What Kind of Ragtag Outfit Is Central 46?

No Menos Grande descended.

Ichigo Kurosaki and Uryū Ishida turned this into their own personal showcase.

"I killed at least three thousand Hollows," Ichigo Kurosaki gasped for breath.

"Hmm, for Soul Reaper like Kurosaki-kun, that's quite impressive." Ishida, slightly disheveled, adjusted his glasses. "I have 3,500 Hollows."

"Huh? You must be talking nonsense. Then I have four thousand heads!"

"I have four thousand five!"

"I have five thousand."

The two women's foreheads touched, Orihime Inoue nearby, didn't know what to say.

"Ichigo Kurosaki killed 353 Hollows, Uryū Ishida killed 385 Hollows."

As the Hollows' mortal enemies, the Quincy are clearly more efficient.

"Ha?"

Ichigo Kurosaki couldn't pretend he hadn't heard this. He went to Dōsan's side, narrowed his eyes, and stared at the calm Dōsan.

"How is that possible?"

"Nothing is impossible." Ishida adjusted his glasses with Ichigo Kurosaki aside. "You have no Spiritual Pressure at all. Are you human? No, that's not right."

Ishida sensed something inexplicably, smacked his lips, and still couldn't quite understand. "Not Soul Reaper, but not purely human either, like a substitute Soul Reaper like Kurosaki-kun?"

But why is there no Spiritual Pressure?

"Hey, Ishida, what are you saying?" Kurosaki didn't quite understand. After all, he had invested all his points in combat power, and he was also a bit hungry after the fight, so it was normal that he didn't understand.

"Should I be considered the Soul Reaper?"

"Hey, Hanyū-kun, are you Soul Reaper too?" Orihime Inoue curiously.

It doesn't seem like it.

Uryū Ishida's mind raced, and he didn't let his guard down at all. "So, Mr. Hanyū, which division are you in?"

"Squad?" Ichigo Kurosaki asked, puzzled.

In this area of basic knowledge, he is far inferior to Uryū Ishida.

Which squad am I in?

"I used to work in the Second Division, and later I joined the Central 46 Chambers."

Ishida knew about the Second Division, but he didn't know what their main responsibilities were.

As for the Central 46 Chambers, he had never even heard of it; was it some ragtag unit?

Even now, Uryū Ishida still doesn't believe the seemingly harmless white-browed boy in front of him.

"Oh, you're Soul Reaper too, so you know... sob sob."

Ichigo Kurosaki struggled, but Uryū Ishida covered his mouth with a kiss. "It's alright, Mr. Hanyū. Do you have a place to stay?"

"Hanyū-kun, if you don't have a place to stay, you can stay at my place temporarily." M.

Inoue has absolutely no sense of crisis!

Although Ishida didn't want such a strange and dangerous person to live in his house, it seemed there was no other way.

By the way, why didn't Chad up?

"No, no need. I'm staying at Tatsuki Arisawa's place."

Oh, Arisawa-kun, that's safe, no problem.

Ishida was relieved, but Inoue looked at Dōsan with an ambiguous and eager gaze.

The two groups parted ways.

"Hey, Ishida, why didn't you let me say it?!"

"Idiot." Ishida sighed. "Haven't you realized? Kuchiki doesn't want to be discovered by the other Soul Reaper right now."

"Yes, really?" Ichigo scratched his head. "Actually, I noticed today that Rukia seems a little off."

Something's not right, something's really not right.

Rukia, wearing white pajamas, gently slid open the closet door.

What's going on here?

What am I compared to this?

The legendary imprisoned girl?

I inexplicably found myself in a strange World of the Living with some inexplicable important person, and several other inexplicable people were also by my side?

Renji, where are you?

No, I have to save myself.

Wearing a white nightgown, Rukia tiptoed and slid open the window. Looking at the second floor and feeling the emptiness of her Spiritual Pressure, she decided to go through the front door instead.

It's getting late; there shouldn't be anyone outside now.

I tiptoed down the stairs and around the corner I encountered a sleazy-looking middle-aged man standing in front of the refrigerator, with a slice of bread hanging from it.

The lecherous old man first glanced at Rukia, then looked up at Ichigo's brightly lit room, before turning his head to look at the refrigerator.

Can't he see me?

Rukia continued walking out, and just as she was about to leave, she saw an orange-haired boy, the devil who imprisoned her and satisfied his perverted desires.

The demon was startled when he saw Rukia, then, taking advantage of his father's inattention, grabbed Rukia and ran upstairs.

Watching Ichigo Kurosaki figure, the father leaned on the refrigerator, covering his face and weeping. He just wanted to go to the grave and tell his wife that their son had grown up.

With a bang, the door slammed shut, and Ishida and Inoue were already inside.

Rukia knelt on the ground, her eyes darting out at the three "fierce-looking demons."

"Rukia, you know about the Second Division, right?" Ishida asked.

"I know, they are the Punishment Force of the Soul Reaper, and also one of the most powerful divisions in the Gotei 13." That Rukia knew.

That's pretty much true. After years of training by Dōsan Hanyū and Soi Fon, the Second Division is known as the most capable team, and that's not wrong.

There are differences between the Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts and the Gotei 13, and these students are unaware of some inside information, especially Rukia, who is a new student who just enrolled.

"What about the Central 46 Chambers?"

Central 46 Chambers?

Never heard of it.

"They're probably some ragtag troops from Seireitei."

If you're from a noble family, you've definitely heard of the Central 46), and most students have heard people around them mention it, but Rukia is the exception.

She was quite withdrawn at the college.

Really.

The three nodded. So, Dōsan was just a ragtag member who had fallen from the Second Division?

"Can you let me see him?"

Even though he's in a ragtag unit now, he should at least be part of the Soul Reaper organization, right? Could you please ask him to save me? This place is just too dangerous.

"No!" Orihime Inoue said seriously, "Hanyū-kun, he might be here to arrest you. He's a bad guy!"

Although Inoue spoke with great conviction, she didn't seem very reliable. Perhaps the balloons were too big to be convincing?

Moreover, is there anyone worse than this young female prisoner?

Renji Abarai walked through the territory of the Thirteenth Division. Although he had no idea what was going on, he inexplicably felt that the situation was not bad.

"Good evening, Lieutenant Abarai!" A Soul Reaper dressed in a Shinigami uniform bowed at a sixty-degree angle to greet him.

Hello, hello.

"Mr. Abarai, you've worked hard!"

"You've worked so hard, you've worked so hard."

"Abarai, what are you doing?"

"You..."

Abarai heard a voice as cold as ice, his smile vanished, and he looked up to see a face as cold as ice.

"I'm on patrol, Captain, I'm inspecting the defenses."

Having been flattered for so long, Abarai roughly understood his own identity. At this moment, he was quite quick-witted and found an excuse.

Byakuya Kuchiki glanced at him sideways, his right eyelid twitching incessantly. "This is the Eighth Division's defense zone!"