke Urahara dug his feet into the ground and shook his head slightly, “I am well aware of my own strength.”

“Benihime is more for trapping and defence; dealing with a Shinigami like you who excels in close combat doesn’t give me an advantage, but…”

“This isn’t my full power, Kenpachi.”

Kisuke Urahara’s gaze shifted from Zaraki Kenpachi, gently looking at Benihime.

Through the tightly gripped hilt, he seemed to feel the waves of emotion emanating from Benihime, and her true feelings for him.

Ripples of reiatsu spread outwards along the blade, causing actual ripples in space.

Step.

Kisuke Urahara stepped back, lowering his centre of gravity, and his fighting stance changed.

He pointed his blade forward, his voice slightly deep:

“While being a Captain doesn’t mean being the thirteen strongest people in the Seireitei, one of the requirements for becoming a Captain is to master Bankai.”

“My experience is not entirely the same as yours, Kenpachi. I was not chosen as Captain purely based on brute force.

It was simply because my specialised techniques perfectly aligned with the Twelfth Division, and it was related to my mastery of Bankai.”

“Now, Kenpachi, you watch closely.”

The moment his voice fell, Kisuke Urahara’s entire demeanour changed.

His eyes became sharp, and his clothes billowed without wind.

“Bankai.”

Like a murmur,

“Kannonbiraki Benihime Aratame.”

Gurgle~ Like liquid bubbling, a giant figure rapidly emerged behind him as his words fell.

The figure enveloped Kisuke Urahara, with black, ink-like long hair touching the ground, and a serene expression, giving it an air of compassion.

And the instant this figure appeared, a red reiatsu-formed slash shot directly towards Zaraki Kenpachi.

Crack.

With a sound that only Zaraki Kenpachi could hear.

The Zanpakuto in his hand broke off at the hilt.

Clang.

As it hit the ground, it sounded like a planet exploding. In front of the blade, a mark hundreds of meters long appeared from nowhere, even cutting through mountains.

Everything happened silently.

At this moment, Yamamoto Genryusai’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his cane struck the ground heavily.

“Because this forbidden Ninjutsu, in reality, doesn’t manifest a genius every few generations; the information spread to the outside world is all false,” Kurama Murakumo revealed the truth helplessly.

“Ah?”

A big question mark flashed through Satoru’s mind. This could be easily debunked with a simple check. He had indeed looked up information, and the Kurama Family’s history did show a genius appearing in every generation.

“I wonder if you’ve noticed that the information you heard from the outside world only mentions the legend of a genius appearing in the Kurama Family, but not the names of those geniuses?” Kurama Murakumo poured him a cup of tea, then poured one for himself and smiled.

Satoru slowly recalled, a growing sense of horror in his heart. He asked, “This… I pride myself on having an eidetic memory, but I seem to have overlooked this issue, never even thought about it. Could this be related to your predecessor’s family?”

It was terrifying. In his recollection, it was exactly as Kurama Murakumo said. Given his thought process and methods, such an issue shouldn’t have arisen; such crucial intelligence was overlooked.

He had coveted Kurama Yakumo’s ability for a long time, all to achieve the ultimate in Yin Release nature transformation.

Now, he found… he seemed to have fallen for it, the power of Genjutsu…

Seeing Satoru’s expression, Kurama Murakumo chuckled, “As expected of Konoha’s famous Genjutsu master. You’re right. You, including Konoha and even everyone in the entire Ninja World, have fallen victim to a Genjutsu, Genjutsu Reincarnation.”

Thump! Thump!

Satoru’s heart pounded, feeling like it was about to explode.

A Genjutsu that covered the entire Ninja World—wasn’t that the Infinite Tsukuyomi?

Besides the foolish children of the Ōtsutsuki family, was there anyone else whose Genjutsu ability was this strong?

“This… how is this possible? Such a powerful Genjutsu, putting aside whether it’s theoretically possible, even if it could be done, there wouldn’t be enough Chakra to activate it. Energy is conserved; using any kind of power requires an equivalent price.”

Satoru couldn’t believe it. Damn it, how did they feel like the Ōtsutsuki themselves? What was the difference between their range and the inextinguishable Ōtsutsuki divine Ninjutsu?

He was deeply shaken, and at the same time, a desire arose in his heart: if he could learn a Genjutsu of this intensity, would he then have the foundation to challenge the Ōtsutsuki?

And why did the Kurama clan head say that this technique brought benefits but also severe side effects, and that after the Ninja Village system was established, this ability was no longer needed?

He even formed hand seals to sense the Chakra within his body, to see if his perception had truly been altered by some Genjutsu, and even activated his countermeasures against Ninjutsu that alter perception, such as Other Heavenly Gods and Ōtsutsuki divine Ninjutsu.

Thump! Thump!

Kurama Murakumo sensed that he was already stunned and didn’t disturb his actions, instead slowly sipping his tea.

When he first received this news, he too was similarly shocked, even at one point doubting his existence, wondering if he was created by his ancestors using Ninjutsu.

But he knew that his ancestors’ Genjutsu could not be broken. Without their family’s information, it couldn’t be deciphered even if one knew about it.

Because this was a Genjutsu that connected illusion and reality.

Both fake and real.

Thump!

At Satoru’s heart, a phantom pentagonal cube emerged, pulsating with his heartbeat. The Heart Steel, which normally re-released itself only after some time, was now actively controlled by Satoru.

Thump!

A flood of information and memories surged, flowing from his heart to his brain.

Memories flashed by like a revolving lantern.

From the moment this body gained consciousness, to wetting the bed, being mischievous at school, the shock of hearing Kakashi’s early graduation, the thought that he could never become strong when Might Guy trained with burning passion…

The Third Shinobi World War began, he graduated early at eleven, transmigrated here, gained a good brain, read various memories, practised various Ninjutsu, Genjutsu, perception…

Fighting, living, pursuing girls, marrying and having children, spying on Hidden Rain Village, researching Ninjutsu, Genjutsu…

All memories up to the present surged into his mind…

“Indeed, I was right. The information about the Kurama Family geniuses’ names being overlooked truly happened. At the time, I was still confused, thinking that since the Kurama Family’s kekei genkai was hailed as the talent of a genius, it couldn’t be nameless, just a vague legend.

“The moment I came into contact with it, I fell for it. And only the memories of Kurama Yakumo that I brought from my previous life, because they were backed up in advance, were preserved…”

Satoru’s eyes widened.

Terror, great terror.

How was it done? Did the Kurama Family also possess Ōtsutsuki methods?

This Ninjutsu that altered perception, and a Ninjutsu that was constantly active, was even more powerful than any Other Heavenly Gods, comparable to the inextinguishable Ōtsutsuki divine Ninjutsu.

This was far more impressive than his previous thoughts on Genjutsu that altered enemies’ perceptions, such as inserting oneself into history.

Indeed, his idea for the Heart Steel Ninjutsu was not wrong.

Heart Steel, a Genjutsu that backed up one’s memories, thoughts, and perceptions, creating a phantom yet real Different Space made of Genjutsu at the heart, and using the Mind Reading Technique to back up one’s eptions and memories and thoughts.

Every seven days, it would activate once, reorganising memories and perceptions. This was to counter Ninjutsu that altered perception, such as Other Heavenly Gods, Izanami, and Ōtsutsuki divine Ninjutsu.

For Satoru, who could already use the Mind Reading Technique in reverse, the difficulty wasn’t very high, so he had been prepared early on.

Heart Steel was a burden for other Ninja, but for Satoru, who possessed a good brain, reorganising memories was merely reviewing and learning anew, and did not cause a burden.

Unexpectedly, in the end, he still had someone teach him a lesson, and he still fell for it. Terrifying.

“You seem to have realised something?” Kurama Murakumo looked at his body; although it was wrapped in bandages, he could still feel his body tremble slightly for a moment.

Could he sense the anomaly of his ancestors’ Genjutsu?

“Phew, Senior is joking. I feel scared by your words. How could anyone cast such a terrifying Genjutsu!” Satoru exhaled a turbid breath and said.

“No, this is real.”

“So what exactly happened?” Satoru asked.

Kurama Murakumo put down his tea and sighed, “Actually, the kekei genkai genius that appears in our family every generation is our ancestor, Kurama Yakumo.”

“…” Satoru had already endured the shock; no matter what, he wouldn’t be shocked again.

Damn it, it was always he who made others feel shocked. But today, he just wanted to discuss Genjutsu knowledge and witness Kurama Yakumo’s true Genjutsu, but he was played by someone from over a dozen generations ago.

“Every few generations, Ancestor Yakumo will be born from the Chakra within a family member, becoming a real person truly existing in this world.

“Perhaps one day, you’ll find that I have an extra daughter, and her Genjutsu ability is extremely strong, reaching a level of threat to the Village.

“There’s no need to be confused, and you won’t be confused, as to why I have an extra daughter, because in the outside world, including everyone’s perception, she is a truly existing person, a real person.

“She will be recorded in Konoha’s secret archives, as an anonymous figure, remembering that my Kurama Clan produced such a genius, and then she suddenly disappeared.

“Only after several generations, when the Kurama Clan’s descendants’ influence weakens and they find records in the family’s secret grounds, will there be a period of weakened influence.

“That’s why I can tell you this secret.

“…… ”

Yamamoto Genryusai stood there quietly, his eyes narrowed slightly, like two deep, cold pools.

In his dark pupils, Zaraki Kenpachi’s battle-ready appearance was clearly reflected.

After a long pause, he stroked his snow-white beard and said in a deep voice, “Zaraki Kenpachi, are you sure you’re not joking?”

“I’ve never seen a precedent where a Captain challenges a Vice-Captain.”

“Now you have one!” Zaraki Kenpachi sharply interrupted Yamamoto Genryusai.

His voice was as loud as a bell: “That guy once defeated me, and if I can’t beat him, becoming the Captain of the Eleventh Division means nothing!”

“As a Kenpachi, I must be the strongest among all Shinigami!”

“Right now it’s him, and in the future, I’ll challenge you too!”

“You’re the Captain-Commander, so you must be very strong!”

Zaraki Kenpachi’s tone was extremely bold, as if he wanted to defeat all Shinigami …

However, in Yamamoto Genryusai’s eyes, this was nothing but arrogance.

Processing his Captain’s appointment was already very irregular.

Because Zaraki Kenpachi didn’t even know Shikai.

Let alone Bankai, which is above Shikai.

Furthermore, he wasn’t from the Reiatsu Academy; theoretically, a Rukongai like him would struggle to even become a Shinigami.

But who could argue when he had defeated Kiganjo in front of everyone…

This was a rule of the Eleventh Division, established since ancient times.

As long as one defeated the previous Kenpachi, they could take his place, which, in a sense, was on par with his own orders as Captain-Commander.

After all, the person who set the rule was from the same generation as him…

A troublemaker!

In just a few words, Yamamoto Genryusai had already characterised Zaraki Kenpachi’s personality.

This kind of arrogant and extremely bloodthirsty personality would have been a good blade a thousand years ago, when the Gotei 13 was first established.

But now…

Yamamoto Genryusai fell into deep thought, his drooping beard swaying slightly in the spiritual pressure emanating from him.

The surrounding environment seemed to enter a time stop, utterly silent.

After a long while, he finally looked up, his voice as calm as still water:

“If you want to challenge me, mere determination and perseverance aren’t enough…”

“A kid like you would need another thousand years of training, and even then, it would be too soon.”

“However… since this is your decision as the Captain of the Eleventh Division, I cannot refuse.”

“But there’s one thing you must remember.”

“Once you lose, your Captain position will vanish, and you yourself might die as a result.”

“The girl beside you might seek revenge for you, but the Seireitei strictly prohibits infighting.”

“Once an incident of comrades harming each other occurs, the lighter punishment is imprisonment in the Muken for a sentence of over a thousand years; the heavier punishment is the abolition of all spiritual power, becoming an ordinary soul, and expulsion from the Seireitei.”

“Are you… Ready?”

“Don’t be too quick to agree; this isn’t just about you.”

Yamamoto Genryusai’s gaze slowly shifted to Yachiru, who was sitting on Zaraki Kenpachi’s shoulder.

The latter had a beaming, innocent smile, as if she didn’t know what death was.

If her strength hadn’t been verified earlier, there’s no way this child would have been allowed to become a Vice-Captain.

Her apparent age was too young.

The Eleventh Division was a combat division; sending a child to the battlefield was something Yamamoto Genryusai absolutely could not do.

Clap, clap.

Yachiru clapped her hands, her clear sound echoing in the silent air.

She seemed to be encouraging Kenpachi:

“Kenpachi, don’t worry about me, I’m very strong.”

“We’re partners, aren’t we?”

“That’s right!” Hearing this, Kenpachi’s confidence was instantly ignited.

Just as Yachiru said, they were partners.

Even if he only had one breath left, he would crawl back up from the ground!

His retreat back then was only due to Tsugikuni Yoriichi’s words.

Now, it was different.

Kenpachi took a deep breath and quickly said:

“I’m ready! I’ll stake the name of Kenpachi and defeat him!!”

… …

… …

“So…”

“This is why I had to come out of seclusion?”

Outside the training ground, Tsugikuni Yoriichi stood there quietly, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

He looked at Kyōraku Shunsui, who occasionally came and was now standing before him, and asked with a complex tone:

“Zaraki Kenpachi wants to challenge me… Why?”

“Isn’t he a Captain?”

To be honest, he didn’t want to fight Shinigami other than enemies, especially not a battle to the death.

Because it was meaningless.

It only added to the sorrow, pain, and sadness of both sides, with no positive effect whatsoever.

“I don’t understand that either.” Kyōraku Shunsui scratched his head, “If you say he’s reckless, he still knows to stake the name of Kenpachi.”

“If you say he’s not reckless, he actually used the name of Kenpachi to challenge you, a Vice-Captain…”

“Of course, that’s not a put-down; I just find it a bit surreal, because the Eleventh Division has been in an uproar over this.”

“Some Shinigami even came to your Tenth Division demanding an explanation, believing that you were pressuring him.”

“Of course, I know that’s impossible, because you’ve been here these past few days…”

“No choice, I don’t know what Captain-Commander is thinking, so I had to step in myself and spent a lot of effort to persuade them back to their respective posts.”

Speaking of this, he let out a long breath, his tone gradually becoming relaxed:

“The duel is in two days, along with the new Captain of the Twelfth Division.”

“The new Captain of the Twelfth Division, you probably know him: the former Third Seat of the Second Division, Kisuke Urahara.”

“This assessment was originally intended to adopt a Captain challenge system.”

“Like, a new Captain challenges an old Captain, and as long as they get the old Captain’s approval, it’s considered a success.”

“Now, well…”

“It’s changed slightly because of Zaraki Kenpachi’s appearance.”

“I’m not quite clear on the changes, as Captain-Commander personally formulated them.”

“But I’ve heard bits and pieces, in short…”

“At worst, one side will be severely injured, that’s all.”

Kyōraku Shunsui said this.

As he spoke, as if sensing something, he looked to his side.

When he saw a girl in black hiding behind a nearby tree…

His tone became a little helpless: “Lisa-chan, when did you get here…”

The girl’s name was Lisa Yadōmaru. As the Vice-Captain of the Eighth Division and part-time secretary, she basically followed Kyōraku Shunsui around all day.

However, there were exceptions, such as when Kyōraku Shunsui secretly snuck out.

The Eighth Division was an intelligence division, and its work was too busy. He thought his actions today were quite secretive, but he didn't expect to be discovered and followed...

Lisa Yadōmaru pushed up her glasses, took a step forward, turned around, her face quite serious:

“When you mentioned the Captain’s assessment.”

“As a Vice-Captain, I must remind you that leaking secrets is a very serious crime.”

“Especially for you as the Captain of the Eighth Division, knowingly breaking the law is unforgivable.”

“Oh, Lisa-chan, don’t be so serious. Yoriichi is my junior, what’s wrong with giving him a little information?”

Kyōraku Shunsui waved his hand and smiled, seemingly unconcerned about everything at the moment.

A moment later.

He casually adjusted the straw hat on his head, then slowly turned to face Tsugikuni Yoriichi, nodding slightly:

“In short, that’s how it is.”

“Get ready. I still have high hopes for you.”

Retsu Unohana could clearly feel the intense fighting spirit contained within his movements.

It was just a pity that there was no longer the same sense of oppression as back then.

Recalling those years, he was alone, pursuing the joy of battle even if it meant fighting to the death.

But now, he had companions…

For a wild beast, these were undoubtedly a burden, meaningless emotional ties.

His former sharpness had gradually reined in; this state was not the battle Retsu Unohana had hoped for.

In such a situation, even if she won in the end, it would be meaningless.

Kenpachi did not understand the meaning of her words at all.

In his opinion, Retsu Unohana was simply inexplicable.

He was clearly on his way to Seireitei when his path was suddenly blocked.

Then, he heard the other party claim he was weak…

What else could this be but a madman?

Damn it!

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't beat her…

Kenpachi gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Retsu Unohana, what's the point of being so evasive? I originally wanted to become a Shinigami!"

"What does it mean that my power is sealed?!"

"Literal meaning." Retsu Unohana glanced at him slightly, slowly sheathing her sword.

"Your brain is too simple; even if I explain it directly, you probably won't understand."

"Later, when you experience a life-or-death battle, you will naturally understand."

"I'm leaving now."

"After this meeting, I have clearly understood what stage your power is at."

"It is said that you once lost to a Shinigami named Tsugikuni Yoriichi, right?"

"That's right, you know him?"

"Of course, I do." Retsu Unohana lightly stepped onto the ray-like creature that Minazuki had transformed into, looking down at Kenpachi from above.

Her clear, cold voice drifted down like falling snowflakes:

"He is stronger than you; that is only natural."

"The difference between you and him is that he has something he wants to protect, and you don't."

"Being a beast is not bad, but a beast imitating humans is quite foolish."

"That's all I have to say."

After speaking, Minazuki flapped its wings and flew into the sky, its final words appearing and disappearing:

"Two days ago, the Eleventh Division Captain changed."

"Kenpachi."

"If you want to prove your strength."

"Go defeat him…"

… …

Now.

In front of the Eleventh Division barracks.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of black-clad swordsmen, Kenpachi stood proudly, long sword in hand.

He met their wary gazes,

Looking at Kiganjo, who was bleeding profusely and whose aura was as weak as a flickering candle in the wind, a wildly arrogant smile spread across his lips.

Swish!

He swung his sword forcefully, blood splattering with a slight sound.

He looked around and shouted: "Is there anyone else?!"

… …

When the sound fell, no one responded for a long time.

The surroundings were silent.

Kenpachi Oni Yanma had just taken office, and many of the members were not yet familiar with him, so it was naturally impossible for any dissenting voices to arise.

After all… his defeat was already sealed.

Seeing this situation.

Kenpachi nodded, his eyes revealing a domineering confidence: "Very good!"

"If no one challenges…"

"From now on."

"I am the Eleventh Kenpachi, Kenpachi!"

"You have no objections, do you?!"

Who could object to this?

Kiganjo was defeated by your three slashes.

Besides him, the strongest Vice-Captain is still unconscious in the hospital…

Isn't jumping out at this time just asking for death?

The numerous members were filled with helplessness.

They also wanted to become Kenpachi, and they also wanted to defeat Kenpachi in front of hundreds of members and vent their anger.

It's just that they lacked the strength…

Who would have thought that Kenpachi Oni Yanma, with such a tall and large physique, would be as fragile as Gojoshibe Kenpachi?

Oh… no, Gojoshibe Kenpachi's Zanjutsu was at least stronger; he was from a formal background, but Kiganjo was something else.

He just relied on his massive spiritual pressure.

Otherwise, how could he have become the Captain of the Eleventh Division?

Now, with the arrival of an even more ferocious Shinigami… Kenpachi, some Shinigami felt both excitement and regret.

Excitement that their superior was finally a battle maniac, and there would surely be more exciting battles to experience in the future.

Regret that they were one step further away from the position of Kenpachi.

And just as the news of his defeat of Kiganjo spread like a whirlwind.

Inside the Gotei 13, Yamamoto Genryusai sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly narrowed.

He stroked his beard, slowly gazing out the window.

Although Kenpachi's appearance disrupted his plans, Yamamoto Genryusai would not act against justice for his own selfish desires…

Let's see for now.

The plan remains the same…

… …

… …

The afterglow of the setting sun burned the sky like fire, and on the other side, Tsugikuni Yoriichi, in a training ground, smiled faintly.

The days of training had refined his control over spiritual pressure.

Facing the news of Kenpachi becoming Kenpachi, his smile faded, and he said calmly:

"I knew he would become Kenpachi early on; it was only a matter of time."

"Kiganjo's defeat is also natural."

"Captain Kyōraku, why do you act so surprised?"

Kyōraku Shunsui stood not far away, Yoriichi raised his eyes, meeting the other's deep black eyes.

He scratched the back of his head, his tone as casual as if he were chatting about everyday matters:

"Oh, I almost forgot."

"You have encountered both of these Kenpachi before, and they even lost directly to you."

"No wonder you had an early prediction."

"However, Yoriichi, I see that Kenpachi is not to be trifled with; even if he is not your opponent, you still need to be careful. Lest you fall into a ditch."

"I understand, Captain Kyōraku."

Kyōraku Shunsui waved his hand and said: "Too polite, just call me by my name."

"We are both disciples of the master; there's no need to use honorifics."

"If it's really not possible, you can call me senior brother."

"But my Genryu…"

"Eh, that's nothing. Even if you can't learn Fuzan and Ikotsu, the Genryu school still has other combat styles."

"You'll always find one that suits you. Yamamoto, that old man, has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Of course, you shouldn't be lazy either."

It's okay not to be able to learn it, but you can't be lazy. His Zanjutsu does not include Fuzan; this thing is not something ordinary people can learn.

Before, while he was practising, he even learned Hado number seventy-eight, Zangerin, but Fuzan didn't even get a foot in the door.

Although Tsugikuni Yoriichi's talent seemed better than theirs, it wasn't enough to reach the heavens in one step, after all, spiritual pressure is different from the power humans master.

The two continued to exchange information.

The next day, Kenpachi came to the Gotei 13 to handle the onboarding procedures.

He was accompanied by a girl who claimed she wanted to become the Vice-Captain.

After everything was handled.

Yamamoto Genryusai then heard him suddenly say:

"Where is Tsugikuni Yoriichi?"

"You are the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13, right?"

"I want to challenge him!"

One day ago.

North Rukongai, District 24.

Zaraki Kenpachi stood dazed in a dense forest, the fallen leaves under his feet rustling softly.

His gaze was fixed on the woman in front of him, and countless complex emotions surged in his heart.

The woman in front had a kind smile, a gentle demeanour, and wore snow-white clothes, giving off an initial impression of virtue and grace.

However, in Zaraki Kenpachi’s eyes, this woman was nothing short of a terrifying Asura.

A thick scent of blood, like invisible tentacles, slowly parted her clothes.

Boundless darkness, like an abyss, spread out from beneath her feet, as if countless vengeful spirits’ mournful wails could be heard.

The air suddenly solidified, and although the sunlight shone on him, Zaraki Kenpachi felt no warmth.

He only felt a chill throughout his body, and the veins on the back of his hand, gripping his Zanpakuto, bulged.

After a brief moment of distraction, he inhaled deeply, as if to draw all the surrounding air into his lungs.

Then, his lips suddenly stretched into a dangerous smile.

Boom!

His simple clothes exploded with the burst of reishi, revealing his upper body with its distinct, though not bulky, ferocious muscles.

Every muscle seemed to contain endless power, as if forged from steel.

Seeing this, Yachiru lightly jumped off him. She said nothing, stepping lightly on the branches, making a faint “creak” sound.

Finally, she landed steadily on Ikkaku Madarame’s head.

Ikkaku Madarame’s expression instantly turned sour when he saw someone blocking his path.

His brows furrowed, and his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a fierce aura.

He was the first to shout, “Hey, you woman in front, do you want to die?!”

Although he didn't know why his big brother suddenly unleashed his reishi, it was clear that the person in front was an enemy.

Swish!

He quickly took down the Zanpakuto from behind his neck, swinging it with its black sheath, striking a formidable pose.

The blade cut a sharp arc through the air, emitting a piercing whistle:

“Why don’t you quickly retreat!”

“Yumichika!”

With that cry, Yumichika Ayasegawa, who was standing beside him, sighed helplessly.

A hint of hesitation showed in his eyes, but he still drew his Zanpakuto as well:

“Ikkaku, are you sure you want to disturb the boss’s fight?”

Since Retsu Unohana had not emitted any substantial killing intent, the two of them were not sure how much of a threat she posed to them.

They instinctively thought she was on par with them.

However, soon.

They found they were wrong.

Terribly wrong.

Retsu Unohana calmly glanced at the two and asked Zaraki Kenpachi, “Can a beast like you even make friends?”

“Ah, you mean them.” Zaraki Kenpachi grinned, “They’re not friends, they’re my subordinates.”

“Retsu Unohana, I didn’t expect to run into you here.”

“Are you here to kill me today?”

“No, I just came to see how you’ve been doing these past few centuries…”

“To be honest…”

As if seeing something loathsome, Retsu Unohana’s smile faded bit by bit:

“I’m very disappointed, Zaraki Kenpachi…”

Her voice was soft, gradually losing interest,

“I thought that over these long centuries, you would constantly challenge yourself, break through limits, and become stronger…”

“However…”

“It seems I overestimated you…”

“Centuries unseen.”

“You’ve become so weak…”

She lowered her head, and in that instant, the whole world fell silent.

Shadows quietly crept in from all directions, emanating a chilling and heavy aura.

Torrential killing intent transformed into a sea that pressed down on every nerve of Ikkaku Madarame and Yumichika Ayasegawa.

The colour drained from their faces in an instant, as if an invisible pair of large hands had fiercely gripped their necks!

Click.

Their Zanpakuto dropped to the ground, making a clear sound.

They bent over, struggling to breathe, cold sweat streaming down their faces.

—Such heavy pressure!

Only now did they realise that the woman before them was not benevolent.

The murderous aura emanating from her body was almost tangible.

—How many people had she killed?

Zaraki Kenpachi’s expression hardened, seemingly unable to comprehend her words: “What did you say!?”

“Retsu Unohana!”

“You said I’m weak?!”

He suddenly drew the Zanpakuto from his waist, its sharp edge exposed, his voice unreservedly loud:

“Nonsense! After that battle with you, I’ve been fighting every moment, getting stronger every moment!”

“Just one step away, I can cut down all the strong ones in Rukongai, become a Shinigami, and then, continue that battle from back then!”

“I will personally snatch the Kenpachi title from your hands! My name is Zaraki Kenpachi, the strongest Shinigami!”

“Heh…” Retsu Unohana chuckled softly, her smile filled with complex emotions.

She placed one hand on her waist, her fingers lightly touching the sword hilt.

Hiss…

Minazuki slowly unsheathed, its blade emitting a cold gleam.

The surrounding air suddenly turned chilling.

The sun hanging high in the sky seemed to be just a decoration, having lost its usual warmth.

Hiss…

A wisp of white mist escaped from her lips, then quickly dissipated.

The next second.

Boom!

A surging reishi wave instantly broke through the oppressive atmosphere, causing the surrounding trees to fall, making “crack, crack” sounds of breaking.

The clouds in the sky were completely torn apart, as if ripped open by an invisible large hand.

Zaraki Kenpachi roared:

“Retsu Unohana, stop laughing!”

“Answer me!!”

Due to his simple mind, he felt that Retsu Unohana's smile was mockery, as if a complete denial of his experiences over the past few centuries.

Hearing this.

Retsu Unohana raised her eyes, her tone without a ripple:

“I’ve already made myself very clear, Zaraki Kenpachi…”

“You… have become weaker.”

Swish! Minazuki, curved slightly, emitted a dangerous gleam under the sunlight.

Retsu Unohana spread her arms, her posture completely reverting to a thousand years ago with the change in her tone.

The faintly emanating reishi filled the air with a thick scent of blood.

Death rushed towards him.

Drip.

Faintly, a drop of dark red blood dripped from the tip of the blade onto the ground, making a soft “drip” sound.

Zaraki Kenpachi glared at her.

He did not get the answer he wanted.

Instantly!

Bang!

He suddenly stomped the ground and, without hesitation, swung his sword at her!

The ferocious blade ripped through the air, erupting with thunderous roars!

Surging golden reishi covered the blade, causing ripples in the surrounding space, as if it could cut through everything in front of it!

However.

Facing this sudden slash.

Retsu Unohana merely raised her head slightly.

She raised her sword.

Clang!

The powerful swing was easily blocked by her. No matter how much Zaraki Kenpachi exerted himself, the distance did not budge an inch.

The biting wind pressure only ruffled her beautiful hair, which swayed gently like black silk.

Reflected in Zaraki Kenpachi’s black pupils was Retsu Unohana’s expressionless, slightly weary demeanour.

“It’s my fault.”

Feeling the pressure from the blade, Retsu Unohana understood the reason for Zaraki Kenpachi’s changes.

Swish!

She waved casually, and Zaraki Kenpachi staggered backwards.

Under his incredulous gaze, Retsu Unohana exhaled deeply:

“That battle back then inadvertently sealed your power…”

“The beast of old has lost its claws and fangs…”

“Never mind.”

“I won’t kill you. Go and become a Shinigami.”

“Only by regaining your former strength can you fight me…”

“A one-sided battle is truly meaningless.”

Huu…

Yamamoto Genryusai let out a long breath.

He looked at the wall that had vanished into thin air and murmured, “Still rusty.”

“It actually took so long.”

After speaking, he turned to look at Tsugikuni Yoriichi, “Ikotsu is the strongest punching technique I have mastered, and it also has no one to inherit it.”

“Because its mastery requires extremely high physical prowess and exceptionally strong bone tolerance.”

“Neither Ukitake nor Kyōraku qualify, but I believe you can.”

“If I recall correctly, your pure strength is even subtly above mine…”

“In other words, if you can master it, the power of your Ikotsu might even surpass mine.”

It had been tested before; Tsugikuni Yoriichi’s physical prowess was arguably the strongest within the Seireitei.

Although he didn't know how he achieved it, it was a fact.

Yamamoto Genryusai once lamented that if Tsugikuni Yoriichi specialised in Hakuda like Yoruichi Shihouin, one day in the future, he might be able to punch a Vasto Lorde to death with his bare hands.

But unfortunately.

His swordsmanship talent was far greater than his Hakuda talent.

It would be too regrettable if such a genius could not inherit his legacy.

As Captain-Commander, his duty was to protect the Soul Society and the Seireitei.

To this end, during his tenure, he needed to cultivate and discover more strong individuals.

Yoriichi paused, recalling the scene reflected in his eyes just now, and realised that the requirements for mastering Ikotsu far exceeded Fuzan.

Fuzan only required controlling Reiatsu, making it condense like silk.

Ikotsu, however, involved both controlling and exploding Reiatsu, turning it into a drill-like bomb.

Penetrating damage only required a single point of explosion.

The killing stone, on the other hand, distributed all that damage, which is why it crumbled into powder.

But no matter what, it was an extremely difficult operation.

Wanting to learn it immediately was indeed somewhat challenging.

Thinking this, he slowly said, “Understood, Teacher.”

“What’s the deadline?”

“One month. I’ll give you one month. If you can master one of them, it counts as passing.”

Although no one had learned it so far, Yamamoto Genryusai would not lower his standards because of it.

In his opinion, mastering the rudiments counted as success.

He didn't expect Tsugikuni Yoriichi to fully learn it within a month either.

Jūshirō Ukitake and Kyōraku Shunsui studied for three hundred years and eventually gave up.

Because they felt it wasn't suitable for them; as dual-wielders, neither sword drawing techniques nor fist techniques matched them.

Thus, they ultimately chose other combat methods from Genryu.

Ikotsu and Fuzan were thus shelved, which made Yamamoto Genryusai very uncomfortable.

Before, he had never thought that one day, the abilities he had mastered would have no one to inherit them.

He hoped this disciple would be more capable; otherwise, he was very worried about whether he could take on a fourth disciple before he died…

With these thoughts, the lesson concluded.

In the afternoon, Yamamoto Genryusai went to the Reiatsu Academy.

He found Kensei Muguruma, who was working part-time as a Hakuda teacher for sixth-year students at the Spiritual Arts Academy.

As the ninth division captain, his Hakuda skill was second only to Yoruichi Shihouin; there would be a time when he would be useful in the future.

When Kensei Muguruma saw the Captain-Commander arrive, he quickly paused the lesson and let the students practice on their own.

As he walked out of the classroom, a soundproofing barrier was set up.

Before he could speak, he heard Yamamoto Genryusai say:

“Kensei Muguruma, do you have any thoughts of changing divisions?”

??

Two question marks appeared above his head; he found it difficult to understand the current situation.

Wearing a sleeveless vest, Kensei Muguruma momentarily suspected he had misheard.

Change divisions?

Kensei Muguruma took a deep breath, his muscles subtly bulging with his inhale.

He tentatively said:

“Captain-Commander, could it be that another division has encountered a problem and needs my Ninth Division to fill in?”

“If that’s the case, I can introduce someone to you.”

Seemingly not hearing the latter part of his sentence, Yamamoto Genryusai continued on his own:

“The Eleventh Division Captain is suspected to have died in Hueco Mundo, and the Twelfth Division Captain left today, promoted to Royal Guard.”

“Yoruichi Shihouin once recommended someone to me; if nothing unexpected happens, the Captain assessment will begin in five days.”

“But, the position of Eleventh Division Captain is still vacant.”

“You excel at Hakuda, and I believe you are very suitable for this position.”

“What about the Ninth Division?”

Kensei Muguruma was quite helpless.

Although this was the Captain-Commander’s order, he still didn’t understand.

He didn't even know what the current situation was. How did the Eleventh Division Captain die?

And died in Hueco Mundo…

A dignified Kenpachi.

Couldn't even defeat a Hollow?

“As for the ninth division captain position, I have my own considerations. If Gojoshibe Kenpachi is not dead and returns someday, we will discuss other matters then.”

“However, now, I ask you, what do you think of the Eleventh Division Captain position?”

Yamamoto Genryusai asked earnestly, his tone unreservedly serious.

Even Kensei Muguruma couldn't help but tense up.

It was very frustrating.

The incident happened so suddenly that he could only say:

“Good, very good, very brave, all are members of the Gotei 13.”

“If this is your order, Captain-Commander, then I can only obey.”

“When?”

“One month.”

“One month?” Kensei Muguruma had never heard of such a long preparation time.

Normally, wouldn't the reassignment of Captains be completed within just three days?

At most, a week…

Although this timeframe had deeper meaning, Kensei Muguruma was too lazy to delve into it.

Because what needed to be known would eventually be known, and knowing what shouldn't be known brought no benefit.

Sighing, he indicated his understanding.

Then he turned and returned to the classroom to continue teaching.

At this moment, an instructor walked over and asked, “Captain-Commander, tomorrow is the graduation assessment. What do you think?”

Yamamoto Genryusai gave him a faint glance:

“Let those Captains discuss it themselves. My First Division has its own people to screen them. If there’s nothing else, you may withdraw.”

He hadn't actively recruited Shinigami for the First Division in a long time.

The graduation assessments usually involved him giving a speech for a few hours, then letting those below him handle the rest.

Even if a genius appeared, someone would specifically report it to him to prevent them from being overlooked.

After the instructor withdrew, Yamamoto Genryusai left the Reiatsu Academy.

On the way, he instructed Chōjirō Sasakibe to go to the Maggot's Nest and release Kenpachi Oni Yanma.

In the evening.

A piece of news, intentionally spread, reached all corners of the Seireitei.

Kenpachi Oni Yanma defeated the former Vice-Captain, now temporary Captain, of the Eleventh Division, and was instantly appointed as the new Eleventh Division Captain, known as Kenpachi Oni Yanma.

Leaving the school and returning to his division barracks, Kensei Muguruma heard this news and couldn't help but be stunned for a long time, understanding the Captain-Commander's actions even less.

However, Yamamoto Genryusai was quite pleased.

The matter was done, and if nothing unexpected happened, the future should unfold as he envisioned.

However, an unexpected event did occur.

On the third day after the news broke.

A Rukongai resident named Zaraki Kenpachi forcibly broke into the Seireitei, and while everyone was unprepared, he defeated the newly appointed Kenpachi Oni Yanma in one fell swoop.

He set the record for the fastest Kenpachi death in history.

Three days!

As the news spread, everyone was dumbfounded.

Except for…

Yoriichi and Yamamoto.

“Tsugikuni Yoriichi, do you have something on your mind?”

The next day, First Division.

Yamamoto Genryusai looked at his new student, his thick white brows slightly furrowed.

His weathered eyes reflected Yoriichi’s somewhat distracted and indifferent expression.

If he didn't know Tsugikuni Yoriichi's personality,

Yamamoto would have thought this kid was as unreliable as Kyōraku Shunsui.

To dare to be distracted in front of this old man…

His thoughts had just begun to wander.

Here, hearing Yamamoto Genryusai’s words, Yoriichi slowly raised his eyes.

There was a hint of hesitation in his gaze, and after a moment, he said softly:

“My apologies, Captain-Commander, please continue.”

“It's just a small matter.”

Since Hisana could recover, there was no need to keep it in mind all day.

The priority now was the current situation.

Yamamoto Genryusai watched everything before him, gently stroking his beard, and nodded:

“A small matter… very well, I’ll take it as such.”

“Now, focus your attention. You need to listen carefully to what I’m about to say. This old man will only say it once.”

“First, hundreds of disciples have studied under this old man.”

“However, only Kyōraku and Ukitake have entered and become my direct disciples.”

Yamamoto Genryusai narrowed his eyes slightly, as if recalling past years,

“The reason for this, ultimately, is that they mastered the techniques I taught them; this is the threshold of Genryu.”

“Although this old man has accepted you as a disciple, for now, you are only a nominal one.”

“Next, if you can master one of the two abilities I will teach you…”

“Then you can become this old man’s direct disciple.”

“Second, I have already informed those nobles about your apprenticeship.”

“They should not bother you again for a short period.”

“This time is specifically for your growth.”

“You are still young; although your combat skills are exquisite, you lack a certain ruthlessness, and this old man’s fighting style consists mostly of killing techniques.”

“Without a certain level of psychological fortitude, even with outstanding talent, you might not be able to learn them.”

“These are things you need to know beforehand.”

“Do you understand?”

Yamamoto Genryusai stared intently at Yoriichi, his voice deepening, as if questioning Tsugikuni Yoriichi’s unwavering resolve.

Yoriichi nodded: “I understand.”

From the moment he became a disciple, he knew that his future days would be vastly different.

Because Yamamoto Genryusai had lived for over a thousand years, his mindset would certainly differ from that of younger Shinigami.

It was just something he hadn't expected.

Throughout history.

Were there really so many Shinigami who became disciples of Yamamoto Genryusai? Of course, most were nominal, probably the kind of relationship where only their names were remembered…

If Yoriichi remembered correctly, some Captains of the Gotei 13 had also studied with Yamamoto Genryusai.

“Good that you understand.” Yamamoto Genryusai slowly rose from the cushion.

He held his cane and tapped it lightly.

Thud.

The wood wrapping the cane peeled away, revealing the black Zanpakuto inside.

The blade exuded an ancient and majestic aura. He gripped the hilt, his voice steady:

“This old man’s Ryujin Jakka, the first technique is called Fuzan, a quick draw that can kill enemies without releasing the Zanpakuto.”

“Its speed is like a gentle breeze passing over the body, aiming for a single decisive strike.”

“Ordinary Shinigami can learn it, yet even my direct disciples have not mastered it to this day.”

“You are different; your strength, reaction speed, and even the attributes of your Zanpakuto are far superior to theirs.”

“This old man believes you can learn it.”

“This will be the first trial you must face.”

“Watch closely.”

He turned and faced a rock not far away, placing his hand on the hilt of his Zanpakuto.

In Yoriichi’s sight, Yamamoto Genryusai’s reishi gathered in his palm like a surging tide, then burst forth in an instant.

Countless reishi condensed along his palm onto the blade, forming an invisible edge.

He had just seen Yamamoto Genryusai draw his sword, and the distant rock immediately split into two.

Crack!

It was as if some process in between was omitted, incredibly abrupt. Like extending a finger and slicing a skyscraper, causing it to collapse and fall.

After observing for a moment,

Yoriichi realised.

This was a similar yet distinctly different ability from 【Sword Pressure】—using a Zanpakuto to unleash one's reishi to attack enemies.

【Fuzan】, in comparison, involved more delicate manipulation.

Yoriichi thought for a moment.

It was probably the difference between a water blade as thin as a strand of hair and an iron blade like a giant axe for splitting mountains.

He told this discovery to Yamamoto Genryusai, who was momentarily stunned and looked at Tsugikuni Yoriichi with some surprise.

This child…

He couldn't help but stroke his beard, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

—As expected of the genius he valued.

One must know that even the talented Jūshirō Ukitake had to observe his Fuzan five times before discerning a few clues.

Kyōraku Shunsui was less observant due to his attention.

But now, Tsugikuni Yoriichi could see it at a glance.

So, how many times would he succeed?

Yamamoto Genryusai was very much looking forward to it.

Of course, now was not the time for practice. After two light coughs, Yamamoto Genryusai calmed himself and continued:

“This is one of my Genryu Zanjutsu techniques. To this day, it has no successor. If you can learn it, you will be a direct disciple of my Genryu.”

“Next is the second type, Hakuda.”

“It is still about controlling reishi.”