Nice to Meet You, Tenzō Tenjō

Ichimonji chose to endure it. He had a huge mess to clean up. Despite Seventh Division's Komamura physique, Ichimonji looked down on Ichimonji spirit of his level.

"Silver, open the Senkaimon!"

Gin Ichimaru did as instructed, but after Ichimonji stepped into the Senkaimon, Gin waved his hand.

"I'm sorry, Captain Tsunayashiro, I have other things to attend to!"

Gin Ichimaru turned around and opened his beautiful eyes.

This time, he wasn't too worried about Ichimonji's attitude.

He sensed that Ichimonji Tsunayashiro's only target in this trip to the World of the Living was Dōsan Hanyū. Even if he wasn't tormented to death, he probably wouldn't have the energy to think about him.

He has more important things to do.

The real chance to kill Aizen.

Miroku.

Moonlight spilled over Ichimaru's silver hair, elongating his silhouette as he walked alone on the moonlit path.

Twelfth Division.

"Nemu, hurry up and pack the equipment you need to bring. Dōsan Hanyū is almost here in the World of the Living."

Nemure's voice was full of annoyance. They hadn't made any progress on the Jin'ya Tsunayashiro yet, and his own special brain slice was about to expire, so there was no progress either.

He was already very busy with work, but Dōsan Hanyū still went to the World of the Living.

Soi Fon, and that brainless bastard Isshin Shiba, why don't you just die?

"Hurry up, Nemu, bring the experimental materials 'Special Number One' and 'Special Number Two' as well."

"I'm so sorry, Lord Kurotsuchi!"

Did Sōsuke Aizen open the Senkaimon?

The paparazzi from the Ninth Division, Honrō Useki, was completely baffled. At this moment, and with the timing of opening the Senkaimon being so sudden, Honrō Useki couldn't figure out the reason for it.

"Was it because of that fleeting Spiritual Pressure just now?"

The Fifth Division Barracks were quite a distance from the Second Division's, so Honrō Useki's perception of them was very vague.

Even if Honrō Useki couldn't identify whose Spiritual Pressure it was, the direction was so obvious that it was someone who could attract Sōsuke Aizen's attention.

Aizen has disappeared from Seireitei.

Honrō Useki wanted to take action, but hesitated. Although he was confident in his strength, he was still worried that this was a test by Sōsuke Aizen.

"Wait a little longer." Honrō Useki restrained his temper, after all, the other party was a captain, and a captain who had committed heinous crimes and was plotting to seize the Soul Society.

Eighth Division.

"Hey, Little Nanao, if Old Man Yama looks for me, just tell him I went to Rukongai for drinks."

Shunsui Kyōraku waved his hand and stepped halfway into the Senkaimon.

Because of her performance at the previous Kidō Exchange Meeting —well, although she didn't really stand out— Nanao Ise officially became the acting vice-captain of the Eighth Division because of this incident. Considering her age, she is quite outstanding, much younger than the captains when they became vice-captains.

Thirteenth Division.

"Ahem, Kaien, while I'm away, you'll be in charge of the Thirteenth Division."

Ukitake coughed, his body swaying.

Vice-Captain Kaien glanced at him. "I came to the Thirteenth Division because of your kindness. If you weren't coming back, I should leave too."

Jūshirō Ukitake smiled weakly and stepped into the Senkaimon.

Ironically, Kenpachi Zaraki was the slowest to react.

After fighting Tenzō Tenzō Tenjō, lying in the 11th Division these days feels uncomfortable all over.

Just now, Dōsan Hanyū's Spiritual Pressure flashed by, making Kenpachi Zaraki feel like a wild beast that had caught the scent of its prey.

If it were the current Dōsan Hanyū, it would definitely be delicious enough!

With this in mind, Kenpachi Zaraki arrived at the Second Division barracks.

This time he didn't get lost?

But it's such a pity!

"Hey, Yachiru, how did we get into the World of the Living before?"

A group of Captain-level with no limit on their release have descended upon the World of the Living.

And just after they left, in the middle of the night, news came from the First Division.

A team leader meeting will be held tomorrow morning at 9:00 AM. If a team leader is unable to attend, a vice team leader will attend in their place.

This news sent a chill down the spines of many squad members.

Especially those squads where even the vice-captain can't attend.

Is this the World of the Living?

Dōsan Hanyū took a deep breath; this was a completely different concept from Soul Society.

Dōsan wasn't satisfied with just inhaling; he even reached out and grabbed at the air.

How interesting!

"Speaking of which, this is Acting Captain Hanyū's first time in the World of the Living."

The sound of Iba, startling Dōsan Hanyū again. He almost forgot that there was someone next to him.

Well, not almost.

The Iba was hurt by Dōsan Hanyū's subconscious protection, and her eyelids twitched, but she still managed to exchange pleasantries to ease the unpleasant atmosphere between them. "Actually, at the Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts, third-year students have the opportunity to perform some simple tasks in the World of the Living, while sixth-year students must know how to perform Konsō, sending real-world souls to the Soul Society."

Dōsan nodded. He knew about it, but unfortunately, he hadn't experienced it himself.

"Murashita, I'll go and meet up with Captain Soi Fon!"

"Okay." Murashita didn't hesitate and walked ahead, pointing the way.

The three of them traversed between buildings in Shunpo, taking a full half hour before Dōsan Hanyū finally stopped. (This world probably wasn't as developed as it is now; please don't imagine it as Japan, but rather another world.)

Since the leader wasn't moving, the other two naturally couldn't act on their own.

"Lieutenant Hanyū, what's wrong?" Ittōbō Murashita hadn't personally experienced how terrifying Dōsan Hanyū was, so his address wasn't as flattering as the others.

"Captain Soi Fon isn't in this direction."

Not in this direction?

Murashita muttered a couple of things, then his expression changed drastically in an instant!

This is where Captain Soi Fon hid before. If Captain Soi Fon isn't here, then the enemy must have caught up with us!

Damn it!

Ichidōbō Murashita suddenly became anxious, his Spiritual Pressure erupting as he sensed the Reiryaku belonging to Captain Soi Fon.

"But."

Dōsan's frown and another sound brought a strange sense of relief to the two of them, and the Murashita was no longer as anxious as before.

"However, it seems we no longer need to search." Dōsan's brows relaxed; he could already sense that Soi Fon was unharmed.

A figure stepped across the moonlit bridge and slowly approached the three of them.

"You're Dōsan Hanyū?"

The Spiritual Pressure was unfamiliar, but its intensity was undoubtedly Captain-level.

Upon seeing this person, the Ittōbō Murashita's expression changed drastically.

The greatest villain Tenzō Tenjō.