Chapter 226

"Hmm, is there a problem?"

Abarai nonchalantly, "We're all Soul Reaper, so let's help each other out."

Endure it; this is merely the code of conduct for ordinary people. It's normal that I don't understand it. Endure it.

Byakuya Kuchiki regained his composure, glancing at Renji with a look of utter disdain. "Abarai, come with me."

"What's wrong, Captain?"

"I have a mission."

Abarai followed Byakuya Kuchiki eagerly. He had no objection to becoming the vice-captain for no apparent reason; in fact, he was quite excited.

Is this some kind of mistake? He's already the vice-captain; he's achieved his life goal. This is the pinnacle of his life.

Of course, I might be dreaming, in which case I should wake up later.

Abarai followed the captain with a cheerful smile, and then the captain disappeared in a flash.

Goodness, I feel like I've seen this scene before.

Tōshirō Hitsugaya, like a walking corpse, stamped the documents.

He was still wondering how things had turned out this way.

Let me sort this out.

I remember this morning when I woke up, Grandma made some delicious sushi, but he didn't eat any. He suddenly wanted to eat watermelon, so he cut it in half.

But as I was eating, I unexpectedly saw Dōsan Hanyū.

Yes, it's Dōsan Hanyū!

That bastard, just as much of a bastard as ever.

Running into him never ends well.

Tōshirō looked up. This annoying, big-breasted female Soul Reaper was already quite drunk. He tentatively asked, "Miss Rangiku, do you know Dōsan Hanyū? He's also Soul Reaper. He's the one who brought me here. If you have any other missions, please entrust them to him."

"Huh? Hiccup, stop shaking." Rangiku hiccuped, "Captain, you're my good captain, how can you shirk your responsibility?"

"I'm not your captain!"

"Huh? That won't do." Rangiku took a big gulp, then rummaged through the room, pulling out a stack of documents taller than Tōshirō. "Approve them all, and I'll admit you're not my captain."

Tōshirō:?

How the hell did I end up in a den of thieves?

"Hurry up, Captain Tōshirō, these are for today, there will be new ones tomorrow."

Rangiku, carrying a sake jug, lay down on the bed.

"Aizen, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, Captain-Commander Yamamoto."

Captain-Commander Yamamoto nodded. "Go down, Aizen."

"Yes."

Of the Thirteenth Divisions, Yamamoto had the highest opinion of Aizen. He was gentle and refined, and among the twelve captains, Aizen was the most reliable.

With two students, one lazy and the other seriously ill, he is now gradually turning his attention to other trustworthy people.

Unfortunately, without the strength of a top-tier captain, it's difficult to intimidate the Seireitei.

Even now, Aizen is still somewhat bewildered. How did things turn out like this?

As Soul Reaper could be described as omnipotent, Aizen roughly understood the current situation.

Parallel world.

However, Aizen's initial goal was not this kind of horizontal spatial leap, but rather a vertical change in time.

"Captain Aizen, this seems different from what you said."

... Gin Ichimaru, wearing the haori of the Third Division Captain, and Kaname Tōsen of the Ninth Division, reunited once again.

"The Law of Causality."

In response to Gin Ichimaru's words, which were half questioning and half teasing, Aizen offered this explanation.

"The Law of Causality interfered with the outcome, steering it in the direction most advantageous to Dōsan Hanyū."

I didn't understand it, but I got the gist of it.

In other words, Captain Aizen's latest scheme was half-destroyed, and the person who destroyed it was completely unaware, easily killing Aizen with a single sword.

This is his goal? How ridiculous.

"If this were the world, what would happen to Dōsan Hanyū?" Kaname Tōsen asked a crucial question.

"I haven't found any trace of Dōsan Hanyū in the Seireitei yet, so let's leave him for now. I need to deduce the course of this world's history."

"Hey, Captain Aizen, is it really important that we can go back now? That's what matters!"

"Gin!" Kaname Tōsen scolded softly.

Don't worry.

Aizen looked at the moon at the end of the sky, that radiant crescent moon, which seemed to transform into a Zanpakuto, a sword he both loved and feared— the Law of Causality.

Gin Ichimaru turned around and headed back to the Third Division's base.

He wasn't completely at peace; he still remembered Tachikawa Magaki's last words.

He might still be living in the illusion created by Aizen.

We must not be careless.

Are you alright?

Upon seeing Dōsan Hanyū again, Tatsuki Arisawa's expression was somewhat puzzled.

"Yes, I'm sorry to have dragged you into this."

"If you know that, go to bed early and save me some electricity."

Tatsuki followed Dōsan downstairs and saw Ishida Uryū Ishida from his class, Ichigo, and Orihime Inoue.

Lying on the bed with his back to the door, Tatsuki dug his nails into his palms. "Is that their world, Ichigo, Inoue?"

Tatsuki's voice trailed off, then he suddenly yelled and jumped up to Dōsan's door, "Hey!"

"What's wrong."

"I want to train! I want to fight alongside Ichigo and Inoue!"

Tatsuki Arisawa knelt before Dōsan.

"You can teach me!"

Dōsan looked at Tatsuki kneeling on the ground and seemed to think of something. "Hmm, although there's no problem, continuing today might disturb the peace."