The day before the match, Zaraki returned gravely injured
"Fifty thousand rings, the Kidō Exhibition Match, with Master Jin'ya winning by a margin of fifty thousand rings!"
In the Noble Sixth District, a young nobleman, accompanied by his girlfriend, places bets in a secluded and somewhat shabby little shop in the noble district.
"I'm sorry, the outcome for Jin'ya Young Master is uncertain. The only bettors are the Nobles and the Soul Reaper." The shopkeeper said weakly, a forced smile on his lips conveying his friendliness.
"Then help me bet on the noble side."
The bookmaker listlessly made notes and handed the prize tickets to the young nobleman; lately, he had truly been experiencing both pain and pleasure.
People continued to place bets for a week straight, but 95% of them were betting on the nobles. Even with the best efforts to control the odds, the odds could only be reduced to 1:1.05.
For nearly fifty years, the Kidō Exchange Meeting has not been highly regarded among nobles, especially among lower-ranking nobles.
But this time is different.
The prestige of Jin'ya himself, and the popularity that Dōsan Hanyū over the years.
There are also various forces, both overt and covert, engaging in propaganda.
Not everyone knows the long history of the Kidō Exchange Meeting, but now even the common people of Rukongai outside of Seireitei, who have no chance to watch it, know that a grand event is about to take place in Seireitei.
"Hey, didn't we agree to bet on Dōsan Da to win? And Dōsan's odds are a whopping 1:15! One win and we'll be rich."
The girlfriend stomped hard on her boyfriend's foot.
Getting rich isn't that easy.
The boyfriend chuckled, covering his head as if pressing down on the barely visible green hat on his brow, "Fifty thousand rings, that's my monthly living expenses."
Honestly, young people don't know what's so great about Dōsan Hanyū.
To be fair, he's not ugly, but for some reason Dōsan Hanyū's popularity has surpassed that of Byakuya of the Kuchiki Clan and Jin'ya of the Tsunayashiro Clan.
After thinking about it for a moment, his girlfriend hesitated. She came from a slightly aristocratic background and didn't have an extravagant allowance, but she couldn't refuse to support Giegie. After a moment's hesitation, she waved her hand very generously, "I'll bet five thousand rings on my Giegie."
"Okay, thank you, boss." The lottery station owner clapped his hands, his whole demeanor refreshed.
Unlike those bets, this is giving yourself money.
This is the real boss.
His gambling shop was kept afloat by these noblewomen.
It seems like the average IQ of the female Grim Soul Reapers in Seireitei has been declining lately.
After seeing the two off, the boss, exhausted, slumped onto the table again.
The sun shone directly on the back of his head; these days of working 24 hours a day were both painful and pleasurable for him.
Their squinting eyes suddenly darkened, and a figure stood before them.
He was covered by an outer garment, his head was covered by a cloth shirt, and he wore a mask on his face.
Only from the barely visible lining of his shirt could one tell that he was wearing a black shihaka (a type of Japanese martial arts uniform).
Soul Reaper?
The store manager didn't seem to mind.
There are three types of people in Seireitei: Soul Reapers, nobles, and those who are both Soul Reapers and nobles.
The shop owner felt inexplicably familiar with the man's large and tall figure.
"Bet on the noble team to win, two million."
"How much...?"
Two million?
Gambling in moderation is harmless fun; very few people actually want to get rich through gambling. Even nobles have their pride, so earning a little pocket money is fine with them.
After all, even small business owners are considered aristocrats; they shouldn't lose face.
Aside from those Dōsan Hanyū, there are also real gamblers who would turn down money.
It was simply a case of a die-hard fan and a gambling addict, coupled with outrageous odds, that allowed his small shop to make a profit.
Although it's rare, he shamelessly claimed to have seen it twice.
But this was the first time he had ever seen someone so shameless, especially considering their size, voice, and above all, the extent of their shamelessness.
The shop manager spoke hesitantly, "Are you... Ōmaeda?"
"I don't know what nonsense you're spouting?" The fat pig in black shook his head.
"It really is you." The shop manager thought to himself, but his tone still carried a hint of surprise.
I was stunned; the store manager knew Ōmaeda.
Ōmaeda's reputation in the upscale district was absolutely terrible.
If selling secondhand underwear is profitable, he'd even sell his own used underwear.
The store manager had already set a very low bar for this shameless guy, but he never expected him to be this shameless.
He was a contestant himself, yet he placed a bet.
The bet still resulted in the other side winning.
"Huh? You can recognize me even from this?" Ōmaeda was furious. "Fine, two million, my sister as the beneficiary."
The store manager was completely baffled.
What kind of world is this?
The sunlight shone on Ōmaeda's face, making him look so pure and holy.
You're ruthless for risking your life to make money!
Ōmaeda looked dejected. He used to love it when his boss slacked off, like when Soi Fon was slacking off, he would jump higher than anyone else.
This time Acting Captain Dōsan slacked off, Ōmaeda was Ōmaeda.
Finally, he and Isane even hinted at the potential dangers of the battle, but these silly girls still didn't seem to care.
And there's Rangiku.
What a rip-off!
He was carrying a big wine jar and bragging to his female fans.
So far, out of the twelve ordinary contestants, two are still unable to use any of the more than thirty types of Kidō.
The shop owner was about to cry too, damn it, there was nothing he could do.
The Ōmaeda Clan was also a noble family for generations, and in terms of assets, they were among the top noble families.
Especially a hundred years ago, the Ōmaeda Clan sided with the Soul Reaper, and for generations, there have been strong members in the Gotei 13, Seated Officer or even vice-captains.
This minor nobleman is not someone you can afford to offend.
After seeing Ōmaeda, the store manager's face looked as ugly as if he had eaten fly droppings.
Normally, when something like this happens, that fat pig Ōmaeda would pounce on it like he smelled shit, but he wouldn't even get a sip of the soup from gambling.
This time, things finally took a turn for the better, but Ōmaeda has gone to such lengths to be shameless again.
Sigh, if only I could pay some money to get Jin'ya Young Master to fix the match.
With this bet, my family's assets could instantly rise to the top twenty in Seireitei.
Emotions are building up.
It was the day before the highly anticipated Kidō Exchange Meeting was about to begin.
The Seireitei Communications' midnight supplement reported a major event.
Kenpachi Zaraki, the captain of the 11th Division, was seriously injured and transported back to Soul Society.
This caused a huge uproar throughout the entire Soul Reaper community.
Unlike Aizen, Captain Aizen has a very good reputation and is a very gentle person.
Often, people subjectively equate gentleness with weakness.
For Soul Reaper, the Kenpachi is not something anyone can bear.
Fortunately, there is ample evidence to prove that Kenpachi Zaraki was not defeated; the two fought to a draw.
Tenzō Tenjō was also seriously injured and was rescued by a mysterious person.
Captains Soi Fon and Isshin Shiba are in pursuit.
The situation did not worsen, and Seireitei, and even the Central 46, were willing to endorse the captains and request Captain-Commander Yamamoto to send reinforcements.
But Yamamoto refused.
As the Captain-Commander of the Soul Reaper Division, Yamamoto was not entirely unable to refuse the orders of the Central 46, but every refusal would provoke the Central 46's anger and backlash.
The Kidō Exchange Meeting the following day provided the Central 46 with an opportunity to "rebound".
High-ranking officials, nobles, Soul Reaper, and those behind the scenes.
The competition from various parties has shrouded this Kidō Exchange Meeting, which already symbolized the dark side of Seireitei, in an even more blood-red veil.