Starting Today, I'll Be a Good, Law-Abiding Soul Reaper

"Sister Rangiku, eat more."

Dōsan prepared a full table of twelve dishes, showcasing his expertise in cooking.

With both cold and hot options, spicy and sweet flavors, it's a feast for both the eyes and the palate.

The food was one thing, after all, Rangiku Matsumoto wasn't a lazy person.

But before Rangiku, there were seven different jugs of sake, all brand new versions she had never seen before.

A subtle sweetness lingers amidst the various stimuli, a brewing technique completely different from most in Soul Society.

Is this something I can enjoy behind the captain's back?

Brewing is a delicate art that cannot be easily accomplished in a short time. Most of it is blended by Dōsan based on existing fine wines.

This money was even borrowed from his classmates, a debt that Dōsan had to swallow his pride and ask for.

Rangiku, with a chicken leg still dangling from her lips and the meat not yet swallowed, raised the sake bottle and took a swig. She had never eaten such a lavish meal in her life.

"Slow down, Sister Rangiku, drink more." Dōsan poured Rangiku a full glass, almost feeding her. "Also, do you have a lot of documents that haven't been approved yet? Please be sure to send them to me."

This panicked Rangiku. "What's going on?" she thought. "Maybe we should rest for a few days. I'll give the documents to that bastard, the captain."

"No, please give it to me. I feel uncomfortable if I don't approve a few documents a day."

I'm in love, I'm in love.

Such a good child, I would accept it if she called me Mom, let alone Auntie.

You're going to be the next captain of the Tenth Division, and nobody can stop me.

After a few drinks, Rangiku's cheeks flushed red, and her eyes became glazed.

Dōsan continued quietly pouring sake for Rangiku, his head bowed. "Sister Rangiku, if I did something to wrong you, would you forgive me?"

"Forgive me, forgive me."

Rangiku waved her hand dismissively, "Where can you find such a good younger brother? Even if you end up with Gin, I'll forgive you."

That's good.

He poured Rangiku another glass of sake, Dōsan felt a little better.

"I'm sorry, Rangiku- san, I'm sorry, Isshin- san, but I was forced into this situation. But please remember, even though I'm in the Second Division, my heart is still with you."

Rangiku alone in the dormitory Dōsan prepared to go to class.

As I left, I casually returned some leftovers to the Jinmao retriever who had lent me the money.

But after walking only a few steps, on a side path, a bald man carrying Zanpakuto and a middle-parted man holding a dressing mirror blocked Dōsan's way.

"Hey, you're really lucky," the bald man greeted him cheerfully.

The face was somewhat blurry, but Dōsan recognized the forehead that gleamed in the sunlight.

11th Division, Ikkaku Madarame.

Upon seeing the person before him, Dōsan felt an unnamed rage welling up inside him, burning fiercely.

Having reviewed so many documents, including several cases of Second Division members being beaten by 11th Division members.

The guy in front of me, named Ikkaku Madarame, even beat up Third Seat Ōmaeda.

Bah, what Third Seat Ōmaeda?

That was his superior officer, his brother with whom he shared a deep bond.

How could you bear to bully such a good subordinate of your captain?

My sense of justice is just so strong!

Dōsan's angry gaze startled the two people in the Ikkaku.

But.

Perfect.

"Stretch out, Hōzukimaru!" Ikkaku Zanpakuto merging into a spear. "Draw your sword, Dōsan Hanyū."

The captain personally selected his opponent, Ikkaku was excited all night long; he would never encounter such an opportunity in his entire life!

What happened next required Ikkaku lifetime of healing for Yijiao.

However, when faced with his request to fight, the white-browed brat opposite him gave a contemptuous smile, revealing an expression that made Ikkaku very uncomfortable.

"Draw a sword?" Dōsan raised his chin. "According to the joint law of the Thirteenth Division and the Central 46, drawing a sword at a colleague can be punished with seven days in prison and a maximum penalty of death."

That afternoon, after betraying the revolution, Dōsan returned to the staff dormitory.

Overnight, Dōsan memorized all the legal provisions and processed more than a hundred documents.

It was only then that Dōsan realized how stupid it was to be a guy who was always ready to fight.

Cultivation and such things are completely meaningless.

Um?

Ikkaku straightened up, leaning on Hōzukimaru.

He couldn't have imagined that, faced with his own challenge, he would say something like that.

Gongqin Yumichika to the side, was also stunned. "Now I think I know why the captain kindly let you have the opponent."

Ikkaku was taken aback by what he said at first, but he quickly realized that if he were to talk about the law, he wouldn't be the third-in-command of the gang.

Hōzukimaru pointed a finger at Dōsan's forehead, "Are you kidding me?"

"Go ahead and do it, I won't fight back."

Dōsan Hanyū stretched out his hand in a very straightforward manner, and angrily thrust his Ikkaku forward, saying, "I don't believe you'll willingly let me stab you to death."

However, to their Ikkaku, with this sudden movement, Dōsan ended up lying on the ground.

I didn't bump into him.

Ikkaku of the person was numb; for the first time, they felt that fighting was such a troublesome thing.

"Dōsan, what's wrong?"

Mitsui-san, the medical guard of Dōsan, was carrying a modified medical kit when he unexpectedly stumbled upon a murder scene the moment he met Dōsan.

"No, I didn't touch him!"

Seeing Dōsan's weak face, lacking even Ikkaku confidence, one wondered if he hadn't recovered from killing the Menos Grande yesterday.

Mitsui-san was on the verge of tears. If Dōsan Hanyū really died here, he would at least be stripped of his Spiritual Power and banished to Rukongai. Thinking of this, he no longer cared who the other party was.

"Dōsan is just a child. The murderer is Ikkaku Madarame. Stop your violence! I've already reported this to the adults in the First Division."

Ikkaku Hōzukimaru, Ikkaku was speechless, especially seeing that the other party had even used a first-aid Reishi compensator on Dōsan.

Could it be that just a moment ago, Hōzukimaru secretly intervened in Dōsan's affairs?

After all, Bankai, so it's normal for strange phenomena to occur.

"Ikkaku Madarame, you are suspected of assaulting and murdering a colleague. Lay down your weapon, or we will consider you a traitor to Soul Society."

A moment later, the First Division Soul Reaper stationed at the academy stood opposite Ikkaku and the other two.

Ever since the fireworks that blew up her students a couple of days ago, Vice Principal Ōuna has refused to let Kūkaku and the other student teach anymore.

That bald guy really has no taste.

These two sisters are renowned mentors who taught Dōsan Hanyū.

At that moment, two uninvited guests arrived at the dean's office.

Good morning, Ms. Kūkaku.

"What an unexpected and rare guest. You're still alive, Ichimonji."

The newcomers were none other than Tsunayashiro, the head of the Shin'ō Artificial Soul Noble Guard, and Ichimonji Tsunayashiro Gin Ichimaru, the vice-captain who had just been transferred from the Fifth Division.

Ichimonji surprisingly maintained considerable restraint towards Kūkaku, and took out a document from his pocket.

"I hope you'll sign it, in your capacity as the Dean of the Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts."

Kūkaku glanced at him briefly, her pupils widening in shock. "You really are a madman."

Immediately following, he stretched out both hands, ready to tear up the document.

"Kūkaku, don't you want to know who killed your father, the previous head of the Shiba Clan?"

"What did you say?" Ganju grabbed Ichimonji's collar.

Kūkaku, meanwhile, kept her head down, her whole body trembling as she clutched at the two corners of the document.

"Kūkaku, if you tear my documents to shreds, this secret will stay buried deep inside me."

"Sister." Ganju loosened his grip on Ichimonji's hand and turned to look anxiously at Kūkaku.

"Ganju, step back and leave this place." Kūkaku was like a volcano about to erupt.

"But, sister."

"Step back!"

Ganju his foot in anger, glared at Ichimonji, and then burst through the door with a "bang."

Kūkaku first sat back down in her seat, smoothing down the slightly crumpled documents with her hand. Leaning back in her chair, she stared intently at Ichimonji. "You bastard, do you want to overthrow the Seireitei?"

"It's not that serious." Ichimonji smiled confidently. "I'm just taking back what's rightfully ours, the Five Great Noble Clans."

Kūkaku signed her name at the bottom of the document, even though she knew how much of an impact it would have.

I hope you will take responsibility for your words.

"Of course, I swear in Tsunayashiro's name that everything I'm about to say is based on my own observations." Tsunayashiro smiled confidently. "I believe we were never enemies, and the murderer who killed your father was..."