The Shiba Clan's Miroku

"Ikkaku Madarame, it's you again!"

Genshirō Okikiba, the Third Seat of the First Division, led his team to meet their comrade.

"Listen to my explanation, I didn't even touch him."

Ikkaku spread his hands out to the crowd, but most of them shook their heads, not believing him at all.

He can no longer be described as having a criminal record; he has been on a path of crime all along.

Dōsan had already been helped up, and he was still defending Ikkaku, saying, "Ikkaku Third Seat really didn't lay a hand on me."

Call...

Although he was a bit cunning, this kid was still a man, Ikkaku inexplicably took a deep breath.

The main issue is that after playing the Soul Reaper for so many years, this is the first time he's played a positive character, the one being bullied.

"However, according to the Thirteenth Division's legal code, carrying Zanpakuto during peacetime is a violation, and violators should be confined for at least seven days."

With a serious expression, Okikiba's lips twitched. He adjusted his Zanpakuto, his voice lacking confidence, and asked, "What explanation do you two have?"

"We are currently on a mission to subdue Menos Grande."

Yumichika sweating profusely, bowing his head. Troublesome, so very troublesome.

Ikkaku quickly nodded in agreement.

"Oh?"

In the Ikkaku of their line of sight, Dōsan Hanyū revealed a devilish smile.

"Then, may I ask, why did you release your Zanpakuto to me? Am I some Menos Grande?"

It's over.

Fearless of heaven and earth, only afraid of not having Ikkaku of the frame, he was now drawn into the rhythm of Dōsan.

"You two, put away your Zanpakuto right now!" the senior Genshirō Okikiba scolded.

"Alright, alright, I'm really scared of you guys."

With a wave Ikkaku their hands, the two people turned their heads and prepared to leave.

Seriously? Nobody really thinks that the 11th Division, these thugs, are law-abiding Soul Reaper. If we're talking about crimes, their captain Kenpachi Zaraki, should have been executed long ago.

The fact that he could make Ikkaku abandon the mission assigned by the captain is enough for Dōsan to brag about for a while.

Facing the Ikkaku where he was about to leave, Dōsan uttered a whisper like a demon, "Ikkaku, Third Seats, you don't want your secret to get out, do you?"

He couldn't put Ikkaku raised foot down; of course he knew what it was.

Bankai.

Who the hell told him that?

"You bastard, what exactly do you want?" Ikkaku swore I had never hated anyone so much.

He now wished he could unleash his Zanpakuto, shave the white-browed brat's head, and then shave off his eyebrows.

"Failure to report for duty on time after the mission, coupled with the act of releasing Zanpakuto to a colleague—such crimes warrant at least seven days of imprisonment, sir of the First Division."

"That's right." Genshirō Okikiba with a serious expression, leading the First Division soldiers to handcuff Ikkaku Madarame.

"I am innocent! I am wronged! Believe me! Believe me!"

Almost every day, he teeters on the Ikkaku Madarame of crime, walking the line between legality and illegality, passing through a field of women without getting a single petal on him.

Unexpectedly, my first mistake was made by such a kid.

"Dōsan Hanyū, you just wait and see, I'll be back!"

Before leaving, Yumichika glanced at Dōsan with apprehension.

Watching the grand spectacle end, Dōsan Hanyū clenched his fists in disbelief.

This is the power of knowledge; this is the power of law.

Yesterday, I began studying legal provisions with a guilty conscience, but after just one night, Dōsan felt my wisdom had increased exponentially.

Similar to the past two days, Dōsan led Mitsui-san into the classroom, where a kendo lesson was being taught.

"Ahem, someone seems to owe me five thousand rings, a full five thousand rings, hehehe, hiccup."

There was no other way. Yesterday, in order to prepare food and wine for Rangiku, I borrowed money from my classmates. Sōji Sanjō wasn't around at the time, Hikaru was just as poor as me. Only the kind-hearted Rizukihime was willing to lend him money.

Dōsan gently tapped Rizukihime's back and handed her the packed lunchbox.

"What's this? A love-filled bento box?"

Love-filled bento boxes?

It seems to mean the same thing as leftovers.

Dōsan nodded.

Rizukihime's face flushed instantly. "Idiot, you can't just make a love-filled bento for anyone!"

Moreover, you think a simple homemade bento box can ease the tension between us?

Rizukihime opened the lunchbox with disdain. "I'd like to see what kind of stuff you can actually make."

If it tastes really bad, I'll definitely laugh at you loudly.

No, it's not bad, I'll still laugh at you.

"Gin, this is our army of Artificial Soul. With the Shiba Clan's letter of approval, our plan can now proceed to its first step."

Seireitei, the Sixth District of the nobility.

The newly appointed captain of the Shin'ō Artificial Soul Noble Guard, Ichimonji Tsunayashiro, is showing Gin Ichimaru, who has just been transferred from the Fifth Division, around his experimental base.

Inside rows of glass containers filled with a clear green liquid, a group of naked female experimental subjects were being cultivated.

Silver stopped squinting, his silver pupils widening as he chuckled softly, "What a twisted sense of humor, Captain Tsunayashiro."

"It's just that with current technology, female Artificial Souls can better guarantee the stability of the spirit body."

Although Ichimonji Tsunayashiro looks down on everyone else, he's genuinely kind to Gin Ichimaru.

No matter how good you are to your enemy, they will never become your friend.

A lackey will be loyal to you as long as you are willing to give him some benefits.

Ichimonji stretched out his arms, standing arrogantly in front of Gin. "So, how does Aizen compare to me?"

Silver shifted his gaze from the culture medium, squinting his eyes. "How could Aizen possibly compare to you, Captain Tsunayashiro?"

"Hahaha."

Everything has been going so well lately. The still immature technology of "Artificial Soul" was put into use, and the Central 46 unanimously approved it.

Even the Thirteenth Division only went through the motions, which greatly surprised Ichimonji.

In addition, there's the letter of approval from the Shiba Clan.

Everything went smoothly, and his wishes came true. Ichimonji Tsunayashiro became even more arrogant.

But he was far from satisfied with that.

"But Lord Tsunayashiro, even with the support of the Sages of the Central 46, the final decision on your plan will still rest with Captain-Commander Yamamoto."

"Heh, if Yamamoto dares to stop me, I wouldn't mind taking away his title of strongest Soul Reaper."

Tsunayashiro arrogance and defiance; the entire Soul Society is like a map before him, at his mercy.

He wasn't joking.

He was actually serious!

Gin felt that spending too much time around Aizen would definitely lower his IQ, making it impossible to scheme against him.

Yin Xin's mind raced as she thought of something else. "Although they are among the Five Great Noble Clans, the Shiba Clan has completely declined and cannot compare to the great Tsunayashiro Clan at all. Why are you so concerned about this?"

The combination of praise and criticism pleased Tsunayashiro, making her even more smug.

"The Shiba Clan should not be underestimated."

"Is it because of Captain Isshin?"

"No." Ichimonji smiled. "Does Gin know the origin of Zanpakuto?"

Gin attempted to sift through memories; he'd heard Aizen mention this before, "It seems a powerful Soul Reaper forged the Asauchi, and when one's will is inscribed on the Asauchi, it forms Zanpakuto."

"That guy is just a blacksmith." Tsunayashiro dismissively, "The origin of your Zanpakuto is only the most common one."

However, there are also a few ancient Zanpakuto that are revered by the top noble families of Soul Society and passed down through generations.

Silver's heart began to race as he thought of something.

Aizen never seemed to hide his covetousness of the Shiba Clan from them.

But what is he coveting? Even Tōsen probably doesn't know.

Today, it seems he's about to find the answer.

Yin calmed himself down, his eyes narrowed, as always, at least outwardly, revealing no trace of his thoughts. "Is the Zanpakuto enshrined by the Shiba Clan very powerful?"

"More than that." Ichimonji Tsunayashiro proudly puffed out his chest, "The Zanpakuto that our Five Great Noble Clans have worshipped for generations, a single one, in its full release, could easily destroy the Soul Society."

No, it's not just about strength.

Moreover, Yin only dares to believe half of what the captain in front of him says.

"Then, Lord Tsunayashiro, could you tell me the secret of the Shiba Clan's sword?"

The Tsunayashiro Clan controls the Great Spirit Book Gallery, which can also be said to be the supervisor of the history of Soul Society. Even the most secret secrets of the Shiba Clan cannot escape the eyes of the Tsunayashiro Clan in the shadows.

"Of course." Ichimonji Tsunayashiro smiled indifferently, since it wasn't his Tsunayashiro Clan's business anyway. "The sword enshrined by the Shiba Clan is named Miroku. And its power is..."

"That won't do, Clan Head Ichimonji."

A sudden, icy voice, like that of a venomous snake, accompanied by long, dark green hair and squinting, silver-like eyes.

But his eyes revealed undisguised wickedness and evil.

Yin opened his eyes and, upon seeing the person before him, felt a subconscious sense of disgust.

Ichimonji ended his previous statement, "Let me introduce you. This is Tsunayoshi Tsunayashiro Tokinada of our branch family, and also one of my most important subordinates."

Yin revealed his beautiful eyes and gave a smile that was almost like a nurse's touch. "It's an honor to meet you, Lord Tokinada."