Sacrificing Dōsan Hanyū

"Could you use Hadō 31: Shakkahō?"

Afraid of frightening the young girl in front of him, Dōsan tried his best to suppress his anger and spoke in a low voice.

The Shakkahō, as one of the most powerful low-level Kidō, is a required advanced course at the Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts.

"I'm sorry, Captain Dōsan, I'm not very proficient with the Shakkahō." The Fourth Division's female Soul Reaper with the bun hairstyle bowed at a ninety-degree angle, a small gesture that made it hard to scold her.

"Phew." Dōsan almost choked on his breath.

At the Kidō Exchange Meeting, they were not proficient in using the Shakkahō.

What are you good at?

Will the Five Dragon Destruction?

"Click."

A crisp electronic sound suddenly came from the side, startling Dōsan.

Now, Dōsan gets chills every time he hears that voice.

That unscrupulous reporter from the Ninth Division was using this kind of equipment; that's the kind of noise he made when he was filming.

Dōsan turned his head and saw a blonde woman staring straight at him, with a trace of saliva still on her lips.

"Dōsan is angry! It's Dōsan being angry! A brand new version that none of the Third Seat Honrō managed to capture!"

What's going on?

Dōsan was completely dumbfounded; Dōsan looked utterly bewildered—a truly rare expression!

Twelve female Soul Reapers are shouting here, raising their little fists.

Dōsan turned to Nanao Ise, who was still calmly holding her book, in despair. "The Captain-Commander actually agreed to this selection."

What's the difference between this and sending someone to their death?

And don't forget that Nanao and Rangiku -san are also contestants.

Nanao's lips twitched, then she slightly raised her head. "Yesterday, the First Division finalized its roster, but the final selection was made by your Second Division."

"Huh?" Dōsan frowned. "But I wasn't in the barracks all day yesterday."

"Click, click!"

"Still confused, new confused photos."

Nanao Ise glanced at the group of infatuated girls, then playfully raised her hands, neither confirming nor denying.

"So..."

"So you decided to take all twelve of them just for a little money? And some of them are even Fourth Division Soul Reaper who can't even use Hadō or Bakudō?"

The Fourth Division has many Soul Reaper who aren't very proficient in Kidō, but who happen to possess the ability to Kaidō.

After leaving the training ground, Dōsan settled Nanao in the side hall, while he poked Ōmaeda's forehead and scolded him.

After cursing for a while, Dōsan stood with his hands on his hips, panting heavily.

With Soi Fon Dōsan absent, the person in charge naturally became the Third Seat, Ōmaeda.

Given Ōmaeda's unreliability, it was no surprise that something unexpected happened.

I knew it!

Even if Captain-Commander Yamamoto is unreliable, he wouldn't go so far as to hire these twelve guys.

"Dōsan, you don't know the value of oil and salt when you're not in charge of the household." Ōmaeda's fat face twitched, not daring to resist, but he wore a mournful expression.

"Wasn't the debt owed by the Second Division already paid off?" Dōsan in surprise.

"Captain Soi Fon fought in the World of the Living, and many Punishment Force were wounded or killed. In addition, two missions failed before, causing huge losses to the World of the Living, which our Second Division must bear."

Ōmaeda covered his eyes with his arm, sobbing uncontrollably; it was unclear whether he was genuinely crying or faking it.

If you're short on money, go scam the 11th Division!

Why are you trying to scam me?

"I don't care, I've already registered your name in the First Division. You'll be participating in the Kidō Exchange Meeting in a month."

Ōmaeda's skill level has always been a mystery. He doesn't participate in the team's sparring sessions, and every time he does, it's because he happens to have a stomachache, a thighache, or a headache.

Dōsan could only confirm that his Spiritual Pressure was around that of the vice-captain, and that he was quite proficient in the Kidō.

'As expected, Boss Dōsan is the easiest to talk to.'

If it were Captain Soi Fon, he'd probably beat himself up in a few punches and kicks, and then call it plastic surgery.

Thinking of this, Ōmaeda hurriedly agreed, "Captain Dōsan, you can leave it to me. We're sure to win this exchange meeting."

He'll leave everything to Dōsan and continue slacking off.

And what's more, he gets to be with so many female Soul Reapers.

Hehehe.

Ōmaeda was still indulging in his fantasies, Dōsan handed him a scroll, Ōmaeda readily accepted.

"According to regulations, I am not allowed to participate in the war."

It's all just a facade.

Fine.

Aren't there still Nanao and Rangiku?

But what is this thing?

Ōmaeda slowly unfurled the scroll, his heart pounded faster and faster, and sweat streamed down his forehead like a waterfall.

Logically speaking, as a veteran of the Second Division, he should have known.

But Ōmaeda, with his mind only on his family business, would be strange to know.

"Brother Dōsan, I can't do it. I have elderly parents to support and young children to raise."

When he was halfway through reading the scroll, Ōmaeda grabbed Dōsan's leg and wouldn't let go, wiping Dōsan's snot and tears all over him.

When did you get married?

"I have a quadriplegic sister and a brother with cerebral palsy." Ōmaeda looked up, seeing that Dōsan seemed somewhat reluctant yet full of expectation as he continued, "And a father in a vegetative state."

The personnel have already been submitted, and the Captain-Commander has given a reply; it's impossible to change them.

"Ah!!"

Ōmaeda's world had become shrouded in darkness; at this moment, he had even begun to plan the distribution of his estate after his death.

The intelligence indicates that Nanao Ise's senior, Lisa Yadōmaru, has a good relationship with Ōmaeda.

When Ōmaeda, Ōmaeda wrote a novel in order to earn his first fortune.

The most outrageous one is that the male protagonist is Captain Aizen. (Mainly because Captain Aizen is very popular with women and is also very gentle, so he wouldn't hunt him down.)

Lisa is a big fan of his.

Looking at Dōsan, who was digging his own grave, I thought to myself the day before yesterday that I would draw him into the book sooner or later.

The Thirteenth Division barracks.

Because the captain is often bedridden, Lieutenant Kaien spends her days on her honeymoon, and the newly arrived Lieutenant Tachikawa is idle all day and spews nonsense.

Therefore, the Thirteenth Division appeared unusually deserted.

"A rare guest indeed, the Captain Kyōraku."

Tachikawa lay on the wooden beam, offering no polite words whatsoever.

Kyōraku, with his good temper, understood. Coming from the Twelfth Division, everyone from the captain to the members was arrogant like that.

In their eyes, you're just a monkey that can be used for experiments at any time.

Of course, if you're very strong, you can use them for experiments.

Their lives consisted either of conducting experiments or being conducted as experiments.

With a wave of his hand, Kyōraku entered Ukitake's barracks as if they were old friends. This time, Ukitake was in good health and wasn't lying down.

"Kyōraku, what's up?" Ukitake smiled gently at his best friend.

Kyōraku, however, did not respond, his expression solemn as he went straight to the point, "At this Kidō Exchange Meeting, Old Man Yama might be planning to take action against the Tsunayashiro Clan!"

"Cough cough!" In his emotional state, Ukitake coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, but this time he did not receive any concern from Kyōraku.

Is the Soul Reaper force, led by Captain-Commander Yamamoto, finally about to challenge the authority of the Five Great Noble Clans?

If such a battle were to break out, the losses would absolutely surpass those of the tragedy fifteen years ago!

"Is Captain-Commander Yamamoto planning to sacrifice Dōsan Hanyū?"