I Feel Like Something's Wrong, but I'm Not Saying Anything

"Gurgle."

With his red hair and shinigami uniform, Renji Abarai, who looked inexplicably much more mature, was now somewhat restless.

"Rukia Kuchiki illegally transmitted Spiritual Pressure to a human. Byakuya Kuchiki, Rukia Kuchiki, and that human, you, the Sixth Division, are to deal with them."

Captain-Commander Yamamoto tapped his wooden cane. Normally, such a trivial matter wouldn't need to go through him, but the Central 46 Chambers inexplicably intervened.

Perhaps it's another covert clash between the Central 46 and the Five Great Noble Clans, or perhaps a conflict between the Tsunayashiro Clan and the Kuchiki Clan?

Whatever the reason, Yamamoto chose to follow his own will at this point.

"Yes."

Byakuya Kuchiki nodded in agreement in the First Division Barracks, while Abarai knelt at the door.

This is bad, this is bad.

Those must be the Captain-Commander and Captain Kuchiki of the Sixth Division!

What's going on? Wearing a black Shinigami outfit, am I turning into Soul Reaper?!

And Rukia, what will Captain Kuchiki do to Rukia?

Where are you Lord Hanyū?

Although he didn't know what had happened, Renji Abarai could still sense that something had gone wrong. At that moment, he lowered his head, like a sinner in repentance.

Byakuya Kuchiki followed closely behind, slowing his pace as he passed Abarai, taking three steps forward.

Abarai even further, and Byakuya Kuchiki took three more steps. "Abarai, get up and follow me."

"Yes." Abarai replied with his head down, afraid that Captain Kuchiki would notice something amiss.

"Whoosh."

At this time, Byakuya Kuchiki, with his superb talent, was already among the best in basic skills among the captains, and his Shunpo was among the best in the Gotei 13.

Abarai only heard the sound of wind breaking, and then Byakuya Kuchiki disappeared, leaving Abarai alone, bewildered in the wind.

'I've only had two lessons on Shunpo?'

"Excuse me, are you alright? Are you a member of the performing arts club?"

The blonde woman, Orihime Inoue, pulled up Dōsan.

A short-haired, androgynous beauty stepped forward and put her arm around Orihime's shoulder. "Hey, handsome, let me make this clear first, my Orihime doesn't like your type."

"Hello, my name is Dōsan Hanyū."

"Hello, my name is Tatsuki Arisawa."

Dōsan was still investigating the changes in his body, as well as the faint causal relationship between him and Orihime.

Losing Spiritual Pressure and being unable to unleash the Kidō is an unacceptable disaster for any Soul Reaper.

Dōsan was also quite apprehensive, and this World of the Living was clearly World of the Living from his own.

"Excuse me, where is this place?"

Orihime Inoue and Tatsuki Arisawa exchanged glances, then Orihime's eyes gleamed, "Amnesia, the legendary amnesia..."

"Idiot." Tatsuki tapped Orihime on the head. "How can you say you have amnesia when you still remember your own name Mr. Hanyū?"

Orihime poked her cheek with her index finger. "Mr. Hanyū, do you not remember your family members' names?"

"I have no family," Dōsan answered directly. Seeing the two of them bowing their heads and apologizing, Dōsan thought of Kūkaku, Ganju, Rangiku, Isshin, and also Soi Fon and Maruko, and then contradicted himself, "No, I have family."

Tatsuki covered his mouth with his hand and whispered to Orihime beside him, "He's gone mad, completely mad."

"I heard you."

"It may be presumptuous of me, but Miss Orihime, would you please take me in?"

It's not just presumptuous of me, it's extremely presumptuous.

He had enemies everywhere. Although he had lost his Spiritual Pressure, his soul essence remained unchanged. He was like a bowl of meat soup with a faint aroma, and Xu had an instinctive desire for him.

In addition, there were his old friends in Hueco Mundo who wished they could just stew him alive, and there were also quite a few people in Seireitei who wanted him dead.

Right now, Dōsan has absolutely no idea what's going on.

However, there is one thing: both of these people in front of me have karmic connections with me, especially Orihime Inoue. The karmic connection between her and me is second only to Kūkaku, Soi Fon, Ganju.

To be honest, Dōsan even had the idea that she was his unseen younger sister.

There was no other way; in such a difficult time, this thread of cause and effect was Dōsan's lifeline.

"Huh? Why should we pay attention to you?" Tatsuki's eyes grew increasingly hostile.

"Because I feel I should get to know you all, especially Orihime- san."

"Okay, fine."

Orihime's bewildered expression showed that she clearly didn't understand, but Orihime agreed very readily.

"Huh?" Tatsuki punched Orihime again. "Hey, do you even know who he is?"

Orihime covered her forehead. "Because Mr. Hanyū needs help, and I feel that Mr. Hanyū isn't a bad person."

"Ha?"

Tatsuki was a little confused; what kind of logic was this?

However, what Dōsan found interesting was that, under these circumstances, the two girls did not even consider going out to find the sheriff or the police.

"I'm scared of you." Tatsuki his hand. "Hey, Dōsan Hanyū, we're willing to help you until you regain your memories, but you can't live at Orihime's house. You have no choice but to come home with me!"

"Huh? Why?" Orihime curiously.

"There's no reason why!"

This girl and I also have a karmic connection, but it's very, very thin. What does that mean?

Because he rarely uses causal relationships to trace connections, Dōsan really couldn't figure it out. Could it be that Tatsuki is a relative of one of his good friends?

Dōsan suppressed these thoughts and did not voice them.

Why did Tatsuki invite Mr. Hanyū?

Does Tatsuki like Mr. Hanyū?

Orihime admired her own keen insight. She lightly tapped her palm with her left fist, then used her long legs like crab legs to create distance between herself and the two of them. She then stood at a distance and waved to them.

"Tatsuki, I have something to attend to. You should all go back together."

Dōsan was still a little confused, but Tatsuki already knew what her friend was thinking. She raised her slender, pink fist, her forehead creased with a grid pattern, and exclaimed, "That idiot!"

"Alright, come with me." The voice wasn't particularly resistant, but it certainly wasn't very friendly.

Dōsan watched Tatsuki's retreating figure, he inexplicably thought of how, more than thirty years ago, Rangiku had taken him to the Shiba Clan, and from then on, he was like a duckweed that had finally found a place to take root.

With a soft chuckle, Tatsuki turned his head as if he had sensed something.

"That idiot Orihime is so kind, so incredibly kind. I don't know what your intentions are towards her, but I advise you to give up, or else... Peng!"

Tatsuki slammed into a nearby lamppost, causing the metal lamppost to shake and the light bulb on it to flicker and then light up.

"You're telling me this is a human?"

Most of our knowledge about humanity comes from the records in Soul Society, so seeing Tatsuki's performance Dōsan somewhat bewildered.

First of all, Tatsuki is definitely human, although not an ordinary human, but still a member of the human species.

Could humans really achieve this?

There are no corresponding records of the Seireitei.

This world is likely quite drastically different from the world of Soul Reaper that Dōsan had in mind!

"Um, you haven't answered my question yet. May I ask where we are?"

"Ha, didn't I tell you before?" Tatsuki slung his backpack over his shoulder and turned around. "This is Karakura Town!"