Captain Soi Fon, He's the Criminal Suspect

Dōsan Hanyū stood here, waiting for the arrival of the Sixth Division's Soul Reaper.

Moments later, a team of Soul Reapers arrived at the scene and immediately noticed the mess around them, as well as Dōsan Hanyū standing to one side and Honrō Useki lying on the ground.

"Mr. Hanyū, why are you here?"

After a moment's hesitation, the Seated Officer remained respectful, after all, this was Dōsan Hanyū, who was still able to live comfortably after offending the Tsunayashiro Clan, and was also a top-tier Captain-level fighter.

Normally, it's one thing to give the Tsunayashiro Clan face if you have the guts. But when the situation is unclear, you should still give them face.

Only someone who is Soul Reaper can truly understand how valuable the title of Dōsan Hanyū really is.

"It's an invitation from Lieutenant Kuchiki..."

Byakuya had a small face, Dōsan Hanyū couldn't say that he was training with Byakuya, and just gave that vague answer.

Upon hearing this, the Soul Reaper Seated Officer opposite him instinctively tightened his grip on his knife.

Given Lieutenant Kuchiki's personality, it's unlikely he would meet with a man at this time, especially a prisoner who has been severely punished.

Impossible.

Although somewhat intimidated by Dōsan Hanyū's strength, the Seated Officer still bravely stepped forward. "Mr. Dōsan Hanyū, according to the Thirteenth Division's regulations, on behalf of the Sixth Division, I have determined that you are a prime suspect in a major crime. Please accept our imprisonment."

Dōsan Hanyū glanced at them, and that one glance was enough to startle the entire team of Grim Soul Reapers. The hands gripping the hilts of their swords almost slipped, and the eyes of the two Grim Soul Reapers standing behind their Seated Officer also changed.

'Boss, why did you provoke him? We're all just making a fixed salary, is it really necessary to work this hard?'

That's Jin'ya Tsunayashiro dared to kill, what more could you possibly have?

As for Dōsan Hanyū, he was quite amused. Although the other party had made a relatively correct decision under these circumstances, it was ridiculous that they were talking to him about "management regulations."

Dōsan Hanyū's lips moved, but before he could speak, he was interrupted again.

The Seated Officer, with a serious expression, said in a solemn tone, "Former Captain Hanyū, I think you, as a Soul Reaper, should be able to understand."

The Seated Officer's voice grew softer and softer, and by the end, he even cautiously glanced at Dōsan Hanyū's expression.

Seeing that Dōsan Hanyū still looked harmless, just like Soul Reaper Shinigami who had just joined the team, it was said that Dōsan Hanyū had also taken down Jin'ya Tsunayashiro with this expression.

"According to the Thirteenth Division's regulations, for crimes committed by Seated Officer-level, without an arrest warrant issued by a direct deputy captain or higher, you have no authority to take action."

Although his current position is a fourth-year kendo instructor at the Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts, his rank is equivalent to that of Seated Officer in the Thirteenth Division.

Is this clause available?

I don't know, but it doesn't seem fake.

Looking at Dōsan Hanyū again, I knew this had to be real. If it wasn't, they would all die here.

"Oh, my direct superior is the Dean of the Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts, Kūkaku Shiba."

Shiba...

The Seated Officer's face turned black; you're practically in cahoots with the Shiba Clan.

What, are you going to arrest yourself?

Letting Dōsan Hanyū go now is fine, but they'll be in big trouble.

Lieutenant Kuchiki, just by looking at his face you can tell he's not someone to be trifled with, and in fact he is.

Of course, they were also nobles. If Dōsan Hanyū was not the murderer, their release of the person was not a capital offense, but it was almost the same as being dead.

Being expelled from the Sixth Division is the lightest punishment.

As a nobleman, being forced to leave the Sixth Division and return home is, in a way, almost the same as being dead.

If they really let the murderer go, then needless to say, Lieutenant Kuchiki's blade will show absolutely no mercy.

Therefore, none of the Five Great Noble Clans were easy to get along with.

Back then, when Lieutenant Ichimonji Tsunayashiro, he didn't treat you like a human being. You could do whatever you wanted. He treated you like a piece of dog shit, and deep down, he considered you a piece of dog shit from head to toe.

Lieutenant Byakuya Kuchiki treats you like a human being. If you make even the slightest mistake that would dishonor your noble status or your identity as Soul Reaper, you will be severely punished.

Now, the only path facing this group of people is death, either way.

Nobility is their root; they cannot simply have their noble status revoked by Lieutenant Kuchiki.

Either way, it's certain death.

"If there's nothing else, I'll head back to the academy."

Previously, Dōsan Hanyū had not resisted and accepted Captain-Commander Yamamoto 'Dōsan Hanyū confinement because he had indeed made a mistake.

He was instructed not to go into the World of the Living, but Dōsan Hanyū disobeyed, resulting in a three-month confinement with pay.

Therefore, Dōsan Hanyū.

This rule is a pattern that leads from cause to effect.

But now.

Dōsan Hanyū has done nothing wrong. If anyone tries to coerce him now, then...

"Lieutenant Hanyū, please wait." Seated Officer still forced himself to say these words.

With a sudden turn, Dōsan Hanyū's eyes went completely black. The killing intent emanating from him was even more terrifying to these little Soul Reapers than that of Captain-level. They felt as if they were suffocating.

I don't want to say it a second time.

"Thump."

Unable to withstand the immense pressure, the leading Seated Officer's legs swayed like a perpetual motion pendulum, and he suddenly knelt on the ground, the knife in his hand falling to the ground with a "crack".

Their vision blurred, and they felt as if they were being slowly tortured on a gallows.

What are you doing?

A clear, sharp voice roared from afar. Dōsan had sensed it beforehand, and the blackness in his pupils had faded.

Just as the Soul Reapers staggered to their feet, a gust of wind blew by, slicing their wrists open, revealing a dark Hōmonka at the cut.

"Private duels are strictly prohibited within the Seireitei! Don't you know that?" Soi Fon appeared in a flash, seemingly from an unknown distance, right next to Dōsan Hanyū.

The Seated Officer clutched his wrist; although the attack hadn't been neutralized, he still needed to be treated at the Fourth Division.

And...

The Soul Reaper of the Sixth Division glanced at Dōsan Hanyū, then their gazes fell on Soi Fon.

I understand the logic; we are the victims, Dōsan Hanyū is the suspect. Why did you give each of us a knife?