The Upcoming Trip to Soul Society

"Captain Hitsugaya and Vice-Captain Sasakibe request an audience."

Outside the door, a Soul Reaper from the Tenth Division knelt on one knee and reported to Tōshirō was lying face down on a document.

Actually, there's no need for another person to report this beforehand. After all, Chōjirō Sasakibe is a man of status, so nothing unexpected will happen.

However, this was arranged in advance by Rangiku Matsumoto, the vice-captain of the Tenth Division, under the pretext of not interfering with Captain Hitsugaya's work.

Hitsugaya sat at his desk, listlessly reviewing documents, replying without looking up, "No."

Not see?

Outside, the Vice-Captain Sasakibe represents the Captain-Commander's reputation; can he just disappear like that?

The Tenth Division Soul Reaper's face stiffened, but he still replied with a single word, "Yes."

"Damn it!" It was a coincidence that Rangiku Matsumoto, who had just sobered up a bit, heard about such a big thing and immediately did a pull-up. "I have to see you, Vice-Captain Sasakibe."

"Oh, then see you there." Hitsugaya put down his pen.

The members of the Tenth Division took their leave, leaving only the two people in the room.

Matsumoto seemed to have poured all the alcohol into his chest, swaying unsteadily as if he were about to fall off, making those around him want to support him.

Given the current environment,

"I'm telling you, don't give yourself away. If the Vice-Captain Sasakibe finds out, you'll be in trouble..."

Rangiku makes a neck-cutting outfit by hand

Tōshirō, with a bitter face, didn't want to say anything. He took two steps, then turned back inexplicably. "You knew all along that I wasn't your Captain Hitsugaya, right?"

Rangiku paused, but her chest still jerked from the momentum, then she covered her forehead. "Hey, Yu, I drank too much, my head hurts. What are you saying? I don't understand."

Chōjirō Sasakibe waited outside the barracks. Despite being a senior member of the Soul Reaper circle, he showed no impatience.

"Vice-Captain Sasakibe, would you like a drink?"

Rangiku, having somehow picked up a sake jar again, staggered over to the Vice-Captain Sasakibe.

Sasakibe frowned, his eyes revealing obvious disdain.

"During the campaign against the traitor Rukia Kuchiki, the Sixth Division Lieutenant Renji Abarai was captured by the Soul Reaper Ichigo Kurosaki. The Captain-Commander ordered the Tenth Division Captain Tōshirō Hitsugaya and the Tenth Division Lieutenant Rangiku Matsumoto to be responsible for the rescue."

"Belch."

Rangiku Matsumoto hiccuped, but her light silver eyes were already darting around furtively. She definitely couldn't agree; the Tenth Division was in such a state, did she expect her to work overtime?

We need to find a way to get it over there.

"Okay, I understand." Hitsugaya nodded, since he didn't need to go anyway.

"Huh? Huh? Huh?"

Back at the barracks, Hitsugaya smugly organized some documents, Rangiku kept exclaiming in surprise beside him.

What to do? Having the current captain is a burden, but if we don't bring him along, what if something goes wrong?

Most importantly, how can I work overtime all by myself?

Well!

It's all for the Soul Society.

"Ichigo and the others are going to Soul Society."

Tatsuki Arisawa threw a straight punch, the Spiritual Pressure carried by the punch causing a whooshing sound in the air.

"That's too early for you."

Dōsan shook his head.

Tatsuki's talent is too poor. It has been more than a month since he first started cultivating, but Tatsuki has only barely reached the threshold of becoming Seated Officer.

What do you mean a month is short?

Sorry, Dōsan's own strength has never been lower than that of Captain-level, so it's difficult for him to distinguish between them.

"But I want to help Inoue, to help Ichigo."

Tatsuki unleashed a powerful punch, piercing the sandbag. She lowered her head, her voice resolute, "I want to do something!"

"Dōsan, do you have any quick methods?"

What is the point of fighting?

Although he still didn't quite understand.

"A combination of Kidō and Hakuda, but learning this skill carries some risk for you. Your Kidō are not yet proficient, and your spirit is too fragile; it might be a little dangerous."

"I'm willing to learn."

"Um, is Rukia in danger?" The red-haired Renji Abarai raised his hand very humbly.

Back then, he was knocked to the ground by Ichigo —no, by Tatsuki —and couldn't return to Soul Society, so Dōsan took him to Tatsuki's house.

"It's all your fault!" Tatsuki kicked Abarai hard.

"Yes, strictly speaking, transferring Spiritual Pressure to a human is a death sentence."

As the great sage of the Central 46, Dōsan was naturally well-versed in the laws.

"Death penalty!"

Dōsan nodded, but he had something else to say.

For an ordinary Soul Reaper, it would indeed be a death sentence.

But in this world, Rukia's surname is Kuchiki, and it seems nothing much has happened to her.

Seeing Renji's agitation, Dōsan pressed down on his shoulder with his wooden sword. "Don't get too excited. What you need to do now is master the Zankensōki and Oni Walk, not cause trouble."

Renji's talent was already quite good, and with his innate near- Captain-level Spiritual Pressure, the time was simply too short for him.

The Dōsan and Renji Tatsuki' Shunkō of discussing how to communicate with Zanpakuto is somewhat short-sighted and focused on quick results.

After explaining everything, Dōsan left the room and went to what could be called a general store.

This kind of remote shop looks like it won't have any business for ten days or half a month.

The goods sold probably won't even cover the cost of utilities.

"Welcome, sir. What would you like to buy?"

The middle-aged man wearing a green hat hid his smile with a folding fan; he practically had the words "womanizer" written all over his face.

Kisuke Urahara.

Dōsan didn't reveal his identity, but simply replied, "I'm looking for someone."

"I don't get many customers here. Come on, take a look at this bottle of cola, it's only 100 yen!"

Dōsan took it, then turned the bottle around. "It's expired, and it's been expired for three months."

"Business is getting harder and harder these days. How about I give you a 50% discount, sir?"

What do I need an expired bottle of soda for?

I've come to find Ichigo Kurosaki.

"Ichigo Kurosaki." Kisuke Urahara raised his folding fan again, but the smile was gone from his eyes; instead, there was a faint chill. "Mr. Hanyū, you're not Soul Reaper, are you? How did you find this place?"

"Intuition."

"Intuition?"

Kisuke Urahara himself, wondering if Dōsan Hanyū's words had any other meaning.

"That's really strange. If Hanyū-kun isn't Soul Reaper, there's no reason he would have found this place. And if Hanyū-kun isn't human, he wouldn't have checked the cola's expiration date."

Kisuke Urahara gripped his cane tightly. "Alright, but there's one more thing I need to confirm. Dōsan Hanyū, you're not our enemy, are you?"

"I have no intention of being your enemy, and of course, I don't want to get involved in your past grievances. I'm only here to see Ichigo Kurosaki."

Ichigo Kurosaki.

Urahara asked in a deep voice, as Kurosaki's condition and safety were of utmost importance to him. But then Kisuke Urahara shouted in a very unserious tone, as if calling his son out for dinner.

"Kurosaki-kun, someone's looking for you!"